Chapter 17
"Haa...."
Minseo, who was watching the theater of fantasies unfolding in her mind, gasped for breath and shook her head. Just the thought sent a thrilling current down her spine. The insides of her thighs tingled, and she felt the tight skirt becoming damp.
(I'm going crazy. I must have really become a pervert...)
She fanned her flushed face with her hand, trying to cool down the heat. But the desire, already ignited, showed no signs of easily extinguishing.
"Good. Today, it's this."
Minseo firmly pressed the payment button. After carefully checking the [Same-day Delivery] option, she wore a satisfied smile.
"Look forward to it, Minho-ya. Tonight... I'll give you a proper 'Office Wife' play."
She eagerly awaited the end of her workday, and turned her attention back to the pile of documents. However, at that very moment...
"Haak...! Heueuk...! Aang!"
As my hip thrusts grew faster, Hye-jeong's mouth continuously let out explosive moans. She gripped the bedsheets tightly with both hands, to the point where her knuckles turned white.
As my cock mercilessly scraped against her vaginal wall, and pounded on the entrance of her uterus, her body convulsed violently like a broken doll.
"Too... too strong...! Minho-ya...! Mom... I feel like I'm going to pass out...!"
She violently shook her head from side to side, panting, overwhelmed by pleasure. But I couldn't stop. The sadism and desire for conquest to completely break this noble woman, my mother, had consumed my instincts.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed loudly, like applause. Hye-jeong's white thighs turned red from hitting my pelvis, but she seemed to feel no pain. Only the overwhelming pleasure from my cock dominated her brain.
"Ugh! Mom! I... I'm going to cum!"
At my rough cry, Hye-jeong's hazy eyes snapped open and looked up at me. In her eyes, a fierce yearning as a female, wanting to receive her son's seed, was burning intensely.
"Cum...! Inside...! Inside Mom...! Cum fully inside...!"
As soon as her permission was given, I mustered my last strength and thrust my hips.
Kku-uk-!
My cock penetrated deeply, until it reached the deepest part of her vagina, the entrance to her uterus.
"Kkeueuk! It's coming out!!!! Heo-eok!!!"
"Kyaaaang!"
Both their screams burst out simultaneously. From the tip of my alter ego, hot and sticky life-water poured out like a gushing flood towards Hye-jeong's uterus.
Byubut! Byureureuk! Byureut!
"Heueueueuk...!"
Hye-jeong's back arched tautly like a bow. With her eyes rolled back and mouth agape, her entire body trembled like an aspen tree as she met the ecstasy of climax.
The sensation of my hot semen filling her depths. It wasn't just a simple ejaculation. Beyond the taboo of mother and son, it was a sacred ritual where even their souls intertwined.
"Haa... Haa...."
After the long, drawn-out ejaculation, I collapsed onto her body, as if exhausted. Hye-jeong, pinned beneath me, still hadn't emerged from her ecstasy, and was gently stroking my back while gasping for breath. Her face was filled with a perfect happiness that couldn't be exchanged for anything in the world.
"Huu.... Our Minho, aren't you hungry? Mom will make you something delicious."
Hye-jeong, who had been enjoying the afterglow on the bed for a long time, got up first. Without even showering, she draped only a thin silk gown over her naked body, stained with sweat and semen, and headed to the kitchen. Her back view was so alluring, I lay on the bed, staring blankly as her hips swayed.
"Hmm hmm~♬"
A humming sound came from the kitchen.
The clattering sound of dishes, and a savory smell.
She was wearing only an apron over her gown, skillfully preparing breakfast.
But even amidst that peaceful scene, a strong scent of a female emanated from her body.
I walked into the kitchen as if possessed. Hye-jeong was standing in front of the sink, washing vegetables. Her white calves revealed between the folds of her gown, and the prominent curve of her hips thanks to her slightly bent waist.
"Mom."
"Hmm? What's wrong, Minho-ya?"
She tried to turn around, but I didn't give her the chance. I tightly hugged her waist from behind, and blew hot breath onto her nape.
"Heueut! You startled me...."
"The scent is so good."
"Oh my, are you talking about the smell of food?"
"No. Your Mom's scent."
I slipped my hand inside her gown, and grabbed her soft breast. The soft and warm sensation filled my palm. Hye-jeong dropped the vegetables she was holding, and gripped the edge of the sink tightly.
"Aang.... Minho-ya.... I have to make food... If you do this, I can't cook...."
She slightly turned her head and glared at me. But that gaze wasn't one of reproach. Rather, it was a provocative and sticky gaze, as if saying, 'Do more,' 'Torment me more.'
"We can eat later."
I lifted the hem of her gown without hesitation. Then, the panties she was wearing came into my sight. Her vulva, exposed through the open crotch of her panties, which seemed to invite anything in, looked more delicious than any dish.
"Right now.... I want to eat Mom."
"Haa... You're really impossible to stop...."
Hye-jeong pretended to be troubled, but her hips were already thrust out towards me. I aligned my firmly swollen alter ego with her wet entrance.
"I'm going in, Mom."
Pwook!
"Ha-eueuk!"
With the rough insertion, Hye-jeong's upper body slumped forward. Her breasts touched the cold stainless steel of the sink, and her hips met my hot body temperature. At the pleasure given by that temperature difference, she cried out like an animal.
"Aang! Yes! Minho-ya! There! Deeper!"
The kitchen instantly transformed into a lewd banquet hall. The bubbling sound of boiling stew, and the squelching sound of flesh hitting flesh formed a strange harmony, breaking the morning's silence.
"Haa...."
After the late lunch, I sprawled on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling. From morning until now, I couldn't even remember how many times we had done it. An ordinary man would have shriveled up long ago. But I....
(Was my stamina this good?)
I lightly poked my lower body. Even after being abused so much, it was still flaunting its heavy presence.
It was as if it was asking, "Who's next?" I don't know if all men in this world are like this, or if I'm special, but at this rate, I wasn't just a stamina king, but a stamina monster.
"What are you doing, Minho-ya?"
Hye-jeong, having finished washing the dishes, approached with a plate of fruit. It was hard to believe she was the same woman who had been panting in the kitchen just moments ago; she had returned to her elegant and dignified appearance as a chaebol family madam.
"Um, Mom."
"Hmm? Want more?"
"No, it's not that... I suddenly have a question."
I swallowed the apple in my mouth, and asked cautiously.
"Just what kind of family is ours, exactly? What exactly does our family do? I know we seem to have a lot of money, but..."
At my question, Hye-jeong let out a chuckle. Her laugh carried the composure of doting on a son who was ignorant of the world.
"You said you had amnesia... It seems you've forgotten everything truly important..."
At my question, she put down her fork, elegantly crossed her legs, and pointed to the view of Apgujeong visible outside the window.
"You see that big building at the intersection over there? That one, and the medical tower behind it, and a few luxury brand buildings in the CheongX-dong area... They're all ours."
"......Huh?"
"Just, we're landlords. Very big ones."
"Heo-eok...."
My jaw dropped. Not just a simple rich person, but a 'God-tier Landlord' who stands above even the Creator...
And they own buildings on prime land in the most expensive areas of South Korea? This means money is practically copied just by breathing.
"Managing the monthly rent coming in, and managing the tenants, that's Mom's job. Of course, the actual work is all done by the staff below."
Hye-jeong caressed my cheek, and whispered alluringly.
"So, our Minho, you don't have to worry about money your entire life. All of this that Mom has... it's all yours in the end."
I swallowed dryly. Money I couldn't spend all of, even if I played and ate for a lifetime. And a beautiful mother who adored me. If this wasn't heaven, then what was?
"Th-then... what about my father?"
The most important question popped out.
The person who bequeathed this immense wealth. And my biological father.
"If it's such an amazing family, I imagine my father must have been an incredible person too..."
As soon as my question was out, Hye-jeong's expression subtly changed.
Her benevolent smile from just moments ago seemed to stiffen slightly, then she shrugged as if it were nothing.
"Your father was...."
Hye-jeong paused, as if choosing her words, then wiped a drop of fruit juice from my lips with her finger, and answered curtly.
"He was just a man with good seed."
"......Huh?"
"Healthy, handsome, intelligent.... He had quite good genes. That's why Mom chose him."
Her tone was dry. It wasn't the tone of someone reminiscing about a beloved husband, but rather like someone evaluating an excellent breeding stallion.