First Night, Part 2
Normally, a child would burrow into their parent's arms to endure the night, but our roles were reversed. I soothed my mother as if consoling her, savoring her ripe, mature body with gentle, lingering touches.
She seemed oblivious to my lecherous hands, lost in terror at the impending threats from the magistrate.
"Ah, no. I mean... take it slow, come slowly. I'm not going anywhere, after all."
Desperate to delay my departure, Mother spat out excuses that weren't quite excuses. I slowly peeled myself from her embrace, as if bidding a tender farewell.
"Ah..."
Regret for the departing warmth was plain on her face. Finding her adorable, I planted a light kiss on her cheek.
Mwah.
"Wh-what...?!"
No matter how close parent and child, such a breach of propriety froze her solid. I offered her a proper bow, then rose without lingering.
I felt her rigid, confused gaze trailing me. She looked so cute, her mouth flapping open and shut like a goldfish, dying to ask what that had just been.
I deliberately made my footsteps echo as I left the cell, then killed some time outside.
Time to go?
Midnight's oppressive hush drew near. The moon, once scattering silver light, hid behind clouds, cloaking the world in thick darkness. From afar came heavy footsteps.
I slipped into the shadows to avoid detection, and there he appeared—the magistrate.
That's the bastard.
Drunk, he staggered, clutching a liquor bottle in one hand. His vulgar demeanor screamed lowlife, utterly devoid of dignity.
"Hm-hm~ hm~"
Even humming a tune in the dead of night—he must be thrilled for this evening.
As he entered the cellblock, I waited a beat before following cautiously.
The place is empty; plenty of spots to hide.
Mother's cell was near the center, offering endless hiding places. Even if he spotted me, he'd pretend not to notice.
He'd probably love knowing I'm peeking. From his antics in the story, he enjoys physical conquests, but mental torment even more. That's why he let me stick around the office.
Hidden where Mother wouldn't see, I peered into her cell. She'd heard his heavy tread and known what it meant; her glare could tear a man apart.
The magistrate, standing outside, took her fierce eyes as mere sport, maintaining his leisurely air.
"Ha! The magistrate honors us with heavy steps. Pray tell, what brings you to a prisoner's cell at this late hour?"
Her words were impeccably polite, yet laced with thorns.
"Heh heh, Hyang. Don't be so cold. I came myself out of worry you'd be cold or hungry. And you ignore my boundless kindness? Tsk tsk."
The cellblock was sweltering like midsummer to preserve prisoners' health—his excuse rang hollow. Mother scoffed at his mockery.
"I have no thought nor desire to accept your filthy liquor. Begone!"
She raised her voice in defiance. Though falsely accused, she was legally a criminal now. One whim from him could cost her head, yet her convictions held firm.
"To spurn my goodwill so—truly an insolent wench."
Seizing on her defiance, he lumbered into the cell. Mother bit her thick lips hard, debating whether to bite her tongue and preserve her chastity even now.
His massive, obese frame filled the cell so completely from afar. Facing such a man, what crushing pressure and grim tension must she feel? I couldn't fathom it.
Gulp, gulp. Grrrh...
He chugged straight from the bottle and squatted before her. As his lust-glazed eyes blatantly roamed her body, humiliated fury erupted from her like flame.
"You fiend! To terrorize an innocent woman over base lust—have you no fear of heaven?!"
"Heaven? Heh heh. Well, even after raping a renowned capital lady, I was merely demoted here. Heaven and man alike can't punish me. So what gives you the nerve to defy me?"
Kim Man-gyeom's words hinted at his powerful, influential clan. His posting here was just a brief shelter from scandal—I'd gleaned that much, and sharp-witted Mother surely had too, her despair deepening.
"Ah ha. Now I see. You're counting on that son of yours? You firmly believe he'll clear your name."
She flinched hard at the mention of her son, her body trembling visibly. The unshakeable pine in a storm showed its first quivering leaves.
"A truly filial boy. Never doubting your innocence, certain the false charge will lift, even volunteering to tend you here. Proof of his devotion."
"Y-you dare! Don't you soil my son's name with that filthy mouth?!"
Unable to endure, she dropped all formality and screamed. At her outburst, he grinned vilely, clamping her mouth with a meaty hand that could snap a woman's neck.
"Guhk?!"
"No need to shout. You'll scream yourself hoarse in my arms soon enough—save your voice."
His indirect nod to her grim, shameful future left her gagged in horror, voiceless.
"There, there. Screaming will parch your throat—have some liquor instead."
"Guh, guh... n-no, release... release me! I won't drink anything from you... guhmp?!"
He crushed her jaw; her mouth gaped helplessly under his iron grip. He yanked her head back, pouring liquor straight down her throat into her gullet.
"Cough! Hack...?!"
Her desperate, muffled groans echoed in the cell. Despite forcing her throat wide for the booze to flood her stomach, spills trickled down, soaking her white mourning garb.
Each frantic gulp of her throat sent gulping sounds through the air; the overflow plastered her clothes, translucent against her pearl-white skin and cleavage.
As the alcohol hit, her blazing eyes softened, tension draining from her limbs.
Gulp, gulp... guh, grrh, cough! Cough!
Only after shoving every drop into her mouth did he release her. Head bowed, she retched out the pooled liquor, but too much, too fast—her body went limp.
"Hahaha! Now you look like a proper delicate lady. Drunk and disheveled—truly a sight."
He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to his. Staring at her flushed cheeks and slick lips, he licked his own thirstily, then jammed two fingers into her mouth.
"Mmph?!"
The sudden intrusion made her gag. Ignoring it, he hooked her soft tongue and dragged it out long.
"This is the tongue that slandered me. So soft and warm—perfect to wrap around my cock."
He toyed with Jeong Hyang's tongue, spewing obscenities. For the first time in her life, such degradation drew tears like dew from her eyes.
Yet the defiance in those teary orbs only fueled his sadism.
"Clench your jaw now, bite off the root, and escape this pain and shame. Will you? Huh? Speak."
As he taunted, she could end it cleanly, preserving her purity in death. But she just trembled, tongue protruding.
"Heh heh heh heh. Of course. Famous for chastity, yet doting on her son—that's another name for you, Jeong Hyang."
Surely her mind swirled with brutal what-ifs: If only I were alone... if only I had no child...