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Chapter 95. The Battalion Commander’s Grilled Meat Is Delicious, But… (3) 

The battalion commander’s unrivaled “huge breasts” always drew attention, so her butt usually didn’t stand out. But now, kneeling and sticking her rear out toward me, her full, round butt was truly a work of art—enough to make the crude word “bundaeng-i” (booty) come to mind. 

Because of her posture, the thin sweatpants were stretched tight over her shapely hips, showing off every curve. I could even see the outline of her panties, which seemed barely able to contain her luscious behind. My aroused cock was now tapping rhythmically against the underside of the table like a bass drum pedal. 

Thud, thud, thud. 

Then, an even more provocative sight unfolded before my eyes, only fueling my lust. 

“Haa… It was definitely here somewhere…” 

Wobble, wobble. 

Unable to find what she was looking for, the battalion commander shuffled sideways on her knees along the long storage cabinet. As she moved, her sweatpants rode up between her plump butt cheeks, accentuating the deep valley in the middle, and the outline of her plump pussy lips became visible. 

Her lower body was so voluptuous and her crotch so lewdly defined that my cock, already hitting the table, now pressed upward, straining against my pants. The amount of precum leaking out increased as well. 

‘God, I really want to fuck her…’ 

I could feel my underwear and even my pants getting damp, and just as I was about to be overwhelmed by the urge to shove my cock into that thick pussy, the battalion commander finally found what she was looking for and turned around, picking up her phone. 

She started reading from a stack of papers. “Ah, finally found it… the serial number is…” 

As she recited a string of English letters and numbers, I briefly worried about “military secrets,” but quickly dismissed the thought—someone with ten times my military experience wouldn’t make such a mistake. I focused instead on her exposed cleavage, which I could safely admire while she was on the phone—about two minutes in total. 

After finishing a brief conversation, she put her phone down under the table and, with a slightly apologetic look, spoke: 

“Sorry… I’ve been so distracted while we’re eating together, haven’t I?” 

“Not at all. You haven’t even had a chance to eat your meat—please, go ahead.” 

I replied as I placed three pieces of perfectly grilled pork belly on her plate, using the tongs I’d taken while she was on the phone. 

She gave me a curious look and spoke in a more familiar tone: 

“Sohyun unni is lucky… to have such a kind and handsome son like you. My daughter’s going crazy with puberty these days…” 

“Haha…” 

Though we’d only had half a bottle of soju, she was already tipsy, suddenly mentioning my mom and her own daughter. Her tone felt more like a real mom’s friend than a superior officer, and she started chatting more personally. 

She soon shifted from her usual battalion commander demeanor to that of a typical middle-aged woman who loves to chat, sharing stories about my life before the army and her own college days. 

Then, when I kept calling her “battalion commander,” she stopped me: 

“Jaejun… when it’s just the two of us like this, can’t you call me something more casual? It’s awkward being called ‘battalion commander’ all the time.” 

“Huh? Then what should I…” 

“Well, since Sohyun unni and I have been like sisters since we were little, just call me ‘aunt’ (imo).” 

“I couldn’t possibly call you that…” 

“It’s fine! You’ll be discharged in less than a year, and then I’ll just be your mom’s friend, not your superior. So don’t be so stiff—call me ‘aunt,’ okay? Come on~” 

When I hesitated, she pressed further, even mentioning how our relationship would change in a year. 

But when I still couldn’t bring myself to say it, she suddenly stood up. 

Jiggle, jiggle. 

Her huge breasts bounced wildly as she stood, immediately grabbing my attention, and she strode over to sit right next to me, close enough for me to smell her perfume mixed with alcohol. 

For a moment, her heavy sideboob pressed against my right arm. 

‘Uh… if I’m this close, won’t she see…?’ 

I felt both surprise and delight at her sudden approach and contact, but also worried that my fully erect cock, pitching a tent under the table, might be exposed. 

I pushed my lower body further under the table and glanced down, relieved to see my erection was just barely hidden. 

Relieved, I let out a sigh. 

“Huuu…” 

“Is calling me ‘aunt’ really so hard you have to sigh?” 

“N-no, that’s not it…” 

“Then call me ‘aunt.’ Now.” 

She pounced on my sigh, leaning in close—her face, a dead ringer for a famous actress in a movie bed scene, now less than 10cm away. My heart and cock pounded wildly. 

Her intoxicating scent grew stronger, and I finally gave in, deciding to call her “aunt.” If I resisted any longer and her “temptation” got any stronger, I didn’t know what I might do… 

“A… a-aunt…” 

“That’s right.” 

As soon as I managed to say the word, she smiled in satisfaction. 

It was the moment I, the son of my family’s youngest daughter, suddenly gained an “aunt.” 

After I called her “aunt” for the first time, Yumi Aunt (no longer just battalion commander) started treating me much more familiarly, like a relative she’d known since I was a kid. 

And as we got closer, her “unguardedness” only increased… 

“Jaejun, let’s keep having meals like this together.” 

“Yes, aunt.” 

“Now you’re finally calling me ‘aunt’ naturally.” 

Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle. 

She didn’t bother adjusting her V-neck T-shirt, which was now pulled down to reveal nearly half her cleavage, and suggested we spend more time together. 

I snuck glances at her thrilling cleavage, now getting used to calling her “aunt.” She seemed delighted to be called that, even shaking her upper body a little to show her satisfaction. 

Her huge breasts jiggled with every slight movement, but as the food and drinks ran out, it was time to end the evening. 

“Oh, we’ve finished everything already. Next time I’ll prepare more… Jaejun, you should get back to your quarters and rest, so let’s end here for today.” 

“I’ll help clean up, then.” 

“No, no, you’re my guest—I can’t make you work. I’ll take care of it, so go rest.” 

“I’d feel too bad… Let me help at least a little.” 

Blushing, Yumi Aunt suggested ending the night, and we had a playful back-and-forth about cleaning up. 

Knowing action speaks louder than words, I grabbed the dishes on the table. Just then, as she hurried to stand, her foot caught and her body, about two-thirds upright, began to tip over. 

“Whoa—?”