Chapter 23 Text Messages with Mom (Mom, Se-hee, Se-young)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 23 Text Messages with Mom (Mom, Se-hee, Se-young)
Early Saturday morning, the following day.
It was a mysterious hour, a time when the lingering traces of the night had yet to fully fade.
Si-woo had returned from jogging with Se-hee Noona and had just finished showering.
He found Mom in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
She had been preparing the meal with a blank expression, but she seemed to startle when her eyes met Si-woo’s as he stepped out of the changing room.
"S-Si-woo, are you just getting out of the shower now?"
Mom’s voice, feigning normalcy, came through those lovely lips with a tense, awkward edge.
—The same lips that had been filled with Si-woo’s semen.
"Yeah. Mom, did you sleep well? Are you making breakfast?"
In Mom’s voice, which was clearly thick with tension, Si-woo actually found a sense of relief and comfort.
"Hmm... yes, I’m about to. I see you went jogging with Se-hee again today."
Mom spoke to Si-woo again, composed now after clearing her throat.
"Yeah, Se-hee Noona wakes me up. But where’s Se-young?"
Si-woo asked because Se-young, who was usually glued to Mom’s side during breakfast prep, was nowhere to be seen.
"She seems a bit tired from going to the academy with Aunt Seon-ju’s family yesterday. Since it’s the weekend, I figured I’d let her sleep in."
As she spoke, Mom’s gaze wavered, unable to look Si-woo directly in the eye.
"What’s for breakfast today?"
Si-woo tried to strike up more conversation.
"I’m making fried rice today. Ham fried rice."
Her gaze was still unsteady.
"Wow, that sounds delicious, Mom."
Having confirmed Mom’s agitation through that brief, everyday exchange, Si-woo headed up to the second floor.
* * *
Morning.
Si-woo headed back down to the first floor just as the meal was being set.
Only Se-hee Noona and Se-young were sitting at the dining table.
"Huh? Where’s Mom?"
Si-woo asked worriedly, seeing that not even Mom’s utensils were on the table.
"Mom set the table and then went into her room, saying she was tired. She told us to eat together once you came down, Oppa."
Se-young answered her brother’s question.
It seemed Mom had retreated to her room after preparing breakfast only for her children.
Given her reaction earlier, she likely found it uncomfortable to face Si-woo, talk to him, and eat with him right away.
Si-woo finished the fried rice Mom had made and sat on the living room sofa.
Then, he opened his smartphone to secretly check the photos of Mom he had taken yesterday.
With her blindfold removed and her eyes tightly shut, she was holding her mouth open, filled with Si-woo’s semen.
Her entire face was flushed red, as if the blood had rushed to her head.
In the end, she had even been subjected to this.
Even if she had been enjoying it at the time, looking back on it later, it must have been a truly humiliating experience.
To have her clitoris sucked, her buttocks slapped, and to have semen ejaculated into her mouth and swallowed—all by her own biological son, whom she saw every day.
Was Mom confused?
Was she blaming herself for going along with her son’s actions while pretending to be asleep?
Si-woo opened his messaging app and sent a text to Mom.
[Mom, are you sleeping?]
[No.]
Mom’s reply came back instantly.
[Are you okay?]
[Yes.]
[Are you feeling unwell?]
[I said I’m fine!]
Mom seemed irritated by the repeated questions.
[Is it because of what happened yesterday?]
Si-woo asked her directly.
[Why do you keep talking to me?]
Mom was avoiding the question.
[Because I’m worried.]
Si-woo was actually quite worried about her, and he wanted to know her true feelings.
Mom went silent again.
After a long wait, a text from Mom finally arrived for the waiting Si-woo.
[I’m just a little embarrassed.]
It was the first time Mom had expressed her feelings in writing.
[Why?]
[I don’t know. -_-^]
Mom used an annoyed emoticon.
[Mom.]
Si-woo called out to her again.
[What?]
Mom replied again.
[You’re cute.]
Si-woo had found Mom’s reactions cute for a while now.
[Don’t tease me.]
Mom was feeling shy.
[You were cute when you were sleeping yesterday, too.]
Si-woo teased her playfully.
[Do you want to get in trouble?]
Mom flared up cutely.
[Like how I punished you, Mom?]
Si-woo teased her again.
[Ugh!]
It was a chatting style that seemed to be Mom’s habit when she was cornered or trying to scold someone.
[Haha, see? I told you you’re really cute, Mom.]
Si-woo was now sincerely starting to think of Mom as cute, in the way one thinks of a woman.
[Sigh... where on earth did you learn to do things like that?]
Mom sent a message that sounded like a lament.
[You were really determined to embarrass me to death yesterday, weren't you?]
Mom followed up by openly talking about the events of last night.
[I liked it, but did it make you feel bad, Mom?]
Si-woo asked with concern.
[No, it’s not that it made me feel bad, but...]
She trailed off.
[Then what?]
[Anyway, I don’t know!!!]
She seemed overwhelmed with shame.
[Haha. Mom, come out to the living room for a bit.]
Now that Si-woo knew how Mom felt and thought the atmosphere had loosened up, he called her out to the living room.
[Why?]
Mom asked, flustered.
[I want to talk to you while looking at your face.]
Si-woo wanted to have a direct conversation.
[No.]
Mom was still too shy.
[Why?]
[After saying all these things, if I see your face right now...]
Mom sent the message without finishing the sentence.
[If you see my face?]
Si-woo pressed for an answer.
[I feel like I’ll literally die of embarrassment.]
That was her honest heart.
[I’m fine even if you act like usual.]
He was telling her it was okay to act out their normal daily lives.
[Anyway, just give me some time.]
Mom’s request.
[Okay, then I’ll wait.]
[Okay, thank you.]
That was Mom’s final text.
The chat with Mom ended there, and Si-woo spent the entire morning lounging on the living room sofa, which had a direct view of the master bedroom.
Mom came out of the room exactly once to use the bathroom. When she saw Si-woo talking to Se-young on the sofa, her face instantly turned red, and she hung her head low.
All the way to and from the bathroom, she could feel Si-woo’s gaze, yet she couldn't meet his eyes once, keeping her head bowed toward the floor.
Inside that room was his beautiful mother.
Having received permission from the very son involved, she was spending time in agony and anguish to redefine their relationship...
It was as if a lustful, heat-stricken female mother was undergoing a metamorphosis to accept her male son as her true mate...
Through the closed door between the master bedroom and the living room, Si-woo could feel his dominant control and influence steadily growing within the newly established master-slave relationship with his mother.
* * *
Morning.
Se-young was excitedly telling Si-woo about the magic academy she had visited yesterday with her Aunt and Su-a.
"I like astrology magic and hypnosis magic! Su-a said she likes illusion magic~ Hehe."
Listening to Se-young, it seemed that magic was quite subdivided into different types.
The academy Se-young was attending didn't just train professional magicians; it also seemed to run magic education programs in connection with hospitals to help with psychological therapy and counseling.
The classes Se-young was set to take were part of that therapy counseling education program.
It was apparently quite large and sponsored by corporations; Si-woo had seen it on the covers of local advertising flyers before, so it wasn't unfamiliar to him.
'As long as it’s entertaining, pretending to be seriously fooled has long since become a virtue and etiquette accepted in human society. Even if it’s a scam, as long as you have professionalism and can draw interest, a way to make a living will open up, no matter what it is.'
—A copycat phrase that left only an immoral impression and was entirely forgettable.
The academy also had well-established support programs for scholarships, study abroad information, and entertainment management, so many people dreaming of becoming professional magicians or celebrities seemed to enroll there.
Se-young and Su-a had faithfully inherited the talents of their mother’s side, possessing faces that were "good enough to be used as tools of the trade," as someone once put it.
If Se-young and Su-a dreamed of becoming magical girls, Si-woo felt he could sincerely support and cheer them on.
"Teacher Yoo Ye-na was there too~ Hehehe."
At Se-young’s school, a magic class had been established as one of the after-school programs since last spring.
During the autumn talent show, there had been a joint performance by the magic class teacher and the students. The name of the magic teacher in charge of the stage back then was Yoo Ye-na.
Se-young and Su-a had both applied for the magic class as an after-school program this semester, but unfortunately, they couldn't get in because it was full.
It was said that Teacher Yoo Ye-na was also the director of that magic academy.
Even if it wasn't for Se-young’s hospital matters, she was someone their paths might have crossed with eventually.
Se-young seemed to feel a strong sense of affinity toward Teacher Yoo Ye-na.
* * *
Around 11 o'clock, Mom came out of the master bedroom to prepare lunch.
As soon as Mom appeared, Se-young ran over, wrapped her arms around Mom’s waist, and rubbed her face against Mom’s breasts.
"I was waiting for you in the living room with Oppa, Mom."
Se-young spoke to Mom in a pampered tone.
Mom glanced briefly at Si-woo. She still looked awkward, but she seemed much more composed than before.
Si-woo also approached Mom and spoke.
"Are you feeling better now, Mom?"
"Yes. I have to get lunch ready."
Mom answered, still appearing shy.
Si-woo glanced briefly at Se-young, then reached out and stroked Mom’s hair right in front of her.
—Just as he had done for Mom last night, when she had been seized by a fit of coughing after swallowing Si-woo’s semen.
For a moment, Mom stood still, accepting Si-woo’s touch.
He could feel a slight tremor coming from her.
A moment later, Mom turned to Se-young, who was looking back and forth between her brother and mother with a puzzled expression, and said with a flushed face:
"I need to get lunch ready. Se-young, can you help me?"
Mom seemed to be preparing potato salad, sandwiches, rice balls, and tomato spaghetti.