Chapter 15

Gajii and cucumber—today, I finished another sweaty jog with Mom. Just like last time, I startled her in the laundry room and followed her straight into the shower, earning the same [Wet T-Shirt Contest] coin. Everything was going as expected up to that point.

But before hopping into the shower in the bathroom, I paused to admire my transformed body. Whether it was the effect of my upgraded physique or I just hadn't closed the door properly, there was a gap, and that's when I heard a strange sound.

—Sniff.

Peeking through the crack, I saw Mom clutching my underwear and sniffing it.

Whoa. So Mom does stuff like this... Looks like an event's about to kick off?

She sniffed it a few more times before tossing my underwear back into the laundry basket and starting the wash cycle.

......

After showering and getting dressed, I emerged all fresh and fluffy. In the living room, Mom and Lea were chatting.

"...No, I don't really want to go."

"Alright then, stay home and relax, sweetie."

What were they planning to do together?

"Why? What's up?"

I chimed in out of curiosity, and Mom glanced at me with an answer.

"Oh, I decided to head out to the Weekend Farm starting today. Thought I'd bring anyone who wants to come along. But both my girls say no?"

Weekend Farm? Felt like something fun was about to happen.

"I'll go."

"Make sure to buckle up."

"Got it."

As Mom fastened her seatbelt, it crossed between her breasts, accentuating that massive chest. I wanted to touch them just once. Why don't I remember being a newborn? Not that it'd matter if I did.

The drive to the Weekend Farm was quiet. Mom tried starting conversations, but I was too busy staring at her breasts to give more than half-hearted replies. Call me a degenerate son if you want—it's her fault for being so damn sexy.

Progress with Mom was stagnant, but I needed to boost her Openness and Self-Control somehow. Watching Haena unhinged by exposure mania or Lea's carefree vulnerability made Mom's conservative outfit feel suffocating. Not that clothes could hide those breasts and hips anyway.

......

I figured a Weekend Farm meant some numbered plot in a big field where you plant veggies. Wrong. Mom drove through a gate marked [Private Property. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠No Trespassing.] into a massive estate and parked. Right, our family was loaded. In one corner of the vast plot stood a sign: [Yebin Choi Farm].

Seriously? This huge land, and that's her farm? The whole estate looked like thousands of pyeong, but her section was maybe 5 pyeong, crudely marked off. Makes sense for a hobby farm, not serious agriculture.

Following Mom's instructions, I grabbed fertilizer and tools from the shed nearby and started basic prep. I had no clue about the details—just spreading fertilizer and tilling soil, I guess.

"Whew... Is this right?"

I poked at the dirt with the hoe, unsure. Mom approached, watching me.

"Son, not like that. Here, let Mom show you."

She took the hoe and demonstrated.

—Jiggle. Jiggle.

Even through her stuffy clothes, her breasts swayed faintly. Where'd a rich housewife learn this?

"Like this?"

I took it back and tried, but failed. Mom came behind me, grabbing my arms to guide.

Her massive breasts pressed into my back, her heartbeat thumping against me.

—Thump. Thump.

Her breath tickled my ear.

"Like this. Swing it this way."

Ah... She pulled away after the demo, leaving me wanting more.

"So, what're we planting here?"

"Hmm... Cucumbers first? Maybe others if we can."

Cucumbers, huh? Sounds delicious. Heh heh heh. Truth is, I've got something tastier than cucumbers in my pants. Can't show her yet, though.

"What about eggplant? That'd be good too."

"Eggplant? You want to grow eggplant, son? Sure, let's do it."

Whew. Eggplant's still a stretch. Guess I need to buy Giga Root Owner from the Shop. Lea's about to hit E-rank soon anyway—then I can show her my... eggplant.

We worked the farm together for a while.

......

"Phew..."

Seemed like we'd done enough for today. Mom wiped sweat with her sleeve.

"Good work today, son. Let's pack up and head home."

"Okay."

We stowed the fertilizer bags and tools back in the shed when a notification popped up.

Ooh, unexpected harvest. It's a common coin, but raising Submissiveness is nice. And with my stats climbing lately, even jogging rarely gives stamina anymore—this delivers.

I tagged along blindly expecting something new, but it wasn't bad. Got to ogle Mom's seatbelt cleavage, feel those breasts pressing in. Plus coins and max stamina. And beyond conquest, farming felt ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠satisfying. Definitely adding this to my weekend routine. All-in on Mom weekends?

We finished up and were about to get back in the car ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when Mom stopped me.

"Son, hold on!"

"Yeah?"

"Your butt's covered in dirt. Can't have you like that."

She came over and patted my ass clean.

Pat pat pat.

"There, now let's go."

Another notification.

Butt Pat Pat? Guess patting asses drops it. Profitable anyway. Gotta get more dirt on my butt from now on. New trait: Gumiho. Liver-stealing fox spirit? Seduce first for female top? Nah, not my thing—scary, like porn with eye-gouging whips... self-denial control... Too extreme. Hate that. Anyway, check the manual at home.

On the drive back, I kept eyeing Mom's breasts. Never gets old.

......

"Aha."

Reading the manual properly, my wild fantasies were off—Femdom and Masochist are separate. Gumiho just makes her more aggressive and proactive. Desperately sucking out my essence... Mom on top, those huge breasts jiggling as she rides... I'd die happy. Cowgirl death? Whatever, this coin system's names are filthy.

Dominance sounds like she'll dominate you, but it's "how much she obsesses over me." Gumiho screams scary commands, but it's basically Lea at full lust. Never seen her maxed, but half-full had her responding eagerly—full throttle like that?

Tonight, as always, Haena stood by the window bathed in moonlight. This routine's now our "tacit agreement."

Im Haena, you slut. Stagnant at FF-rank despite investment, then one upgrade cracks traits and she's trait-obsessed. Her outfit's super revealing thanks to Exposure Mania—way beyond her current Openness and Self-Control.

Still, need to pump her Dominance and Submissiveness. What if she flashes some other guy? Never. Exposure only for me.

Enjoying her display, Haena suddenly pinched her stomach.

"Hmm... Gained a bit?"

Pinch what? If that's fat, steamed buns ain't fat.

"Nah, you're not fat at all."

I'd slimmed down nicely from cardio—not ripped, but lean. Seeing her perfect body with zero effort pissed me off, so I broke our "pretend not to notice" rule.

She turned gracefully, smiling softly.

"Pfft."

And damn, her laugh's gorgeous too.