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EP.140 Cheon Dambi 2 

Cheon Dambi entered the bedroom, thick with the heat of sex. 

Step, step… tap. 

At the sudden presence, Jihan, who had been searching for a blanket, turned around. He was about to smirk but forced a surprised expression and asked, 

“…Who are you?” 

“……” 

But Cheon Dambi didn’t answer, simply approaching Jihan. 

‘He looks even better up close.’ 

Her gaze slowly, very sensually, swept over Jihan. Jihan was the type to enjoy being looked at like that. Of course, this time was no different. 

That proud Cheon woman showing interest in him-something to brag about to his mother later. 

But he couldn’t show it now. 

He held his breath, made his face flush, and hurriedly covered his crotch. 

“W-what are you looking at…” 

“Cute.” 

She found it amusing to see him, who had just been roughly ravishing her daughter, now blushing and shrinking away. 

He was truly a man who only showed his strength in bed-a perfect man to keep by her side. 

Her evaluation of Jihan only kept rising. 

Cheon Dambi approached Jihan, smiling mysteriously, and grabbed the hand he’d used to cover himself. When Jihan tensed to resist, she spoke. 

“I’m Juhee’s mother.” 

“…Excuse me? What do you mean…?” 

She watched Jihan carefully. Even after hearing her say that, he kept his hand over his crotch, resisting her attempt to move it-not something she liked. 

“That doesn’t make sense… Maybe if you said you were her sister. If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” 

Her next words, for some reason, felt good. They were no different from the clichéd compliments she’d heard all her life, but somehow, coming from this man, they felt nice. 

It didn’t sound like flattery just to get her into bed. 

“Sister, huh?” 

So instead of scolding, she smiled and asked. 

Jihan, looking confused, gradually relaxed his grip on his crotch. 

As he did, his erection started to show again. 

Jihan tried to avoid her interested gaze on his cock. Instead, he stood at ease, making it easier for her to look. 

His willingness to comply satisfied Cheon Dambi. 

“It’s nice to be seen as younger, but I really am Juhee’s mother. Ah… Since you’re my daughter’s boyfriend, I suppose I can speak informally? If you don’t believe me, you can wake Juhee and ask… though I’m not sure she’d want to be seen like that right now.” 

Jihan had already figured out who Cheon Dambi was, but pretended to only just believe her now. He quickly bowed his head. 

“N-nice to meet you. I’m Baek Jihan.” 

“…Baek?” 

“Yes, is there a problem…?” 

Cheon Dambi, who had been looking at Jihan favorably, became wary as soon as she heard his surname. 

‘If there were a male succubus… he’d be just like this.’ 

The old records of succubi depicted just such a man-flawless. Could he be a son born from those damned temptresses? 

But she soon scoffed and dismissed the thought. 

Even Elder Cheon Yura said a male succubus was impossible. 

‘Still, maybe I should ask.’ 

“What do your parents do?” 

A typical question from a potential mother-in-law to her daughter’s boyfriend. 

She asked it just like that. Jihan, sensing her intent, hesitated before answering. 

“Ah… well… I grew up in an orphanage, so I don’t really know.” 

“…I see. Sorry about that… Still, if the orphanage raised someone who could become my son-in-law, I should make a donation. What’s its name?” 

At that, Jihan’s mind raced. 

Lying would be foolish. Someone like her could easily track down the orphanage and get information on the kids who lived there. 

He could only hope his mother or Francesca could cover his tracks perfectly. 

“Hope Orphanage. Should I tell you where it is?” 

“Hope Orphanage… That’s enough.” 

In fact, being an orphan was a plus. 

If he disappeared, no one would come looking. 

She memorized those five syllables and looked Jihan over again. 

Gulp. 

She couldn’t help but smile. 

‘He’s cute.’ 

Handsome, but still cute. 

He was clearly nervous around her, but kept sneaking glances at her body-face, chest, waist, hips, legs-all the intimate, sexy parts. 

And with a very lustful gaze. 

It wasn’t just her imagination. Even now, his cock was still hard, even as he faced her. 

Jihan spoke shyly. 

“Um…” 

“My name is Cheon Dambi. You can just… well, we’re not close enough for ‘Mother’ yet, so call me ‘noonim’ (older sister).” 

Cheon Dambi made a suggestion she wouldn’t normally make. 

‘Noonim, huh…?’ 

It felt shameless to ask a young man who’d look good in a school uniform to call her that. 

But Jihan went even further. 

“‘Noonim’ feels too distant… How about ‘noona’?” 

“…Noona?” 

Before she could frown, Jihan hurried on. 

“I always envied people who had an older sister… You know my background… I’m sorry if that’s too much.” 

He bowed his head, hiding his expression, and swallowed. 

She didn’t answer right away. 

But Jihan was confident. No woman had ever refused him when he asked for something. 

Besides, no matter how proud the Cheon clan was, in a room thick with his pheromones, after talking and breathing together for so long, she was probably already pretty aroused. 

Cheon Dambi, at first finding his request rude, felt a little sorry for him as she thought about his circumstances. 

So much so that she wanted to hug and comfort him. 

She gestured to Jihan. 

“If we keep talking here, Juhee will wake up. Let’s go outside.” 

“Yes.” 

“…And you can call me noona.” 

“…! Yes, Dambi noona.” 

“……” 

She left the room first. She hurried her steps, feeling like she might start laughing. 

But the smile wouldn’t leave her face. 

A ticklish feeling she’d never known before welled up in her chest. 

She silently went to the bathroom. She closed the door, put her hands on the sink, and looked in the mirror. 

‘Is it hot…?’ 

Maybe it was the weather, or maybe she shouldn’t have worn a suit. Her cheeks were redder than usual. 

Sticky! 

Her panties were quite wet… The stickiness when she rubbed her thighs together was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. 

In fact- 

‘Maybe I should tease him a little?’ 

Such a naughty thought crossed her mind. 

‘That boy… Jihan, was it? How will he react?’ 

Would he playfully resist, or, like earlier, seize the opportunity? 

Just imagining his reaction made her chuckle again. 

She didn’t know if this feeling was because the future of being passed around by ordinary men for the sake of the family was gone- 

Or if it was just because of Jihan. 

She couldn’t tell. 

** 

‘Is she gone?’ 

As soon as she left the room, Cheon Dambi went straight to the bathroom. 

Now was his chance. Before it was too late, he had to contact his family. 

He grabbed his phone and went to the kitchen, far from the bathroom. 

-Yes, young master. What is it… 

“Francesca. Just listen, this is urgent.” 

“I just met Cheon Dambi. I’ll explain later. Anyway, she asked about my orphanage, so I told her the truth. Make sure nothing goes wrong.” 

“And this woman… something’s off. I met her while I was naked, and she kept looking me up and down.” 

“That’s it. Just take care of it. Hanging up.” 

-If you have a moment, may I say something? 

Before he could hang up, Francesca spoke. He put the phone back to his ear and glanced at the bathroom door. There was still time. 

“Yeah, what is it?” 

-The Cheon clan is, like our succubus line, made up only of women. But since they are human, they don’t have immortality like us. They do maintain youth and health, though. Anyway, that’s why it’s tradition to bring in men from outside to continue the line. 

“So, are they thinking of using me for that?” 

-I think so. They call it a ‘stud.’ They marry their women of age to people in politics or business and use it for deals. More details are best heard from the master. 

He was starting to understand the situation. 

“Thanks. I’ll give you a good fuck when I get back.” 

-Thank you. Also… if possible, it’s best to go along with her requests. The Cheon clan likes obedient men. 

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Clack! 

He was about to thank her again when the bathroom door opened and Cheon Dambi appeared. 

He naturally picked up the water cup beside him and put down his phone. 

Cheon Dambi looked around, spotted him in the kitchen, and strode over. 

“Could you get me a glass of water?” 

“Oh, yes. Just a moment.” 

He put down the cup he was holding and reached for another, but she stopped him. 

“No need. I’m not that fussy. Just use that one.” 

“…Okay.” 

She took the cup from him, put her lips right where he’d drunk, and drank. 

She finished more than half the cup and smacked her lips. 

“Smack… Did they change the water filter? Tastes good.” 

Was that a sexual signal? With what Francesca had said, it felt odd. 

A future mother-in-law who wants to make him the clan’s stud. A mother-in-law lusting after her daughter’s boyfriend. 

Did she not even care how Seong Juhee would react? She really was a headstrong type. 

She looked at him for a moment, then stared intently at his erection. 

“That thing never loses its spirit, does it?” 

“Uh… sorry. Should I put some clothes on?” 

“…Wouldn’t that be uncomfortable for you? Just leave it.” 

This woman really seemed sexually frustrated. 

When he’d complimented her, her lips had trembled. 

But it seemed she didn’t even realize she was sexually frustrated, having never experienced real pleasure. 

As he was sizing her up, she spoke, with a hint of annoyance in her tone. 

“But I do wonder, how you can stay hard even with me in front of you. You’re not… aroused by me, are you?” 

“N-no, of course not! Absolutely not!” 

He waved his hand in embarrassment, but kept his eyes on her. 

Her angry expression was quickly replaced by deep satisfaction. 

“Then, shall we test it?” 

“Test?” 

When he repeated her words, she walked over and sat on the sofa. 

“Sit in front of me. If you’re really not aroused by me, you won’t react at all to just my foot rubbing you.” 

She announced what she’d do next, showing her dominant personality, and commanded him. 

She lifted her smooth foot and wiggled it. There was no reason not to obey.