CHAPTER 1

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[Sky Society]

[Seoul, South Korea]

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Kim Dong-soo, only 17, was a striking figure with a muscular build and a ruggedly handsome face. His rough-hewn features drew curious glances from passersby, though he barely registered their stares.

Today, he carried beer cans and raw meat from the store, heading home with a sense of quiet anticipation.

It was the kind of evening he cherished—uncomplicated, solitary, and just for himself.

Turning a corner not far from his society, he nearly stumbled.

Walking toward him was a woman whose beauty was impossible to ignore.

She wore a tight white T-shirt that hugged her curves and a mini skirt that highlighted her long, thick thighs.

The massive burden on her chest was formidable; any gentleman who knows righteousness would want to help her unburden it.

Her glossy black hair framed a delicate face with smooth, pale skin and full, inviting lips. She carried a small, shimmering gold clutch, adding a touch of elegance to her sultry appearance.

Kim Dong-soo's eyes locked onto her bouncing breasts and thick thighs, unable to look away.

Also, it was the first time he had seen this woman in the society. 'I wonder how it would feel if she went down on me? Her lips look so cute, I want to paint them white,' he thought, his gaze lingering on her.

The woman had a forthright temper. She noticed his stare, and her expression turned icy. She marched up to him, her eyes blazing with anger.

"Don't you have a mother or sister at home?" she snapped, grabbing his collar. "Where the hell were you looking?"

Thump!

Dong-soo felt a surge of anger and humiliation. He fought the urge to slap her and retort, 'Right where you stuff your tampon.' But he was new to this neighborhood and didn't want to cause a scene.

Instead, he took a deep breath and softened his expression.

"I'm really sorry," he said, his voice calm and sincere. "You are so pretty that I got mesmerized by your looks. I couldn't even walk properly. Believe me, I don't have bad intentions; it's just that you're too beautiful to overlook."

The woman, whose name was Cha Mindae, was taken aback. She hadn't expected such a polite response, coupled with the handsome and innocent face he was making. She hesitated, unsure whether he was lying or just genuinely smitten. Slowly, she released his collar.

"Your eyes should be respectful, mister," she said sternly. "You should know it can make others uncomfortable. Just because someone looks a certain way doesn't mean you have the right to stare like that."

Dong-soo nodded earnestly. "You're right, and I'm truly sorry. It was wrong of me to make you uncomfortable. I'll be more mindful in the future."

Mindae softened slightly at his words. "You better. Not everyone will be as forgiving as I am."

With that, she turned and walked away, her hips swaying as she hurried down the street. She was already late and had no time for further confrontation.

Watching her leave, Dong-soo muttered under his breath, "What a bitch." He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the lingering frustration, and continued his journey home.

In the past, Kim Dong-soo had been a kind-hearted young man, but his world was upended when he discovered he was adopted.

This revelation shattered his sense of self and twisted his feelings, especially towards his adoptive mother, a strikingly beautiful forty-two-year-old housewife.

A few days ago, his father's promotion led the family to relocate to Seoul, settling into a temporary rental in the Sky Society.

As a student spending most of his time at home, Kim Dong-soo found it increasingly challenging to manage his physical reactions.

The sight of his mother doing household tasks, sometimes wearing loose clothing or just a towel after coming out of the bathroom, caused his sexual arousal to react involuntarily. He occasionally felt the urge to violate her, but his moral boundaries prevented him from acting on it.

In his desperation, Kim Dong-soo began stealing her panties whenever he had the chance. After using them, he would always wash and return them to their place in the drawer.

Today, however, brought a new complication: his brother was at home, making it nearly impossible for him to steal another pair.

Frustrated and seeking relief, Kim Dong-soo decided to drink beer, hoping it might dull his persistent cravings and provide a temporary escape from his internal conflict.

But who would have thought he would meet another bitch on the road?

"Damn, I need some new playthings. The women in Seoul are so modern, and even in our own society, there are plenty of bombshell milfs waiting to be devoured. But first, I need a genuine girlfriend to keep up appearances."

Ten minutes later, Kim Dong-soo arrived home.

The two-story house had a decent appearance, like the other similar houses in the neighborhood.

He rushed into the kitchen and was met with a beautiful sight. The scene was nothing extraordinary, but his mind, corrupted and filthy, mirrored the depravity of his thoughts.

His mother, Min-ji, was on a stool reaching for something high on a shelf. The thin, red gown she wore was so sheer that it barely concealed her form.

"I shouldn't have placed that so high. With Dong-soo away and Joon in the bath, I have no choice but to take care of it myself."

The gown clung tightly to her body, emphasizing her well rounded extra-large breasts, which strained against the delicate fabric.

Typically, working in the kitchen could heat up one's body, so the bra she wore was thin. Besides, there were no strangers in the house, just her sons and herself, so comfort was important.

Thus!!

The outline of her nipples was visible through the thin material, and the gown hugged the smooth curve of her waist and hips, showcasing her voluptuous figure.

Her long, dark ponytail flowed down her back, and her delicate face, framed by loose strands of hair, was strikingly beautiful, rivaling any actress.

"Just a little more... come on min-ji, you can do this,"

Min-ji's curvy physique, with its generous proportions and alluring contours, was on full display as she struggled to balance on the stool.

As Min-ji wobbled precariously, Kim Dong-soo's heart pounded with alarm.

"Mom, be careful!" he shouted, his voice filled with panic. He dropped the fish and beer cans and rushed toward her.

The stool tipped, and Min-ji's scream pierced the air. Kim Dong-soo lunged forward, catching her in his arms.

"Got you!" he exclaimed as their bodies collided. The sheer gown shifted, exposing Min-ji's breasts completely.

In the frantic moment, Kim Dong-soo's hand accidentally squeezed one of her large, exposed breasts, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

"Dong-soo, son you!" she gasped, her breath hitching.

As he tried to stabilize her, his other hand gripped her waist tightly. But before he could regain his balance, Min-ji toppled onto him, their bodies pressed together, her nipples resting on his chest and her mouth close to his neck.

The intimate contact and the feel of her soft body against him caused him to become aroused, the firm bulge of his erection pressing against her, though Min-ji, oblivious to his reaction due to his tight pants, felt only the intense warmth and closeness.

Min-ji's breath was hot and fast against his neck as she quickly pulled away, her face flushed with embarrassment.

She fumbled to adjust her gown, desperately trying to cover her exposed curves. In the midst of her panic, Dong-soo's hand, still pressed against her breast, continued to squeeze her sensitive flesh more tightly, though she was too shocked to notice.

"Are you alright, my son?" she asked, her feet feeling weak and unable to support her fully. She was relieved that her son had caught her but felt deeply embarrassed, resolving to wear more conservative clothes even at home.

Kim Dong-soo, his mind filled with illicit thoughts, spoke with forced politeness,

"I'm fine, Mom. Are you okay?"

Min-ji forced a nervous smile, her cheeks flushed with a mix of shame and confusion.

"Yes, I'm alright. Thank you for catching me. That was close."

Suddenly...

At that moment, before either could fully grasp the situation, the unmistakable sound of approaching footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Min-ji's panic surged, and she urgently said,

"Stop squeezing my ahh ...! Let go of me, Dong-soo!"

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To be continued...only if you donate power stones 🌝