Sweet Green Home 3

[Ding! It has been detected that side character Hwan Ji-Won has misunderstood the host as her husband.]

[As degenerate as the host is, the system hopes he can give this woman a helping hand… by successfully impregnating her.]

Like a devil's whisper, the system's words echoed in Sae-Joon's mind, urging him toward temptation.

And so once again.

His gaze locked onto the blonde beauty sprawled across the bed.

Her golden hair fanned out like waves, framing her flushed face.

Her black coat had already slipped from her shoulders, and her trembling fingers continued unbuttoning her shirt, revealing flashes of red lace beneath.

Hwan Ji-Won.

A side character.

A woman doomed to nothing more than a footnote in the protagonist miserable life.

A whore whose existence only served to show how utterly fucked up things had become.

But right now, she hadn't reached that level yet.

Right now, she was still a woman ripe for the taking.

And despite knowing she held no real value to him… Sae-Joon wanted to fuck her.

"Honey~ my breasts feel so sore, and I'm all sweaty… please undress me, it's…"

She pouted, wriggling in discomfort, then suddenly scrunched up her nose.

"Agugah~ It's so smelly."

"...."

Sae-Joon exhaled, suppressing a chuckle. But deep down, a dilemma lurked.

What happens when she sobers up?

She was drunk now, but in the morning?

In the plot, Ji-Won was stubborn, she didn't break easily.

It took being pushed into a true corner before she lost control.

"Ahjumma… I'll take that as your consent."

She let out a breathy laugh, eyes hazy with intoxication.

"Pfft… Honey, aren't you old yourself? Should I call you Ahjussi instead?"

Sae-Joon smirked.

Fine. If she wanted to play this game, he would play along.

He wasn't going to refuse what was being handed to him, but he wasn't going to take responsibility either.

So, he decided to act passive.

That way, when the alcohol wore off, he could feign innocence, be the "victim" of a reckless, drunken woman.

And blame everything on this bad lady.

---

With taboo thoughts swirling in his mind, Sae-Joon stepped toward the edge of the bed.

The woman in front of him reeked of soju, God knows how much she had drunk. But that didn't matter anymore.

As soon as he got close, she grabbed him by the collar, pulling him down.

Both of them tumbled onto the bed, his hands barely catching himself from collapsing onto her completely.

Their breaths mingled, the scent of alcohol mixing with the faint traces of her perfume.

But then, in an instant, she flipped him over.

God knows where she got the strength, but now she was the one on top, pinning him down.

"Hehe… honey, why are you so scared of me?"

She said, her voice sultry.

"Am I a bad woman?"

Sae-Joon swallowed hard.

"Ahjumma—no, noona, I'm Sae-Joon. Your son's friend. I'm not your husband."

She giggled, her flushed face pressing against his chest.

"Pfft… honey, do you think I'm stupid? This sturdy chest, these biceps… how could I not recognize you?"

"…Ahjumma."

"Shhh… hehe."

Her breath was warm against his skin as she nuzzled into him, inhaling his scent. Her thick thighs straddled his waist, her ass pressing down against his growing bulge.

One of her hands slid up his shirt, nails grazing his abs.

The other—

Grabbed his cock.

Sae-Joon stiffened.

"Mmm… honey~ you're still so hard… after all these years…"

What the fuck is this crazy bitch saying?

His heart pounded in his chest.

"No, it's… Sae-Joon—"

But she wasn't listening.

Her lips suddenly crashed onto his, sloppy and desperate.

His eyes widened, but before he could react, her tongue pushed into his mouth.

Her soft hands roamed down his torso, nails scraping against his shirt as if eager to rip it off.

He should've pushed her away.

But he didn't.

Her fat tits mashed against him, soft and heavy, while her warm tongue clumsily wrestled with his.

His cock throbbed painfully against his pants, betraying every ounce of reason.

And then—

His fingers moved on their own.

Unbuttoning her shirt, peeling it apart.

Her massive tits spilled free, only barely contained by her lacy red bra.

His breath hitched.

Those were some real massive tits.

Like a starving wolf, Sae-Joon wanted to devour her.

"Ahn~ Honey… you're squeezing so hard…"

"It's because you're so hot."

His fingers sank into the soft, sweaty flesh of her breast, one hand slipping inside her bra while the other groped her ass.

Her thick nipple poked against his palm, stiff and hot.

He squeezed harder.

She moaned, her body trembling against his touch.

And then, in one swift motion, he flipped her over, pinning her down beneath him.

Missionary.

Her breath hitched.

"W-Wait, honey~—"

But before she could protest, he silenced her with another kiss.

His other hand slid down, grabbing a fistful of her ass beneath her skirt, squeezing the plump flesh.

The heat between them was unbearable.

The sheer wrongness of it made his cock strain painfully against his zipper.

Until—

"Mom?"

The door creaked open.

Sae-Joon's blood turned ice cold.

"...Fucking hell. Not this brat again.

He barely processed what was happening until he saw Jisoo standing frozen in the doorway.

A medicine bag dangled from his hand.

His eyes flicked between his mother's half-exposed tits…

Sae-Joon's groping hand…

Their spit-slick lips still connected by a thin string of saliva...

Sae-Joon's brain short-circuited.

"...Jisoo, you see, I-I was giving her CPR!"

He blurted it out so fast that even he almost believed it.

Hwan Ji-Won blinked through the haze, dazed and confused, but still not fully comprehending.

"Y-Yeah… honey saved your mother… me… Jisoo, why don't you thank your father?"

"...But Mom, isn't Dad at work?"

Jisoo's voice was laced with suspicion.

His eyes narrowed at Sae-Joon.

"Also, Hyung! What were you doing to my mom? She was screaming! Were you hurting her?"

Sae-Joon wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing a nervous smile.

"It was… uh… giving her CPR!"

Jisoo frowned.

"...CPR? On the boobs? Hyung, don't they do that on the chest?"

Sae-Joon clenched his jaw, thinking fast.

"You know… it's an advanced American technique. They don't teach it in Korea yet."

Jisoo blinked.

"...Really, Hyung?"

"Of course! I couldn't take any chances with your mom's life, could I?"

Jisoo scratched his head, still looking doubtful.

"Damn… America is really advanced, huh…"

Sae-Joon exhaled shakily.

That was too close.

Even though he could still fuck this woman in front of her clueless son, some things needed careful planning.

Because judging from the way she was panting, her thighs rubbing together, and the hunger in her drunken eyes…

She wasn't as wasted as before.

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Sae-Joon's life was anything but easy.

At home, he had a big-titted, small-haired noona who had recently turned into a woman because of him.

In class, he had a sinful chemistry teacher who always bent over a little too low, and two busty classmates, Minji and Hyejin, who made attending school a test of endurance.

And because he was ridiculously handsome, he attracted the kind of attention that only the most delusional, retarded author could dream of getting from prostitutes.

But living this kind of life wasn't easy—especially not for his cock.

Even at the gym, where he had a hot trainer, he had been this close to sealing the deal, only for her husband, the bald bastard, to ruin everything at the last second.

And so, a different kind of frustration had begun to take hold of him.

"Damn it! Not again!"

"Am I really born to be blue-balled?"

But now, lying sprawled before him, was a half-drunk milf.

She was right there for him to violate.

His cock twitched with unbearable need.

This time, he wouldn't let anything interrupt him, even if it took...

"Jisoo, listen, I've been treating Ahjumma, but because you showed up so suddenly, the treatment was only halfway through."

Jisoo, who had already lost 60% of his IQ during childhood, blinked in confusion.

"Really, Hyung? Does that mean my mom still needs treatment?"

His wide, innocent eyes sparkled with desperate concern.

Sae-Joon nodded gravely.

"Yes. There's an online medical website called TrainYourMilf.com, where I learned that if treatment is stopped midway, the patient is at risk of developing severe asthma."

Jisoo gasped. "Asthma?!"

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know! I'm so sorry, Hyung!"

Sae-Joon placed a reassuring hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Don't worry, Jisoo. We still have time. I can still treat your mother, but…"

Jisoo swallowed. "But what, Hyung?!"

"You mustn't interrupt us for the next half-hour,"

Sae-Joon said solemnly.

"In the meantime, why don't you cook some nutritious energy food for your mom? She'll need it after treatment."

Jisoo's despair vanished instantly. His eyes sparkled with determination.

"Oh, really, Hyung?! I'm an expert cook, way better than my dad! I'll cook right away! I won't disturb you again!"

And just like that, the clueless boy dashed out of the room with a newfound mission, leaving Sae-Joon alone with his mother.

And soon, the woman in the room also heard the departing footsteps of her son.

Ji-Won lay sprawled on the bed, her shirt unbuttoned, her bra slipping off one smooth shoulder, exposing the heavy curve of her breast.

Her torn stockings revealed one of her thick, creamy thighs.

Her chest rose and fell with slow, shallow breaths, as if in deep, pleasant sleep—or at least, she pretended to be asleep.

Now that hours had passed, the effects of the alcohol were fading, and with Jisoo's interruption, she knew this wasn't her husband.

And so…

Shame painted her cheeks red, even as pleasure tingled deep in her belly.

So what if he wasn't her husband?

She felt his hands.

She felt his mouth.

She felt his cock pressing against her.

Beside her husband had a kind personality, not the kind of man she wanted in her life.

For years, she had craved something new.

But maybe because the poor man truly loved her wholeheartedly, she couldn't bring herself to do anything.

But today, she had a chance.

"As long as I'm drunk, it doesn't count as cheating… right?"

"My husband's a kind and understanding man… he loves me so much, he'd forgive me for anything… so just this once, it'll be okay..."

"So what's the harm in getting fucked properly?"

Finally, she convinced herself and let it happen.

Even if the man in front of her was her son's friend, as long as she pretended to be drunk afterward, everything could be blamed on the alcohol, not like she'd ever tell her husband anyway.

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Outside, Jisoo had already darted off, carrying a new mission, cooking a healing meal for his mother.

Click!

Sae-Joon locked the door completely.

Ji-Won's eyelids fluttered open—half-lidded, unfocused, yet hungry.

"Honey~ it feels so clingy…"

She murmured, squeezing one of her soft, swollen breasts.

Looking at the scene, Sae-Joon's cock twitched painfully against his pants.

His gaze traveled down her body

Her unbuttoned shirt...

The damp silk of her bra barely concealing her hardened nipples...

The sweat glistening along her collarbone...

The lazy way her arms stretched above her head, exposing the flushed, sensitive skin of her underarms...

"If it's clingy, then let your husband take it off."

Her breath hitched.

In the next second, he tore apart her shirt.

The flimsy bra snapped under his grip.

Her torn stockings were ripped away by his ruthless hands.

Her skirt was tossed aside.

Soon, he leaned over her and picked up the broken bra strap on her shoulder with his mouth, licking her neck, kissing her ruthlessly enough that she squeezed the bedsheet with her hands.

Now—

All that remained was a pair of red panties, barely clinging to her damp cunt.

Ji-Won's lips curled into a lazy, breathless smile.

"Pfft… You remind me of our honeymoon, honey. You were so rough back then… ahhh~"

Before she could continue, Sae-Joon grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh until they turned red.

But maybe because she was a mature woman, their enormous size was something he could not grasp completely.

One of his hands slid down, brushing over the flimsy lace of her panties, then lower, to the curve of her thighs.

She shuddered.

The heat between her legs was unmistakable.

"Damn… she's blonde even down here."

Sae-Joon swallowed. His fingers traced the soft curls, then slid lower, brushing against the damp slickness hidden beneath.

Ji-Won's eyes gleamed in the dim light, and she wasn't about to back down easily.

With her hands, she pushed the back of his head toward her, sealing his lips in a French kiss that lasted more than thirty seconds.

"~You're such a good man, honey… but I need a bad boy tonight."

Her filthy words sent a sharp jolt straight to his cock.

His hands slid higher—groping, squeezing, teasing—pushing her thighs further apart.

"You said… your breasts were sore, right?"

Her lashes fluttered.

"So sore…"

Sae-Joon's palms closed over her tits again, rougher this time, kneading the soft flesh with no mercy.

Then he cupped her breasts together to the point where her nipples collided with each other—only to be swallowed by his mouth.

His tongue swirled around them, then coiled.

"Ahn~"

Her hips bucked, thighs spreading wider.

"You… Honey—no, Sae-Joon, make me feel like a woman~"

Finally…

The last trace of hesitation vanished from her eyes.

No more shame.

No more guilt.

Just a married woman burning with pure, filthy desire.

"As you wish, you slutty ahjumma."

His fingers slid between her drenched thighs.

His touch grew bolder, stroking the slick heat pooling between her legs.

Two digits buried inside her slit while his other hand subdued both her palms above her head.

And his mouth—

Licking her ear.

"Ahh~it tickles"

Then lips.

"Ah~smoolch.."

Then eyes.

Then neck.

"Augh... honey, don't~"

Finally, his tongue tested the redness of her armpits, sinking his teeth in to make her shudder.

All the while, his other hand pleasured her soaked cunt.

"Fuck… you're soaking wet."

Ji-Won's lips parted in a breathless moan.

"Ahhhhhhh~ Faster ~"

Her wet cunt squeezed, her insides tightening, grinding against his fingers.

"You're so delicious, ahjumma,"

Sae-Joon said.

"Then… bury it inside me. Not your fingers, but your cock, honey. Don't be gentle… Ji-Won wants you to break her~"

At that moment, she wasn't a wife.

She wasn't a mother.

She was just a woman who wanted pleasure.

A shameless, cheating bitch.

And Sae-Joon had every intention of giving her exactly that.

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(End of the chapter)