Chapter 4
Chapter 4
"That's a relief. I was worried that... if I lost my memory and became stupid, my older sister would dislike me."
"Oh my, you silly boy. You worried for nothing. Would our Minseo ever do such a thing?"
Mom clicked her tongue as if I were cute, and pulled me back into her embrace.
"So don't worry about anything. No matter what anyone says, you're Mom's most precious treasure!"
(A treasure... huh.)
Her words brought back fragments of old, chilling memories I had buried deep in my heart. The word 'Mom' in my memories was always tainted with coldness, the reek of alcohol, and sharp curses.
[Why were you born to ruin my life! You trashy bastard!]
On days she came home drunk, she would spit in my face and curse at me. A fatherless child, a burden, a mistake born by accident. Those were my names.
I was utterly alone, with no place in the world that welcomed me. But now, this unfamiliar woman calls me a 'treasure'.
(Is this... that maternal love Moms talk about?)
This emotion, which I had never received before, felt like it was melting the hardened lump in my chest.
This is what a real Mom's embrace feels like. Warm, cozy, an absolute sanctuary that feels like it could shield me from all the storms of the world.
For the first time in 22 years, I wanted to act like a child and be pampered.
"Mom...."
"Yes, my son."
"I... I really am your son, right? You won't abandon me, will you?"
In response to my question, she hugged me even tighter and answered firmly.
"Is that even a question? You're my son, dead or alive. My child whom I'll take with me to the ends of hell and live with."
"......Yes. I'll believe you."
I hugged her waist back. Her face was a little (no, a lot) different, and her personality was completely opposite, but at this moment, she was my real Mom.
(I will show filial piety my whole life. No, I will live my whole life in this embrace.)
I swore dozens, hundreds of times in my heart. That unlike my birth mother who treated me like trash, I would dedicate the rest of my life to this woman who called me a 'treasure'. But contrary to my noble spirit, my body was following the compass of extremely instinctive and depraved desires.
"Mmm...."
I unconsciously rubbed my head from side to side. The smooth feel of the silk dress against my cheek, and the heavy, swaying elasticity of the enormous breasts beneath it, were driving me crazy.
As if a newborn baby instinctively sought the breast, I buried my face in the deepest, warmest part of her cleavage, between those milky-white valleys.
(It's warm.... And it smells so good it's driving me crazy.)
From that place, so close that my nose felt squashed, an intoxicatingly strong pheromone scent was rising. With every breath, her ample flesh repeatedly contracted and expanded, gently massaging my face.
"Hehe...."
A ticklish laugh came from above my head. When I flinched in embarrassment, she instead cupped the back of my head and pulled me even closer to her.
"My little puppy.... Do you like Mom's embrace that much?"
"Ugh... Yes...."
I replied in a hazy voice, hugging her waist tightly. The thought of regaining my senses and pulling away had long since flown off to Andromeda.
"Yes, yes. Our Minho, do whatever you want."
At her treating me like a young child, I snuggled even deeper into her breasts. A soft, marshmallow-like sensation! Now I understood why erotic novels described a woman's breasts that way.
(Wow... this is truly heaven... This is heaven~)
The sensation of this ample mass pressing against my cheek was on a different dimension from some 2D character on a monitor. With every breath, her chest rose and fell, gently massaging my face.
(With this much volume... C? No, this is a full D-cup. No, it might even be an E-cup.)
A teardrop-like jiggle that could never exist unless it was natural. This deserved to be designated a national treasure. As I floundered in ecstasy, a very rational question mark popped into a corner of my brain with a 'ding-!'
(Do Moms usually do this much? In dramas, Moms just hit their sons' backs, they don't do this...)
I tried to think about what normal Moms do, but I soon had to give up. This was because I had no sample of a 'normal Mom' to compare with.
"Um, Mom. Since I don't have my memories...."
"Yes, tell me."
"Did I... used to like being held in Mom's arms like this before?"
I lowered my gaze slightly and asked, feigning shyness. At my question, she fiddled with my hair and grumbled in a somewhat disappointed voice.
"When you were little, you were a clingy child. You'd fuss that you could only sleep if you touched Mom's breast, and when you came back from kindergarten, you'd burrow into my arms like crazy. But as you grew up a bit, you changed."
"I-Is that so?"
"Yes! You said Mom's breasts were too big and disgusting, or that it was suffocating to touch them... Do you know how much Mom was hurt by those words?"
(......Crazy. This world's Kim Minho must have been out of his mind.)
This perfect, ample, beautiful D-cup natural masterpiece was disgusting? I looked at Mom with a disbelieving expression.
"M-Me? I really said such outrageous things?"
"Of course. Would Mom lie?"
"Mom. I don't remember, but I'll apologize on my behalf. I'm sorry."
"Minho...."
"Disgusting, you say? That's nonsense."
I lowered my hand and carefully, yet firmly, cupped her ample breast. The overwhelming volume that filled my palm felt like it was melting my brain.
"On the contrary... it's so good it's driving me crazy. The coziest, warmest in the world... to the point where I want to keep touching it."
"Is that so?"
"Actually... I was so scared when the accident happened. But being held in Mom's arms... it feels like my heart is calming down a bit."
"Oh my, so that's what it was..."
At my despicable acting, her eyes welled up, and she hugged me so tightly I felt like I would be crushed. She gently cupped the back of my head and pressed me firmly into the deepest, warmest part of her cleavage.
"Mom will hug you tight so you can forget all the bad memories."
"......Thank you, Mom."
I didn't refuse and buried my face between her enormous breasts. The soft, elastic flesh enveloped my cheeks without a gap. With every inhale, a sweet, rich scent permeated deep into my lungs. This was no mere embrace.
It was a drug-like sanctuary that made me forget all the sorrow and pain I had experienced, and a paradise of pleasure.
(Wow... this is crazy. Truly crazy.)
With trembling hands, I began to knead her enormous, soft treasures as if they were dough. The heavy weight that filled my hands, the soft flesh squeezing between my fingers.
"Hng... Haa... Minho... Ung~"
Every time my touch brushed her nipple and grasped her soft flesh, an unbearable moan escaped Mom's lips. That sound, like a fire doused with gasoline, instantly burned out the fuse of my reason.
The heavy weight and hot body temperature transmitted to my palm alone were enough to drive me crazy, but then there was that strange moan piercing my ears. This was torture. The sweetest, most unbearable torture in the world.
"Hng... Haa... Minho... Ah! Isn't that too strong?"
"Ah... sorry... Did it hurt?"
"It's okay... But my son, do you like Mom's breasts that much?"
"Yes... Mom... I love them so much!"
It was just as Mom was about to close her eyes in ecstasy at my honest confession.
BANG-!!
The deafening roar of the hospital room door bursting open instantly froze this crucible of pink desire.
"......!!!"
I was startled and snatched my hand, which had been kneading Mom's breast, away like lightning. Cold sweat ran down my spine. It felt like a middle schooler caught watching porn in their parents' bedroom.
What burst into the hospital room with the cold wind from the hallway was the sharp click-clack of high heels. And the person who appeared right after was that cold beauty I'd seen in the photo, my 'elite older sister' Minseo.
'Gasp, it's older sister.'
In person, she was far more overwhelming than in the photo. She was breathing heavily in a disheveled suit, but the glint in her eyes behind her glasses was as cold as frost.
(Ah, I'm fucked. Did she see? Did she really see?)
I instinctively cowered into the corner of the bed. There was no way that strict-looking older sister would stay quiet after seeing this mess. She would surely despise me, calling me a 'beast,' or scream that she'd disown me immediately.
"Kim Minho!!!"
She strode towards the bed, shouting my name. The luxury bag she was holding dropped to the floor with a thud. I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself for the impending impact. Would it be a slap? Or curses?