Chapter 45
Chapter 45
"Yes...! Cum! Hurry and cum! Give it all to Mom!"
Hye-jeong thrust her hips, pulling Minho's buttocks deeper in.
Vwoosh! Phew!
"Ugh...! It's coming out...! Something hot...!"
Hot semen burst out like a waterfall from the tip of Minho's urethra. The heat hit Hye-jeong's cervix and spread, filling her uterus. It was the exact opposite of cold death, life itself, boiling hot.
"Haa...! Haa...! Haa...!"
Minho ejaculated deep inside Hye-jeong, trembling with ecstasy, down to the last drop. He felt two heartbeats where his lower abdomen met hers. Only then did the mechanical hum and the doctor's mocking laughter that had been ringing in his ears disappear.
"Good boy... My son..."
After finishing, Hye-jeong hugged the limp Minho tightly.
"It's okay. You're not going anywhere. Mom has you completely."
She brushed back Minho's sweat-soaked hair and gently kissed his forehead. Her uterus felt heavy, filled with her son's semen, but as if to prevent it from flowing out, she crossed her legs, tightening her grip around his waist even more.
"......Mom."
"Yes, Minho."
"......What a relief. That this place... is real."
Minho mumbled his last words. The relief that followed extreme fear, and the languor after ejaculation washed over him, and his taut nerves snapped.
Softly.
Minho's head dropped onto Hye-jeong's ample chest. His eyelids grew heavy, and he was drawn back into a deep darkness, but this time, into a warm darkness.
"......He fell asleep."
Only then did Hye-jeong let out a sigh of relief. She looked behind her at Hye-seon and Minseo, who were standing there with worried expressions.
"Unnie... Is Minho okay?"
Hye-seon asked cautiously.
"Yes. He just... seems to have had a really bad nightmare. He seems very startled."
Hye-jeong looked down at Minho's sleeping face and smiled a bittersweet yet loving smile. Inside her uterus, Minho's freshly ejaculated seeds of life were pooling.
And a few days later, in a private psychiatric clinic in Gangnam.
In the silent space where cold air conditioning flowed, a heavy silence settled. Minho was deeply buried in a leather sofa, staring at the attending physician sitting opposite him.
His eyes looked somewhat hollow, perhaps due to the aftermath of the nightmare he had a few days ago, but his gaze was sharp, waiting for a word from the doctor's mouth.
"So... you're saying you were tied to an operating table."
The doctor, flipping through the chart, pushed up his glasses and spoke.
"Yes. It was too vivid. The smell of disinfectant, the cold air, and even the sensation of the scalpel cutting into my chest...."
Minho rubbed his face, recalling the memory of that night.
"Most of all, I can't forget the conversation the doctors were having. They said this reality I'm living in now... was just a 'good dream' I was having during surgery."
Minho's voice trembled slightly. The luxurious life in the penthouse, the pleasure with beautiful women, the blood relatives who obeyed him. The fear that all of this might just be an illusion created by his brain still coiled in the depths of his subconscious.
The doctor placed his interlocked hands on the desk, choosing his words carefully.
"Minho-ssi. You remember the traffic accident last time, right? You were also in a coma for several days."
"That's right. Because I almost died and came back to life."
"The symptoms you are experiencing now appear to be a type of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). The memories of the treatment process you experienced unconsciously during the accident have become a trauma and manifested as nightmares."
"Trauma...?"
"Patients who have been in traffic accidents sometimes remember the treatment process when they were transported to the hospital. Of course, it's not common, but perhaps because those memories are so vivid, they often manifest as dreams."
The doctor pointed to Minho's electroencephalogram (EEG) results displayed on the monitor.
"Looking at the test results, the activity in your frontal lobe is excessively activated. Although the brain damage from the accident has recovered, the psychological aftereffects seem to remain deeper than expected."
Minho felt both relief and anxiety at the doctor's words. Trauma. Aftereffects. In other words, that nightmare was merely a fragment of past memory, and the place he was breathing in now was 'true reality' - a medical confirmed diagnosis.
"Then... you're saying I'm not crazy? And all of this is real?"
As Minho asked again for confirmation, the doctor smiled gently and nodded.
"Of course. Minho-ssi's mental state is quite good. However, because the fear at the time of the accident was so great, your brain hasn't fully stabilized yet."
"Haa... That's a relief."
Only then did Minho seem to relax, leaning back against the chair. The cold memory of the operating room was just a ghost of the past. His kingdom was intact. With that conviction, his suppressed confidence resurfaced.
"You need to rest and stabilize. While we will also combine it with medication, psychological refreshment is most important."
The doctor, tapping his Montblanc fountain pen on the chart, continued speaking.
"Minho-ssi, it's good for you to engage in many activities that allow you to positively feel the sensation of 'being alive.' Of course, the devoted care of your family is important, but if you stay in too confined an environment, your compulsions might worsen."
The doctor leaned forward and suggested in a serious tone.
"How about increasing your outdoor activities and trying to form new social relationships? Returning to your daily life before the accident."
"Daily life, you say... Specifically, what kind?"
At Minho's question, the doctor stroked his chin for a moment, then offered a suggestion in a gentle tone.
"For something light, how about a trip or a drive?"
"A trip?"
"Yes. Just getting out of a stuffy indoor space and seeing an open landscape can be a great refreshment for the brain. New stimuli from unfamiliar places awaken your five senses and revive the feeling of 'I am alive and moving right now'."
The doctor pointed to the city view visible outside the window.
"You don't necessarily need to go far overseas. Going for a drive in the nearby suburbs is good, and going to a quiet place to rest for a few days is also an excellent prescription. The act of holding the steering wheel and feeling the speed itself can also help relieve stress."
(A drive, huh...)
Minho felt a strange sense of déjà vu at the doctor's words. For him in his previous life, 'driving' was labor for survival.
Rain or shine, carrying a metal delivery box, the exhausting memory of having to twist the throttle of a delivery motorcycle. Stinking of sweat inside his helmet, driving on the road during those days was stress itself.
But now, it was different.
In the underground parking lot of his penthouse, supercars he wouldn't have dared to look at in his previous life lay dormant, waiting for their owner.
(Not bad...)
In Minho's mind, an interesting picture began to form.
The passenger seat of a top-tier supercar, and a trip with the women he commanded in the back seat.
The enclosed space of a car, cut off from the outside. The car body shaking with the engine's vibrations. And the secret, daring escapades that would unfold within.
Escaping the comfortable castle of his home, if he were to defile them in an unfamiliar place, how different would that pleasure be? The thrill of the outdoors, the liberation in an unfamiliar lodging. Just imagining it stimulated Minho's predatory instincts.
"Hmm... A trip, huh."
The corners of Minho's lips slowly curled upwards. Far from the 'healthy healing' the doctor intended, an extremely instinctive and lewd plan was taking shape in his mind.
"Now that I hear it, it's quite an appealing prescription. I was already feeling a bit stifled just staying at home."
"Right? It will definitely help you change your mood."
The doctor, thinking his prescription had worked, smiled with satisfaction.
"Yes, I'll do as you say, Doctor. Also, to wake up the dusty fellows in the garage... I should go somewhere with good scenery."
Minho's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"If I go with my family... that would be even better, right?"
"Of course. If you are with people with whom you have deep emotional ties, the psychological stabilization effect will be doubled."
"Haha, that's really... perfect advice."
Minho stood up. In his mind, already, not a congested road, but an Autobahn for pleasure to speed on, was unfolding.
"Thank you, Doctor. Thanks to you... I have a very enjoyable plan."
Minho, with light steps, left the clinic.
When Minho returned from the clinic and opened the penthouse front door, Hye-jeong, Hye-seon, and Minseo were gathered in the living room, enjoying refreshments.
"Oh, Minho, you're back? How was the hospital?"
Hye-jeong was the first to get up and greet Minho. On her face, still, a subtle worry for her son lingered.