Chapter 8
Chapter 8
"Refusal? Minho just stayed still. I was the one who held back."
"You held back? Mom?"
"Yes. With our Minseo stomping her feet impatiently outside, waiting like this, how could I, as her mother, enjoy something good all by myself?"
Hye-jeong approached, stroked Minseo's cheek, and continued in a gentle voice.
"Originally, a parent only feels full after seeing their child eat something delicious first. Last night, I was a bit greedy... so today, I should yield to our daughter. Don't you think?"
"Oh, Mom...."
Minseo's eyes reddened slightly. She had been blinded by desire and doubted her mother, but her mother had been so considerate with such deep intentions. Indeed, a mother's love was great.
"Thank you.... Tonight, I'll definitely do your share too, Mom."
"Yes, yes. Make sure to cook the eel tail thoroughly."
Hye-jeong patted her touched daughter's shoulder and then turned back to the refrigerator. But the moment Minseo refocused on cooking, the gentle smile on Hye-jeong's lips instantly transformed into a sly and cunning one.
(Why should I rush to eat now, in an uncomfortable bathroom?)
Hye-jeong opened the refrigerator door, calculating in her head. Minseo was an office worker who went to work, but she herself was a full-time housewife... Weekday daytime hours, when Minseo was absent, were entirely Hye-jeong's. Those golden hours when she could wake up a languid Minho on a sunny afternoon, feed him brunch, and then, with that energy, pull him back into bed to enjoy him slowly and thoroughly.
(No need to rush and get indigestion now! When the sun rises tomorrow, I'll have a perfectly fresh Minho all to myself!)
Hye-jeong took out the Bokbunja Wine from the refrigerator and winked towards Minseo's back.
"Alright, I've taken this out too. Let's set the table so Minho can eat as soon as he comes out!"
"Okay! Got it!"
Unaware of Hye-jeong's true intentions, Minseo was simply excited, plating the eel. The daughter dreaming of being the queen of the night, and the mother who had already decided to be the ruler of the day. The dishes of the two women, dreaming Different Dreams, Same Bed, were being lavishly set on the table.
"Just you wait, Kim Minho. Your noona will make sure you can't even pick up your bones today..."
Minseo prepared the finest eel, licking her lips towards the bathroom as if savoring the taste.
"Hoo...."
When I closed the bathroom door and came out, the cool air cooled my flushed body. Thanks to that precarious 'bath service' with my mother, my body was perfectly clean, but conversely, my mind was in a hazy, relaxed state.
"Calm down, little guy. Time to eat now."
I patted my lower body, which still seemed to be twitching with lingering desire, and entered the dressing room. The closet, filling an entire wall, was packed with luxury clothes, tags still attached. I chose the most comfortable-looking loungewear among them. The feel of the finest cotton against my skin was like cotton candy.
"Wow.... I really made it, Kim Minho."
I changed my clothes and looked around the room. A top-spec gaming PC connected to three latest-model curved monitors, a display cabinet filled with figures covering one wall, and a bed that looked softer than a hotel's. It was a space that concentrated every man's dream, something unimaginable in a Goshiwon cubicle.
"This is my room.... I'd be happy just staying here forever and playing games."
It was then, as I threw myself onto the bed, basking in happiness.
"Minho~! Let's eat!"
My noona's voice came from outside the door. It was a sweet, honey-dripping tone, completely different from the angry voice she had used in the hospital room earlier.
"Yes, I'm coming out!"
I sprang up from the bed and opened the door. A delicious smell pricked my nose. My stomach rumbled loudly. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember having a proper meal other than hospital food.
As I went down the spiral staircase to the first floor, a bright light and savory aroma wafted from the kitchen.
"Oh my, our son has showered and come out? My, he's so fair-skinned."
My mother, who was setting the table, smiled brightly as soon as she saw me. She had already taken off her alluring gown and changed into a neat yet body-revealing apron.
However, my gaze couldn't help but be drawn to the table, not my mother's apron.
"......Huk."
My jaw dropped. This wasn't just dinner. It was like a king's royal meal, no, even the Dragon King wouldn't be treated this well if he came to land.
In the center of the table, a mountain of steaming grilled eel was piled high, and next to it, fresh oysters were beautifully plated on ice. And that wasn't all. There was Samgyetang emitting a strong herbal medicine scent, Butter-grilled Abalone, and even Beaten Octopus Dish....
"Is this... all for dinner tonight?"
I asked, unable to believe it. It was far too much for three people to eat.
"Of course. It's our Minho's discharge celebration party. You need to eat a lot and regain your strength."
My noona came up behind me, pulled out a chair, and whispered.
"Especially the eel, don't leave any. Noona specially saved the tail for you, Minho."
"Eat a lot of oysters too. They say it's good for men... no, for your skin."
My mother placed a spoon and chopsticks in front of me with a meaningful smile.
Gulp.
I involuntarily heard a loud gulp as saliva went down my throat. My stomach, which had been surviving on delivery food and convenience store lunchboxes, began to churn at the sight of the feast before me.
"I'll eat well! Wow, this is really amazing!"
At my innocent exclamation, my mother and noona, sitting opposite me, exchanged glances and grinned. It was the pleased yet... lewd smile of breeders fattening up their prey in a pen.
"Burp-."
I involuntarily burped. Two eel tails, a bowl of Samgyetang, and even three glasses of Yagwanmunju that my mother had forced me to drink, calling it 'medicine.' My stomach had never experienced such a luxurious meal in my entire 22 years of life.
"I ate well! I feel like my stomach is going to burst."
"Yes, yes. You're so adorable when you eat well. Go digest a bit and rest."
My mother and noona didn't let go of physical contact even while clearing the empty dishes, wiping sauce from the corner of my mouth with their fingers, but I was simply grinning, intoxicated by my full stomach.
I patted my full belly and staggered up to my room on the second floor.
"Hoo-ah...."
As soon as I entered the room, I plopped down on the bed. But something was strange. Normally, being full would make me sleepy, but instead of feeling drowsy, a hot sensation surged up from deep within my lower abdomen.
'What is this? Did I turn the boiler up too high? Why is it so hot?'
My face was flushed, and my heart pounded. Especially, whether it was the effect of the Yagwanmunju my mother had personally prepared, or the power of the eel tail, I felt a heavy tug in my lower body.
"Hmm... it'll probably subside if I walk around a bit."
I forced myself up and paced around the room. Then, suddenly, my eyes fell upon the display cabinet on one wall that I had only casually glanced at earlier.
Gleaming plastic models and figures beyond the glass door. And these weren't just common plastic models sold at supermarkets.
The highest-grade series of PG(Perfect Grade) Grade, Metal Build Series, and even limited edition clear versions.... A lineup that would make any plastic model enthusiast's eyes pop was on display.
"Wow... this is crazy. Kim Minho of this world, just who are you...."
I approached the display cabinet as if possessed. Each item was a high-priced product that would have required me to empty my entire previous life's salary to buy. But among them, a colossal machine occupying the highest, most prominent spot stole my gaze.
"......Heok!"
For a moment, I thought my breath would stop. It was far too large to be called a plastic model. It was like not a plastic model, but a massive fortress, the dream of all mecha enthusiasts. Its magnificent and overwhelming form shone white under the lights.
"Why is this expensive thing in my room?"
Because it was incredibly huge and expensive, in my previous life, even if I wanted to buy it, I had no space to put it (and no money), so I could only suck my thumb and find vicarious satisfaction through internet review videos of this legendary machine.
"It's insane... truly insane!"
I opened the display cabinet door with trembling hands. The glass door smoothly opened, revealing the magnificent presence of the plastic model before my eyes.
"This isn't a dream. This is reality...!"
I carefully stroked the figure. The cold yet smooth texture of the plastic. It wasn't just a toy. It was a trophy of a successful man, and another reward this world was giving me.
(I'm happy. I'm so happy I feel like I could die!)
I stood mesmerized before the figure I had only seen in my dreams. But unlike my mind, which was steeped in emotion, my body couldn't control itself due to the explosive energy from the nourishing foods I had just eaten.
A burning heat enveloped my entire body, and the 'thing' between my legs began to raise its head, as if competing with the large size of the figure.