Chapter 44

"The front is... good too.... But the back... if you come in, my brain feels like it's melting...! It's so full... so tingly I can't even breathe...."

It was as expected. Minseo's narrow anus, which had no prior experience with childbirth, was the optimal place to receive my penis, and she too had become addicted to that overwhelming fullness.

"Ha, you really are a perverted noona. To say you prefer feeling it in your asshole."

"Don't tease me...! You... you were the one who shoved it in there...!"

Minseo pouted, but her hips were honestly twitching.

"Then what about Auntie?"

Finally, I asked Hye-seon. Hye-seon glanced at her older sister Hye-jeong and her niece Minseo, then quietly approached Minseo's side.

"Auntie also... actually..."

Hye-seon licked her lips with a strange smile.

"I'm sorry, unnie... but I think I prefer the back too."

"Oh my, dear. You too?"

When Hye-jeong asked in surprise, Hye-seon shrugged her shoulders.

"I can't help it, the back... Minho was the first to open it up for me."

Hye-seon sent me a seductive look.

"Maybe because it was the first time... the stimulation is so intense. I never knew that a place for defecation... could feel so good. Minho, your cock... I can't forget the feeling of it scraping my insides."

I once again presented my penis, which had begun to get erect, to them.

"Alright, since the preference survey is over... shall we proceed to round two, each to your desired hole?"

I boldly shouted, shaking my penis, which was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠once again stiffly raised. Even after driving the three women to climax just moments ago, my virility was gushing like an inexhaustible spring.

However, contrary to my vigor, the reactions of the three women sprawled on the floor were close to deathly pale.

"Heeek?! No! Minho, are you trying to kill us?!"

Hye-jeong shrieked and waved her hands. Her legs were already trembling so much she couldn't stand properly.

"That's right...! All three of us are exhausted.... Let's... let's do it tomorrow, okay?"

Hye-seon also pleaded, laboriously sweeping back her sweat-soaked hair. Minseo, seemingly without the strength to even answer, shook her head and avoided my gaze.

"Aish, but if a man has drawn his sword..."

"No! If we do any more now, we'll really end up in the hospital!"

Hye-jeong firmly pushed my chest. Then, as if by prior agreement, the three women laid me down on the sofa.

"That's enough for today. You need to rest too. You just spilled so much out."

"Yes, Minho. Noona... will give you a arm pillow. Hmm? Let's sleep."

As if comforting a fussy child, they launched a physical offensive, massaging my limbs and stroking my head. 

As their soft skin pressed in from all sides and a subtle scent of skin enveloped my nose, the taut tension suddenly released, and a rapid wave of fatigue washed over me.

"Haa... Indeed. It would be too much."

I closed my eyes, pretending to be overcome. In their warm, soft embrace. This was heaven. With a satisfied smile on my lips, I drifted into a deep, sweet sleep.

......Beep. Beep. Beep.

A regular, dry mechanical sound.

The pungent smell of disinfectant stinging my nose.

And a cold chill that pierced to my bones.

(...Cold.)

I tried to curl up. But my body wouldn't move. As if tightly bound by invisible ropes, I couldn't even twitch a finger.

(What is this? Sleep paralysis?)

I forced my eyes open. Beyond my blurry vision, dazzlingly white lights poured down.

"......Vitals are stable."

An unfamiliar voice was heard. Cold and businesslike.

"Anesthesia depth?"

"It's within the normal range. You may proceed with the surgery."

(Surgery...?)

I was confused. Just moments ago, I was in the Penthouse with Mom, Auntie, and Noona. Where had that warm, soft skin gone, and why was I lying on this cold operating table?

My vision slowly cleared. People in blue scrubs and masks were looking down at me. Their eyes held no emotion.

Then, someone standing at the head of my bed looked at my face and spoke.

"Huh? Doctor, this patient... is smiling?"

The man, who appeared to be an assistant doctor, asked in puzzlement.

"Isn't he conscious? His expression... it's as if he's having a very good dream."

At his words, the man who appeared to be the chief surgeon turned his head towards me. In his hand was a sharply gleaming scalpel.

He indifferently scanned my face, then let out a hollow chuckle.

"Leave him be. He must be having a good dream."

He brought the scalpel back towards my body.

"Anyway... it'll be hell when he wakes up. Might as well let him have a happy dream."

As soon as he finished speaking, I felt the chilling sensation of a cold metal blade touching the skin of my chest.

(No...! This isn't right! I...!)

"Alright, we're starting the Chest Opening."

Screech.

Along with the sound of flesh tearing, a terrible pain struck my mind.

"Uwaaaaaaaah――――!!!"

I screamed and shot up from my spot.

"Gasp! Gasp! Gasp!"

My heart was pounding as if it would burst, and my entire body was drenched in cold sweat.

Gasping for breath, I looked around. The familiar ceiling of the Penthouse. A luxurious chandelier.

And Hye-jeong, Hye-seon, and Minseo, looking at me with startled eyes from beside me.

"Min, Minho?! What's wrong?! Did you have a nightmare?"

Hye-jeong urgently wrapped her arms around my shoulders. As her warm body temperature touched me, my sense of reality finally returned.

(Was it... a dream?)

But it was so vivid. The cold air of that operating room. The dry gaze of the doctors looking down at me.

And those words, 'it'll be hell when he wakes up.'

With trembling hands, I fumbled at my chest. There was no scalpel mark. Instead, only the frantic pounding of my heart was felt in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my palm.

"It's nothing... really. Just... a bad dream."

I buried my face in Hye-jeong's embrace. But the cold sweat trickling down my spine didn't stop.

Perhaps... this current reality was a dream, and that operating room was the real one - an ominous and terrible premonition became deeply etched in my mind.

"Minho... you're trembling too much right now."

Hye-jeong said worriedly, stroking my back.

"Your body... is like ice."

Hye-seon and Minseo, who were beside me, also massaged my hands and feet, restless. Their touch was warm. No, it was hot.

At that moment, an instinctive thirst surged. Was this warmth real? Was this world, where my heart was beating, reality?

There was only one way to prove it.

"Mom... Auntie... Noona...."

I lifted my head and looked at them. They flinched at my gaze, which was filled with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠terror yet simultaneously gleaming with a yearning for survival.

"Mom... please hug me."

I grabbed Hye-jeong's shoulders and laid her back down on the sofa. Hye-jeong, who had been completely drained of strength from the intense Sexual Intercourse just moments ago, widened her eyes at my sudden action.

"Mi, Minho...? Are you going to do it again...?"

Her embarrassment was evident, but her dissuasion didn't reach my ears. Only the compulsion to drive away the mechanical sounds of the operating room and the chilling cold lingering in my ears dominated my mind.

"Please... confirm it for me. That this is reality."

Without waiting for Hye-jeong's answer, I plunged between her legs.

"Ah...!"

Thwack-!

"Huuugh...!"

Without foreplay, I thrust my penis into her already wet vaginal opening. The warm, moist inner walls completely enveloped my penis.

"Haa...! Haa...! It's warm...! Blood is flowing...!"

I hugged Hye-jeong's neck and listened to her heartbeat. The regular, powerful thumping sound. This wasn't a mechanical sound. It was the sound of living life.

"Minho... it's okay.... Mom is here...."

Meanwhile, Hye-jeong was initially flustered by Minho's sudden actions, but soon realized her son's state was unusual and accepted him without resistance. She swayed her body in rhythm with Minho's rough thrusts, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gently stroking his sweat-soaked back.

"Yes... come in.... Hide completely... inside Mom's Uterus...."

As if comforting a child who had a nightmare, she wrapped her legs around Minho's waist and embraced him warmly. Just then, Hye-seon and Minseo, who had been watching with bated breath from the side, tried to approach out of concern.

"Minho, what's wrong with you? Are you sick?" 

"Minho...?"

The moment they were about to speak, Hye-jeong, who was beneath Minho, urgently raised her hand to stop them.

Shhh.

Hye-jeong put her index finger to her lips and shook her head. 

(Stay still. Don't touch him now...)

Her gaze was resolute yet pitiful. Because she knew, with a mother's instinct, that what Minho needed now was not words or rational judgment, but complete immersion and a sense of relief.

Hye-seon and Minseo stopped at Hye-jeong's signal. And silently looked down at Minho. His face was buried in Hye-jeong's chest and couldn't be seen, but his hands, tightly gripping Hye-jeong's shoulders, were pale and trembling.

"Haa... Mom...! Mom...! I... I think I'm going to come...!"

Minho cried out as if screaming, thrusting his being into Hye-jeong's warm Uterus. Only the instinct to transplant his life into her body before the cold chill of the operating room enveloped his back dominated him.