Caught Masturbating~ The Idiot Bitch♡

"Heheh. Looks like you're ready."

"Nn... ah...?"

It felt as if my head had been reset. That outrageous kiss had melted my brain clean away, and I looked up at Taeyang with unfocused eyes, parted lips, and a strand of drool sliding all the way down my chin—the face of a female in full heat.

Feels so good... hehe...♡ Am I really letting a kid this young do this to me...? Unexpectedly... it might not be... so bad...

I'd been waiting. Honestly, I'd been waiting to see what he would do next—whether he would touch me more, where those hands would go. But it didn't go the way I expected.

He let go. Cleanly.

"That was a fine demonstration, ma'am."

"Nngh...?"

...What?

Taeyang wore the look of someone who couldn't imagine what the problem was with anything he'd just done. As if nothing at all had happened, he settled beside the sofa and studied the female's face with an expression of pure innocence.

"Huh? Your face is red. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Are you feeling unwell?"

Eh...?

"I'm fine..."

I barely managed to push myself upright. My heart was still hammering. I scrubbed the drool from my chin with the back of my hand and, mortified beyond words, couldn't bring myself to meet my son's friend's eyes.

Ugh, what was I even thinking? Was I... turned on? Taeyang only gave a demonstration, and his intentions were pure—! Getting excited all by myself... I'm trash. Kim Harin, you are trash.

I sat there blaming myself, and an awkward silence filled the living room. One minute. Two. And then an angel descended to clear the air.

"I'm home."

My son!!

"Hey, Minho! Came over to hang out."

Taeyang sprang up from the sofa and waved toward the entryway—smiling like the nicest guy in the world, with the very hand that had just been plundering a female's mouth and rolling her nipple.

"Oh, Taeyang. Come on in... Huh? Mom, what's wrong?"

Eek?!

Red face, slumped shoulders, hair in disarray—every bit of it. The shame of having shown all of that to my son hit me in a single instant.

"Ahem! Minho, you hungry?"

"Huh...? Yeah."

"Then Mom'll get lunch on a little early. Today it's... curry! Go play with Taeyang."

I fled to the kitchen.

"Yeah, Minho. Let's have a blast today."

"Yeah!!"

While the female took refuge in the kitchen, the brightly smiling idiot and Taeyang disappeared into the bedroom.

"....."

I braced both hands on the sink and bowed my head. The feeling on my lips would not fade.

"...Hoo... hoo."

I splashed cold water over my face. Get a grip, Kim Harin!!! It's fine. Nothing happened. It was only a demonstration. I just kissed him once. It is not a big deal.

That—I misheard it, I misheard it!! Yeah, yeah. I'm getting older. That was tinnitus. Definitely tinnitus.

"....."

Aaaah!!

Unable to accept a reality she simply could not believe, the female ran from it on half-avoidant denial. Right. Potatoes, carrots, onions, pork. I set them on the cutting board, picked up the knife, and decided to cook. The blade tapped and sliced, steady as I could make it—but the hand peeling the potato would not stop trembling.

Without thinking, I licked my lips. Taeyang's taste still seemed to be there.

Have I actually lost my mind?! Calm down. An ordinary lunch. An ordinary day. Nothing happened!!!

I brainwashed myself, talked myself down, and set water on for the curry. The dampness inside my hot pants was sweat. I decided to believe that.

I don't believe it. Nuh-uh. Would our Taeyang ever harbor a bad intention? Not even if the sky split in two.

But. But—!! Setting Taeyang aside.

The hand on the wooden spatula grew slower and slower. The feeling left on my lips. My tongue being sucked in, and at the same time a finger flicking my nipple. Aah, the kiss had honestly felt good—and my nipples too... nnh♡ My lower belly had been throbbing since the moment he let go. I could no longer deny that the wetness in my hot pants was not sweat.

All at once, like a bitch gone into heat, my hand dropped of its own accord, slid past my stomach, and slipped inside the hot pants.

"....."

The instant my fingertip met slick flesh, I knew. My panties were soaked through. What is this... this much...? A wet sound answered me, obscene and close.

"Hnnngh...!!"

No. What am I doing? Minho—my son is in the next room, the next room—but... nnh!! But aaahn!! It feels this good.

I didn't stop. I pressed my clit and rubbed, and slick ran down my fingers to soak the inside of the hot pants.

"Ahh... ehe... feels so good♡ Just a little... just a little more..."

If I only took the edge off, I thought I could endure. So I worked myself like a bitch in heat, and then I pushed two fingers in entirely. My inner walls clenched down hard around them. The wet, rhythmic sound of it filled the small space between my body and the counter.

"Hyaah...♡ Nnh... Taeyang... ah...♡"

His name slipped out before I knew I was saying it.

I-insane?! What did I just say—aaaah... nnh♡ No, no!! If you think about it, the reason I ended up like this is Taeyang. So just quietly thinking about my son's friend while I touch myself shouldn't be a problem. This is self-defense!

"Taeyaaang... I think I'm gonna get... addicted... I'm cumming♡ I'm going crazy! Haaah."

Too much! It feels so good...♡ Heheh, I'm going to get addicted to this!!!

Meanwhile, in Minho's bedroom.

Slick sounds. A breathy little moan.

"Hnng~♡"

Huh? Look at that bitch.

I didn't have the full picture of how it had come to this. One thing, though, was obvious. The bitch in heat was masturbating all by herself. Lucky for both of us, the pathetic specimen beside me had a headset on and was sunk so deep in his game that he couldn't hear his own mother. Ooh. A windfall for me, too.

Come on, cut me some slack—I wasn't planning to go public yet!! I'd meant to finish a more leisurely round of conditioning first, and only then unveil her to the idiot: a bitch in heat, a shared public meat toilet. A truly beautiful plan—and that bitch in heat had nearly brought the whole thing down by frigging herself loud enough to hear through a wall. Ha. I was furious, and I was hard. Fuck.

"Hyaah...♡ Nn... aht♡"

"Hnngh~♡"

"...Fuck. That is so hot."

"Taeyang, what's wrong?"

"Uh—nngh?!"

The idiot had lifted one side of his headset and turned around. Oh dear. I, Geum Taeyang, startled for half a second and then recovered my reason like a professional, steering him straight back under the cans.

Hey, idiot! Not yet! Would you please just sit there quietly and be the idiot you are?

"Uh, it's nothing. Minho, I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick~ Cover my account for me, yeah?"

"Yeah. Come back quick."

"Yeah, yeah. Sure."

Ah, shit. I nearly died;; I was going to have to shut that woman up. What if the crazy bitch got loud enough for her own son to catch her? Like mother, like son—was that it? The short version: the idiot, and the idiot's mom~♡

Anyway, I had a duty to scold the bitch. I went straight down the hall toward the kitchen.

When I finally stood in the doorway—haa, sure enough, that fucking bitch. Left hand braced on the sink, right hand down her hot pants, working like her life depended on it. And she was so worked up she might as well have been advertising it. Clear fluid was streaming down the inside of her thighs and dripping onto the floor.

Right. Stop her, and threaten her while I was at it. I set the mask back on my face and opened my mouth.

"Ma'am...?"

"Hnnngh?!"

Haaang♡ Feels so good, ooooh—♡ Nnh! Taeyang... Taeyang... this is too good...!!

Picturing my son's pure little friend while I touched myself—the pleasure of it, the strange thrill of doing something I shouldn't—I felt like I could get addicted. The wet sound of my own fingers filled my ears.

That was when.

"Ma'am...?"

Eep—?!

"Hnnngh...?! Hieek!! Ah... th-that's, Taeyang, this is... haah... uh...??"

Taeyang...?

Gasp—!!!!! I yanked my hand up out of the hot pants ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in a panic. Nnh?! They say with great power comes great responsibility. The moment my fingers pulled free of the slick flesh they'd been stuck to, a clear string stretched between them, and a pleasure I had no words for crashed through me.

"Oh—nnh!♡"

I just caused a catastrophe!!!

A death knell started screaming in my skull. What do I do, what do I do, what do I dooo!! Heat flooded my face until I was scarlet to the ears.

"Th-this is, um... no... I..."

"What's 'no'?"

Shame at being caught by Taeyang had me flailing to get my hand all the way out—and while it was still half inside the hot pants, his hand closed around my right wrist.

"Ma'am, what were you doing just now?"

W-what? Nnh.

"Ma'am. What are you doing right now?"

"That's... I mean..."

I scrambled for an excuse under that blunt question.

"Um... it was just itchy...? Aaah..."

Even I couldn't find a single thing in that which qualified as an excuse. My voice kept shrinking. Because how was I supposed to say it? The kiss demonstration with you felt so good that I got excited like a pervert. So in a house where my son and my son's friend were both home, I couldn't hold it, and I secretly masturbated like a dog. In the end I couldn't meet his eyes, a bitch waiting to be scolded by her owner.

"It was itchy?"

"....."

He still had my wrist. Whatever he was so curious about, he kept asking, as if he wanted me to confess with my own mouth exactly what I had done.

"Is this something you do because you're itchy?"

I couldn't say a word.

"Did the kiss earlier do this to you?"

"....."

"Ahaha. Ma'am, your reaction was bigger than I expected. One kiss, and you went this far all by yourself..."

"N-no. That's not—"

No matter how hard I pushed, the excuse would not connect into a sentence. My pussy was still throbbing, and Taeyang's hand—his hand—the warmth coming off it was exciting me.

Nnh...♡ This is wrong... why does it feel good...?

"Shall I keep it a secret from Minho? Or..."

Huh?

The thought of my son dragged the bitch in heat back to her senses as a mother. If Minho found out his mom had been kissed by his friend and gotten so worked up she masturbated in the kitchen, that was social death.

No. No! Absolutely not!!!

"Please... don't tell Minho... I'm begging you..."

And so a fully grown female had no choice but to submit to a much smaller male.

"Hmm."

Taeyang let go of her wrist, and then he ordered the bitch to grant him a single promise.

"Then, ma'am, promise me just one thing."

"....."

"Next time, whenever I want, I'll borrow your body. However I like~"

"....?"

"Aah~ it's nothing difficult. I'll do it when it's convenient for me, and I'll read the room, so just remember that much. We'll wrap up with this for today. But you know what comes next, right~ Sex."

"...Okay."

I answered before I could think. What had this idiot—what had I just agreed to? I wanted to die.

"Then~ please ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠make the curry tasty, ma'am."

"....."

The male, having confirmed that the female was completely broken, made one pure little request—that she simply make the curry taste good—and then walked back down the hall into the idiot's room.

"Hey, I'm back. How far'd you get?"

"I'm stuck with an action-lock debuff right now, and a cleanse won't touch it—only a 999-stack status effect clears it, that kind of nightmare!! So I'm getting wrecked and I'm pissed!"

"Okay, okay~ I'm pounding your mom~"

"Uh, what did you say...?"

"Hm? What did I say?"

"Uh... nothing, ah—! I really can't move!!"

"Wow. This boss is a real piece of shit, huh?"

"Yeah."

Meanwhile, the kitchen.

While Minho and Taeyang chattered away in high spirits, the filthy pervert bitch who had been caught masturbating in front of her son's friend stood slumped at the sink.

What is this...?

I tried to make the situation make sense, and there was a part of it I simply could not accept. Pure little Taeyang had turned, all at once, into an animal. The shy face that had asked me for a kiss demonstration—that had all been an act?

No. That can't be. Taeyang is pure...

How was that pure? The words he had said kept circling in my ears.

Uuugh, I don't know. I don't know!

Betrayal stabbed the center of my chest, and at the same time the excitement that still hadn't faded throbbed low in my belly. Taeyang was Taeyang—but I was Kim Harin. An elite. A gold medal!! On my record—! That I had gone into heat on my own for a boy that short was the more shameful thing.

Hnnngh... what is happening to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠me...