Chapter 91: Side Story - Mother (12)
Chapter 91: Side Story - Mother (12)
"Is there anything you want for dinner?"
"For dinner? I haven't really thought about it..."
"Do you want to eat eel?"
Contrary to my hopes, Mother’s temptations—or what felt like them—never seemed to end.
It wasn't exactly something to grieve over, but every time this happened, I felt like the mother I once knew was being chipped away, and it didn't feel entirely good.
How did it come to this? What on earth did I do to make her change like this?
I didn't have the slightest clue. But just because I didn't understand it didn't mean the reality of it disappeared, nor could I simply ignore it.
I tried my best to maintain my composure.
"Eel, all of a sudden?"
"Yes. It’s been a while since we’ve had it."
I knew she was going to be blunt, but I still struggled with how to react in moments like these.
"Eel is good for your... stamina, after all."
"I know that, but..."
"I thought you didn't."
"I know at least that much. Still."
I was getting a bit more used to it than at first.
It was the result of being naked with her constantly and having her hand wring it out of me every time I got an erection.
The fact that I was getting used to it didn't change the reality of the situation either. I watched Mother stand up, feeling relatively accustomed to the sight.
Always expressionless, Mother met my eyes and spoke.
"There's an eel specialty restaurant nearby."
"There is?"
I didn't know that.
But come to think of it, there was no way I would have known.
After all, I wasn't particularly fond of eel, so I never had a reason to be interested.
"Yes, I looked it up a while ago."
"...You did?"
"Yes. To feed my son."
"Ah."
I knew what she meant, but hearing it out loud felt strange. It was hard to respond, yet awkward to stay silent.
As I tried to brush it off, Mother led me toward the bedroom.
"Let's get dressed first."
I wondered if she really needed to pull me along, but Mother seemed to have her own reasons.
"How is it?"
"Even if you ask me how it is..."
"Is it pretty?"
"...Yes."
"Then, shall I wear this out?"
"That... it's a bit too revealing..."
"Do you prefer I cover up more?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll do that."
This alone proved it. Mother was intent on dressing entirely according to my taste.
Her objective was also transparent as could be.
"Tell me whenever you want something."
I hunched my shoulders as I followed Mother outside.
It was an evening with a subtle, chilly breeze. Late autumn, where the ground was cooling down and the wind bit through my coat.
Walking side by side, Mother naturally linked her arm with mine.
It was a sight difficult to imagine from the Mother of the past.
So intimate, with hardly a trace of her former strictness or steel-like rationality.
If anything, she looked more like a lover passionately displaying her affection than a mother.
Awkward as I felt, I adjusted my pace to walk in step with her.
"Have you been there before?"
"No."
"The reservation..."
"I made one."
"Ah."
Our conversation was bleak for a mother and son, yet our physical contact was far too close and intimate.
I glanced at Mother as we walked, caught in a state where I couldn't tell which side of the line we were on.
Mother was tall for a woman, and her proportions were excellent to match.
Her long limbs reminded me that she was once a world-class ballerina.
Walking beside her, her well-maintained skin and features made her look like my sibling; just looking at her felt like a feast for the eyes.
Even putting aside the fact that we were family, she was stunning, so in this twisted relationship, she felt different.
My smartphone even contained photos where I had vented my lust all over her face. Every time I looked at her, I felt something boiling deep inside.
With that face, Mother had kissed me, coaxed my member as if acting cute, and even let me spray my essence onto her face.
It all felt as distant as a dream. To the point where I felt that if I opened my mouth to bring it up now, she might frown in contempt or grieve over it as a failure of my upbringing.
But I knew she wouldn't.
"Hold it in."
"What?"
"It's getting bigger."
Was it because blood rushed there as a conditioned reflex just by looking at her face? While still linked to my arm, Mother let her breasts, encased in her underwear, press against me as she glanced down.
As her lowered gaze fell toward my crotch, a shiver ran through my body.
"...If you really can't hold it, tell me. I'll help you in the restroom."
I reflexively swallowed hard. I shifted my eyes and struggled to answer.
"It's not like that, so just... let's just go eat."
Mother nodded without a word and led me toward the restaurant.
The eel specialty restaurant was the kind of place I had never stepped foot in before.
To put it nicely, it was traditional; to put it bluntly, it was the kind of place old-timers would frequent.
However, the food wasn't bad. Even though I wasn't used to eel, it was surprisingly edible.
The sauce was sweet and slightly cloying yet addictive, and the salt-grilled eel—which I expected to be fishy—was savory without a hint of odor, making it a perfect side dish for rice.
"You're eating well. Shall we order more?"
"What about you, Mom?"
"Mom is full."
"Then, I'll also..."
"Don't worry about me and eat as much as you want."
She said that, but how could I not worry? I ate a few more pieces while being mindful of her, and it was only after the sun began to set that we stepped outside.
I didn't really feel the "stamina-boosting" effects of the eel yet. But at the very least, my stomach was full, making me feel like I could handle whatever came next.
Under the darkening sky, I walked beside Mother, sipping the coffee she bought me.
"You said you wanted to play. Did you have anything in mind? I mean... other than that."
"What do you want to do, son?"
Answering a question with a question. I looked at Mother with subtle dissatisfaction, but she remained unfazed by my gaze.
"Is there nothing you've always wanted to do with Mom? I have plenty."
Instead, she shut me up with a brilliant counter-move.
I had to squeeze out an idea. As I racked my brain, Mother stayed pressed against me and gave a faint smile.
That smile was so beautiful it startled even me. It wasn't the expressive face she used to have while performing ballet, nor was it her usual expressionless mask.
It was a smile that revealed genuine happiness and joy. As I stopped talking, stunned by the breath-taking sight, Mother quietly led me along.
"Then, shall Mom take the lead today?"
"If you would..."
"Shall we go to a hotel?"
My body froze. The coffee I was drinking went down the wrong pipe, and I broke into a coughing fit.
As I coughed, Mother’s hand patted my back with maternal care. I saw a flicker of something like slight guilt pass through her eyes.
But my nose was stinging too much to care about that.
I had even stained my clothes. It was prominent because I was wearing a white shirt, and Mother seemed to plan on using even that as an opportunity.
"You'll have to change anyway. Let's go to a hotel."
"That, I..."
"With Mom. We just ate eel, too. Shouldn't we go verify the results?"
For some reason, I could sense a clear hesitation in her gaze.
But it wasn't incomprehensible. She was still my mother, after all.
It was clear that she wasn't sure if a mother should be doing this to her son, and she was troubled by the impulses she harbored.
Nevertheless, Mother did not waver.
"Do you not want to?"
To be honest, it wasn't that I didn't want to.
I was lusting after the body of the woman I had lived with as my mother for a long time to an incomprehensible degree.
It was a sexual desire I couldn't understand, but I couldn't do anything about the desire that had already manifested.
"Mom wants to."
Mother's voice came out expressionless and devoid of emotion. In that situation, I couldn't refuse.
"Let's go to a hotel with Mom, okay?"
Defeated by the lust swelling in my lap, I nodded.
Lee Seon-mi.
Once a ballerina, and now a mother on the verge of committing incest with her son, she stood alone in the bathroom under the pouring water.
It wasn't a familiar place. It was a strange, unknown location. Perhaps it was because she usually stayed at home and rarely stayed out long enough to need a room.
Thinking that it had been a long time since she stayed in a hotel, she brushed her hair back and washed away any potential dirt.
As she did, the past suddenly came to mind.
The past where she traveled the world performing ballet. When she still held her glory and never imagined things would turn out like this.
Back then, Lee Seon-mi never could have imagined she would enter such a relationship with her son, who used to look at her with sparkling eyes full of wonder and love.
No mother would.
In Lee Seon-mi's case, it was even more so. Perhaps because she knew she wasn't someone easy to love. She didn't know whether she should be grateful that her family had become close in this form, or if she should feel disgust.
'Disgust.'
Yes, Lee Seon-mi faced the very faint disgust boiling inside her.
It was the backlash of violating the sacred laws of nature that should never be broken. She felt self-loathing and shame at her own actions and at the way her son looked at her.
It was the kind of disgust that made her agonize over whether there might have been another way.
However, she forced that disgust down and opened her eyes.
There might be another way, or this could all be a lie.
But she could not let her son die because of her own disgust or complacency.
She was a mother, and she had a duty to protect her son. She held herself together firmly with a sense of responsibility and maternal love for her son.
Translucent letters were flickering before her eyes.
[Number of Erections caused by Mother: 75]
[Current Status: In heat due to fantasies of engaging in acts with Lee Seon-mi.]
[Advice: Due to sufficient nutrition and the temptation from his mother, Lee Seon-mi, the son, Kang Yu-jin, is highly aroused. If this leads to direct sexual activity, the Quest progress can be pushed forward explosively.]
She didn't know how many years it had been, but she steadily reviewed what she had to do today and turned off the shower.
Wiping away the water droplets rolling down her porcelain skin with her hand, she picked up a towel to dry herself and wrapped a crisp robe around her body.
"Son, were you waiting?"
She stepped out to face her son. With the resolve that she would not run from what was about to happen.