Chapter 6
Chapter 6
At Hye-jeong's words, Minseo nodded, deeply empathizing.
"I know, Mom. Every time I went to alumni gatherings, and the girls bragged about their younger brothers' techniques, I felt like my insides were churning and I was going to die!"
"Exactly! So this time, we absolutely cannot miss this chance."
Hye-jeong's eyes gleamed sharply again. She grabbed Minseo's shoulder and declared solemnly, like a general heading to war.
"This time, we need to teach Minho a very clear lesson!"
"......How?"
"How, you ask? We need to completely overhaul his tastes, of course."
Hye-jeong narrowed her eyes, licking her lips as if imagining her son beyond the hospital room door.
"Minseo, you remember, don't you? What Minho used to say about our bodies before the accident."
"......I remember. He said they were burdensome, looked clumsy... He even sneered that we looked like 'dairy cows'!"
Minseo answered, gritting her teeth. For them, Minho's past remarks were an unerasable wound and trauma.
"Right. He had a skinny taste, only liking idols who were skin and bones."
Hye-jeong cupped her ample breasts with both hands, a meaningful smile playing on her lips.
"But you saw just now, didn't you? The way his hands touched my chest, the look in his eyes... His true instincts, dormant in his subconscious, have awakened."
"Instincts?"
"Yes. Right now, Minho has completely Reset his aesthetic standards due to memory loss. This is the perfect opportunity."
Hye-jeong grabbed Minseo's shoulder and whispered sweetly, like a devil's temptation.
"We'll teach Minho the correct answer. That women, by nature, must have big breasts and big hips like us to be beautiful. We'll engrave 'The Absolute Standard of Beauty' into his mind."
"Ah...!"
Minseo's eyes flashed. She instantly understood what her mother meant.
"So... we'll treat skinny or ordinary women as 'sick people' or 'Incomplete Products,' and brainwash him into believing that only Voluptuous women like us are 'perfect women'?"
"Exactly. You're so smart, my daughter."
Hye-jeong nodded with satisfaction.
"We'll remodel his brain. Make him unable to get excited unless a woman has substantial flesh like us. So that no matter what woman he sees in the world, he'll find them boring, and in the end, he'll only seek out his Mom and older sister, who possess overwhelming volume."
It wasn't just a simple temptation. It was a permanent taste-modification plan, aiming to subjugate Minho's very masculinity to their body types.
"Wow... That's amazing. Then Minho will be in the palm of our hands for life, won't he?"
Minseo squirmed, feeling aroused just by the thought. Imagining Minho clinging to her, looking at her bursting breasts and firm thighs, saying, "Older sister is the best, older sister's body is the prettiest," sent a tingle through her lower abdomen.
"Of course. No matter how much those foxy bitches outside wag their tails, in Minho's eyes, they'll only look like 'pitiful Flat-chested women'."
Hye-jeong and Minseo looked at each other and giggled. Their laughter was tinged with a sense of triumph and a strong possessiveness over the most perfect toy they were about to acquire.
"Alright, shall we go in? Our son... must be tired of waiting."
Hye-jeong tidied her clothes, putting on the mask of a benevolent mother once more. But the desire hidden beneath that mask was now ready to burst forth like a floodgate.
"Wow...."
Leaving the hospital and returning home, I couldn't close my mouth the moment I opened the front door. Even though I had mentally prepared myself while taking the elevator up from the hospital, the reality unfolding before my eyes was beyond imagination.
The living room floor, as vast as a sports field, was covered in marble, reflecting my face like a mirror. The chandelier, hanging from the impossibly high ceiling, sparkled like pouring starlight. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass window directly ahead, the night view of the Han River unfolded like a panorama, showcasing that this was the pinnacle of Seoul.
"How is it? Our home, it's nice to see it after a long time, isn't it?"
My mother wrapped her arm around my back, asking proudly. I stood there blankly, forgetting even to nod.
(This is a house? Even if I combined the entire Goshiwon building I lived in, it wouldn't be half the size of this living room.)
"Minho, what are you doing? Go to your room and change. Your room on the second floor is just as it was."
My older sister, who had been watching me, pushing me forward as I was engrossed in looking around the vastly different house. I vaguely climbed the spiral staircase to the second floor. The moment I opened the door, I couldn't help but let out another hollow laugh.
"Huh...."
A room? No, this was a suite. A massive bed that looked bigger than a king-size, the latest gaming consoles and a large TV filling an entire wall, and designer clothes packed into the dressing room. Everything was perfect. A space that seemed to embody the romance of a successful man.
I looked around the room, mesmerized, then stopped in front of a painting hanging above the headboard of the bed.
An abstract painting depicting a gray sky trapped within a small square frame. But the moment I saw that painting, an unexpected memory switch flipped in my head.
"The Goshiwon window was exactly like this..."
It was exactly the size of that painting. That tiny window, which leaked when it rained, was moldy and reeked of mildew, proving the rock bottom of my life.
Suddenly, a smell wafted to my nose. Even though my body now smelled of the finest fabric softener, and this room was filled with a subtle diffuser scent.
My brain remembered. The damp humidity of a semi-basement, the smell of instant ramen broth, the stench of sweat-soaked work clothes, and... the terrible smell of poverty.
"Ugh...."
I instinctively covered my nose. It felt as if invisible grime was clinging to my body. The fear that no matter how expensive the clothes I wore or how nice the car I drove, the core 'Kim Minho' inside my shell was still a pathetic pauper.
(I need to wash. I need to wash it off...)
I wanted to erase this terrible Phantom Smell. Perhaps that's why? I rushed into the bathroom as if fleeing.
"The bathroom is ridiculously big too..."
As expected of a chaebol... even the bathroom in the house was ridiculously large. I hastily shed my cumbersome clothes. Shirt, pants, even underwear. Naked, without a single thread left, I stepped into the shower booth and turned on the water.
Swaaaah-!!
Hot water pouring from above drenched my entire body. I lathered myself with soap amidst the thick steam, scrubbing my body vigorously. Hoping that the memories of poverty, that pathetic past, would be washed away.
"Hoo...."
After washing for a long time, my mind seemed to calm down a bit. Looking at myself in the mirror, I made a resolution.
"I am not that Kim Minho... not that pathetic, poor Kim Minho..."
I no longer wanted to remember that impoverished me.
Click.
Just then, the closed bathroom door silently opened.
(Who is it? There's no one who should be here?)
I stopped rinsing the shampoo suds and turned my head. And the moment I identified the 'intruder' who had come through the thick steam, I thought my heart would stop.
"......Uh, Mom?"
Standing there was Shin Hye-jeong, the Mom of this world. But the elegant suit she had been wearing just moments ago was nowhere to be seen, and what she had on her body was... nothing.
"Uh, Mom! Wh-what are you doing coming in while I'm showering?!"
I recoiled in surprise, stumbling backward. The shampoo suds stung my eyes, but what was more stimulating was the perfect naked body of my mother unfolding before me.
Water droplets on her milky skin sparkled like jewels under the light. Her ample breasts, slender waist, and the alluring curves that followed below. It was a fatal sight that a son shouldn't see, no, a sight that would make any man in the world lose his reason the moment he saw it.
"What am I doing? I came to wash. To scrub your back, my son."
"N-no! I'm all grown up, why would you scrub my back! I can do it myself!"
I frantically turned my body, plunging into the massive Whirlpool Bathtub behind me as if escaping. Cheom-beong! The warm water enveloped my body, but the cold sweat running down my spine didn't stop. I tried my best not to look at her, hiding deep in the water.
"Oh my, our Minho. How shy you are."
But she didn't stop. Chal-bak, chal-bak. I heard the sound of her stepping up the bathtub stairs. And soon, the water sloshed, and the water level rose significantly.
"Mom! It's cramped! Please leave!"
"What's cramped? Ten people could fit in here."
She lightly ignored my resistance and cut through the water, approaching me. I instinctively turned my back, unable to face her. Behind my crouched back, the ripples she created surged and touched me.
(This is crazy. What is she really trying to do?)
My heart pounded as if it would burst. It wasn't a small space, but the air in the bathtub seemed to instantly become sticky and heavy. But then.
Cheok.
A warm, soft touch landed on my wet back. It was my mother's hand.
"......Haa."
Her hot breath touched my nape. With hands full of soap suds, she slowly and very meticulously began to rub my broad back.