Loving Mom, Yoo Ji-hye (1)
“Whew.”
After the capsule lid popped open, I let out a sigh and sat up. I'd spent nearly three full days in game time. In reality, that was just over eight hours of gaming.
It's almost dinnertime.
A glance at the clock showed it was just shy of 6 p.m. Skipping lunch had left me starving.
Everything's great, but food's the issue.
The dedicated capsule for logging into Novel Continent was a pinnacle of cutting-edge tech. It had an auto-purification filter for bodily waste, ergonomically designed seating, and more. People even said in-game sleep felt more restful than in reality—no joke. You could probably live in this thing forever.
If only meals weren't a problem.
It has a nutrient IV drip option... but it's fucking expensive.
One pack to replace a meal cost 99,000 won for five. Obviously, someone had to swap them out from outside. Plus, the filter had limits—you needed to clean it at least once a week.
“Time for food. Shower first.”
Thanks to the filter, my body was fresh, but still—after pounding Selena silly just minutes ago, I needed it.
Shhh—
Under the shower spray, my mind wandered.
But if I cum in-game, do I cum in real life too?
If it worked like wet dreams, maybe. But cumming every time would be a problem. My real body was fit enough, but just a normal guy. I couldn't keep firing like my game character, nonstop.
“Whatever.”
Satisfying Selena had left my head crystal clear. Right now, Kim Hyun-ho was in sage mode.
What to have for dinner?
Heading down to the first-floor kitchen, my phone rang—Mom.
Right on time for her to be heading home.
“Hello.”
“Sonny~ What're you up to?”
Her voice dripped with sweetness over the speaker. Without the “sonny,” you'd think it was a girlfriend.
“Just logged out of the game. About to make food.”
“No way—you've been playing non-stop since I left for work this morning? Skipped lunch too?”
“C'mon, first day—bound to happen. Won't skip meals from now on.”
“You never even gamed in middle or high school... Jeez.”
Her sigh made me wince a bit, but I played it cool.
“On your way home? How long?”
“It's always the same time—what's with the sudden question?”
“Uh... missing you?”
“......”
“Craving meat tonight.”
“Mom'll grab some hanwoo. Wait up.”
Click. She hung up abruptly—uncharacteristic. Probably flooring it to the mart already.
I chuckled and set the phone down. Soaked some veggies from the fridge, rinsed rice, and pondered.
Unlimited regressions are nice, but...
Before logging out, set it at Hero's Treasury—auto-save point. Could go back further if I wanted. Not total free-for-all reloads like a real game; only to prior points. That was the downside.
Using it in reality needs caution.
Lottery came to mind first. Check winning numbers, regress to an hour before cutoff, log out, buy five or ten tickets. Billions easy.
But a question: Will the future I saw play out exactly?
Tested in-game. As long as I didn't deviate, Selena repeated everything perfectly.
Selena makes sense—she's AI, a program.
Reality wasn't. No fixed scripts. Watching the draw then buying could butterfly-effect the future.
Same for stocks or crypto.
Markets might shrug off one guy's millions, but butterfly effects...
Before, just minor gropes—regress seconds to erase. No biggie.
Lottery or stocks create new futures, not erase.
“...Gotta test it.”
Friday today—draw tomorrow night. Commit to regressing a day, go for it. Or hours before cutoff.
And if regressing anyway...
Something I wanted to try: With Mom, just once...
“Good?”
“Yeah.”
I nodded, mouth stuffed with meat. Gaming took it out of you. To enjoy Novel Continent right, needed real stamina training too.
“Eating like a champ today.”
“You grilled it perfect.”
“...Need allowance?”
“Outta nowhere?”
“Talking all sweet when you're usually so cold.”
“When am I?”
Unfair. I'd never drawn lines or been cold to her. If she dressed right and didn't cling too much.
“I'll do dishes.”
“Sure? Then Mom's showering.”
She rose first. I cleared the table, did dishes.
Vacuum too?
Just past 8 p.m. Detached house—no noise worries.
Finishing kitchen, vacuuming living room—a soft press from behind.
“My boy~ So dutiful today?”
“...What I always do?”
Turning, Mom hugged my waist—shower robe, towel turban. Freshly showered, cheeks flushed, skin hot against mine.
“Let go. Gotta do upstairs.”
“Aww, clean later.”
“...What do you want.”
“Dry my hair.”
“Go to your room. Be there soon.”
She released me readily. Glancing back on stairs, her robe gaped—pale cleavage heaving.
Tch...
Selena? Amazing. Perfect head to toe, skin to core. Too real for an NPC.
But can't compare to a real person.
What if Mom was a Novel Continent character? Charm? Selena's 120, so at least that—probably 10-20 more.
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Something on Mom's face?”
Frozen on stairs, staring. She tilted her head, smiled, hooked a finger in her neckline.
“Or... curious what's inside?”
Mound peeked out. She tugged slowly, unashamed. I stared hard.
Pink areola flashed—she flinched. But I held gaze, daring her.
Chicken game. First to blink loses.
...I win either way?
Mom teasing stepson with tits. Me pitying her. I'd seen it as a kid—no issue. But grown son? She's shameless.
“Hng.”
She hummed, eyes curving—competitive spark.
“Hya!”
Yanked. Slosh illusion, thick pink nipple popped.
“C-crazy?!”
Despite resolve, I flagged first. No time to savor—spun away.
-Boner! Fuck, if not for the reaction down there, could've stared seconds more. Why shorts?
“Look at you. No words too rude for Mom?”
“What game before a grown son! You crazy auntie!”
“Auntie?! Name one auntie this perky and pretty!”
Ignoring her shriek, thumped upstairs. Side-glance: her triumphant grin, V-sign flaunting.
“Hurry down! Hair's wet!”
“...Yeah.”
Her robe now showed only pale swells—like a dream.
Post-cleanup, quick Novel Continent login—not for play, just save point.
Logged out from my Hero's Treasury bedroom. Told Selena no entry till called.
“Took forever?”
“Said I'd be quick?”
She could've dried alone waiting. Sat her at vanity, grabbed dryer.
“Change at least?”
“Lotion first. Dry hair, then clothes.”
Explained the glow. Women fuss a lot.
Vrrr—
“Too hot?”
“Perfect, mmm.”
Massaging scalp, drying locks—she hummed happily.
From above, her figure was no joke. Collarbone to underbust hid half her thighs. Issue: robe too loose upfront.
...What now.
Gaping inside: pert nipple thrust proud, bare.