Chapter 115: Side Story - Mother (36)
Chapter 115: Side Story - Mother (36)
Morning came, and Lee Seon-mi woke up clutching her head, which throbbed with the distinct ache that follows a blackout.
“…Ugh.”
Her head hurt. Even her final memories were hazy. She wasn't entirely sure what she had been doing at the end or how she had lost consciousness.
However, the stinging pain and the vague goal she had been harboring were vivid enough for her to guess the circumstances without much difficulty.
[Advice: After giving birth, file a marriage registration with your son and add the twins to the family register to receive a military exemption!]
Of course, the advice had been quite helpful.
Seon-mi looked at the translucent window with trembling eyes, and as she tried to slowly push herself up—
She froze, feeling an arm wrapped around her waist and a body temperature so hot it felt stifling. She let her eyes wander.
‘My son.’
There he was, sleeping naked. The penis that had been joined with her until yesterday was sticky with dried pussy juice and semen; even though it was morning, it lay limp and exhausted, not even rising from a natural physiological response.
Her son was the same. Perhaps he had been so focused on sating his lust even after Seon-mi lost consciousness, but he slept soundly without tossing or turning, even though the blanket had slipped away when she sat up.
Watching her sleeping son, Seon-mi felt a whirlwind of emotions all at once.
Her hand quietly traced her lower abdomen. Once the dull, throbbing pain passed faintly, a pleasant sense of pleasure swirled through her body.
It was a strange feeling. The knowledge that a new life was budding inside her—and the fact that it was a life that society would never allow.
She bit her lip, then released it with a gasp.
She squeezed her eyes shut. The guilt she had suppressed with excitement and lust the previous night came rushing back.
For it was none other than she who had ruined her son’s future.
‘…My son.’
She reached out a cautious hand and brushed back his hair. Her heart pounded wildly with guilt.
The future her son could have had seemed to flicker before her eyes.
Meeting a woman he truly loved, dating, and getting married.
Even though the image of him having children and placing them in her arms was vivid...
She felt the crushing weight of having snatched that future away.
Now, only one future remained for her son.
To face social stoning alongside his mother and fall into the abyss.
Though he would survive, and his body would be perfectly fine without a single scratch...
What about his mind?
She remained silent in her agony. Just thinking about it caused horrific thoughts to spring unbidden into her mind.
Since she was having a baby in her forties, it was a geriatric pregnancy. She worried about the child’s health.
She was confident in her own health, but one could not cheat age. Perhaps that strange message window would take care of it somehow, but what if it had led her here just to witness such a tragedy?
What if, all this time, it had been steering her in this direction just to make her taste that kind of despair?
On the other hand, a part of her felt a different suspicion.
There were gentler, better ways. There were better methods.
There were plenty of ways that could have been described as wise or clever, yet she wondered if she had chosen too easy a path simply for her own comfort.
Or perhaps, she had simply refused to miss the opportunity for the twisted desires, lust, and affection she had truly harbored deep down—but barely suppressed until now—to finally break free.
She regretted, and she despaired.
Not that it changed anything, but that was how she felt.
As she stared at her son with her mouth pressed firmly shut in pain, her emotions whispered to her.
That despite everything, she had come to love her son.
Not simply as a mother loves a son, but as a mother and a lover.
And that unlike her son, she would gladly accept the horrific future she was imagining.
Unable to deny it, she closed her eyes tight and let out a long sigh.
‘The time….’
It was before Yu-ri woke up. She had to clean up perfectly. Whether she woke her son or not, it was best not to give Yu-ri any reason to suspect anything.
With that in mind, Seon-mi got out of bed and cautiously approached the door.
The door she clearly remembered locking. That very door opened with a bone-chilling creak.
And standing beyond it was—
“…Ah.”
A chill ran down her spine. Her mind went blank, and her complexion turned even whiter than a sheet.
“…Why.”
Yu-ri’s voice trembled. Her face, frozen in shock and horror, was distorted with the same terror as if she were looking in a mirror.
Yu-ri’s eyes darted frantically between her mother and her brother.
Both were naked, sleeping in the same bed.
There was also a strange scent floating in the air. Her lack of experience didn't mean she was completely ignorant, and the context was glaringly obvious.
Kang Yu-ri covered her mouth in horror.
“What, why, how on earth….”
Seeing her daughter unable to speak from the shock, and seeing those eyes filled with a foreign contempt, Seon-mi felt a heart-wrenching pain.
Should she tell the truth?
Would she believe her if she did?
She probably wouldn't. It was something miraculous yet twisted that even Seon-mi herself had taken time to accept—something impossible to believe without seeing it with one's own eyes.
It would be hard enough to make her believe her son had almost died, but the fact that the only solution was to get pregnant with his semen…
It wasn't something she could make anyone believe. Above all, she saw her daughter’s eyes move.
They shifted behind her. They lingered. He had woken up. After waking and grasping the situation, he had clearly frozen in panic.
His large, clear eyes were reflected vividly. A faint, flesh-colored shadow was visible.
She swallowed hard. She didn't want her son to be hurt, her daughter to be hurt, or herself to be hurt, shattering all their relationships.
Above all.
[Advice: After giving birth, file a marriage registration with your son and add the twins to the family register to receive a military exemption!]
In the corner of her vision, there were words written in a cheerful, almost pleasant tone.
It wasn't over yet. Not if she wanted her son to survive.
Seon-mi took a heavy breath and spoke.
“Sweetie.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Listen to me. I….”
“After doing… doing something like this, you can still call yourself my mother? You….”
Her daughter’s mouth twisted in horror as her hands shook. It broke Seon-mi's heart, but she had no choice.
“I love Yu-jin. Not as a mother… but as a woman. And Yu-jin loves me, too.”
Yu-ri’s gaze fixed blankly on her mother. Seon-mi swallowed and spoke with great effort.
“I know how this looks. But… I couldn't help it. I… plan to live with Yu-jin. Not as his mother, but as Yu-jin’s woman….”
Unconsciously, her hand brushed against her lower abdomen. At that, Yu-ri’s sharp gaze softened.
‘…What?’
Her confusion didn't form into words. Because an even more bewildering sight greeted her.
“Ah, so that’s what it was?”
Her voice was surprisingly gentle.
“I was startled because I thought you were doing it against his will.”
“…Huh?”
“Are you using contraception? Hehe, it feels a bit weird for me to be the one asking.”
Seeing her daughter smiling and acting like her usual self, Seon-mi blinked in utter confusion.
“Oh, or maybe… are you making me a sibling?”
“Uh, yeah? I mean… yes.”
It felt strange to say that while naked in front of her daughter, with semen still dripping between her legs. Everything was so bizarre that she wondered if she was dreaming.
“I wonder if a younger brother would be better… a sister would be nice too! If it’s a cute sibling, I’m more than willing to give up my spot as the youngest. I’m sure any sibling who looks like you and Oppa will be beautiful anyway!”
Seeing her daughter even cracking jokes with a smile, a bewildered Seon-mi slowly turned her head to look at her son.
She saw her son, who looked just as dazed. He had braced for the absolute worst, but now he stood frozen as if the reality of this bizarre situation—like a dream dreamt in the heat of a summer night—hadn't quite sunk in.
Only then did the mother freeze as she saw something enter the edge of her vision.
[Additional Reward: Social Perception Modification]
The words appeared as if to show her again since she had missed them.
Social Perception Modification?
It was a phrase that didn't explain exactly how or what was being changed, but in the midst of this twisted, incomprehensible, and surreal situation, she paradoxically became calm.
She swallowed hard and met her son’s eyes.
She could easily tell that this relationship had become something publicly accepted. At that, her son nodded.
“First, I’ll wash up and then we can talk.”
*
Since they were family, seeing each other naked wasn't exactly strange, but there were exceptions in Lee Seon-mi’s case.
She was the type to maintain strict decorum even at home and was careful not to show skin unnecessarily.
Because of that, she had been careful not to give the impression of entering the bathroom with her son even after they began having sex, but she realized she didn't have to worry about that anymore.
“Are you washing up first? I’m going to take a half-body bath, so fill up the tub for me~ Thanks~”
Even after seeing the mother and son enter the bathroom together, Yu-ri showed no sign of discomfort or disgust.
It was a patently absurd situation. However, her son seemed to find the situation arousing instead, as his penis stood tall and firm.
“Yu-jin.”
“Sorry.”
“Really, now.”
She almost knelt in the shower booth as if she had no choice, but she barely managed to restrain herself.
This wasn't the time for that.
“Does it turn you on that much because your sister accepts it? Because our incest has been sanctioned?”
“…To be honest, a little.”
“Don’t you find it strange? Surely something… normally, things wouldn't be like this.”
Her son’s mouth twitched as if in agreement, and even as he stood under the pouring water, he let out a long sigh.
“Just a moment ago, I thought she’d be angry or… disgusted. Then suddenly, she’s like that.”
“Exactly.”
As she turned on the faucet to fill the bathtub, the mother checked the water temperature with her hand and looked at her son.
“What are you going to do?”
Standing quietly under the spray, her son looked at his mother with a confused expression.
“What do you mean, what am I going to do?”
“About our relationship, and the baby.”
Her son’s lips parted in distress. Seeing the clear conflict on that lovely face, Lee Seon-mi, as his mother, spoke while trying to suppress her guilt.
“What do you want to do? Do you really… with me….”
She couldn't finish the sentence. It was understandable. Even though it seemed some manipulation had been applied to Yu-ri to make her accept the situation as normal, this was clearly an abnormal situation.
There was no telling how far this tolerant attitude extended.
Whether it would affect society, or how far into the world it would be recognized.
There was no way to know. A world-class ballerina’s reputation was directly linked to her global standing, and as such, it wasn't uncommon for her to have friends and acquaintances in other countries.
So, an idea occurred to her.
“Do you really… want to marry me? Do you want me to have your baby?”
Her son hesitated but nodded, his penis twitching as if to prove his answer.
Even after he had come so much. It was absurd, but on the other hand, it felt good. Was this what it felt like to be wanted?
So, Seon-mi took a step closer to her son and whispered.
“Then… shall we go around sharing the news with my acquaintances, friends, and your sisters?”
“Huh?”
“To see how far this strange situation is recognized, and how much is permitted.”
Her hand reached out slowly to rest on her son’s chest, and feeling his thumping heart, Seon-mi asked.
“Shall we find out together?”
And if the result of that investigation was that this Social Perception Modification had made their "permitted incest" recognized worldwide...
She tried to suppress her optimistic thoughts, but she knew her proposal was laced with that very hope.
“If you haven't changed your mind even after that, will you marry me?”
Because she, too, desperately desired it.
As if afraid she might change her mind, her son nodded hurriedly.
It was a truly gratifying and lovely sight.