Chapter 72 – [Short Story] The Woman in the Video That My Friend Showed Me, Saying He Would Be His Daughter for the Rest of His Life… (One)
“Wow~ How could you be so drunk that you can’t even walk…”
I got out of the taxi, put my staggering friend’s arm around my shoulder, and grumbled as I walked up the hill to the apartment.
It had been about a year since I graduated from college and got a job, and I was living with my parents, not yet independent.
I called my parents in advance that I was going home late after drinking with a friend I hadn’t seen in a long time,
It’s already giving me a headache thinking about the nagging I’ll hear tomorrow from my parents, especially my father, who still see me as nothing more than a child and who still interfere a lot.
The time I checked just before getting off the taxi was 2 am.
This guy, walking unsteadily, leaning on me while muttering something incomprehensible to himself, is A, my friend from college.
Before I went to the military, I was the closest friend among my classmates, but because the time we went to the military was different, we didn’t see each other often after returning to school.
Just like me, I was working at a small company where no one would know my name.
It must have been very difficult due to the stress from work and the recent breakup with my girlfriend.
It’s been a while since I contacted you, and we talked about the latest news and looked forward to a fun drink,
After a certain amount of alcohol had been consumed, the conversation, which started with complaints, ended in a desperate situation that even brought tears to my eyes.
The guy who drank more than his limit probably won’t even remember it tomorrow because the film is already cut off,
I am the only one who has to deal with this after all.
Why do I have to go through all this trouble when I meet friends instead of a company dinner?…
He’s not a student, he’s a grown man…
Anyway, I can’t leave this guy alone because he’s become incompetent, and since my house is nearby anyway,
I had no choice but to take him home.
My parents have never seen A, but they know his name through me.
It was too late, so I couldn’t even call to take him in,
Well, he’s probably already asleep anyway, so all I have to do is quietly take him to his room, put him to sleep, and tell him to say hello tomorrow morning.
When I finally got home, I dialed the number and went in,
As I expected, the lights in the living room were turned off, as if he was already asleep.
I helped A and brought him into the room, but it seemed like it was a bit noisy,
The bedroom door opened, and I saw her mother coming out.
Her mother’s name is Han Seong-hee.
My age is 50 this year.
He was teaching math to middle and high school students at an academy.
An intelligent hairstyle and face reminiscent of an announcer,
And although she had gained a bit of weight due to her age, her voluptuous figure made her even more sexy, making her quite popular, especially among male students.
She was a mother who still maintained her charm as a woman even at the age of 50, and from a young age, everyone envied me for having a mother like that,
Her mother was extremely passionate about education and had high expectations for me, so I actually had a difficult childhood.
Her mother was covering her voluptuous body with a thin slip.
Her half-short, wavy brown hair that fell slightly below her face was slightly matted, but looking at her face, it seemed like she wasn’t deep asleep yet.
Her slip reached just below her knees, and her chest was deep, clearly showing the deep valley of her voluptuous C-cup breasts.
Even though she was her real mother, she felt like her heart was pounding for a moment, perhaps because she was drunk.
“Are you coming in now?”
Her mother’s voice was slightly annoyed.
“Yes, I’m sorry. Something bad happened to this guy, he drank too much… I’ll let him sleep in my room today and send him off tomorrow morning.”
Even though her mother nagged her, she was not a harsh person.
She wasn’t the type of person to say anything about letting her friend sleep at home.
He helped me lay her down on the floor and take off her clothes and socks.
“Ah… The smell…”
Mom plugged her nose and frowned.
Two men worked outside all day and came back pouring themselves with alcohol. How bad must the smell have been?
But she was smiling a little mischievously, as if her mother couldn’t stop her.
He patted my back and told me to brush my teeth, wash my face, and go to sleep,
“Mom, since you’re not going to work tomorrow, I’ll make hangover soup for you. Don’t send her off too early, tell her to eat and go.”
He said.
And the next day, I woke up to the sunlight coming through the window and saw that the sun was high in the sky, and when I looked at the clock, it was past ten o’clock.
The bedding on the floor next to the bed was neatly folded and arranged against the wall, and A was not visible.
At that time, I heard a voice from the living room.
It was the sound of my mother laughing.
And I could also hear a low-pitched male voice echoing through the walls.
A.
You’re already up and chatting with your mom.
This guy was really affable to the point of envy.
It was clear that she was already quite friendly with her mother, whom she met for the first time.
I also envied the stamina of the guy who drank so much that he still got up before me and continued his social life.
I lifted my heavy body and left the room.
As expected, A and her mother were chatting.
A had already washed and was clean, but he couldn’t help but look tired.
Mom was wearing comfortable sweatpants that she wore at home.
Mom was busy cooking in the kitchen, and A was sitting on her dining chair and continuing the conversation while watching her.
“Oh, are you awake?”
A noticed me and spoke with a smile.
“Uh…”
A said he was sorry for yesterday and thanked me for letting him sleep. And then,
“I didn’t know your mother was this beautiful. When I first saw you earlier, I thought she was your older sister.”
Of course, she was exaggerating, but her mother was smiling brightly even though she told her not to talk nonsense, as if she was in a good mood.
When she went to the bathroom and washed up, the cooking was already done, and her mother was putting food on her table, and A was also helping.
My father had already gone to work, so the three of us sat down and talked while eating.
She had had friends come to her house many times, but this was the first time her mother liked her like this.
This guy thought, if only his face was a little more handsome, he might have been the host.
Actually, I wasn’t particularly popular among girls who were the same age as her.
However, I did not feel awkward at all in relationships that most men find difficult to deal with, such as a friend’s mother or a woman he meets for the first time.
I may have thought that I was just a friend who spoke kindly to her friend’s mother, but I was not normal in assuming that she was a host who was seducing a married woman.
Seeing my mother and A looking at each other and talking, I got so excited that I hurriedly finished eating without even knowing if the soup was going into my mouth or my nose.
Then A drank a cup of coffee and left the house about an hour later.
That was all that happened that day.
What felt a little strange was that A kept looking around our living room.
However, my house was a fairly large apartment, and some people just liked looking at other people’s houses, so I didn’t really care.
And several months passed.
Similar things were repeated every day.
Since all three of us, my father, mother, and I, were office workers, it was something you could clearly imagine.
Then one day, I experienced something that changed everything for me.
It was one Saturday night, as usual, I was lying on my bed in my room, looking at my phone, having the most leisurely and happiest time of the week.
A message came from A.
Like last time, we occasionally met for drinks, but we never really exchanged messages.
When I wanted to chat, I was more likely to make a phone call.
I wondered if there was anything I wanted to talk about, so we exchanged a few words,
A just kept talking about things that weren’t very interesting, and there was no substance to the conversation.
Then, without any particular reason, the topic of conversation suddenly turned to porn.
Well, like most men, I occasionally catch my daughter watching Japanese AV, so we continued the conversation by mentioning the names of actors I knew.
[A: But what really sucks is Korean porn rather than AV]
[Me: Which one?]
[A: There are actually videos of couples doing things together.]
[Me: It sucks. But there aren’t many of good quality, right?]
[A: It’s rare]
Then, A said that she had a very rare video and that it was her lifelong treasure.
She said it was a video she received from someone she met in a community that deals with married women.
I received that video 10 years ago.
The man was about the same age as us, and he started flirting with a married instructor at the academy he attended when he was in high school as soon as he graduated and became an adult.
[Me: I think he’s a frog]
[A: Actually, believe it or not. Since I haven’t done any authentication or anything, I’m just imagining the story as such.]
[Me: That’s what you call your daughter for the rest of your life?]
[A: Regardless of the story, the woman is a bitch. And no matter what the story is, this video was actually filmed by a married woman in Korea. It’s thrilling to spy on someone’s wife and mother doing this.]
[Me: Face appears?]
[A: It came out well. Do you miss me? Haha,]
[Me: Brother, please do me a favor]
[A: OK. I drank a lot of water after seeing this. If you have fun and like it, buy another drink later]
Then I put on my earphones, locked the door, played the video I received from him, and put my hand into my panties.
