Chapter 34

Master. I roughly smacked Mom's ass with my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cock while hurriedly opening the community window to start searching. With the keywords [Sex Slave] and [Innate Lewd Bitch].

As expected of a unique trait, [Sex Slave] didn't have many hits, but among the posts from guys who'd conquered heroines with the special trait [Innate Lewd Bitch], there were quite a few lamenting posts that felt eerily similar to my situation with Mom in terms of context and progression. Most of them were full of rants like "She begged me to fuck her, so I did, why the hell did her stats drop?!" Some even mentioned their ranks dropping. Wait, ranks can drop too? Gotta be careful.

I told Mom, "No, you can't do that. Go do something else worthy of praise," and hurriedly wrapped it up. Wait, is this even right? Anyway, gotta solve this curiosity first.

"But Yebin."

"Yes?"

"Why are you still a virgin?"

Mom started explaining in a tone like what's the problem with that? to my questioning remark laced with doubt. Turns out, this world had "test-tube babies"—obviously, my original world had them too. The difference was, back home, they harvested eggs and sperm, fertilized and cultured them, then implanted into the uterus for birth. Here, it seemed like they just needed the genetic data. Plus, while in my original world test-tube babies were for infertile couples after trying naturally, here it was just a normal, everyday thing. Especially for Mom's ridiculously wealthy, ultra-conservative family, where she grew up never allowing Dad so much as a touch.

Yeah, and now here she was, a total perverted slut panting for her son.

"Hmm... I see. But Yebin."

"Yes?"

"Then I'll take your virginity?"

"Yes! Take it right now! Please!"

Mom immediately stripped off the rash guard bottoms she'd just put back on, turned her ass toward me, and spread her pussy wide with both hands.

Nope, not falling for it~ Like the waters of the Eastern Sea~ the peaks of Baekdu~ I calmed my mind by jumping straight into the pool.

...

Mom followed me into the pool, unable to hide her disappointment. Pretending to swim together, I watched her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠subtly unzipping her rash guard and threw out a question that suddenly popped into my head.

"Mom."

"Mmm...?"

"What am I to you?"

That was the start of the doubt.

Isn't the bond between mother and child supposed to begin from the umbilical cord connecting the fetus to the mother's body, sharing nutrients and emotions? But I was just a genetic mix born from a test tube. So what were Mom's feelings toward me? Sure, even if she didn't birth me herself, a foster mother's heart raising a child to the best of her ability wouldn't differ much from a biological mother's, so I could let that slide.

But the real question that arose was whether the current Yebin Choi was treating me as her son.

I'd rarely ever seen Yebin Choi as "Mom" to begin with. Sure, this was my reality now, but I had my original reality before. I won't deny that pre-coin system Yebin Choi fulfilled the mother's role perfectly. But now?

"What do you...?"

"Mom—no, Yebin Choi... forget the titles. Who am I to you?"

How long could this tightrope walk on the edge last? A double life. Mother and son in front of others, something else entirely when alone? Of course, I didn't want to treat her like a pervert in public either. But I needed a clear definition.

"Tell me for sure, right now."

At my firm words, Mom's pupils shook without focus. Floating on the pool surface, we faced each other in silence for a while.

Right now, in Yebin Choi's head—not Mom's—a fierce battle must be raging. Her identity as "Mom," versus the "Sex Slave" identity she'd indulged in with me over the past few months. That epic clash was broadcast live through her trembling pupils and the panic on her small face.

When the silence stretched for dozens of seconds, Mom broke it and spoke.

"I am..."

"..."

I just stared at Mom's beautifully flushed lips, which looked prepped with lipstick even without any.

The massive battle in Yebin Choi's mind seemed to be tilting one way. The panicked expression and wildly shaking pupils gradually steadied.

"Kangmo is..."

Mom's trembling eyes slowed, then refocused sharply. She stared straight at me with those near-perfect eyes.

Then, the victorious Yebin Choi planted her flag and completed the sentence.

"Kangmo is my Master."

In the end, in that brutal fight, the defeated "Mom" Yebin Choi crumbled. What remained before me was no longer "Mom." Just the "Sex Slave" she'd chosen herself.

A torrent of complex emotions surged inside me, but I suppressed them all and said calmly,

"Yeah."

...

"Haang... Chueup... Chueup..."

I brought Yebin, now fully a sex slave, to my room to celebrate with some intense fun. The moment I closed and locked the door, she lunged at me, kissing desperately.

"Chueup... Churup..."

Continuing the kiss, I unzipped her rash guard all the way and peeled it off. Those plump, heaving tits ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stood proud.

Slap!

"Haang!"

How long had I wanted to grope them? Over half the women in this house were F-cups or bigger—way bigger, not even close. I grabbed both of Yebin's massive tits with both hands, unleashing all my pent-up frustration.

"Haaaang!"

Despite my rough, merciless mauling, Yebin cried out in ecstasy. I relentlessly pinched and twisted her pale pink nipples with my fingers. Loving it, she grabbed my wrists with both hands and pulled them harder into her chest.

"Chuuueup..."

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the peak of that beautiful mound. Starting with the left.

"Joooock... Jook..."

"Haang... Master... harder..."

One hand kneaded her enormous I-cup breast like mad, the other mauled that moon-like ass. My mouth stuffed a nipple in, sucking, biting, nibbling.

"Aang! Master! Isn't Yebin delicious?"

"Chueup... Yeah, the tastiest I've ever had... Chueup..."

No lie. Fucking delicious. Her left tit was drenched in my saliva now, so I switched to the right. I even yanked the massive globe up to suckle easier. I pressed my lower body and abs against hers. Left hand shoved middle and index fingers roughly into her mouth; right hand stripped off the remaining rash guard and spanked her ass mercilessly.

Slap!

"Haaaaang!"

Her right tit soaked in my spit, red handprints blooming on that juicy ass—by then, pussy juice leaked from Yebin's slit, trickling down her creamy thighs. I stopped, stripped naked, and dragged her to my bed.

I leaned against the headboard and positioned Yebin in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠front of me, her back to my chest like a nude backhug on the bed. One hand stroked my cock while the other wrapped forward, rubbing her saliva-slick tits wildly as I demanded,

"Finger your pussy till you're satisfied."

"Haaang... Yeees..."

Yebin leaned back further, spread her legs frog-style, and slid her slender middle finger into her hole.

Squelch.

"Haaang! Aang!"

So desperate, she ramped up speed immediately—one hand plunging her pussy, the other rubbing her clit. Lewd juices splattered everywhere on the bed.

"Aang! Master's cock! I wish this was Master's cock! Haaaaang!!"

Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. Stroke.

Her filthy words sped up my jerking. As if matching my rhythm, her fingering accelerated too. Pussy squirt flying wild, precum signaling my edge.

"Yebin! Cumming!"

"Haaaaang!! Cum inside me!!!"

I lunged forward, aiming my cock at her face.

Spurt! Spurt!

Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!

As Yebin climaxed and squirted, I unloaded freely all over her face.