Chapter 36
(Physical contact... the act of sharing body heat... a reward that makes the brain feel happy...)
Over the word 'care' that the doctor spoke, the hot and sticky memories of sexual intercourse she shared with Minho yesterday in the meeting room, in the car, and in the kitchen, overlapped.
For her, the moment Minho seemed happiest was when he came deep inside her body and reached climax, breathing roughly.
(Yes... that's it. Minho had the most alive expression when he was 'doing that' with me.)
Hye-jeong swallowed dryly. The doctor's wholesome advice became a catalyst for twisted desires in her mind. 'The love only family can give' transformed into 'the pleasure only I can give'. 'Warm skinship' became 'sticky sexual union'.
(My son must not return to his past self! Never that...)
Although her past son was precious, for Hye-jeong, her son's current appearance was the most ideal image of a son she had ever wanted. Perhaps that's why? Hye-jeong used the doctor's words as a perfect justification to rationalize her desires. It was the most lewd vow in the world, made with the noble goal of treating her son.
"......I understand."
Hye-jeong's voice dropped, low and resolute. She bit her lip firmly, as if determined.
"I... I will do it. Because I am the person Minho relies on most in the world."
She hugged my arm so tightly it felt like it would break, and said solemnly.
"Even if I have to use everything I have... I will make sure only happy memories remain in Minho's mind. As for those bad memories... I will hold onto him so tightly that they will all be covered up."
"I ask this of you. Your role, Mom-nim, is absolute."
The professor nodded, observing Hye-jeong's solemn demeanor. The professor organized the charts and spoke in an utterly professional and matter-of-fact tone.
"As Chairman Shin-nim probably knows, there is no better cure for psychological trauma than the 'Blood Resonance' effect."
"Blood... Resonance?"
"Yes. More than contact with others, physical union with a direct blood relative whose genes match has been shown in studies to secrete more than three times the amount of stabilizing hormones in the brain. You must have heard of this."
The professor pointed to the brainwave graph displayed on the monitor.
"Especially in cases like Minho-gun, who is experiencing ego confusion, deep intimacy with a subject that evokes 'the mother's uterus', the most primal sanctuary, is essential. Not just holding hands...."
The professor paused for a moment and looked alternately at Hye-jeong and my eyes. There was no moral judgment in that gaze. Only medical judgment for the patient's recovery existed.
"This means a hormone shower through complete physical union is necessary. Since Chairman-nim and Minho-gun are a mother-son pair with perfect genetic matching even among the upper class, the therapeutic effect will be certain."
It was a command to have sex. And as an official prescription from a doctor. In this crazy world, incestuous sexual relations were recognized as a privilege enjoyed by the wealthy, and the most luxurious medical practice.
A flush spread across Hye-jeong's face. This was a diagnosis approved by a doctor. Perhaps that's why? Hye-jeong replied with a voice mixed with relief and excitement, and boldly stroked the inside of my thigh.
"Even without that... Minho seems most comfortable when he's 'with' me. It was the same last night, too."
Even at Hye-jeong's explicit words, the professor didn't bat an eye and nodded.
"You are doing well. In fact, holding back too much can cause stress for the patient. Actively share 'love'. That is the only way to engrave in Minho-gun's brain that 'this is the reality I must live in'."
The professor deliberately closed the chart, and added one last thing.
"However, please be careful about one thing."
"Is there anything to be careful about?"
"Even if Minho-gun's physical abilities are good, excessive ejaculation can cause temporary dizziness, so... please adjust the frequency or proceed while ensuring he eats nourishing foods. Because 'stamina' must be supported for the treatment to last long."
"Ah... Yes, I'll keep that in mind."
Hye-jeong's cheeks flushed red. The doctor had, in essence, very elegantly advised her not to 'overwork her son to death'.
"Thank you, Professor-nim. I will 'lead' Minho well so he doesn't get exhausted, and continue the treatment."
"Yes, I wish him a speedy recovery."
Until the moment the consultation room door closed, Hye-jeong's hand did not let go of my waist. No, rather, she gripped it even more tightly. Hye-jeong's steps towards the elevator were not just confident, but almost arrogant.
She now had not only the perfect justification of 'treatment', but also social and medical authority backing her. Perhaps that's why? In front of the emergency stairs in the corner of the hallway, Hye-jeong pretended to look around, then suddenly pulled me into the emergency exit.
"Mom...? Why here...."
"You heard what the doctor-nim said, right? He said genetic resonance or whatever it is, is the best."
As the emergency exit door closed and only dim lighting illuminated us, Hye-jeong placed her hands on the wall behind her. Then, as if seducing me, she began to sway her hips gently. Seeing her, I couldn't help but be flustered.
"This is a hospital, Mom...."
"It doesn't matter. It's the VIP ward, so there's no one around... And most importantly, the doctor-nim told us to. To do it 'actively'."
Every time she placed her hands on the wall and swayed her hips gently, the tight suit skirt she was wearing stretched taut, and her voluptuous buttock line was revealed in full.
(Wow... Where in the world is there such a good Mom?)
To provide such active 'family care'(?)... I was still unable to understand the Kim Minho of this world who had treated such a kind Mom so badly.
"Of course, Mom. We must listen to the doctor-nim's words. The sooner the treatment, the better."
I roughly grabbed Hye-jeong's waist, and with my other hand, I instantly lifted her skirt hem up to her thighs. Her buttocks, tightly constricted above the black stockings, captivated my gaze.
"Hah! Son... too fast...."
Hye-jeong feigned coyness, but her body was already trembling in response to my touch. From between her legs, the sticky scent of vaginal fluid was already spreading into the cold air of the emergency stairs.
I unbuckled my belt and lowered my pants. My already swollen, bursting-like 'thing' hotly touched the crevice of Hye-jeong's buttocks. As the heavy, firm heat transmitted through the stockings, Hye-jeong's waist flinched and arched even deeper.
"Mom, thank you so much. For making sure your son doesn't hurt... and even taking care of me directly here at the hospital."
I put my lips to her ear and whispered, blowing hot breath.
"There's no one in the world like Mom. So... I will definitely 'perform filial piety' in return."
"Uhhng... Minho-ya... stop talking... hurry...."
As if she could no longer hold back, Hye-jeong rubbed her hips back against me, urging me on. I pushed her black panties aside. Her sticky, wet, red inner flesh was brazenly exposed. It was the optimal entrance for the 'Blood Resonance' the doctor spoke of.
"I'll be quick. Someone might come."
I firmly gripped Hye-jeong's pelvis, and thrust my hips without hesitation.
Pwoosh- Squish.
"Hwaaaak! Minho-ya...!"
A scream-laced moan burst from Hye-jeong's lips. The sound of the stocking material rubbing, and the squelching noise of her mucous membrane swallowing flesh echoed through the narrow space of the emergency stairs.
"Hah...! It's too... too big...! Son... I'm so full... I can't breathe...!"
Hye-jeong braced herself, pressing her hands against the wall, but every time my massive desire thrust deep inside, her upper body swayed helplessly.
"Hoo... it's warm. Mom's body really is the best."
I licked the beads of sweat trickling down her spine, and intensified my hip thrusts.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
As the friction sound of flesh hitting flesh grew rougher, Hye-jeong's moans grew progressively louder.
"Aahng! Ah, son...! There... it's too deep...! Hngh! My brain... my brain feels like it's melting...!"
Her words were no exaggeration. The 'hormone shower' the doctor spoke of was, at this very moment, dominating her brain. She wasn't having depraved sex with her son right now, but was undergoing the most perfect and medical 'treatment'.
"That's right, Mom. That's it. Don't think about anything else."
I slapped Hye-jeong's buttocks, and thrust deeper.
Smack! Squish!
"Hwaang!"
"Only me... Just remember that my dick is currently thrusting inside Mom. This hot feeling... this is 'reality'."
"Uhng... Uhng...! Minho-ya... everything you say is right...! Haaang! Treat me harder... harder...!"
Hye-jeong had now completely lost her reason. She rotated her hips herself, matching my thrusts, craving deeper pleasure. Her tight skirt was rolled up to her waist, and the white skin visible through the torn stockings was flushed red.
The sensor lights on the emergency stairs repeatedly turned off and on with our movements. Under the flickering lights, Hye-jeong's panting back, clutching the wall, was more lewd and stimulating than any masterpiece.
I roughly bit her nape, thinking. The doctor's prescription was certainly effective. Now, using the perfect justification of 'treatment' as a shield, she was ready to spread her legs for me anytime, anywhere.