Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: The Origin of Hatred
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"Women, jeez."
Two hours of relentless pistoning.
Three ejaculations.
Those sensations battered her brain cells all at once.
"...Guh?! Ah...?"
So-hee gulped in a ragged breath.
Her eyes rolled back, the whites gleaming.
Her mouth gaped open like a fish suffocating on dry land.
Not even a scream escaped.
The shock was far too immense.
Her vocal cords had gone numb.
Tremble, tremble.
Her limbs convulsed as if electrocuted.
Her belly rippled and heaved like waves crashing.
Squiiiirt—.
A milky-white fountain gushed forth.
Female ejaculation.
And then.
"KYAAAAAAAAAAHHHH—!!!"
It erupted.
A wail too agonized to be human.
The death cry of a beast dragged to the slaughterhouse.
"Huuuhhk! Hngg! No! Too much! Too big! My brain's melting awaaay!!"
So-hee rolled across the floor.
She clawed at her hair and kicked wildly at the air.
The line between pain and pleasure had crumbled long ago.
An overwhelming tsunami of stimulation.
She was drowning in it.
"KYAAAK!! Master! Save me! My belly! My belly's bursting! My womb's meeeelting!!"
She clutched her lower abdomen and writhed.
"How's that? Feel a bit fuller now?"
I asked.
But So-hee couldn't answer.
She had no mind left to hear.
Strobing white hallucinations.
Nothing but flailing amid endless waves of orgasm.
Twitch. Thud. Thud.
Her hips bucked against the floor on their own.
As if mating with an invisible man.
Her body remembered the acts from within frozen time.
"Aahn! There! Right there, it feels so good! More! Give me moooore! Unghh!"
So-hee flailed her hands at the empty air.
Grasping at nothing.
Splatter. Splatter.
Atop the puddle she'd squirted.
Her body flopped like a dying fish.
A vulgar, filthy, utterly broken sight.
A long while passed.
The convulsions finally ebbed.
"Haa... Ung...."
So-hee slumped limply.
Her entire body glistened with sweat and fluids.
Unfocused eyes.
Froth at the corners of her mouth.
Status: Permanent Decline in Intelligence
What the hell.
It can even detect this?
Intelligence decline, huh.
Fun.
Lots of new 'plaything' ideas for the future.
Her life as the victim?
Whatever.
What's the point of a smart woman anyway?
I rose from the sofa and approached.
Nudged her slick cheek with my foot.
"Mom. You back with us?"
"......"
So-hee struggled to open her eyes.
Half-recognizing me, half not.
A hazy gaze.
"Who... are you?"
Time for the confirmation kill.
Mother Kim So-hee was dead.
She had to declare for herself what remained.
"Tell me. Who are you."
So-hee's lips twitched.
She slowly turned her gaze down to her own belly.
Magic marker graffiti.
Drooling fluids.
Memories reconstructed.
Pleasure.
Overwhelming dominance.
That was the only truth.
So-hee staggered to her feet.
No—dropped to all fours.
Crawled to my feet like a dog.
Kissing my instep frantically, she murmured.
"Meat toilet...."
A voice filled with conviction.
"Master's... filthy meat toilet...."
So-hee lifted her head.
Her eyes were smiling.
The empty, blissful smile only one who's shed all dignity can wear.
"Please take good care of me.... Master...."
She rubbed her face against my crotch.
Like an animal finding solace in a familiar scent.
"Hahaha."
I burst out laughing.
Yu-na clapped beside me.
"Congrats, Mom. Or should I say, Toilet No. 2!"
And just like that, our family was complete.
The living room.
Wet slurping sounds.
Lick. Lick. Slurrrp.
So-hee was on all fours.
Naturally naked.
Her head darted busily between my calf and ankle.
"Clean it properly."
I commanded, sinking deep into the sofa.
"Yes. Yes, Master...."
So-hee panted in reply.
Her body was drenched in sweat from the frenzy moments ago.
But there was no time to rest.
She had meat toilet duties to perform.
The semen on my legs.
Her own bodily fluids that had burst from her.
She licked away every filthy trace with her tongue.
"Wow."
An admiring voice.
It was Yu-na.
She clung to my back like a koala.
Chin propped on my shoulder, sucking my earlobe with wet pops, giggling.
"Mom's a cleaning pro. Can't even see her tongue anymore."
"Professor for a reason. Nails anything you tell her to."
"Used to flip out over a single grain of rice on the floor. Now she's the mop?"
Yu-na's mockery.
So-hee's shoulders twitched.
But she didn't stop.
If anything, her tongue worked even more desperately.
"Fuu...."
I gazed at the ceiling while enjoying Yu-na's playful hands.
Nudged So-hee's wet hair with my toes.
"Mom."
The title was still 'Mom.'
It was funnier that way.
So-hee paused and looked up.
My cum smeared thick around her mouth.
"Yes.... Master."
"Got a sudden question."
I leaned forward to meet her eyes.
"Cleaning can wait. Answer me first."
"A-Anything...."
"Why'd you hate me so much?"
Silence.
So-hee's eyes wavered.
Memories from childhood.
Kim So-hee had always been especially cold to her son.
People called it 'strictness.'
But the one suffering knew better.
It was disgust.
A gaze like looking at a bug.
Not because of poor grades or mischief.
No.
"Tell me. You can be honest now."
I lifted her chin with my foot.
"I tore your pussy apart, came in your mouth, wrecked your body like that. You still see me as just your 'son'?"
So-hee swallowed dryly.
Cast her eyes down.
Gulped down the semen pooled in her mouth.
"...At first."
A cracked voice.
So-hee finally spoke.
"At first, it wasn't.... I just hated."
"Hated what?"
"Your dad. Choi Sung-il."
An unexpected name.
Father.
The gruff, authoritarian head of the household.
The man who'd been overseas on business for years without returning.
"Ours wasn't a love marriage."
So-hee gave a bitter smile.
"That was... a few years back. I was in grad school for my master's."
She'd been an elite grad student from a top university.
Full of dreams and pride.
My father was a senior from the same school.
A macho type who'd done so-called 'social activism.'
"Grad student retreat. To Gangwon-do. With professors, seniors drinking...."
So-hee's body trembled faintly.
Trauma.
A memory that hadn't faded after decades.
"Passed out drunk... Someone came in. Your dad."
I furrowed my brow.
"Forced?"
"...Yeah."
So-hee nodded.
"Said no. Pushed him, screamed. But... no use."
Overpowered by brute force.
Slapped.
Legs forcibly spread.
Back when she was still a virgin.
Lost it in the most horrific way.
"Couldn't go to the cops. That was the era. A woman's fault if she couldn't guard her body."
Plus, he was a powerful senior at school.
She ended up staying silent.
But the misfortune didn't end there.
"Wasn't just once. 'I'll take responsibility,' he said... Kept coming back."
Repeated rapes.
And pregnancy.
That must've been Yu-na.
Either way, she was trapped.
No escape for her, so Father forced marriage.
In that conservative era, she was pushed into the wedding.
"Haha."
I let out a hollow laugh.
"Unbelievable. So our family origin story is rape?"
Yu-na giggled from behind.
"Whoa, Dad was a total alpha male? Didn't look the part."
"Those activist old geezers. Dirtiest behind the scenes."
I shook my head.
Preaching social justice and conscience on the outside, while treating women like war spoils inside.
Father was exactly that type.
The breed that subjugated women with force and social pressure.
Barbarians' generation.
The era of barbarians.
In a way, similar to me.
I used superpowers; he used violence. That's all.
A strange rivalry stirred.
"Then you should've hated him forever."
I asked.
"From what I remember, you two got along fine. Lovey-dovey couple, even."
"......"
So-hee bit her lip.
Shame?
Or reluctance to admit the contradiction?
"Everyone did back then."
A creeping whisper.
"No escape... Kids came... Daily sex...."
"Got used to it?"
"...Yeah."
Gaslighting.
Stockholm syndrome.
A life of beatings, violations, domination.
Hell at first, but eventually that became 'normal.'
The money he brought in, her professor status, the rough nightly sex.
She rationalized it herself.
'This is love. Men get rough because they want me.'
"Wow, our mom."
Yu-na peered down at So-hee over my shoulder.
A gaze laced with contempt.
"Slut potential from the start, huh? Spread for her rapist and lived happily."
"Y-Yu-na. Watch your mouth."
"Watch what? It's fact. Forced at first, but later you were moaning for it, right?"
Yu-na dropped a fact bomb.
So-hee's face flushed red.
She couldn't refute it.
It was true.
Tamed by her husband's rough touch, she'd come to anticipate his assaults.
"Fine. I get it up to there. Call it woman's instinct."
I stroked So-hee's cheek.
"But why hate me? The son of the man you loved."
"......"
"Because I took after him? Shouldn't you have loved me even more?"
So-hee's eyes wavered.
"Because you...
She whispered softly.
"...took after him too much... That's why I hated you."
"What do you mean?"
"That eye."
So-hee pointed a trembling finger at my eyes.
"Your dad... Looked nice usually. But when he'd pounce on me, there was this look. Cold, chilling. Like a beast..."
She shuddered.
"You've had that look since you were little."
Ah, so that's it.
I smirked.
The 'protector of the family' image brought calm.
But she'd spotted the 'seed of violence' beneath—in her son.
Every time her young boy stared blankly at her.
She remembered the rapist Choi Sung-il looming over her decades ago.
That's why she feared.
That's why she loathed.
Scared her humiliation, her pain, would revive through my eyes.
Preemptively crushing and hating me.
"Hahaha...."
Laughter burst out.
Couldn't hold it back—it was too ridiculous.
How perfectly ironic.
"Ahahaha! This is hilarious. Women, jeez."
I clutched my stomach laughing.
Yu-na laughed along, though confused.
"Moaning in ecstasy for the rapist's cock. But hate the son, the byproduct? Out of fear?"
Pure comedy.
Black comedy.
"Mom. You know what?"
"W-What...."
"You're just a natural masochist. A pervert who gets off on abuse and domination."
I shot to my feet.
So-hee recoiled, scooting her ass back.
"D-Don't come closer...."
"Why? Dad flashbacks?"
I grabbed her by the hair.
As roughly as possible.
No mercy.
"Kyak...!"
"Grab the sofa."
I dragged her to the sofa and bent her over it.
Upper body on the cushions, ass thrust into the air.
"Did Dad do you like this? Huh?"
Smack!
I slapped So-hee's ass hard.
A red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.
"Auk! It hurts! Hurts!"
"That's the point."
I pulled out my rigid cock.
Rubbed it between her ass cheeks.
"Look closely. That eye you feared so much."
I twisted her neck.
Forced her head around to look back.
I didn't smile.
Gazed down with the coldest, most contemptuous eyes possible.
Like staring at a bug.
No—like a tool to be discarded after use.