Chapter 6: Kim Gyutae, My Porn Teacher
Fortunately, Dad either didn't know it was peeking or just lightly scolded when I ca in without any other reaction, so I could feel relieved.
Anyway. That night's events ended like that, but that strange and mysterious feeling was imprinted on for a long ti, second only to when I had attacked Dad while he was fucking Mom.
Though it was a huge deal for young , daily life went on as usual regardless. I would occasionally rember that incident, but it didn't really affect my school life. I think that's the unique ntal flexibility of children.
"Hey! Hyeonseong, let's play soccer. Sangcheol from the other class challenged us."
"That little shit Sangcheol still hasn't learned his lesson. We crushed them by 4 goals last ti. Sure, let's bet so Coke pops."
"Okay~"
Children's interests shift more easily than adults', for better or worse. And so normal daily life continued on.
"Hey Hyeonseong. Let's go to my house after school today."
"Huh? Today? Why?"
"I've got sothing, you bastard. You'll probably cry tears of gratitude today, hehe."
My best friend at the ti was a kid nad Kim Gyutae. Actually, we stayed close friends through middle and high school, and even now as adults we still hang out often.
"Hey! You monkey! Hanging out with Hyeonseong again? Are you two dating?"
"Fuck off, you crazy bitch!"
Let be clear, we were definitely not gay and even if we were perverts, we were the kind that got turned on by girls, not the kind attracted to guys at all.
Well... but we were so close back then that other kids teased us like that. That's how much Gyutae was... not just my friend, but my teacher, pioneer, and counselor too.
Because he was one of the kids who beca aware of sex unusually early. You know how there were always one or two of those kids when we were young. The prophets who "awakened" first and spread knowledge when others knew nothing about sex or girls. That was Gyutae. So he was the grateful bastard who first passed on things like dirty pictures and comics to .
That day too, Gyutae in "teacher mode" invited over first. Going to his house was a common thing so I didn't think much of it, but as soon as we arrived at his empty house, he suddenly dropped a bombshell.
"Hey. I downloaded porn."
"What?! Really?"
What?!
Really? He got his hands on 'that' thing called porn... 'that'?!
As adults, porn is just a daily consumable we enjoy like food, but for kids our age back then, it was clearly sothing that "we knew existed but couldn't easily obtain" like One Piece.
When we got a little older we could easily access various porn sites, but it's always hardest to break through that initial barrier. Plus, I didn't even have a computer or smartphone essential for watching porn.
So his declaration was as shocking as if Arica had announced developing the atomic bomb.
"How?!"
"Co here, you idiot. You should really thank ."
The proud Gyutae dragged excited like a triumphant general and turned on his room computer (both things I didn't have).
"Ta-da!! Look at this"
He accessed a streaming site called AV Heaven where you could watch Japanese porn videos in real ti.
"Holy shit... this is fucking insane"
While normal kids our age mostly just played childish online gas or shooting gas on the internet, this bastard Gyutae had luckily found a streaming site that didn't get caught by the infamous Korean governnt's "Warning!"
We cheered as we explored this new civilization of porn together like primitive humans discovering fire. Actually, it was closer to the pleasure of satisfying intellectual curiosity by exploring an unknown new realm rather than sexual gratification.
"Whoa... holy shit"
"Isn't it aweso?"
The world of porn we saw for the first ti. It was truly a new world, isekai, One Piece itself.
It was truly a miraculous mont that made us Columbuses of masturbation, opening our eyes to sex for the first ti. And Gyutae, the pioneer, was in an excessively intoxicated state.
"Hey, do you know about that thing?"
"What?"
"That thing called mas****ation, do you know about it?"
Looking back now it was a really ridiculous conversation, but back then Gyutae was truly a pioneer of the new world of "sex". He was Vasco da Gama, Columbus. He spread new teachings to like a pioneer proudly showing off his flintlock to the Indians, enjoying his sense of superiority.
"Oh? You don't know? This is xx."
Just like that template.
But I was annoyed by his excessively smug expression. More than anything...
Porn? It was amazing at first but... I had seen it with my own eyes, right next to .
Of course, even then I had enough awareness not to tell others that I had peeked at my parents fucking right next to . But at that age when sex hormones were just starting to flow, for us such sexual experiences and knowledge were like "dals of honor".
When I ca to my senses, I realized that I was actually more of a "pioneer" than that bastard Gyutae...!
"Pfft... I've done that too"
"Oh really? What did you watch?"
I'll say it again... looking back now, it's really funny. Things we'd be too embarrassed to share with others if our heads were even a little bigger were like trophies to us back then.
At that ti, I felt a sense of rivalry(?) and competitiveness(??) towards Gyutae who was proudly boasting about masturbating to just one porn video.
So... in the end I couldn't resist the montary impulse and blurted it out.
"Hey. I've seen my mom and dad... doing that in person"
"What? Kissing?"
"What kissing, you idiot. That thing, you know"
Excited, I pointed at the baseball video playing on the screen. You know, that thing.
"What?! Really?!"
I should have stopped there. But this buzz-cut monkey's reactions were truly innate. By the way, he's now made it his calling and beco an internet broadcaster.
Anyway, hooked by his delicious overreactions, I spilled my heroic(?) tale as if entranced.
"Our house is a studio apartnt... at night when we're sleeping, mom and dad next to us..."
This ti it was my turn. When it was revealed that I knew more about this new mysterious world of "sex" than him, I got excited and blurted out things I shouldn't have said. It was my turn to brag so my brakes failed.
Looking back now, I shouldn't have done that.
Anyway, annoyed by my smug expression full of superiority, this ti that bastard Gyutae objected.
"So what... but she's still just an ajumma right? Even if you saw your mom and dad... f-fucking, so what..."
His clumsy argunt was that it's better to watch the beautiful won in "those" videos than middle-aged parents anyway.
So I fell for his provocation once again.
"No she's not! My mom is only 24 years old"
"What?! My mom is 40..."
Ridiculously, I felt superior to him at that mont.
"So your mom is an ajumma but my mom is super pretty, you know?"
"Really...? Then can I co over to your house?"
"What? Uh..."
I hesitated for a mont but
"You're lying right? It doesn't make sense for your mom to be 24"
"I'm telling the truth! I'll bet on it"
I'll say it again, I was young.
I thought that incident would end as a minor happening. Afterwards, he didn't really ntion coming over to our house again.
Then about a month or two passed. That day, Gyutae and I stopped by the neighborhood supermarket to buy snacks on our way to the ga room.
"Hyeonseong. Are you done with school?"
A familiar voice ca from behind while we were picking out items.
It was Mom.
"Oh? Mom"
"Who's this next to you? Your friend?"
When I turned around, I saw Mom with a shopping basket, probably there to buy groceries. She was wearing the tight gray tank dress she often wore when going out in the neighborhood... the so-called "Dongtan look" outfit.
The dress that blatantly revealed her hips and waistline.
I felt Gyutae stiffen beside in real ti.
"H-hello"
"Hi. Are you Hyeonseong's friend?"
"Y-yes..."
"What's your na?"
"Gyu... Kim Gyutae"
"..."
It's embarrassing to say this as her son, but Mom has very wide hips. Her butt is big too, with a 43 inch circumference. But her waist is thin at 25 inches. And the clothes she was wearing, that tight Dongtan look, revealed those contours.
So while I was used to it, n seeing Mom's figure for the first ti would inevitably be stunned.
Gyutae also gaped as soon as he saw Mom like that. His face instantly turned red. Of course, it wasn't because he really understood, just a kid's shy reaction, but... I really hated seeing it. Though to Mom, this buzz-cut little chestnut blushing shyly probably looked cute.
"Gyutae, is it? This is the first ti I'm eting our son's friend! Hey, my house is right next door, why don't you co over for a bit?"
"What? Is, is that okay?"
"Sure. You were going to buy snacks anyway, right? I'll buy them for you. Co eat them at our place."
"Th-thank you"
Mom put the snacks we had picked into her basket and paid for them together. But this bastard kept staring at my mom the whole ti.
Ugh, that's so annoying.
But... two contradictory emotions mixed in my heart. One was jealousy. I fucking hated him looking at "my mom" like that. It was the natural feeling to have as her child.
But at the sa ti, an inexplicable sense of superiority also flowed. A childish feeling like "My mom is so aweso, right?" Being young and not having developed tacognition yet, I was confused for a while, unable to distinguish between these vague conflicting emotions.
Anyway, despite my hints, the bastard shalessly... no, just brazenly ca over to "hang out" at our house and received hospitality along with Mom.
"Thank you... calling you ajumma feels weird, should I call you noona?"
"What? Hahaha! Look at this kid. How old do you think I am?"
"...Um, about 20?"
"Oh you're so cute! Okay, call noona then, alright?"
"Hehe... thank you"
"..."
Seeing Gyutae lose his mind, grinning like an idiot when praised by a pretty young ajumma like Mom, was visible.
"Your na is Gyutae, right? Do you do well in school?"
"Y-yes... I an, uh..."
"Oh my, why so flustered. You're not good at studying?"
"No..."
"Do you get along well with our Hyeonseong at school?"
"Yes... we often play together at ho too"
"Oh thank you. I was worried because Hyeonseong doesn't have many friends. What does your father do?"
"He runs a small c-company"
"Really? Oh my, Hyeonseong, you should stay close friends with him"
These were the usual questions when a son brings a friend ho, but maybe because I had never brought a friend to this small studio apartnt before, she asked almost excessively.
Normal ajummas would have found such questioning annoying, but this bastard eagerly answered even those botherso questions while blushing. As if he wanted to exchange even one more word.
After "hanging out" at our house for that short ti, both of the bastard's cheeks were bright red like apples.
"Hey, your mom is really pretty... really"
"What are you saying, you crazy bastard."
"No really... she's so pretty."
This little punk... it felt so weird that his first love was my mom.
'Shit, did I bring him for nothing?'
I scolded him saying:
"Shut up and let's go play gas"
"Okay... hey, can I co over again next ti?"
"..."
He's really fallen hard.
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