"I told Gyuri about it~ She said she'll be home in the afternoon, so swing by after school and pick up the eye mask." As he was getting ready to go to school, Jinwoo's mom told him.
"Yeah! Got it! I just need to pick up the eye mask, right? I'll be back."
"Okay~ Take care~"
With his mom's farewell, Jinwoo left the house. When he arrived at the classroom, he saw Seul-gi and Daeho bickering again.
"It's like two halves of a whole, but still separate beings! If one does it, it's as if they both did." Daeho was spouting some peculiar nonsense.
"It's as meaningless as distinguishing the flavor between two identical dishes." Seul-gi responded with a hint of sarcasm.
"No!! This is as important as being able to distinguish between men and women! Even if the taste is similar, a pig is a pig, a human is a human!!" Daeho, not liking Seul-gi's reaction, passionately argued.
"Yeah~ Yeah~ What an inclusive and narrow-minded way of thinking~" Seul-gi mockingly dismissed Daeho's rant.
"Hmph! Kids like you will never understand, even if you die and come back to life." Daeho expressed his frustration.
Seul-gi responded with a dismissive gesture. Jinwoo couldn't immediately grasp their conversation but thought it was fine as it was.
Lunchtime, Jinwoo was at the cafeteria and stopped by to chat with Daeho about the errand.
"Mom told Aunty Gyuri to get an eye mask, so let's go to your place together after this."
"Ah, sorry, but you'll have to go alone today. Something came up after school." Daeho felt sorry that he couldn't go back with him.
-That's not like him-
"I'll show you something cool instead." Daeho took out his smartphone, opened the messenger app, and sent Jinwoo a photo.
"What's it this time?" Jinwoo, expecting some rare media, was shocked by what he saw.
On the smartphone screen was a photo of a woman's lower body with red marks on it. The background was Daeho's kitchen. It was indeed Aunty Gyuri. Her body had multiple red marks, as if bruised. Between her plump, white figure, a tiny black panty barely covered the area.
Jinwoo spoke to Daeho with a mix of surprise and envy. "Are you really okay with this?"
Daeho grinned and replied. "This was this morning. Seems like my mom gets more excited when treated roughly. After a few times, I told her to stand still, and she just stood there without a word, even as I took photos, trembling all over."
Just hearing Daeho's story, Jinwoo could imagine Aunty Gyuri's expression.
"And after that, mom treated me normally, which felt really weird. You get what I mean?... But she could've given me the eye mask for school. I wonder why she didn't say anything when I left this morning..." Daeho continued, trailing off as if mumbling to himself.
Now that he thought about it, Daeho was right. If Daeho had passed the eye mask to Jinwoo at the school, there was no need for Jinwoo to go all the way to Daeho's house.
"Whatever, just handle it. It's up to you." Daeho pointed at the smartphone screen with his finger. Jinwoo looked at the photo of Aunty Gyuri sent by Daeho, feeling his heart race with anticipation.
So, after class, Jinwoo headed alone to Daeho's house. Upon arriving and ringing the doorbell, Aunty Gyuri greeted him.
"Welcome, Jinwoo~" Aunty Gyuri was dressed in a hot pink tank top and gray leggings, having just finished yoga. Her fit and well-rounded body contours were clearly visible. Jinwoo's face flushed slightly at the sight of her outfit. He scanned Aunty Gyuri's figure before looking up to greet her.
"Hello, I'm here on an errand for mom."
With her soft, gentle eyes, Aunty Gyuri gave her characteristic kind smile. "Sure~ I've got it ready, so come in and have a drink first."
Entering the house, Jinwoo noticed a yoga mat in the living room. On the kitchen table was a small shopping bag, likely containing the eye mask. Aunty Gyuri led him to the table. Peeking inside, Jinwoo saw a purple silk eye mask. Aunty Gyuri took out some orange juice, poured it into a glass, and brought it over.
"You know... were you surprised yesterday?"
"Huh?"
"Daeho tends to go a bit too far with his pranks..."
"Oh, that?" Jinwoo pretended not to care.
"Does he really think of his mom as a toy... I've tried scolding him, but he doesn't listen, so lately, I've just been letting it go. But I never thought he would do that in front of you, Jinwoo! It's a bit strange, isn't it, for a son to be touching his mom in that way?" Aunty Gyuri was trying to explain yesterday's situation.
Jinwoo, feeling that he had come for this very reason, reassured her. "It's okay. I was a bit shocked at first, but afterwards, I thought it could happen. And to be honest, I was a bit jealous."
"What?" Aunty Gyuri seemed a bit taken aback.
"It looked like Daeho is close with his mom. I can't even imagine being so casual like that with my mom."
"Ah~ I see~ Well, if you think of it as playing around, it can seem like a close and informal mother-son relationship. But still, it was quite embarrassing doing that in front of you."
"Don't worry about it. Now, I actually think it's nice to see something like that."
Aunty Gyuri nodded with a slightly troubled expression and then said, "But you haven't told anyone else, right? I appreciate that you think that way, Jinwoo, but if that kind of thing gets around the neighborhood, I really wouldn't be able to show my face..."
Jinwoo recalled the photo of Aunty Gyuri's body that he had received. The plump body was reddened with palm prints. According to Daeho, Aunty Gyuri had masochistic tendencies. Getting touched by her son and having photos taken while trembling with excitement seemed to confirm that it wasn't just talk. Jinwoo thought to himself, maybe she actually enjoys such situations? He replied, "Don't worry about that, I'll keep it to myself."
"Thanks, Jinwoo~ Aren't you hungry? There's some cake left from yesterday, should I get you some?" Relieved, Aunty Gyuri regained her warm smile.
"It's okay, but it looks like you were exercising?"
"Yes, I've been doing yoga lately! Being home all the time, I feel like my body is getting sluggish."
"That must be the secret to your great figure."
"Oh really? Jinwoo, do you think I have a nice body?" Aunty Gyuri smiled brightly.
"Yes, you have a slim waist and your butt is big and pretty. I can see why Daeho would want to touch it." Jinwoo blatantly flirted, curious to see her reaction.
"Uh..uh..thank you." Aunty Gyuri seemed slightly flustered.
"Can you show me something?"
"What.. what do you want to see?"
"Your yoga."
"Oh- yoga? You want to see me do yoga?"
"Yes."
"Actually, it feels a bit embarrassing to do it in front of you, Jinwoo."
"If you're embarrassed, what about that time when Daeho was touching you... Besides, I promise to keep it a secret like I said I would." Jinwoo boldly tried a not-so-subtle blackmail approach.
Aunty Gyuri looked at him with a slightly surprised expression.
"Uh?..Uh well, if that's the case, I guess there's no helping it. Showing you isn't hard." She walked over to the yoga mat and knelt down.
"First, I'll do the bat pose." Aunty Gyuri faced Jinwoo, spread her legs sideways, and leaned forward. The cleavage from her tank top was fully visible. "This is called the bat pose because it helps make the pelvis flexible. It's an exercise that strengthens the inner leg muscles. You lean forward like this, close your eyes, and feel the muscles around your pelvis, lumbar, and spine."
While speaking, Aunty Gyuri's eyes were closed, and her face was really flushed red.
"You are very flexible. It's beautiful."
"Uh..Uh, thank you." Aunty Gyuri maintained her posture, lifted her head, opened her eyes, and smiled at Jinwoo.
As Jinwoo saw her flushed face and the cleavage, he felt a familiar feeling within him.
"Then you lean down like this, feel the stretch, and repeat, but since it's just a quick show for you, Jinwoo, I'll stop here and show you another pose."
"Okay, that sounds good." Aunty Gyuri adjusted her posture and closed her eyes again. She then knelt and lifted her thighs, bending her upper body backward. She grabbed her ankles and supported her upper body.
"This is called the camel pose. It strengthens the spine and hip joints. It also helps make the butt firm." Aunty Gyuri's figure was pressed into a beautiful shape.
"Wow~ Beautiful. I've thought this before, but you have a very pretty body." Jinwoo genuinely admired her.
"Is that so? Thanks for seeing me that way."
"Sorry to ask, but may I take a photo of you doing yoga?" Jinwoo gathered his courage.
"What? Why would you want a photo?"
"Because your body is so beautiful, I'd love to have a photo of it... Is that okay?"
After a pause, Aunty Gyuri responded. "Alright~ I'm okay with you taking photos. But you must promise not to show them to anyone else, okay? It's embarrassing."
"Don't worry, I'll keep it a secret from Daeho too." Jinwoo stood up, took out his smartphone, and began to take pictures.
Initially, he took full-body shots, but gradually he focused more on highlighting specific areas. He changed angles to emphasize her breasts, butt, thighs, calves, neck, collarbone, stomach, and even the front of her body. The sound of the smartphone camera clicking seemed to resonate through Aunty Gyuri's entire being.
Still with a flushed face and eyes closed, after a while of being photographed, Aunty Gyuri, with a trembling voice as if seeking permission, asked Jinwoo, "Is... is that enough?"
Jinwoo responded as if satisfied. "Yes, they look great. Do you have any other poses?"
Aunty Gyuri knelt down again, caught her breath slightly, and adjusted her posture.
"Next, I'll do the cat pose." Regaining her composure, Aunty Gyuri knelt down and placed her hands forward, going into a doggy style position. Seemingly feeling no need for further explanation, she simply held the pose without speaking. In that position, she arched her back downwards, accentuating her figure provocatively. Jinwoo felt like his breath was taken away.
Aunty Gyuri then lifted her spine upwards and bowed her head, creating a curved back. She repeated the motion of pushing her hips down and lifting her head up. As Jinwoo continued taking photos, his feelings were evident regardless of whether Aunty Gyuri noticed or not; it seemed as though nothing else mattered.
Jinwoo made a request to Aunty Gyuri. "Auntie, could you push your waist down and hold that position? That pose looks really beautiful."
"...Like this?" Following Jinwoo's request, Aunty Gyuri pushed her waist down and looked back at him for confirmation.
"Yes, that's good, but could you push it down a little more like this..." Jinwoo approached and pressed down gently on her lower back. He felt Aunty Gyuri flinch under his touch. Then, he moved closer and started taking pictures.
"Um... Jinwoo?" Aunty Gyuri called out to Jinwoo, who was blatantly focusing on her.
"Yes?"
"Could you send those pictures to me later? I'm curious to see how they turned out."
Jinwoo momentarily tensed, but relaxed when he realized that wasn't the case. "Yes, of course." Despite his explicit focus, he wasn't being stopped. Instead, she was curious and asked to see the photos later. Answering her, Jinwoo felt a surge of confidence.
"Auntie, could you now lower your upper body down to the floor, keep your knees as they are, and lift your butt a bit more?" Jinwoo was now requesting a pose that was no longer about yoga. It was a vulnerable, submissive position. Unsure if Aunty Gyuri understood the implication, she obediently followed Jinwoo's instructions.
"Like this?" She completely lowered her upper body and supported her face with her fingers on the floor. Jinwoo wrapped his entire palm around the side of Aunty Gyuri's waist with one hand, while with the other, he firmly pressed down on her back. He could feel her body trembling slightly.
"Are you finding it hard? Your body seems to be shaking, are you okay?"
"Mm, I'm fine~" Aunty Gyuri replied, her voice quivering with a breathy quality.
Jinwoo then gently patted her bottom, making a smacking sound, and told her, "Try to lift your butt a little more."
Aunty Gyuri, trembling, tried to raise her butt even higher. Jinwoo kept one hand on her body while ensuring his hand was visible in the photos he took. Her trembling seemed to intensify. Jinwoo thought about touching her more but hesitated. His heart felt like it was about to burst.
'What if she gets angry? What if she tells my mom, then it's really over.' A monologue of hesitant thoughts filled Jinwoo's head.
"Is... is that enough?" Having hesitated for a while and struggling to maintain the pose, Aunty Gyuri asked while still prone.
"Ah.. yes, that's enough, thank you." Jinwoo, somewhat startled, quickly stepped away. Aunty Gyuri seemed to be catching her breath as she stood up and fanned her flushed face. Jinwoo sat down on a chair, unable to make eye contact with Aunty Gyuri, hastily covering himself.
Aunty Gyuri opened the refrigerator, took out a water bottle, and poured herself a drink. After some time, as his feelings subsided a bit, Jinwoo said, "I should probably get going."
"Are you leaving already?"
"Yes."
"Okay then, tell your mom to enjoy the eye mask."
"Thank you for today."
"Yeah, I had fun too. Send those pictures right away, okay? You know my number?" Smiling, Aunty Gyuri saw him at the door, leaving Jinwoo with feelings of regret and self-reproach for not having been more assertive.
'What a coward,' he thought. As he crouched down to put on his shoes, he chastised himself, thinking he might regret this moment for the rest of his life.
This time, with a newfound resolution he had never felt before, Jinwoo called out to Aunty Gyuri as if giving a command.
"Aunty Gyuri!"
"Yes?"
"Please turn around for a moment."
"Uh... Okay..." Aunty Gyuri, after standing still for a moment and likely realizing what Jinwoo was about to do, blushed again and quietly turned around.
Jinwoo stood up, quietly placed his hand on Aunty Gyuri's butt, and after a few times, he suddenly raised his hand and struck down.
Smack!
"Ah~" Aunty Gyuri's body flinched, and a breathy gasp escaped her lips.
Jinwoo immediately opened the front door and almost ran out.
-Now that he had actually done it, he didn't know how to face Aunty Gyuri afterwards-
'How will I ever look at Aunty Gyuri again?' Considering Daeho's case, it seemed it would be fine to act as usual, but Jinwoo felt incredibly awkward about his own actions.
Shortly after, Jinwoo's smartphone buzzed with a message notification. 'Can you send the pictures?' It was from Aunty Gyuri. Jinwoo sent the photos in sequence. Then, he noticed the photo of Aunty Gyuri's body that Daeho had given him at lunch. After some hesitation, Jinwoo decided to send that picture to Aunty Gyuri as the last one. The "1" next to the photo disappeared, and for a long while, Aunty Gyuri didn't respond. Then the message notification sounded again, and it read: 'Thanks! Come visit again~!!'
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