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🕑 Added 2025-07-19 18:19:29 +0000 UTCChapter 93. The Battalion Commander’s Grilled Meat Is Delicious, But… (1)
Although the battalion commander told me to relax on the sofa, I wasn’t so clueless as to just sit there. So, after quickly finishing the orange juice, I used returning the empty glass as an excuse to head to the kitchen and help out.
As I got closer to the sink, the battalion commander’s voluptuous hips, briefly hidden by the table, came back into view. Noticing my presence, she turned her head gently.
"Already finished? Want some more juice?"
"I’m fine, ma’am. Let me help you with something."
"Aigoo... I told you to just rest. Well, if you insist, wash this for me."
"Yes, ma’am."
She took the empty glass from me and, seeing I was determined to help, handed me a basket of lettuce with a resigned smile.
As I turned on the water and started washing the lettuce, I realized it had been almost four days since I’d last been with a woman, and my eyes began to wander. Becoming something of a master at "side-eye," I sneaked glances at the battalion commander as she prepared pork belly and side dishes right beside me.
First, her face: not dulled by years in the military, but rather even more alluring, reminiscent of a famous actress. Every time I looked, her captivating face reminded me of a scene from a movie. Then my gaze dropped lower, to the "massive breasts" that had mesmerized me since my first day in the unit.
Her breasts were so large and beautifully shaped, they seemed sculpted by a master. Even compared to the other women I’d been with, all of whom had impressive chests, the battalion commander’s were in a league of their own. Even the supply sergeant’s H-cup chest paled slightly in comparison—truly "god-given breasts" suited her.
As I watched her gray T-shirt straining to contain those curves, she, while plating kimchi, spoke to me:
"Jaejun, you’ll crush the lettuce if you keep that up."
"Huh? Oh..."
Startled, I looked at the basket and saw a piece of lettuce I’d been gripping too tightly, bent and crushed. My desire to grope the commander’s breasts had unintentionally been taken out on the lettuce.
Ssssss...
After less than ten minutes of prep, we set the table in the living room and began grilling meat. Despite my earnest request to grill the meat myself, the commander insisted on doing it, taking the tongs and laying the pork belly on the grill.
Sitting across from her, I felt both comfortable and awkward, my gaze inevitably drawn to one spot.
Jiggle... jiggle...
"Gulp..."
Every time she moved the tongs, her breasts jiggled heavily. Unconsciously, I swallowed as I watched the enticing movement, and the commander, flipping a strip of pork, smiled and said:
"Just a little longer. Looks good, right?"
"Yes... It looks delicious."
The subtle thrill of knowing we were talking about different things only lasted a moment; soon, the pink pork belly turned golden brown, filling the air with a savory aroma.
As I was being tempted by both her breasts and the perfectly grilled pork belly, she put down the tongs and pulled something out from under the table—a green glass bottle and cap, instantly recognizable to any Korean, with liquid sloshing inside.
Pop, pop, pop.
"Jaejun, do you want a drink?"
"Yes."
She opened the soju bottle and poured me a glass. I accepted it, then poured one for her in return.
"Let’s toast to you having a healthy and safe final year of military service!"
Clink!
The glasses rang out, and I downed the strong, slightly bitter liquid. To wash away the taste, I grabbed a piece of pork, dipped it in salt, and popped it into my mouth.
As I chewed, a smile spread across my face—the savory flavor erased the aftertaste of the soju. The bitterness of the drink made the pork taste even better.
As I noticed the commander watching me with a satisfied expression, I thought, ‘She feels less like a superior and more like... not a mom, but maybe an aunt?’
Just as I was pondering how the relationship felt more familiar than hierarchical, she spoke, answering my unspoken question:
"By the way, Jaejun, did your mother ever mention me?"
"Sorry? You mean my mother?"
Surprised by the sudden mention of my mom, I looked at her in confusion. She smiled even wider and continued:
"Yes, your mother’s name is Sohyun, right?"
"Yes, that’s right. But how do you know my mother?"
"Your mother, Sohyun unni, and I grew up in the same neighborhood. We still talk on the phone three or four times a month. Last week, she mentioned her son was serving as an officer in the military, and it turned out to be you."
"Ah..."
She refilled my glass as she revealed she was my "mom’s friend." Realizing my battalion commander was not only someone I found incredibly sexy but also my mother’s close friend, I felt a thrill I couldn’t put into words.
Just as my half-erect cock started to swell at the thought, an unexpected accident occurred on the grill—a popping sound from the kimchi side, and red, oily liquid splattered onto the commander.
Splat! Splat, splat, splat!
"Kyaa!"
"Ma’am, are you okay?"
"Oh, I’m fine. Just startled."
She waved off my concern, assuring me she wasn’t burned or hurt. But her gray T-shirt was a mess, dotted with red oil stains.
Without hesitation, the commander stood up.
"Jaejun, I’ll just go change my top. Keep eating."
Before I could respond, she headed to what I assumed was the master bedroom, her hips swaying even more as she walked away.
As I watched her go, it hit me: my "mom’s friend" was about to change her top right now.
My imagination ran wild—what would she look like in just a bra? Or maybe she’d take off her bra too...
The fact that she left the bedroom door open only fueled my desire to peek.
Once again, my reason and my lust battled for control of my body.
