Chapter 13: Broken Resolve (Mom, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 13: Broken Resolve (Mom, Se-young)
Si-woo woke up early in the morning.
Despite his troubled mind, his body felt strangely refreshed.
Last night, after a bout of intense masturbation with Se-hee Noona’s panties, he had tossed the laundry into the machine feeling utterly exhausted. He had trembled with guilt, yet felt a simultaneous sense of relief.
If he had stayed in Se-young’s room, there was no telling what he might have done. The relief came from the fact that he hadn't crossed that final line.
Si-woo cherished Se-young.
She was his adorable, lovely younger sister, with a thirty-year age gap between them. With her gentle personality, she had followed Si-woo around since she was a child. Perhaps because she grew up receiving so much love from the entire family, she was always bright and innocent. Even Se-hee Noona, who was notorious for her "strong against the weak, weak against the strong" attitude, seemed to make a special exception for Se-young.
Si-woo truly adored her.
If the house were on fire and he could only save one family member, it would undoubtedly be Se-young. That was how much he cherished her as his sister.
It was because of that affection that he had been able to rush out of her room last night—even while harboring intense lust for his defenseless, sleeping sister. It was an act of will that bordered on a miracle.
He had protected his relationship with his sister. He could keep it going.
Si-woo stepped into the shower to wash away the filth from his body. Throughout the shower, he made a silent penance, vowing never to harbor such lust for Se-young again.
He remembered how he had bolted out of her room in such a frenzy that he hadn't even covered her with a blanket. After finishing his shower, he walked through the dark living room toward Se-young’s room.
There she was, curled up and sleeping peacefully. The girl who had been violently shaking his heart just moments ago was no longer in that room. There was only his lovely younger sister, Se-young.
Si-woo felt a wave of relief once more.
He gently picked up the blanket that had been pushed aside and covered her. After watching her for a while, he quietly left the room.
As he made his way back to his own room through the dim living room, he noticed a sliver of light leaking through the cracked door of the master bedroom.
A heavy sense of dissonance washed over him. He could hear a faint, rhythmic sound, like a stifled moan.
He approached the master bedroom and peered through the gap in the door.
There was Mom, lying in the same position she had been in when she was nursing Se-young, bathed in the bright glow of the ceiling light. A blindfold blocked the light from her eyes, and her mouth was hanging open, gasping with a seductive, carnal energy.
Her lilac silk robe was pulled open at the chest, facing the door where Si-woo stood. One hand was shoved inside her panties, rubbing herself with frantic, nervous movements.
In her other hand, she held Se-hee Noona’s panties.
The very same black panties that Si-woo had drenched with a massive amount of semen just a short while ago.
Si-woo’s heart began to thud wildly, and heat surged through him once again.
Why is Mom doing this?
He was confused. He couldn't process the situation in his head. All he could do was become aroused at the sight of his mother’s body, radiating such raw, erotic desire.
Si-woo pulled out his massive cock and gripped it with both hands. He began to masturbate, his hands sliding up and down the length of it.
Mom’s luscious breasts... her elegant, heavy hips... they trembled and buckled in sync with her twisting movements.
As he watched her and stroked himself, the urge to ejaculate rushed over him. His guilt had long since vanished. He wavered several times, wondering if he should just come right there on his mother’s breasts.
Then, he thought of the sleeping Se-young.
The resolve he had made earlier crumbled far too easily. But even as he had made that vow, Si-woo knew—he knew that one day, he would eventually do the thing he had been trying to avoid.
Si-woo pulled up his pants and cautiously returned to Se-young’s room.
Se-young was still sleeping soundly, oblivious to everything.
Si-woo lowered his pants and brought the heavy head of his genitals toward Se-young’s face. He wrapped his hand around the thick shaft—so large he couldn't even fully encircle it—and began to stroke it carelessly.
He pictured the scene of Se-young sucking on Mom’s breast. Those lips that had been clamped around Mom’s nipple were right before his eyes.
As his glans swung back and forth, it brushed against Se-young’s lips.
Si-woo was right on the edge. The electric jolt of his cock brushing her lips shot up his spine and straight to his brain like a shockwave.
In an instant, Si-woo’s semen exploded.
The erupting fluid coated Se-young’s face. Her eyes, her cheeks, her nose, her mouth—Si-woo panted heavily as he watched. Right in front of him was Se-young’s face, covered in the milky-white fluid from his own body.
Si-woo placed his finger on Se-young’s lips, gathering the semen nearby and gently spreading it in a circular motion. It was as if he were performing a ritual to fully accept his sexual guilt.
* * *
Recalling the memory of the previous night made Si-woo’s body flush with heat. It was a complex mix of emotions—shock, pride, embarrassment, and distress.
He got up and headed down to the first-floor bathroom. Usually, he used the one on the second floor. He had gone downstairs because he wanted to check for any traces of last night’s surreal events.
He entered the changing room that doubled as a laundry area in front of the bathroom. He opened the lid of the washing machine.
The laundry was already mid-cycle.
The evidence that would have clearly reminded him of last night had already been handled by Mom.
He felt a pang of regret, but also a thrill of excitement. He imagined Mom, her body still soaked in the lingering heat of her climax, cleaning up after him all by herself.
After a quick wash, he walked into the living room to find Mom and Se-young in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Seeing Mom’s body immediately brought back the image of her on the master bedroom bed, blindfolded and writhing as she inhaled the scent of his semen.
"Si-woo, you're up early today."
Mom greeted him with a smile. Her voice and attitude were no different than usual.
She surely knew that Si-woo had masturbated with Se-hee Noona’s panties after seeing her exposed breasts...
Si-woo was now certain that Mom had been awake even when he flicked her nipple. Thinking back, almost no one would stay asleep after being struck in such a sensitive spot with that much force. If someone were to wake up from such a shock, the natural reaction would be to instinctively cover the sensitive area and sit up.
That slight flinch, as if she were trying to suppress her body’s movements...
What Mom had shown him was the clumsy acting of someone trying not to get caught being awake. Si-woo finally realized and confirmed the suspicious truth he had only vaguely sensed before.
And now, that same mother was acting like her usual self again, as if nothing had happened.
If Mom knew that Si-woo knew... how would that smiling face of hers contort?
The thought gave Si-woo a strange, tingly sensation.
"Yeah, I think I slept well because I really loosened up my body before bed."
Si-woo spoke to Mom, intentionally using words that hinted at his masturbation. He wanted to see her flustered reaction.
"Did you exercise before sleeping?" Mom asked calmly.
Had she not noticed, or was she just feigning ignorance?
Spurred by her nonchalant reaction, Si-woo decided to push a bit further.
"No, not exercise... But Mom, you slept soundly after doing that last night too, right?"
"Wh-what?"
For a split second, Mom’s eyebrows twitched, and a look of panic flashed across her face. It was a momentary expression that no one else could have read, but Si-woo caught its meaning perfectly.
It was only for an instant, but the fact that a secret, shared sensation had sparked between them gave Si-woo a strange sense of dominant achievement.
"I mean, after I moved Se-young to her room. You slept well after that, right?" Si-woo added, acting as if he hadn't meant anything else.
"Ah... oh... right. Thanks to you, Si-woo, I think I slept very well after that."
Mom seemed slightly uneasy and suspicious, yet she appeared to believe that Si-woo couldn't possibly know about what happened late last night.
"I'm making zucchini stew today! But maybe Oppa won't like this kind of thing? Still, you have to eat a balanced diet! Hehe."
Se-young chimed in with her usual bright smile. With that same fair face that had been covered in Si-woo’s semen just hours ago... with those vibrant, crimson lips that he had rubbed his semen onto... she was chattering away happily.
"Yeah, I'll enjoy whatever Se-young makes for me," Si-woo said, as if making a new kind of vow.
He then looked back and forth between the mother and daughter with a friendly gaze.