Chapter 65
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 65
Chapter Title: Second Sex Education (2)
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‘Why...? Was I originally... this big?’
My mind grew hazy. Hanging from my young body was something utterly unbelievable for a boy—a full-grown man's cock. Thick, grotesque veins and bulging blue blood vessels twisted around it like snakes, writhing as if it were a living creature all its own.
As I stared in confusion at the sight beyond comprehension, a flash of memory pierced my mind.
‘Ah, right. I... always developed faster than other kids.’
Yeah, that was it. I had always been a head taller than my peers. By the time I left the orphanage, I was already well over 170 cm. Adults would whisper about me, calling it creepy. This was just an extension of that. I was... just a little different from everyone else.
Forcing myself to accept it, I shuffled toward Mother, desperately trying to hide my rock-hard, throbbing erection. My small hands were woefully inadequate to cover the monstrous thing.
“Um... Mother, I'll go ahead and get in the bath.”
I wanted to escape this embarrassing situation somehow, diving into the steaming bathwater. But she blocked my path, shaking her head. Her voice was soft yet firm.
“No, you can't. You can't enter the bath dirty like that. You need to wash up first.”
“Yes, then I'll wash myself... Ack!”
Before I could even finish saying I'd wash alone, her soft hand grabbed my arm. She pulled me toward her like a mother catching a fleeing child. The smile on her lips was endlessly tender, but her action was an inescapable restraint.
“No.”
She whispered in my ear, as if pronouncing my fate.
“Hoo, if you wash alone, you won't get every nook and cranny clean. Let Mother help you.”
Mother hadn't noticed my monstrosity yet. But she must have already seen through my desperate attempt to hide something with those sharp eyes.
She didn't try to pry my hands away from my dangerously concealed groin. She simply sat me down on the small chair in the bathroom.
Warm water cascaded over my head. Rich, bubbling foam enveloped my stiff hair, and delicate fingers massaged every inch of my scalp. With each touch, days of built-up grime and tension seemed to wash away.
“Body odors don't fade easily. It'll take quite some time.”
She murmured softly as she soaped up every corner of my body. Her hands moved slowly, down my back, across my chest, over my stomach.
“So if other kids or guests whisper about you, don't hate them too much. They just don't understand.”
“Yes... Mother.”
My response was feeble. Her kind words and touch were surely for my sake, but I could feel my heart tightening in dread of what was coming. Her hands had already washed nearly everywhere. Neck, back, limbs, chest, stomach. All had passed under her touch.
Only one place left.
Mother's hands paused. She let out a faint sigh. My shoulders twitched at the sound.
“Now, move your hands.”
Her voice was still gentle, but it carried an undeniable command.
“We have to wash everywhere.”
But... how could I...?
As my hesitation dragged on, her eyes fixed straight on me. I couldn't hold out any longer under that gaze. In the end... what had to happen, happened.
I gave up resisting and slowly, very slowly, lowered my trembling hands.
The hidden monstrous cock fully revealed its savage form amid the steamy mist.
Swollen to an enormous girth, throbbing with blue veins, rearing up with overwhelming presence.
Mother's eyes widened in shock at the sight. Her red lips parted slightly without her realizing.
“How... can it be this big...?”
She muttered unconsciously, her voice trembling faintly. But she quickly tried to regain her composure, swallowing dryly and forcing a smile. It looked fragile somehow.
“Y-You're manly, alright. It's fine. This is... just a natural physiological response.”
Physiological response. The unfamiliar term tugged at something in my mind. Beyond the foggy remnants of memory, another meaning beckoned, but the thick fog blocked it.
“Physiological... response? What's that?”
She made an "oh" face at my question.
“Ah, right. You wouldn't know about sexual matters yet. Well... a physiological response is when a boy becoming a man reacts like this—especially to something beautiful. It's a sign you're strong and healthy.”
Her explanation was affectionate, but I couldn't fully grasp it. I only dimly realized one thing.
“Oh, so... it's because of you, Mother?”
My innocent question sliced through the bathroom air. Mother's forced smile crumbled.
And as if answering her explanation, my monster throbbed heavily on its own.
“Ah...!”
A heated sigh escaped her lips as she witnessed the movement up close. Her cheeks flushed—whether from the steam or something else. She turned her head slightly, avoiding my gaze, her nose twitching faintly.
“And the smell... so manly too...”
She murmured, entranced.
Crackle-!
Something snapped in my head again. With it came a sharp, tingling pleasure shooting from my spine to my lower belly.
It was a pleasure I'd never felt before, like something inside was about to burst out.
“Ugh... Mother, something... hurts... I want to let something out... Ugh...!”
At my pained cry, Mother snapped back to reality with a start. Her gaze darted unsteadily between my face and my grotesquely erect member.
“Bloodlines can't be denied, can they...?”
She let out a deep, heavy sigh.
“It's okay, Ihyeon. Don't be scared. It's all just your body growing. Mother will teach you... everything about your body, step by step.”
With her wet hand, she carefully but without hesitation grasped my monster. The sensation of the hot, rigid flesh in her soft grip sent tremors of immense pleasure through my entire body.
“Haaah, it feels good, Mother.”
“Yes, focus on that sensation...”
Squish— Squish—
Her hand began moving slowly up and down. Slick water and soap foam acted as lubricant, producing lewd, slippery sounds.
“Everyone in this world has their own unique 'talent.' And it seems you've been born with the talent to 'impregnate' others.”
“Impregnate...?”
At the unfamiliar word, she whispered while gently rubbing my glans with her thumb.
“I won't complicate it. It means the ability to put a baby in another person's body.”
Her strokes sped up gradually. Pleasure made my hips buck involuntarily.
“What I'm doing now... is indirectly teaching you that act. When you feel this good sensation, the 'baby seed' inside you will come out. And if that seed enters a woman's body, she can have a baby...”
“With you... Mother...?”
Her hand froze at my naive question. Panic clear on her face, she hurriedly corrected herself.
“N-No! Not having a baby with me! This is just... education! So you can understand and control your body properly...!”
Her excuse wavered. And that wavering, that flustered expression, only stimulated something inside me more fiercely. Waves of pleasure surged up my spine to my brain. I couldn't hold back anymore.
“Ugh, I'm gonna cum, Mother...! I can't...!”
“...Do it.”
Finally, she seemed to give in, murmuring permission. Her voice was laced with resignation and excitement.
“Cum, Ihyeon. All of it here.”
Those words were the signal.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Sploosh!
Urk.
My body arched like a bow.
An inhuman volume of semen erupted in thick ropes. The dense, hot white fluid coated her hand and wrist, dripping onto the cold marble floor, leaving obscene stains.
Even after the prolonged ejaculation, the sticky fluid clung to Mother's hand and arm, refusing to fall easily, filling the steamy bathroom with its intense, musky scent—fishy yet sweet, primal male essence. Staring at the thick white globs on her arm, she muttered in disbelief.
“Already... this much...? What will you become when you grow up...?”
But what shocked her even more came next. Expecting it to soften after cumming, my cock remained rigidly erect.
Mother's gaze returned there.
“...Your stamina is incredible too.”
A sigh of admiration or horror escaped her lips. As if making a grave decision, she took a deep breath. Her eyes no longer held the pure educator's gaze. Curiosity, excitement, and irresistible instinct swirled dangerously.
“This won't do.”
She stood, pulling me up with her. Then she cupped her voluptuous, massive breasts with both hands. The heavy mounds, too large for one hand, formed an even deeper cleavage in her grasp.
“Mother's breasts... will milk you dry.”
With those words, she slipped my hot, rigid pillar between the soft, warm flesh.
Squish—.
The soft, hot, heavy flesh swallowed my burning shaft whole. Mother's breasts were warmer and softer than imagined. The squeezing from both sides was an inescapable prison of pleasure.
Too massive to fully envelop, my glans protruded grotesquely from the deep valley, glistening under the bathroom's humid light.
“I knew it was big, but... this long too?”
She watched me writhe in pleasure with a cute fondness, panting as she began moving her breasts up and down in earnest.
“Can't let a naughty thing like this loose on society without proper education.”
Her massive tits stroked my shaft with slick sounds. The soft flesh kneaded and squeezed my hard cock, sending shivers up my spine each time. I could only pant like a beast, hips shaking. Then, a clear, viscous fluid gushed from my tip. It trickled down her white cleavage like semen, forming a shiny trail.
She flinched, looking down at the fluid wetting her breasts.
“Hoo, already this much...”
She didn't stop. Continuing to stroke my shaft with her wet tits, she slowly lowered her head. Her soft, hot lips touched the protruding glans. With a smack, she sucked the tender flesh gently, licking with her tongue.
The soft breast pressure and hot lip teasing. Pleasure from both sides made my mind blur.
Squelch, squelch.
Each stroke of her breasts, each tease of her lips and tongue on my glans—I could only tremble and moan.
In that moment, a bestial urge dominated my mind.
‘I want to cover Mother's face with my mark, make it mine.’
Her surprised face, drenched in my hot fluid.
“Mother...!”
With my strangled cry, I came a second time.
Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! Spurt!
Mother was startled but didn't pull away. Instead, she instinctively took my glans deep into her mouth to catch every drop.
The hot white fluid shot straight into her mouth. Gulp, gulp. She desperately swallowed the overflowing semen. The massive load churned her soft tongue and palate stickily, pouring hot down her throat in an obscene display. Her cheeks bulged like they might burst.
Covering her mouth, she gulp, gulp ed it all down desperately. The intense sensation of the sticky fluid coating her tongue root and sliding down her throat was too much; she avoided my gaze, swallowing every last bit.
On her flushed cheek, which she tried to hide from my view, a single strand of my black pubic hair clung obscenely—from the earlier frenzy.