Chapter 247
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 247
Chapter Title: Mom's Flushed Reaction
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"…Really? You really didn’t know about this, Mom?"
I leaned in close to Mom, peering right into her face, and her cheeks flushed bright red as she stumbled back a step.
She bit her lower lip slightly and forced out the words with effort.
"…Ugh, son. That’s… …there, there were circumstances, you see…."
Mom glanced furtively at our youngest sister.
What kind of circumstances could there possibly be?
Something so serious that Mom wouldn’t even see her own son?
Wasn’t it too much just to kick me out of the house because she hated men and I’d gone through puberty early, making a few “little mistakes,” and then never show her face again after that?
"……."
"……."
I let the chilly silence hang heavy in the air, while Mom, her face still flushed, fidgeted nervously, stealing glances at me.
And our youngest sister, caught in the middle, was fidgeting just as much.
I hadn’t expected the mood to cool off like this.
I knew we wouldn’t be laughing and chatting away, but since we were family, I figured things would warm up eventually.
Even if it looked bad on the surface, I’d healed our youngest sister with a potion… and if the mood improved, I could always use Salvation on her and all the women in our family once each.
That would wipe away all those minor scrapes anyone might get in life, along with tiny invisible scars.
Sure, I’d have to hole up somewhere safe (the Tower) during the cooldown for some rest and recovery…
But passing the time having sex with the pussy slaves in the Tower didn’t seem like such a long wait after all.
"…For now, let’s just eat together. …I made sure no one else is home in case you’d feel uncomfortable. It’s just us three. I even sent your fourth sister out for a bit, since she hates going outside."
"I’m fine eating with everyone. You don’t have to do that next time. It doesn’t bother me."
"…R-right."
Mom’s face was still red.
Ever since I’d leaned in close earlier, it stayed flushed, and she seemed to be breathing a little quicker, almost excited.
Why…?
‘This is the classic look of a female drawn to me…? No way, just because I’ve gotten handsome?’
Even so, Mom falling for me? Why?
After keeping me at such a distance all this time?
No, didn’t our mom have a phobia of men?
…Or did she?
‘…No, she does. Mom always found men uncomfortable. …So why’s she reacting like that to me now? She’s not the type to act this way just because my looks changed.’
A fragment of an old memory suddenly flashed through my mind.
The time I got caught masturbating for the first time by Mom…
She’d freaked out, calling it dirty and disgusting… but looking back, that expression was awfully similar to this excited female one.
Like she was deliberately blowing up in anger to hide her own arousal and lust…
‘…No way, even back then…? Has she been giving me these bitch-in-heat looks all along…?’
Memories from the past resurfaced.
Before my body started producing semen, I was still treated like family, more or less.
Like a family member with a slight disability… no, more like someone bearing original sin.
Second-class citizen? Second-tier family member? Just because I had a dick instead of a pussy like Mom, my sisters, or our other sister…
I was treated like a second-class family member because of that original sin of having a cock, but I was still family.
But once I became a true “man,” the discrimination ramped up big time.
I’d turned into the kind of “man” that Mom, with her phobia, despised.
‘Yeah, I remember now. Back when I jerked off thinking about the family. It wasn’t just because the women in our house are so damn hot. There was revenge too. I wanted payback against the women who treated me like livestock and discriminated against me. I hated that shitty feeling of being treated like a slave and ostracized.’
What was it…?
A mix of love and hate?
Going through early puberty while receiving both affection and loathing at once must’ve led to my petty revenge and those pervert acts getting exposed, getting me kicked out of the house.
Something tangled and broken.
Unhealthy, twisted emotions always swirled around our family,
and as I grew, they exploded, leading to everything falling apart like that.
‘Thinking back carefully… has Mom seen me as a man since I was little? As a sexual object, a lover maybe?’
Maybe Mom made the smart choice?
She thoroughly isolated me, now a grown man, from the women in our family.
Except when our frail, friendless little cutie whined, “I wanna see Oppa!” and she allowed visits to check on our youngest sister…
"…Is the food to your taste? I heard you were coming after so long, so instead of the housekeeper, I cooked it myself to show off my skills…. It’s been ages, so I wasn’t sure if it’d suit you…."
We gathered quietly at one end of the massive dining table, the kind old Western nobles might’ve used—long and imposing.
"……."
As I stayed silent, our youngest sister tried to lighten the mood with an awkward smile.
"…Ah, aha, no wonder… It’s Mom’s cooking, huh? No wonder it’s so delicious. Our mom’s an amazing cook too, right, Oppa?"
"……."
"…O-Oppa?"
"…Yeah. It’s good."
I didn’t want to be cold to our youngest sister, who was starting to tear up in panic, so I gave a half-hearted reply to play along.
Maybe because she was desperately trying to create a reconciliatory vibe with tears?
By the end of the meal, the atmosphere had warmed up a bit.
‘Ah, fuck. What a pathetic way to act. This isn’t why I came. I’m still just a kid after all.’
I’d just come to fuck Mom.
Guess my childish grudge and sulking hadn’t fully worn off yet.
I decided it was time to make my move on Mom.
I had to be cautious using Suggestion in the real world.
Lately, there were all sorts of magical items and artifacts floating around.
Mental protection gear especially had become a must-have for the rich… so caution was key.
If Mom had something like that blocking Suggestion and I forced myself on her anyway, I could end up committing a real sex crime.
Get my dick in serious trouble.
‘Hmm… First, thoroughly check Mom for any items or artifacts…. Oh, wait. Even if I’m sure she doesn’t have any, that’s not enough…. What if Big Sis or Second Sis has some healing item? Like that Tibetan Level 50 monk blacksmith’s Bell of Vajra that purifies all evil and restores normality. If there’s anything like that….’
That’s why I was so damn careful with aphrodisiac/drug semen and Suggestion skills in reality.
If I used them carelessly and got caught—Suggestion breaking somehow—my life would be fucked.
In the real world, I only used it weakly on people I was sure wouldn’t rat me out.
Like Ji-min and our youngest sister.
Even if it wore off, I could cover for those two.
Or it was so mild it wouldn’t change much anyway.
Ji-min would fuck me like crazy even without aphrodisiac/drug semen or Suggestion—she loves it that much.
And our youngest sister now really clicked with me, to the point of whispering true love lately…
Of course, if it wore off on her, she might bitch about not seeing other girls… or cry and rage about brainwashing her own family sister…
But if I groveled, dogeza-style, begging forgiveness and promising anything she wanted, she’d probably forgive me.
Because her love for me wasn’t fake— not forced by violence or skills.
‘The hospital patients, nurses, doctors, rich older ladies I fucked in reality—they all hooked up because I’m tall, young, handsome, great body, big dick, and fuck well. Never used aphrodisiac/drug dick or Suggestion on them.’
I agonized over using it plenty, but they spread their pussies wide without it, so no need to risk it.
Anyone else would’ve done the same.
‘Confirm Mom has no artifacts, cast Suggestion, fuck her… addict her to aphrodisiac/drug semen… and keep her away from my sisters. They can’t notice her change—they’d get suspicious and hunt down healers. Isolate Mom from the sisters, make her quit her job naturally, then she can just be a dutiful housewife pussy slave in my dick house.’
This body of mine.
Borderline intellectual disability or not, when it comes to fucking women, I get endlessly sharp.
A man who overloads his brain to 1000% for sex with women.
That’s me.
‘Best plan: take Mom to my one-room. Second best: slip into her master bedroom together….’
I was racking my brains when, after dessert, Mom called me alone to her bedroom.
"Seung-hye, sweetie. Could you step out like your other sisters for a bit?"
"…Huh? …W-why?"
"Mom needs to talk privately with your brother. Just for today… Can you yield to me?"
"Uh… th-that… why…. What’s the reason…?"
Our youngest sister shot Mom a suspicious, wary look… but Mom stared steadily back at her and said curtly,
"…You two… did it, didn’t you?"
"……!!! "
"Seung-hye, you broke it first. The agreement…."
"……."
After that, our youngest sister shut her mouth and left the house without another word, as if complying with Mom’s not-quite-request.
Once she confirmed our youngest sister was fully gone, Mom beckoned me toward the master bedroom.
Mom’s face, as she walked ahead to the bedroom, was even redder than before, her breathing noticeably ragged.