At exactly 7:59 PM, I stood outside Ms. Seo's door, wearing my least-wrinkled T-shirt and pants that didn't look like they'd survived a warzone.
I took a breath.
It's just dinner.With your busty, spiritual energy-dripping landlady.In her apartment.Alone.Where she sleeps.
You're screwed.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
ENTERING YIN-DENSE DOMAIN: PRIVATE QUARTERS
TARGET: SEO YURA
YIN SATURATION: 88% — CRITICAL ZONE
WARNING: EXTENDED EXPOSURE MAY TRIGGER "UNINTENTIONAL PRE-CULTIVATION"
The door opened before I knocked.
She stood there in… what could barely be called pajamas.
Thin, silky shorts.A loose tank top hanging off one shoulder.No bra.And nipples so sharp, they could write Morse code in a snowstorm.
"Right on time," she said, stepping aside."Come in. I just finished plating."
Plating?Ma'am, I'm already steamed and stir-fried.
I shuffled in like I was entering sacred ground.The room was softly lit — warm, golden lighting with a faint scent of lemongrass and something floral. Incense? Or pheromones?
On the table: two bowls of steaming noodles, grilled meat, and some kimchi.
"I hope you like pork belly," she said, sitting across from me.
I nodded, already sweating. "Love it. It's like… my favorite non-MILF thing."
She blinked.
I blinked.
"Non-meat thing. Non… you know what? I'll just eat."
She laughed, covering her mouth.
[SYSTEM NOTE]
EMOTIONAL FLUSTER – +2 Charm
EYE CONTACT – +1 Lust Resistance
TOTAL ATTRACTIVENESS SCORE: 6/10 (RISING)
The food was actually amazing.
Tender. Juicy. Just the right amount of spice.Unlike the situation, which was all spice and no escape.
She poured us both tea, and I noticed her tank top dip just enough to expose a sliver of cleavage.
She caught me looking.Didn't stop me.
"So," she said between sips. "How are you adjusting?"
"Great! Really great. Totally thriving. Almost died from yoga, but spiritually fulfilled."
"You're a very… reactive student."
I choked slightly. "Sorry?"
"Your energy." She smiled. "It's like you're... vibrating constantly."
I nearly dropped my chopsticks.
[SYSTEM DIAGNOSIS]
CURRENT STATE: EDGING ON SPIRITUAL LEVEL
YIN FIELD DETECTED IN BEDROOM: 97%
After dinner, she rose gracefully, stretching just enough to show off a flat stomach and hips that could hypnotize monks.
"You can sleep here, if you'd like. I don't mind. The guest futon is clean."
"The what now?"
She pointed toward her bedroom.
"It's in my room. I don't like leaving guests out in the cold."
[SYSTEM DECISION NODE TRIGGERED]
OPTION A: Accept futon – Yin Exposure: Prolonged
OPTION B: Decline and flee – System disappointment imminent
"Of course," I said, already mentally preparing for death."I'd be honored."
Her room was simple.Clean. Organized. Fragrant.
The futon was laid out beside her bed.A few feet of space.A few hundred miles of tension.
She changed in the bathroom — I pretended not to die inside imagining it.
When she returned… she'd put on a longer shirt. But no pants.
None.
Only that shirt.
And legs for days.
"Goodnight," she said, sliding into bed like it was a seduction scene from a k-drama."Feel free to ask me anything."
"Anything?"
"Mmhmm."She pulled the blanket up.Her silhouette was unfair.Unholy.
"Okay then," I whispered, turning off the lights.
"Would it be too much to ask for you to be less of a full-blown walking distraction?"
She laughed.
"No promises."
The room fell silent.
But the tension?Deafening.
[SYSTEM ALERT: PASSIVE CULTIVATION INITIATED]
YIN ENERGY FLOWING TOWARD HOST
RECEIVING LOW-LEVEL STIMULATION FROM ENVIRONMENTAL AROUSAL
…INCLUDING BED SQUEAKS.
That's when I heard it.Squeak.
A slow, rhythmic creak of springs.Not violent. Not loud.Just… unmistakable.
Squeak… squeak… squeak.
I stared at the ceiling.
She's shifting. Just moving. Probably getting comfy.
Squeak… squeak—pause—squeak.
Oh my god, is she—
"Min-jae," she whispered from the darkness.
"Y-Yes?"
"You're breathing too loud."
"Sorry. Meditation. Helps me sleep."
Pause.
"Would you like me to help you relax?"
My soul left my body.
[SYSTEM CRISIS TRIGGERED]
DECISION POINT: YES / NO
YES = INITIATE PHASE I: SPIRITUAL PRE-CULTIVATION
NO = REMAIN EDGED UNTIL SYSTEM CRASH
"...Y-Yes."
She rose slightly.Leaned over.Whispered in my ear:
"We'll start slow."
And just like that, the lights dimmed further.
The air thickened.
And the MILF System officially activated.