Mom Got Pissed (2)

On the way home, I tried calling Lilith several times, but she wouldn't pick up no matter what.

Texts were the same story.

Hell, if it were me, I'd be pissed too. You say you're gonna let me know if you're running late, then ghost my texts and calls completely? Yeah, I'd lose my shit.

But I couldn't just sit on my hands, so I kept calling a few more times. No dice—she wasn't answering.

I fidgeted, bouncing my leg anxiously, then switched gears.

Alright.

Time for a new plan.

I hurriedly searched for "how to appease an angry mom."

Having lived my whole life without ever knowing my mother's face, I had zero clue how to make up with one.

So I needed help from people who'd actually had moms—unlike me.

It felt off somehow.

I sensed something weird from the start, with pics of some kid scribbling "mommy" on the wall and shit, but I scrolled down anyway, grasping at straws.

Fuck, puberty?

I wasn't even at that age anymore, and I'd never gone through puberty in the first place. You need something to rebel against for that shit, right? No way an orphan kid on the brink of death was hitting puberty.

Sure, as a human, I had my moody, emotional phases as a kid, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thanks to that fucking orphanage's physical therapy bullshit, I skipped the whole "puberty" letter and shot straight ahead. Puberty? Not in my life story.

They say that's when you rack up all the black history, so maybe I dodged a bullet?

Anyway, never had it, and it wasn't what I wanted, so I scrolled down fast.

Had Lilith ever nagged me?

I pondered, staring at a pic of some brat covering his ears, screaming or cursing—I couldn't tell.

Nah, no nagging.

More like double curses with a knuckle sandwich to the skull.

And spankings.

Wait, no, that's not the point.

Anyway, Lilith never nagged. Fists and feet flew before words.

Not this either.

Scrolled more, and finally, the main shit started.

Letter...?

Note...?

She's ignoring calls and texts—fat chance with notes or letters. Scrolled on.

What did Lilith like?

She seemed to eat anything fine.

The fancy elf chef dishes from that restaurant she took me to? Devoured. My bean sprout overload rice? Same. Everything I served, she ate without complaint, saying it was good.

She'd grumble if side dishes were just grass, but she'd mix it with gochujang and chow down. Good appetite, not picky.

Cooking...

Not a bad idea, but no time for that now.

Scrolled again.

Gift for Lilith...? Or pocket money to her?

I already owe her 3 billion won.

Shouldn't I pay off debt before allowance? She's loaded beyond my imagination anyway.

Not just money—she's head of a World Government black ops agency, unlike the other 22 heroes who retired into hiding. She's got power, status, the works.

Gifts or cash to her?

How the fuck with my means...?

I get gifts are about sentiment over value.

But no time for that.

...Not the answer, Hanjo.

Nothing useful. Closed the window.

What now...?

These were from people with moms—unlike me—but looking at 'em, they seemed more clueless than I was.

Is this even what real mom-kid pairs think?

Anyway, useless for me.

Really, what to do...?

After agonizing, I changed the search.

Saw it pop up, skimmed, nodded.

This seemed way better.

I started reading that post quick.

Opened the door, and the room was pitch black.

Bad vibe from the jump.

Flipped the light—saw Lilith's shoes. Let out a relieved sigh.

Good, she didn't go home or anything.

That would've been fucked.

I had no idea where she even lived.

...Actually, I barely knew shit about Lilith.

One of the 22 heroes.

Head of the Interspecies Support Center, a World Government black ops joint.

Stunning beauty, loaded, strong as hell, huge tits...

Just public knowledge.

"......"

Stared at the cake from the nearby bakery I'd grabbed on the way, thanks to that know-it-all advice. Did she even like sweets? Was buying this random shit smart?

Least I knew she liked beer—stocked up on that too.

Cake and beer.

Right answer...?

No clue.

But no backing out now.

Kicked off my shoes, went in.

No sounds.

She'd heard me come in, but unlike usual, no sign of her coming out. My stomach twisted.

Then I spotted the food on the table.

Delivery, right?

Untouched, unopened. I walked over quietly.

Knock knock.

My own room.

Felt weird knocking, but since that incident, I'd gotten in the habit of knocking before entering any room she was in.

"I'm here, Mom."

No reply.

Stomach churned harder.

Heart pounding like crazy.

What, arrhythmia?

Pushed it too hard today—maybe health issue.

"...Can I come in?"

Waited for reply.

Nothing.

"...I'm coming in? I said it, so don't get mad if I just barge. Wait, it's my fucking room—what's this bullshit."

Frustrated, grabbed the knob muttering nonsense.

Opened it.

Lilith was there.

Dim room.

Knees hugged to chest, staring at me.

Even in dark, her glowing red eyes were crystal clear.

"...Shit, you scared me."

No lie—really jumped.

Door opens to just glowing red eyes? Anyone would.

"Why no lights? Lemme turn 'em on..."

"...Don't."

Lilith stopped me.

"Turn 'em on, and I won't forgive you. Don't come closer either."

"...Yeah, okay. Got it."

Did as she said.

The advice said listen well. Well, maybe not this exactly.

But no reason to piss her off more.

So we stood like that.

Staring at her in the dark room.

Eyes adjusted, her silhouette sharpened.

Again.

Swallowed words on the tip of my tongue.

"......"

Chest tightened more, suffocating.

Reason for no lights.

I saw it now—froze like a statue.

"...Why no reply? Why ignore calls?"

Lilith asked, staring.

No excuses.

No apologies.

What then?

This difficulty's insane, right?

This gets forgiveness? For real? Makes sense?

But fuck it.

No other options, so straight truth.

"Was asleep, didn't hear."

"......"

"......"

Silence crashed down.

Felt her gaze screaming utter disbelief.

"A-sleep...? You expect me to buy that...?"

"It's true..."

This was straight fact—no lie, no excuse. Felt wronged if she didn't believe.

Silence again.

Different vibe this time.

Her aura shifted—way softer than before.

"Ah, yeah. Forgot time hanging with that silver punk... Forgot to text me too, just crashed out. Thought that fox bitch Hoaran did something, but nah, silver boy. Hmph, got it."

But momentary—atmosphere slammed heavy again.

...Say this too?

No lies, right?

This really right?

Inner conflict, but fuck it—full steam ahead.

"Wasn't with her long actually. See..."

Spilled everything to Lilith.

Forgot about the satyros locked in the room, opened door thoughtless, got jumped by the horny bitch. Escaped somehow, but her guts growling made me pity-fuck her once. Then fuck, it turned into five times.

Then Eileya sucked me dry, passed out asleep.

All of it.

Lilith listened silently, closed eyes.

"Hoo..."

Sighed, opened eyes—red gaze fixed on me.

"Hey."

"Yeah."

"You some kinda fucking retard?"

No words for that.

"...Get out for a sec."

She said it sudden. I stood frozen; she eyed me, spoke.

Knew why—no arguing, just left.

Squatted outside, thanked nameless know-it-all.

Listening worked—her anger deflated.

Well...

Felt like my rep took a hit, but who cares.

Her anger gone—that mattered.

"Ha, fucking... unbelievable..."

Door opened; Lilith muttered, scratching head wild, saw me squatting, kicked my ass light.

Didn't hurt.

But I played it up wincing; she said,

"You fucking punk. Making me worry for nothing."

Anger gone, so no need hold back.

"Sorry."

"...Whatever. What's that shit?"

Eyed my cake box and beer bag; I answered.

"Uh... Mom, you like sweets?"

Luckily, Lilith loved sweets.