Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Family Has to Fuck Family
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A mashed-up, messy hot dog came pulling out.
.
Plop.
Thrown it onto the passenger seat.
A fishy, sweet smell permeated the inside of the car.
"Haa... haa."
Liberation.
Even so, it wasn't the end.
"Ah. Aah... "
There was still some left.
Fried crumbs stuck between the folds of the inner walls.
Sauce that had flowed deep inside.
They persistently stimulated the wounded mucous membrane.
"It stings... it tickles."
So-hee unconsciously reached a hand between her legs.
She had to scrape it out.
She plunged one finger deep inside.
Scrabble.
"Hn?!"
She'd expected pain.
But the inner walls, steeped in sugar, were already numb.
The stinging ache climbed up her spine before morphing into pleasure.
Squish. Scrape.
"Ah. Aang! Why... why does it feel so good... "
Every time she moved her finger, the half-melted sugar grains scraped her G-spot.
The soreness became ecstasy, frying her brain.
So-hee dug relentlessly into her hole, snapping her hips without pause.
"More... deeper inside. Still deep inside... eung!"
It was just an excuse to dig out the crumbs.
In truth, she was savoring the stimulation.
And so she kept excavating between her legs until the sun went down.
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10 PM.
Home.
Beep beep beep—click.
The door lock opened.
So-hee kicked off her heels and staggered into the living room.
"Ugh... "
She'd handled it once in the car, but it wasn't enough.
Every step brought a slippery sensation rising from inside.
Melted sugar water mixed with her juices and unidentified gunk.
It swam freely between the wrinkles of her folds.
Thud.
Her legs gave out.
She collapsed in front of the sofa.
'I need to wash up. I have to wash up... '
Her reason screamed for her to head to the bathroom.
But her body wouldn't listen.
Instead, instinct slyly reared its head.
Hunger.
And lust.
So-hee slipped her hand under her skirt.
She shoved her index and middle fingers deep, scraping together the clumps at her cervix.
Squelch.
She pulled her fingers out.
A sticky thread stretched long.
Her fingertips were coated in swollen, burst bread chunks and sauce globs.
"Haa... "
The smell assaulted her nose.
Sour, sweet, fishy.
The stench of food waste fermented inside her own body.
Slurp.
Yet it wasn't repulsive.
If anything, saliva flooded her mouth.
'I wonder... what it tastes like?'
A mad thought.
But her brain had been numb for a while now.
Enthralled, So-hee brought her fingers to her lips.
Lick.
The taste touching her tongue tip.
Electric.
Mustard's pungency, ketchup's tang, sugar's sweetness.
All blended with her own salty bodily fluids.
"Hmm... "
Delicious.
So-hee closed her eyes tight and sucked her fingers clean.
She licked up even the crumbs with her tongue.
"There's still more inside... "
Not enough.
She reached down again.
Three fingers this time.
She stirred inside like a spoon, scooping up a heaping load.
Slurp. Sluuurp. Slurp.
In the middle of the living room.
The female professor sat legs spread, devouring the gunk scooped from her pussy like a snack.
Her face lost in rapture.
Click.
That was when it happened.
A door opened.
"......?"
So-hee froze.
Her fingers still in her mouth.
Lips smeared with glistening juices and sauce.
It was me and Yu-na.
We stood there, eyes wide in feigned shock.
Silence.
"Uh... mmph?!"
So-hee yanked her hand from her mouth in a panic.
But she couldn't hide the dangling strand of saliva and mucus.
Her skirt hiked up, panties off.
"Mom?"
I spoke in a trembling voice.
A perfect act blending horror and concern.
"Wh-what... what are you eating right now?"
Yu-na sniffed the air.
"The smell's weird. It smells kinda body-odorish and funky. Are you eating something spoiled?"
"N-no! This is! I mean!"
So-hee frantically pulled down her skirt and scooted her ass back.
But the crumbs on her lips, the goo caked on her fingers.
No excuse possible.
"I-I was hungry! Just snacking on some crackers!"
"Why are you... pulling crackers out from down there?"
At my point, So-hee's mouth clamped shut.
Her face flushed red, then drained pale green.
Wow.
Who knew a person's complexion could change that fast.
"Mom. Are you feeling sick somewhere? Want to go to the hospital?"
Yu-na clucked her tongue pityingly.
"......"
Yes.
This gaze.
This was what we'd waited for.
The mom who'd treated her kids like trash.
Now receiving the "dirty scavenging beast" treatment from her own children.
The humiliation.
"D-don't look! Don't look at me!!"
So-hee shrieked in desperation.
She covered her face with her hands and fled to the master bedroom.
Thinned batter trickled down between her shaking legs.
Bang—!
The master bedroom door slammed shut, followed by wrenching sobs.
"This is hilarious. Mom really went all the way."
Yu-na giggled, clinging to my arm.
"So gross. Hyun-min, I'm not eating anything that nasty."
"Who knows. Seems like you've already gone that far too, sis."
"Hing. But I only eat clean stuff? My little brother's dick."
I smiled at the master bedroom door.
The taste of scraps steeped in her own fluids.
"Haha."
Once she knew that flavor, ordinary food would bore her now.
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The rumors spread faster than expected.
Especially in the insular university world.
"Isn't Professor Kim acting kinda weird lately?"
"Yeah. Heard she collapsed in class?"
"There were weird rumors from the festival too."
"Dementia maybe?"
"She's not that old."
"Schizophrenia?"
"Plenty of female profs go nuts."
Lecture hall corridors.
Research lounge.
Student forums.
So-hee's name buzzed everywhere.
The elite professor image.
Cracks were starting to spiderweb across it.
"......"
So-hee clutched her head alone in her office.
I'm fine.
I'm perfectly okay.
I don't feel a thing.
It's all just stress and fatigue.
Yet her body was brutally honest.
She tried crossing and uncrossing her legs in the chair, shifting positions.
Still couldn't stop that place from growing damp.
Her entrance twitched, begging for something inside.
'Eut... '
Even the press of her labia against the chair when she sat nearly made her cum.
These days, she had to perch awkwardly with knees up to keep it from touching.
Then, the intercom rang.
[Department Head Park Hyung-seok]
The name on the display.
So-hee swallowed dryly.
Talk of a disciplinary committee was circulating.
Even grim rumors of suspension or sabbatical recommendations.
"Yes, Department Head... "
- Ah, Professor Kim. Clear your evening schedule today.
"Evening... you say?"
- Yeah. Campus mood's uneasy lately. Budget issues for next year's department funding too. Just a casual dinner. Professors Choi and Lee are coming too.
"Sorry, but I'm not feeling well... "
- Professor Kim. You know you can't bail right now, right? I'm covering for you, so show your face. Got it?
Click.
A one-sided order.
So-hee bit her lip.
She couldn't refuse.
They held her leash now.
No choice but to go.
Even if it meant doubling up on pads in her panties.
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8 PM.
Upscale Chinese restaurant near campus.
Dishes spun around the round table.
The room reeked of strong liquor.
"Here, here. Professor Kim. Let me pour you one."
Department Head Park Hyung-seok shoved the bottle at her.
His face gleamed oily.
G eyes full of greed.
So-hee forced a smile and raised her glass.
"Thank you... "
Glug glug.
Clear liquid filled the glass.
"Tough times lately, huh? Eh, everyone's human. We all get sick sometimes. We get it. Right?"
Park Hyung-seok's hand slipped under the tablecloth.
Grabbed So-hee's knee.
Her shoulders stiffened.
"......"
Normally, she'd snap and show her displeasure.
But now.
'I have to endure. Getting on their bad side here ends everything.'
So-hee subtly pulled her leg away.
Yet Hyung-seok was persistent.
He pushed his hand up her inner thigh instead, bursting into boisterous laughter.
"Aigoo, has Professor Kim lost some weight? Thighs are so slender."
Sexual harassment.
Blatant crime by any measure.
Professors Choi and Lee beside him saw it all but played dumb, cackling among themselves as they chewed.
"Professor Kim. Hubby's still overseas, right? Doesn't come home much?"
"Pardon? Ah, yeah, sort of... "
"Must be lonely. A woman alone at night gets lonesome, yeah?"
Professor Choi leered.
So-hee kept her head down, fiddling with her glass.
"Ex-excuse me... I need the restroom."
So-hee bolted from her seat.
Park Hyung-seok's hand regretfully grazed her ass as it fell away.
"Take your time. We've got all night."
As So-hee left, the men's laughter swelled in the room.
"Kuhuhu. Look at that bitch."
"Used to not even glance our way, now she's wagging her tail 'cause she needs us?"
"Yeah. Acts all high-class on the outside, but bet her insides are rotten."
They had no idea.
Under the table.
So-hee's forgotten handbag.
The smartphone inside, screen on.
And what it was doing.
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End of the hallway.
Stairwell landing corner by the restroom.
I leaned against the wall, cap pulled low.
Earbuds in my ears.
"......"
"What're they saying? Huh? What?"
Yu-na tugged my pants, squatting beside me.
Her short skirt hiked up as she sat on the floor.
No panties.
A passing waiter glanced, but Yu-na ignored him, rubbing her face on my thigh.
"The old trash are barking."
I handed Yu-na one earbud.
The room's chatter came through.
- Hey. Did you feel Professor Kim's thigh earlier? Such insane bounce.
- Professor Park, really. What if she reports you? All that MeToo noise lately.
- Report? She's in no position. Sweet-talk her about blocking discipline, and she'll spread wide.
- Heard rumors she PhD-lobbied with her body back then too.
- Yup. How else does a woman get a doctorate and professorship? Night skills, obviously.
Yu-na covered her giggling mouth.
"Wow... Mom's work life's rough."
"No wonder school's a mess with scum like that as professors."
I furrowed my brow.
I was pissed.
Not because I love Mom.
She's mine.
My toy to break, mine to play with.
Drooling old fucks with no sense of place.
- But did you spike Professor Kim's drink?
- Obviously. Slipped it in the second she sat. Got it from a Chinese guy—supposed to be potent.
- Ooh. Sending her to Hong Kong proper tonight.
- Hubby gone, she's starved. Gotta volunteer some service, right?
- Hahaha! Second round in a room, let's spin her good.
They'd even drugged her.
Crossed the line.
"Hmm... "
I pulled out the earbuds.
Yu-na looked up at me with wet eyes.
Her hand already buried under her skirt, frantically digging her hole.
"Hyun-min. Looks like the geezers wanna fuck Mom."
"Yeah."
"What do we do? Mom getting stolen? Mom's ours."
Yu-na seethed with jealousy.
Still, family is family.
Family has to fuck family.
No thanks to dirty outsider uncles butting in.
"Don't worry. Thieves touching owned goods deserve punishment."