Should I Just Let the Master Fuck Me?
"Should I just let the master fuck me?"
The next morning, we were having breakfast. Romi looked utterly exhausted. I could see my older sister doing shoulder exercises. 'They must both be super busy.' There was a lingering intensity in the air somehow. Especially Romi—she'd said her story wasn't coming together. It was a shame. I wanted to help, but I was clueless about it, so I couldn't step in. 'Feels kinda bad right now.' Still, her determination to push through alone was admirable. A real lady through and through.
My sister let out a sigh. "Ever since that stalker incident, work's piled up. Whew."
"Yeah? Must be tiring."
"Gotta earn that much. Maybe I'm finally on track to becoming a famous model?"
"Whoa, sis, whoa!"
"Aah, I want a boyfriend who'd give me a massage right now♥"
I chuckled. Look at her being so blatant. I wanted to massage her with my dick right then and there.
"Someone'll snap you up in no time, sis!"
"Yeah? Thanks, hehe."
Still, I was happy for her success. How could I not be thrilled when my girlfriend was thriving?
Romi pouted, glaring at me before scoffing. "Hmph! Just watch. I'll become a famous writer too!"
"Yeah, yeah. You can do it. You've got talent."
"Duh! I'm not a loser like you!"
Even her tough act was lovable. She grinned and went back to eating. Then I turned to my stepmom. Our eyes met.
"Mm."
She immediately focused on her food. I smirked inwardly. That told me everything. 'She's avoiding me. Probably because of what I did yesterday.'
It could be risky. This was basically blackmail. Especially if the police got involved, things would get messy. But. 'No way that'll happen. If she was gonna, she'd have reported it already.'
Right now, my stepmom was being incredibly meek. No calling the cops, not even mentioning yesterday here at the table. Meek to the point of dodging me. In other words, things were going my way.
She wouldn't give in right away, but. 'Depending on how I play it, it's just a matter of time.'
I was thrilled. I wanted to pin her down and thrust deep into her womb. I was dying to see her crying out in ecstasy. If I claimed her too, I'd have the whole house under my thumb. 'Payback for Dad, served nice and neat.'
But hey, he started it. I was just responding like a gentleman. No one to blame but him.
I smacked my lips. 'After this, I'll text Dad. Tell him all he's got left is the house. Oh, and send the sex vid too.' Just imagining it had me half-hard.
Breakfast wrapped up. After Romi and sis headed out, I stretched. My stepmom tried slipping back to her room. Couldn't have that.
I approached and grabbed her hand. "Mom."
"Eek, l-let go!"
"Why? We decided to change things up."
"I'm your mom!"
"You're not."
I said it coldly. She looked up at me in shock, mouth opening and closing. Then she smiled weakly.
"Yeah, you're right. How could I be your real mom?"
"Sigh, but you try so hard."
"What's the point? Will that erase your real mom from your heart?"
My mind blanked for a second. That was unexpected. She'd seemed oblivious before. Did she know all along? It was like she'd peered right into my soul.
"How'd you know?"
"Your dad told me. Said you and your real mom were especially close."
That guy again. I sighed. Running his mouth about useless crap.
She smiled bitterly. "I get it. How could someone like me replace your mom? But I try anyway. It's all I can do!"
Now it clicked. Why she hadn't folded even after I showed her the video. Why she was different from Romi and sis. 'Not just her personality. It's that premise—she wants to be my mom.'
That pure, foolish goal. This complicated things. Letting it go on like this wouldn't end well.
I interlaced our fingers, sharing warmth. "There's one way to become my mom. That vague idea you might have."
"Let go."
"Mom, wanna hear something I've never told anyone?"
"Teasing me again?"
I shook my head and led her to the living room sofa. I sat her down and broached it carefully. Never thought I'd spill this here. But I had to. What it really meant to be my mom.
"Truth is, I was in love with my real mom. She was the prettiest woman in my world."
"What?"
"Back then, I didn't get it. Thought it was just normal son-mom love. But after the divorce, her vanishing, I thought it over. This wasn't normal."
I smiled darkly. I'd loved her as a woman. Realized it too late. The problem? She felt the same.
I sighed. "My real mom loved me too. As a man."
"No way!"
"Dad's capable, sure. But he threw family aside for it. Drove her to the psych ward a few times."
"No, really."
She was stunned. Rightly so. But most families with a "head" like that end up like ours. Capable but loveless. Wives withering away, begging for scraps of affection.
"Of course, he's kinder to family than anyone—when he's around. But he was gone so much for work. Mom was lonely."
I shook off the memories. Fond now, maybe. But a dark history I never wanted to relive. A husband neglecting his wife. Her seeing her son as a substitute. And me, truly loving that mom. 'Looking back, total mess. Even soap opera fans would rage-quit.'
But the feelings were real. For both of us. Until betrayal hit—me alone.
I gazed at her confusion. "Mom, here's what I think. Becoming my mom means, paradoxically, becoming my girlfriend."
"Th-that!"
"Said it yesterday, but again: Take your time. Decide."
She panicked harder than before. Understandable. 'Her stepson she wanted to bond with has this history. And her own feelings aren't far off.'
I just hoped she wouldn't spiral into self-loathing. Wanted to stay close. She must be lonely too, with a workaholic husband. 'Total deadweight, that dad.'
So I had to say it. "Whether we go further or you treat me like a stranger. I'll wait."
I smiled and stood. I'd given her the chance. First real talk with stepmom ever.
Up to my room. 'She knew all along? Shocking.'
I smiled weakly. Yeah, I'd loved my real mom. But it was meaningless now. New women in my life. 'Gone from my world, cut contact. Don't care.'
I clenched my fist, eyes shut. Rested a bit. Checked my next opponent, some curry-muncher in Gyeonggi. Then got up slowly.
'Alright then.'
Black tracksuit, gray hoodie. Ready to head out. Downstairs—no stepmom in the living room. Probably in her room. Out the door.
"Whew, it's different. Totally."
Not like with Romi or sis, so it felt awkward. But I'd braced for this from the start. Their secrets laid bare like this. What else could I do?
"Haa."
Just trust and wait. Frustrating, but right. 'Can't go full rape like with Hee-ju from the jump.'
Headed to Hee-ju's convenience store. Familiar streets. Checked my phone. Her back account—no posts since yesterday. 'Stepmom's thinking it over. Must've shocked her.'
Worst case? If she chooses stranger mode. I'd accept it. Keep persuading, but. 'If it's her will, respect it. That's romance.'
I chuckled. Yeah, romance. For mine to be respected, respect others'. Gym owner said that a lot. Guess I'm growing.
"This the place?"
Into Hee-ju's store. At the counter, two high school punks in uniforms loitering. Total try-hards.
"We're really adults, swear. Cosplay!"
"You're pretty. Hang with us?"
"We're a crew, btw."
"Heard of us? Monster Crew. We own schools now, but soon bigger than yakuza."
Webtoons ruining kids. They ape that crap thinking it's cool. Just sex-frust byproduct.
"We're out!"
They strutted off. Approached Hee-ju. She sighed, clucking her tongue—then spotted me. Her eyes lit up. Convenience store gig's brutal.
"Haa. Hm? Oppa!"
"Yo, what were those idiots?"
"Hehe, nothing. Just kids."
"What kinda kids spew that bullshit? Hiding from me?"
You can tell me this stuff. She hesitated, sighed heavily.
"Lately, more like them."
"Yeah?"
"Joined some crew, gang backing 'em, I'm Incheon's king, etc."
"Pathetic."
"Sigh, reminds me of Kang Ji-hoon types. Way too many."
Dizzying. These are the future? Present's dark; future's pitch black.
"Era of sexual frustration spawn."
"Can't help it. Ji-hoon controlled 'em. Now he's down..."
I smiled bitterly. Took down the big bad, but mid-tier trash floods in. Not Warring States.
Tsked. "Tough gig, Hee-ju."
"Nah! Earning honest cash, living right. It's fun!"
At least she changed for the better. Way healthier than in Ji-hoon's crew.
Stroked her hair. She beamed, eyes narrowing, rubbing her cheek against my hand.
"Anyway, you're doing great. Proud of you."
"Hee, really?"
"Yeah. No crimes. Super upright."
That's human living. That's romance approved.
"Time for a reward."
"Ooh, what?"
"Lock the door."
"Eek, huh?"
"Spot without CCTV, right? There."
"Uh, so... should I just let the master fuck me?"
Quick on the uptake. Hee-ju grinned lewdly. She knew, but asked anyway. Peak tease.
"Yeah, slave."
"Hehe♥ Love it."
She licked her lips, locked the door, grabbed my hand, led me deeper. Stockroom? Pitch dark. Door shut, pants down.
"Oppa, be rough with me."
"Rough?"
"Yes! Like rape. I wanna get it like that! Heehee♥"
Rape play fan, huh. Hee-ju's eyes gleamed white.
