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It had been a week since the mother-daughter duo, Jang Eun-young and Kim Yoon-jung, started living and working at the man’s house.

From early morning till late at night, busy was an understatement for Mom, Jang Eun-young.

Early mornings were for preparing breakfast, followed by dishwashing after meals. Then came the tasks of tidying up the house, cleaning, and starting the laundry.

On the first floor alone, there were three bedrooms, bathrooms, a kitchen, a spacious living room with a terrace, and a storage room. The second floor also housed three bedrooms, a small living room, bathrooms, a veranda, balcony, and a utility room.

Outside the house, there were additional spaces like a shed, boiler room, parking lot, along with flower beds and gardens that required watering and tending, all managed by Jang Eun-young.

Indeed, a day spent scrubbing, wiping, clearing, and organizing was never enough.

Moreover, preparing lunch and dinner, making snacks and late-night meals, going to the market to shop for groceries with the man or Choi Sung-mi, then returning home to update the household ledger—all added to the already exhausting workload.

Honestly, the labor felt like having ten bodies, but she endured it with grit, knowing that the financial reality she faced was a harsher hell.

If not for this place, the mother and daughter would barely have enough money to buy food.

Here, despite the hardships and toils, they were not threatened with coercion from loan sharks or debt collection agencies.

Despite being barely enough, with their combined earnings, Jang Eun-young and Kim Yoon-jung could manage to pay off debts every week.

So, no matter how tough things got, Jang Eun-young lived gratefully, knowing they could make ends meet.

Kim Yoon-jung also diligently assisted her mother in her work.

Originally, her role here was to help the man and Choi Sung-mi as a secretary, but due to the overwhelming tasks her mother had, she decided to assist her for the time being.

The man was generous, always smiling and treating Jang Eun-young and Kim Yoon-jung well.

However, just as there is light, there are shadows. The man’s wife, Choi Sung-mi, meticulous and strict in everything, never hesitated to give sharp advice if she noticed any shortcomings or mistakes from the mother and daughter.

Therefore, amidst their busy and challenging lives, Jang Eun-young and Kim Yoon-jung found warmth and strength when with the man, while feeling tense and fearful around Choi Sung-mi.

10 a.m.

Choi Sung-mi was working on her computer in the first-floor studio, while Kim Yoon-jung was busy hanging out the laundry she had washed.

Jang Eun-young, carrying five wet cloths in a plastic basin, stood in front of the man’s bedroom door, lightly tapping on the open door.

“Excuse me, sir. Would it be okay for me to do some cleaning for a moment?”

The 45-year-old Jang Eun-young asked as politely and kindly as possible to the man in his early thirties.

Glancing up from his smartphone while comfortably seated on the sofa, the man smiled at Jang Eun-young.

“Yes. Please go ahead, Eun-young.”

“Thank you…”

Bowing her head, Jang Eun-young entered the bedroom with the basin in hand.

In the presence of the man, her heart felt at ease and reassured.

And strangely, her heart raced.

Initially scolding herself for such thoughts, considering the dire situation she and her daughter were in… Amidst all this, feeling strange emotions towards the landlord, benefactor, and a man several years younger than herself…

Yet, despite her self-reproach, whenever she was near the man, her heart unknowingly raced, and her face flushed.

Even now.

At forty-five, weathered by life, yet still beautiful and graceful, Jang Eun-young deliberately hoped to catch the man’s eye, kneeling on the floor with a posture that emphasized her curves as she cleaned the storage cabinet.

Diligently moving around, they wore thin clothes due to the heat and sweat from their active movements. Even now, Eunyoung is wearing a skirt that is wrinkled for ease of movement and reaches up to her knees.

Though wrinkled and loose-fitting, when she gathers her long legs neatly, kneels down, and lifts her hips, it accentuates her voluminous figure, especially her slender waist and the weighty feel of a middle-aged woman’s hips…

Jang Eunyoung fervently mopped the floor, secretly hoping that the man sitting behind her would glance at her hips.

“I wonder… what is he thinking…”

“…”

Quietly, the man fiddled with his smartphone from behind, silently turning on the soundless camera to capture Jang Eunyoung’s back. Pointing the lens towards Eunyoung, he zoomed in on her prominent hips, then pressed the button.

Silently, hidden beneath her skirt, Jang Eunyoung’s ample hips were saved on the man’s smartphone.

Smiling, the man.

He could sense the struggles Jang Eunyoung was facing.

And this phenomenon was happening to Jang Eunyoung’s daughter, Kim Yoonjung, as well.

The reason lay in a small personal refrigerator next to the bedroom.

That compact fridge contained medicine for the man and Choi Sungmi, which Jang Eunyoung and Kim Yoonjung never dared to touch.

Inside that fridge was a special bottle of medicine that, when consumed by a woman, stimulates the secretion of female hormones, especially sexual hormones that enhance and activate sexual sensations.

Jang Eunyoung and Kim Yoonjung were unaware of such medicine being plentiful in the fridge, let alone that they were consistently drinking water diluted with that medicine every day.

As a result, despite their busy and challenging lives, both Jang Eunyoung and Kim Yoonjung felt fluttery and experienced special emotions whenever they saw men, a discreet phenomenon that affected Kim Yoonjung as well.

After wiping the storage cabinet, Jang Eunyoung stood up and headed towards the sofa where the man was seated.

Officially, it was to clean the display shelf near the sofa, but in reality, she wanted to be closer to the man.

“Just a moment. You can stay still, sir. I’ll just clean quickly and leave.”

“Yes, sure. Eunyoung, ma’am.”

Seeing the man’s smile, Jang Eunyoung felt her face flush and turned towards the display shelf.

Her hands moved particularly slowly and delicately while cleaning, contrary to what she had said about quickly finishing and leaving.

– Swish swish

“…”

“Eunyoung, ma’am.”

“Yes?”

When the man spoke, Eunyoung turned her head back towards him.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Oh… no, sir. Thanks to you, I feel so fortunate to be able to get through this.”

In truth, she wanted to honestly admit how difficult it was.

She wanted to vent her frustrations, which she couldn’t even do to her deceased husband, inexplicably desiring to do so to this man.

She wanted to be a fragile woman, seeking attention.

However, fearing the formidable manager of this house, Choi Sungmi, who was the man’s wife, she refrained from doing so.

Although the man was warm-hearted and gentle, Choi Sungmi was a rational woman who could always find fault with the two women.

“Eunyoung, despite your age… your figure is truly beautiful.”

“Oh…”

Unexpectedly, Eunyoung’s lips parted at his words.

Alone, discreetly drawn to a man who kept appealing to her sensibilities, the middle-aged woman of forty-five felt her heart race and embarrassment akin to that of a college freshman when she received compliments on her figure.

How long had it been since she felt this fluttering sense of embarrassment?

“No, no. Compared to you, sir… I’m too chubby, Mr. CEO… Hoho.”

Even if she dismissed it with empty words, she couldn’t help but feel good inside.

Receiving compliments on her figure from the man she subtly found attractive awakened desires she had long forgotten as a woman.

Unaware that her consistent intake of a special medicine had made her body easily aroused, Jang Eun-young, blushing beside the man, didn’t know what to do.

“Well… my wife has a good figure too. But… what about you, Miss Eun-young? People commonly say you have voluptuous charms, right? Hoho. Oh… I’m sorry. I made an inappropriate remark.”

Apologizing to Eun-young for his excessive words, the man, however, found her not upset but rather pleased. Why did the crude term “voluptuous” sound like such a pleasant compliment?

“No, no… Hahaha. I’m so embarrassed because you said that, sir. I need to lose weight…”

“No need to lose weight. I really like your figure, Eun-young.”

Upon hearing the man’s words, Eun-young felt a tingling sensation from her chest to her uterus.

“‘He likes it…! Could it be… me?’”

In her despair-filled life, Jang Eun-young entertained a dangerous thought: perhaps the sweet fruit of love was being offered to her…