The Daughter's Sin is the Mother's Sin (6)
I was lost in that thought as we walked, when suddenly I kicked Yujeong in the ass with my foot. The bitch had the nerve to walk ahead of me.
It was meant to hurt, but her thick ass fat absorbed the impact completely. Yujeong didn't seem pained so much as startled—she hopped straight up in place.
“Kyak!”
Yujeong let out a shriek. It wasn't a voice of pain, more like one of embarrassment.
Kyak. What a joke—a woman her age acting all innocent like some virgin. With hips like that full, birthing type, she'd popped out Yujin, hadn't she?
I shoved down my irritation and offered her my arm. Yujeong froze for a second, not getting it, then started groping it tentatively, like she was admiring my biceps.
The hell? What was this bitch doing?
I raised my hand to smack her stomach again. But she slyly stuck out her ass toward me, like she was begging me to hit there instead.
Too pathetic to even bother. Instead, I hooked my raised arm through hers. I'd figured she'd refuse, but after a brief hesitation, she snuggled right in without a fuss. Her sideboob pressed firm against my arm.
We were almost at the unmanned motel. There'd be CCTV, probably catching us right now. So we had to look like lovers.
“Auntie, scoot closer to me.”
“A, auntie? Me, an auntie? ....”
It was nothing, but it hit her harder than I'd expected—Yujeong stopped dead in her tracks. I tugged at her linked arm to hurry her along, then gave up.
Her feet caught my eye. Ruined from teetering down the hilly park path in heels, matching my fast pace, even breaking into a jog. They looked painful at a glance, so I stopped without thinking and slipped off my shoes, holding them out to her.
“Th-thank you.”
She must've never imagined this kind of consideration from me—she reached out awkwardly for my shoes.
And just like some iconic scene from an alien movie, the tips of her fingers brushed mine. That's when it hit me what I was doing.
Ah, shit. Again. I'd gone soft again. Come to think of it, last time too. When Yujin was tumbling off the bed, I could've ignored her or just grabbed her face to keep it unscratched. But no, I threw my body to catch her. This wouldn't do. I'd sworn to become a devil, done devilish shit already—what was this hypocrisy?
I snatched back the shoes I'd offered.
“Why?”
Yujeong asked.
Hard to answer that. But yanking them back like nothing happened would've been ridiculous too. Showing her this wishy-washy side was the last thing I needed. Still holding the shoes, I dropped to one knee in front of her. I was supposed to stay in control, dominate her—but this was a clear mistake. On the other hand, with motel CCTV nearby, staging some tenderness wasn't a bad idea.
“Lift your foot, auntie.”
“I'm not an auntie!”
I scowled up at her. An auntie pitching a cute fit like some bratty girl.
I nearly jumped up to slap her sassy cheek as punishment... but her expression stopped me.
This was no situation to enjoy—being blackmailed, dragged to an unmanned motel against her will—yet Yujeong wore a strange smile.
Why the hell? Trying to fool me with an act?
I kept my suspicions but switched to a thug smile. The kind that looks sleazy to guys but gives girls that bad-boy thrill.
With the new expression, I grabbed her ankle, slipped off her heel myself, and eased my sneaker onto her foot.
A guy taking off his shoes for his pained lover. Straight out of some auntie morning drama.
I finished lacing it up, gave her calf a light massage, grabbed her heels in one hand, and wrapped my other arm around her waist.
“Kyak!”
Again with the cute virgin scream, but she didn't shove me off.
“Smile for the CCTV. Anyone sees this, they'll think I'm kidnapping you.”
“You are kidnapping me. You didn't force yourself on my daughter like this too, did you?”
One second beaming for no reason, now full maternal mode, voice sharp as a knife. Like she'd kill me right here if I had. Exactly like Yujin. Touchy subject—better gloss over it. Poke too hard, and she'd become my blood enemy. Not time yet.
“Nah, that's why we're doing this, auntie. Told you, I hate forcing it. That's our deal—you satisfy my urges instead of your daughter, and I leave Yujin alone. Break up with her, even.”
“Stop calling me auntie!”
I'd expected her to nitpick the promise, but she latched onto something else. Names didn't matter, and with CCTV watching, her scowling face was bad news—so I gave her what she wanted.
“Yeah, yeah. Sis. Got it. Now smile.”
“Sis?”
“Want me to call you Yujeong?”
“...You know my name?”
She asked in a voice that sounded oddly pleased.
Weird. What was with this bitch? No way... she was in heat? Made sense. The principal and janitor uncle's pills had aphrodisiacs mixed in, probably. But more than that. Yujeong just seemed unused to this kind of talk with a guy. Time to service her a bit.
“Aun— I mean, sis. How long's it been?”
I made her pay for the room at the kiosk. Left a nice trail.
“...A lot. More than a green kid like you.”
“Doesn't sound right.”
I smirked at her.
Over-the-top beauties often lack popularity. Average guys get intimidated. Especially someone like Yujeong, projecting abstinence and superiority, screaming "don't approach, reject all sex offers." Heard she'd been widowed five years already.
“Sis, you don't wanna do this with me?”
“As if I wouldn't!”
“...Huh? So you do wanna?”
“N-no, I mean, so you won't touch my daughter!”
“Yeah, yeah. Hurry up then.”
Yujeong elbowed me aside and shoved her face at the kiosk. Condom bag in one hand, bent over with ass out, fumbling desperately to open the door—like a bitch in heat.
Finally, door opened. I stepped in first on purpose, giving her the choice: turn and run, or walk in willingly.
“What? Too hard to step inside?”
I taunted. She strode in all confident. CCTV got that too.
Door shut. She dumped the bag like it burned her, kicked off my sneakers, and padded inside. Her curious eyes scanning the room screamed first-timer.
I flipped on the harsh cleaning light instead of the dim orange sex glow. Coming from the dark night street, suddenly under bright lights—she ducked her head, tugging down her short skirt like shame hit her all at once.
I ignored her bullshit and propped my phone camera openly on the bedside drawer.
“Alright, let's start. You remember our deal?”
“You remember. You're breaking up with my daughter. Dating as a student is already ridiculous—”
“Then fucking a student?”
No comeback—she tsked and clammed up. Same reaction as Yujin. I burst out laughing. She took it as mockery, face twisting in humiliation as she set down her handbag.
“Pen? You bought it?”
“I did!”
She yelled, hurling a brush pen at my head from the bag. I snatched it midair, startling her, uncapped it, and stood.
“What? Strip.”
She stripped without hesitation, all bold—like reclaiming her elder's dignity after I'd stolen it long ago. But...
Her blouse soaked from the water I'd dumped, body slick with sweat from the hot predawn trek to this isolated unmanned motel, trying to glare defiantly but lips clamped tight to stifle a scream—that was just the face of a female sensing defeat.
I brought the pen's black tip to the mole above her breast. And started writing. Words sealing our contract.