Daeho
Same age as Jinwoo
Daeho, from the same class, has been friends with Jinwoo since they were kids.
Son of Gyuri, his mom's best friend
My mom used to hang out a lot with her sister, Haeju, and Gyuri.
Even after getting married and having kids, it seems the tight-knit gatherings continued.
So, family get-togethers and gatherings were frequent, and before his dad passed, they used to travel almost every quarter.
Daeho's hobby was photography.
He mainly shot photos of women, especially enjoying taking pictures of close neighbors and family.
He started photography while capturing the moments of Sohee, his sister during a competition.
Daeho was the one who regretted the most when Sohee quit sports.
Because he lost the official chance to photograph her, or something like that...
-What a pathetic kid...-
Daeho was also deeply into rare porn.
He supplied most of the rare porn that circulated in the school, and some were so bizarre it made you wonder how he even got them.
Although a pervert, he was quick-witted, slick, and pretty smart.
His reputation among friends wasn't too bad either.
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"You wouldn’t even know the taste yet you're chomping down on it. Really hate seeing you guys play it cool like you dislike it! I bet nine out of ten wouldn’t have noticed if I hadn’t told them."
As Jinwoo entered the classroom, Daeho was heatedly arguing about something.
A girl's sharp voice retorted immediately.
"That’s as frivolous as asking to remove onions and carrots from a finished dish! You should politely ask even if you expect to be turned down!"
The owner of the sharp voice was Seul-gi.
She had a pretty face and a hot body that would make men approach her even if she just stood there.
In the school, she was known to be as perverted as Daeho.
-Though the word "beauty" was always prefixed to her name-Daeho and Seul-gi, aware of their perversions, would sometimes get so defensive about their perverse innocence that it would cause a nuisance around them.
Though they seemed like sworn enemies, if they could engage in such trivial debates and discussions, maybe they were quite compatible.
"What’s all the fuss about again?"
Approaching Daeho and Seul-gi, Jinwoo asked.
"Oh, you're here Jinwoo? This ungrateful brat, after all the care I’ve given her, stabs me in the back."
As soon as Daeho saw Jinwoo, he started complaining.
"Man, Jinwoo, I swear, seeing such a perverted bastard in my life, if I cared twice, I wouldn’t recognize my own parents!"
Seul-gi also grabbed Jinwoo, seemingly incredulous.
"Shouldn’t you be thankful I picked according to your taste?"
"Who said that’s my taste? Decided to go all out, have you?"
"You wouldn’t know, but in this world, it’s all the same."
"Ah, really? In your fantasy world in your head?"
Listening to their inexplicable conversation for a while, Jinwoo felt his head go numb.
"What the hell are both of you even saying?"
"Really, such ungrateful vermin!"
"Hmph!! Who are you to talk!!!"
They kept bickering like that until the bell signaling homeroom rang, and they each went their separate ways.
It seemed like Daeho and Seul-gi’s argument had settled for the time being.
Since such arguments were a common occurrence, Jinwoo didn’t pay much attention.
However, could he have known that their argument... that conversation... was going to be a crucial clue to an event that would shake the foundations of his values in life?
When lunchtime came, Daeho approached Jinwoo’s desk to talk.
"Nothing much?"
"Huh? Yeah, nothing much."
Daeho’s seemingly random question was answered by Jinwoo nonchalantly as if nothing was really going on.
"Let’s go to my house after school."
"To your house? Why? Got a new video?"
"Got something to show you."
"What is it?"
"You’ll see. It’s good."
So, after school, they went to Daeho’s house.
Daeho’s mom, Gyuri, was home alone.
Daeho’s dad often went on business trips, being away for months at a time.
Gyuri, a friend of Jinwoo’s mom, was quite a beauty.
She had smooth skin, gentle and warm eyes, and appeared much younger than her age; on the street, people might guess she’s in her late 20s.
She had a gentle demeanor, unlike Jinwoo’s mom, Haemi, who was quite different.
Her yoga-toned body was quite sensual and with a solid volume.
"Hello~"
As they entered the house, Jinwoo immediately greeted Gyuri.
"Oh... Jinwoo, is that you? Come on in."
Gyuri seemed a bit flustered, perhaps surprised by the sudden visit, but Daeho just headed straight to his room without much thought.
"So what are you going to show me this time?"
Jinwoo asked Daeho as they settled in his room.
"Hang on, first put your bag down and wait a bit. I’m thirsty, I'll ask for something to drink."
Taking a deep breath, Daeho yelled out to Gyuri, who was outside, "Mom, got any juice or soda?"
From the kitchen, Gyuri's reply came, "Just wait, I was about to bring some snacks and drinks anyway."
"Okay, cool."
Daeho responded to his mom and then turned to Jinwoo with an offbeat question.
"What do you think of my mom?"
"What kind of question is that all of a sudden?"
"Doesn’t she seem kinda sexy?"
"What are you talking about, you freak?"
"Just don’t be shocked later on, hehe."
While Jinwoo sat bewildered, not understanding what sort of weird plot was brewing, soon Gyuri entered Daeho's room carrying a tray with juice and cake.
Gyuri looked at Daeho's face, seemingly a bit guarded, and placed the tray on the desk.
"Enjoy your meal~"
Gyuri smiled at Jinwoo and said,
"But mom, you don’t usually fuss over the other kids like this, do you?"
Daeho joked with Gyuri.
"What are you talking about all of a sudden?"
"Well, it seems like nice snacks come out when Jinwoo visits."
"Because he’s Haemi’s son, I tend to fuss over him more."
"Oh, is that so? I thought..."
"You really say some random things out of the blue."
"But mom, you've been keeping up with your exercises, right?"
"Yes, I've been doing yoga, you see me every day, don’t you?"
"Yeah, I have."
"Why ask if you already know, really~"
As this nonsensical mother-son banter continued, Gyuri turned to leave with an exasperated expression.
Then, 'smack.'
A loud slap echoed as Daeho slapped his mom’s ass harshly with his palm.
Jinwoo’s eyes widened in shock, and Gyuri froze in place.
"You’re packing on pounds here, mom. Isn’t that a bit too tempting for the young guys?"
Daeho joked towards his mom as if teasing her, but Gyuri turned and shouted at him, flustered.
"Hey! I told you not to hit my butt like that! What are you doing in front of Jinwoo?!!"
Gyuri then clenched her fist and pressed hard against Daeho's temple.
"Okay, okay, I surrender! Jeez, you're ridiculously strong~ Ow, ow, that hurts!"
Daeho screamed in pain as he was reprimanded for his inappropriate behavior.
Jinwoo had almost never seen Gyuri raise her voice or appear so flustered.
Seeing her like this stirred something deep within Jinwoo.
"Good grief, this kid is getting weirder."
Gyuri said, embarrassed, and quickly left the room.
"So, how was it?"
After Gyuri left, Daeho asked Jinwoo.
"What... what did you just do?"
Jinwoo stammered, still not comprehending what had just happened.
"When I hit mom's butt, didn’t you find it arousing? Don’t get mad, just tell me the truth, it was arousing, wasn’t it?"
Daeho’s question hit Jinwoo right in the spot, and he simply nodded, unsure of how to respond.
Then, with a mix of worry and curiosity, Jinwoo asked Daeho again.
"But isn’t that kind of dangerous? She seemed angry. Do you do that when it’s just the two of you?"
"It’s okay. When it’s just us, mom doesn’t really scold me like that. It’s probably because you were here, so she felt embarrassed."
"What?"
"Normally, she just stands there till I hit her three or four times. If it gets too painful, she’ll ask if I’ve done my homework or if I’ve put out the laundry instead of going away. She never tells me to stop hitting."
"Isn’t it kind of cute how she tries to deflect the conversation when she’s hit? Mom's body is so fit, and her butt’s gotten so plump, I just want to keep hitting it. When I do, it doesn’t feel like she dislikes it, but rather like she's properly responding."
"..."
Jinwoo didn't know how to respond, so he just continued to listen with a shocked expression.
Seeing Jinwoo just listening quietly, Daeho said, "You seem shocked, huh? Aren't you curious about how it all started?"
Jinwoo swallowed hard and then nodded his head.
"How did this all start?"
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