episode_0021

There were exactly three men saved in the scoundrel’s phone.

One middle-aged informant, simply planted to acquire company information.

The other two were men of similar age.

First, one was the son of a major chaebol, just like me.

Birds of a feather, indeed. When I met him at a drinking gathering before, I wondered if he wasn’t a doppelganger of Cha Doyeon, who had undergone cellular division.

A scoundrel of a level where there was nothing he wouldn’t touch: women, alcohol, tobacco, and more.

The other was a high school classmate he used to hang out with.

This one was also quite the playboy type, but he wasn’t the son of a chaebol; his father was a lawyer, so his family had been quite well-off.

Why did I say “had been well-off”?

“Urgh… damn it!”

*Thud!*

The soju glass was gulped down and slammed noisily onto the table.

With eyes already hazy and dazed, he annoyingly poured another glass with a gurgle.

The unpleasant scent of alcohol, so strong it stung the nose, indicated how excessively he was drinking.

“Hey, stop drinking so much.”

“Haa… Do I look like I shouldn’t be drinking right now…?”

After reciting a drunkard’s classic line,

“Doyeon. My life is completely fucked up right now; how can I *not* crave alcohol every day?”

“Doesn’t your brain tell you that the more you drink, the more fucked up your life gets?”

“Shut up… What do you even know?!”

A decent-looking face and a fairly good physique.

The friend he was drinking with certainly had a face that could be considered handsome.

And yet, he was lamenting his own life.

His reasons went like this:

“……Hiccup!

You know, it’s already been five years since Dad passed away… The insurance money eventually ran out, and now my sister and I have student loans, and the house is full of debt. What am I supposed to do with my life now, I mean…”

“……”

It was a truly unrelatable complaint.

Of course, I felt sorry about his deceased father’s passing.

I heard he died of an acute myocardial infarction, and I imagine he must have struggled quite a bit during his rebellious adolescent years.

However, if you look at the fact that he lived off the remaining family assets and insurance money, and now claims his life is ruined just because of student loans, whose life should be considered *not* ruined, then?

It was a story that seemed pitiful, yet not at all, a story that would only lead to protest calls if one tried to raise donations via ARS.

‘Should I still consider this the stage of reality denial?’

As I pondered why he was making such privileged complaints, it was because he came from a middle-class family that had lived quite comfortably.

Since he had lived sipping moderately clear “upper water” since childhood, it seemed his mental system might have shattered when his life suddenly plunged into the gutter.

He refused to accept the reality before his eyes, wanting to live in the dream-like past, merely clinging to the past.

“You’re going to work anyway. If you’re so worried about debt, at least get a part-time job.”

“Shit, talking about part-time jobs… Would *you* do manual labor on a construction site or work as a convenience store clerk?”

“I would.”

After finishing some of the snacks rather than his drink,

“If you don’t even do that much, what do you think your mother, who goes to work every day and supports her children’s studies, would think?”

“……”

I pointed it out coldly.

I repeatedly urged him to stop ignoring reality, but,

*Gulp— Thud!*

He simply raised his soju glass high, gulped it down, and swallowed my nagging.

As if he refused to grow up, he kept ignoring his own situation until the very end.

‘Sigh… Troublemakers really only attract other troublemakers.’

If left alone, he was nothing short of non-combustible trash that would bring ruin upon his family.

I didn’t feel like drinking any more, alcohol or otherwise, as it held no appeal, but,

“Um… You don’t have to worry about me.”

The woman who brought over dried snacks on a small plate was the current head of the household and the person this story was about.

She was a domestic-looking woman, a white apron suiting her very well.

With her wavy hair parted to one side and falling to her shoulders, she had a quite sophisticated and elegant hairstyle, and an impression that was both kind and seemed frail.

Originally a typical housewife managing her home, she had struggled raising her children alone, leaving dark spots etched under her eyes.

She was the mother of this immature son.

The mother’s name was Seong Yura, and the utterly drunk son’s name was Lee Taemin.

As I was visiting their home for a drink, she personally prepared a small drinking setup.

“It’s just that Taemin has recently been accumulating a lot of academic stress at university. He’s just complaining, so you don’t need to give him serious advice, Sajangnim.”

“Hmm… He has one year left until university graduation, right?”

“That is true, but… it seems he’s a bit worried about his graduation grades and getting a job….”

‘Well, in this state, there’s no way he’d be able to focus on studying.’

Nevertheless, Seong Yura, as if cheering him on with a mother’s heart, placed more snacks on the table, telling him not to get heartburn.

Although he was loudly declaring his life ruined right there in the house, she, as the son she bore with labor pains, patted his shoulder and encouraged him, but,

“………Oh, I said stop it!”

“Ah!”

This brat was still just a child.

Saying he didn’t need such warm gazes, he pushed her away with unnecessary bravado and emptied his glass again.

There was no solution for him.

*

“Snore…… Phew. Snore……”

“He caused such a ruckus and then finally passed out, didn’t he?”

“Indeed….”

Lee Taemin, after showing his pathetic side, collapsed face down on the table, falling into a deep sleep.

Even at this unsightly display, Seong Yura, still with a mother’s heart, brought a blanket and covered his shoulders.

“Haa….”

However, no matter how much love she wrapped him in, even a mother is human and has limits.

Her shoulders, managing the household alone, looked even narrower and more pathetic.

So, the easy keyword of ‘financial help’ flashed across my mind, but I subtly dismissed it.

“It’s probably better if I don’t step in recklessly, right?”

“……”

When I asked, her expression was profoundly meaningful, yet she couldn’t quite show it.

Such complexity, at once needed and yet couldn’t possibly be accepted.

This incident happened long before I possessed this body, but it seemed the previous owner had a history of directly supporting him financially because he was a chaebol friend.

Even though he was a scoundrel, it seemed he still looked out for his friends, cleanly supporting him with about 50 million won. As for how Lee Taemin used this money…

“He said he used all the money he saved on gambling, didn’t he? Saying he’d quickly multiply it. Even drawing in money from the house.”

He squandered it all on gambling.

The money given to at least supplement his tuition, he used as seed money, getting involved in horse racing and Toto, claiming he would greatly increase it.

His approach was truly on a different level.

Since he put the button in the wrong buttonhole from the start, the outcome was obvious.

He fell into the excessive dopamine of gambling, and must have increasingly stopped seeing reality.

The true intention behind him calling me today to drink and complain was obvious, but that’s why I intentionally ignored it.

Whether it was 50 million or 100 million won, it was trivial money to me now, but looking at his state, if I gave it to him one more time, he’s the kind of guy who would even take the pillars from his house.

The more despairing point was that there was no sign of improvement.

“Will you be alright, Eomeonim?”

“Well, I’ll have to try somehow….”

The past five years she must have steadfastly endured, despite the bleak reality of her husband’s sudden death.

She said she would try to endure, but in her eyes, hope was fading like a firefly whose lifespan was ending.

Her spirit seemed to dampen, as if her heart ached just looking at her completely ruined son.

‘Hmm… So that’s how it is, huh?’

*Grin.*

Then, it was slowly time for me to act for my own purpose.

I scanned the body of my friend’s mother, a widow without a husband, a MILF body, up and down.

Looking at her hip size, hidden by her skirt, and her breasts, I raised the corner of my lips at a score that was more than enough to pass.

There was a reason for coming all the way to someone else’s house and listening to bothersome drunken ramblings.

Because there was a harvest I needed to take there.

“Eomeonim, where did you say you’re working now?”

“…To be honest with you, the current job market is unstable.

Because of the recent recession, even if one has many qualifications, ajummas aren’t easily hired even for contract positions….”

“Hmm.”

Indeed, it was still a time when news of COVID was spreading.

A period when customers were drastically decreasing, and workplaces were closing their doors and businesses were failing in droves.

“Then that’s good news.”

“Yes…? What?”

“Well, it’s just that recent service satisfaction hasn’t been good, so I was thinking of hiring a new housekeeper.”

“!”

As soon as she heard those words, her expression immediately rippled.

Perhaps she was desperate for work; her face immediately brightened upon hearing it.

“Oh, perhaps then—”

“Yes, I brought it up thinking you might be interested, Eomeonim.”

Smiling gently,

“Naturally, since you’re not just anyone, but Eomeonim, I’ll propose a regular contract. The work environment is flexible, so it would be good to do as a side job. Once a week. I’ll adjust the schedule as much as possible for you.”

“Any time works!

Th-thank you, thank you just for giving me work, Sajangnim!”

Seong Yura, although I am her friend’s son, always respectfully called me Sajangnim.

Perhaps, deep down in Seong Yura’s heart, this scoundrel was her last thread of hope.

A sturdy pillar she could lean on when she was on the verge of collapsing.

“Let’s see… This much should be enough for one visit, right?”

“Th-that much?”

“Well, you see, my house is quite large.”

*Flick-flick*, I quickly folded and unfolded my fingers, verbally offering the amount.

It was an amount that would be very attractive, and at the same time, I made it clear that I would also cover the four major insurances and pension for her.

“With such good conditions… Is that really okay?”

“Aren’t we practically family?”

“Thank you… Thank you very much.”

Seong Yura bowed gracefully, as if truly grateful.

As she lowered her body, her breasts subtly spilled and gathered from her U-neckline.

‘Haa… I’m telling you, MILFs are the best.’

I looked down at it with a lewd smile.

After thoroughly enjoying it with my eyes, I conveyed my true desire.

“Ah! But there are a few conditions attached.”

“Yes? Conditions, you say…?”

Her innocent face, someone who would almost certainly nod unconditionally.

“Kuh-wooo… Hmm, hmm…”

In this place where someone’s friend and someone’s son was sleeping, I leaned in close to the mother.

Leaning in next to Eomeonim’s face, estimated to be around 165-168 cm tall, I whispered.

‘……It is. This much is the special condition I desire.’

“……”

She became rigid.

After I conveyed all the conditions, Seong Yura’s face, which had fallen, was truly stiff.

At the same time, as if she had been molested, her cheeks subtly reddened.

“Why… why such indecent conditions.”

“Well, I wonder.

If Eomeonim is looking at my face right now, I think you’ll know why I attached such conditions, won’t you?”

“……”

I smirked, enjoying it to the fullest.

Approaching her again, I scanned the face of the MILF that had become quite moist, and placed a business card in her hand.

‘If you agree to these conditions, you can contact me here anytime.’

“That is……….”

‘I’ll be looking forward to it, Eomeonim.

No, Seong Yura-ssi.’

“……”

When I called her by her name, Seong Yura turned her head away.

She remained rooted to that spot, pondering deeply, until I brushed past her and left the house.

A few days passed after that.

I hadn’t expected her to come forward so blatantly, but Seong Yura contacted my phone.

*Ding-dong!*

And soon, when she came to the house address I had sent—