A Daughter's Gift
"Yeah, so he's basically a close younger friend, right? Not in that kind of relationship with my daughter? What's your name?"
"...Choi Woo-joo."
"That's a pretty name~ Did you do your military service? Same major as Hyemi?"
I sat up straight and answered the questions her mother fired at me after she casually pulled a beer from the fridge and sat down between us, one on each side.
"I was discharged a few months ago and went back to school. And no, I'm not in the same department as her..."
She let out a bright laugh. Her face was the spitting image of Hyemi's, which somehow made her even more intimidating.
"Got a girlfriend?"
"...No, ma'am."
"Figured as much. So why are you here?"
"Sorry?"
Her playful smile vanished. She set the beer can down with a serious expression.
"Look, I know my daughter has a boyfriend. But here I am, walking in on a random guy drinking alone with her in her one-room apartment. As her mother, I can't help but worry. Can you understand that?"
"...Yes, I understand completely."
Her eyes bored into me, making her suspicion crystal clear. Her mouth smiled, but those cold eyes pierced right through me. Of course I understood. Her daughter, living independently, had been caught drinking alone with a man in a closed space. Any parent would be concerned.
I had to clear up the misunderstanding somehow... but I had no idea what to say. It felt like I was sitting on a bed of thorns, the cold atmosphere pressing down on my shoulders.
"Well, the thing is..."
Staying silent would never thaw this frozen mood. I needed to explain things properly so she wouldn't worry about Hyemi.
"Mom, I broke up with that guy."
"What? Why?!"
I finally lifted my head and opened my mouth, but her mother turned to Hyemi instead.
"It's no big deal. He cheated on me with a junior from our department. So I ended it yesterday. And Woo-joo came over because I needed someone to talk to. He's a really good guy! You can trust him."
"...So when you said you were bringing someone to introduce today, you didn't mean your boyfriend?"
"Nope. This is him. Choi Woo-joo. He helped me a lot when I was struggling with all that."
"........."
Our eyes met again. Her mother's face clearly said 'I fucked up.' She scratched her head awkwardly with a pale face and forced a smile.
"...I am terribly sorry."
"No, no, please, it's fine. You don't have to bow like that."
She repeated what I'd said at the front door earlier and dropped into a deep bow. I quickly stopped her as she kept muttering "I'm sorry" with her head down, while Hyemi clutched her stomach laughing like she'd seen the funniest thing in the world.
"English Education department?! So... you can talk with foreigners and everything?"
"I'm not fluent yet, but I can handle basic conversation."
"Wow... you must be smart. Hyemi couldn't even read Korean properly until she was seven."
Hyemi grinned at the word 'Mom' that carried so many meanings, but her mother ignored her and draped an arm around my shoulders. She'd been drinking quickly, and her energy was rising. The questions came faster than before, and I'd been answering nonstop. Up close like this, she really did look younger... Hyemi was twenty-three, so her mother had to be over forty no matter how young she seemed. Yet there wasn't a single wrinkle on her face. If anything, she just looked a bit more mature than Hyemi. If you stood the mother and daughter in front of strangers and asked them to guess the relationship, nine out of ten would say they were sisters. She had that kind of youthful face.
"...Is there something on my face? You've been staring for a while."
"Ah, s-sorry. You're just so youthful and look exactly like Hyemi that I..."
Before I could even finish, her eyes sparkled and she pressed closer. My back hit the wall, but she leaned in even more.
"Youthful? Oho... Then how old do I look?"
I realized too late that I'd given the wrong answer. This was the kind of question that was impossible to get right, like choosing between mom or dad.
"Mom's always been on the young side. It was hard when I was little."
"...Any hints?"
I looked hopefully at Hyemi, who was just nodding along like this was all entertainment, but—
"A hint? Hmm... you're thinking younger than she actually is."
Of course that was useless. Younger than I was thinking? What age would that even be?
I looked again at the expectant face right in front of me. The face that resembled her daughter's. Those sparkling eyes. In situations like this, the correct answer was to guess as low as possible even if it seemed ridiculous.
"...Thirty-four?"
"Ahaha, what are you saying? You're just flattering me, aren't you?"
"Ha, hahaha..."
She said that, but she looked absolutely delighted. It really hit me that she was Hyemi's mother—the light personality, the refreshing attitude. Even with an age gap, she seemed like someone I could get along with easily.
"Then, if you'll forgive me asking, what's the real answer?"
I asked lightly without thinking.
"Yep. Your auntie here turns thirty-nine this year. Next year the first digit changes to four~"
"Aack! I was feeling good, don't say that!!"
Hyemi's mother drank with a bitter smile after her real age was revealed, while Hyemi teased her and laughed. The two of them were clearly enjoying the situation, playfully bickering. I was the only one who couldn't laugh.
"...Thirty-nine?"
My mind raced at the number that was much lower than I'd expected. No matter how many times I calculated it, if her mother had given birth to Hyemi at that age...
She would have been seventeen.
"...I... see."
"You look like you have something to say. What, are you surprised she's younger than you thought?"
"A little."
Still, I didn't dwell on it. Everyone had their own circumstances. I'd even seen news reports about how young parents were becoming more common these days. This was...
"Mom really is amazing. She raised me all by herself without Dad."
"...Sorry?"
Hyemi dropped that bombshell so casually.
"Right? I got scolded so much by your grandfather back then."
And her mother accepted it without any shame, laughing brightly. The mother and daughter were so alike—even their extremely cool personalities were identical.
"Then what about your father..."
"I don't even know who he is. Mom never told me."
"Of course not! Why would I tell you about a guy who got scared and ran away the moment he found out his girlfriend was pregnant? I felt too sorry for you to make you grow up with a father like that. I have no intention of looking for him now either."
"......"
I hadn't meant to hear so much. When I was seventeen, all I did was hang out at PC cafes with friends without thinking about the future. But the woman in front of me had given birth to Hyemi and lived as a mother. Seeing how she'd raised a daughter who was loved by everyone without any sharp edges, she must be incredibly strong.
"...This is just drunk talk, but thank you so much, Mom. You've been through a lot."
Hyemi expressed her gratitude in a warm, calm voice. I took a step back and quietly sipped my beer. This felt like a moment I shouldn't intrude on, so I stayed silent...
"Ugh, what are you saying all of a sudden? It's gross. Forget it. Are there any more beers?"
"Actually, I prepared a gift for you, Mom. I'm sure, I'm sure you'll like it."
"Oh, what is it? If you've got something, bring it out quic—"
The warm atmosphere continued.
"Ta-da!"
"...?!"
Until Hyemi pulled out the white mask she'd hidden behind her back.
The moment I saw the white mask in her hand, I reached straight for my bag in the corner. I opened it like I was going to rip the zipper off, but the mask wasn't there. When did she—?
"Here, Mom."
"What is this? A drinking cup? Come on... I've heard young people these days like retro stuff, but this is too old-fashioned. A wooden cup? You're bringing me something I never even saw when I was young~"
"Hehe... Don't say that, take a closer look. What does it say..."
"What does it say? It looks like scribbles I can't even rea... d..."
She'd been spinning what she thought was a wooden cup in her hand, but her eyes finally caught the letters.
The ancient characters glowed with an eerie light.
⟨ Surrender ⟩
They weren't English, German, or any language from a distant country. As she read those characters, her mother's eyes began to grow hazy.
Hyemi leaned close to her mother's ear and whispered as if she'd been waiting for this moment.
"Mom, do you know what you need to do...?"
"...I don't really know, but somehow... I feel like I need to put this on my face..."
"Correct~♡"
As her mother slowly moved her hands to cover her face that looked just like Hyemi's with the mask, Hyemi grabbed those hands and pressed the mask firmly onto her own mother's face.
"Mmph?! Uh... mmph, ugh, mm—"
Her mother seemed momentarily confused and jerked her waist. Then the convulsions gradually subsided until they stopped completely. And that's when the change began.
"Here, Woo-joo. This one belongs to you now too."
"What...? Hyemi, that's your mother... What the hell is this..."
I was too shocked. My lungs heaved violently in the suddenly transformed atmosphere of the room. My tongue wouldn't move properly, making me stutter, and my hands waved uselessly in the air. But Hyemi just shrugged like there was nothing wrong with it. Her hidden jade-green eyes sparkled as she spoke.
"Yeah, I know that too. That's exactly why I put the mask on her. She's my mom, after all. Hehe, it's a bit embarrassing to say with my own mouth, but my mom looks just like me so she's really pretty, right? There are some differences too, so it'll be fun to compare while I enjoy her... That's why I chose her. I thought my mom would be more than enough to please you."
"........."
I was speechless. It was obvious what her answer would be even if I said this was wrong.
"...Ah, sorry. Did I get ahead of myself again? Then could you wait a bit? While you're getting ready, I need to help prepare Mom♡"
Leaving me frozen like ice, Hyemi pulled her masked mother by the hand and laid her on the bed. She stripped the pants off her mother, who lay there like a puppet with its strings cut, then pulled aside the panties to reveal a pussy with a neat patch of hair.
"See? It's a pussy that's never been used even once since giving birth to me♡ I'll get it ready right away! Aah...♡"
Hyemi spread her mouth wide, extended her wriggling tongue, and casually pushed it into the hole she'd come out of.
"Chuuup, slurp, mmmhehe... chuuuup, mmm..."
".............."
The sounds of tongues and pussy membranes, saliva and love juices mixing together echoed through the room. Her mother's body twitched at the sensation she hadn't felt in so long, but she didn't let out a single moan. Even though her own daughter was ravishing her pussy.
"Puhah...♡ There! A completely loose and sloppy hole, ready! I'm sure it'll feel amazing...♡"
Hyemi licked the love juices from the corner of her mouth with her long tongue, then shoved her fingers in and spread the pussy wide open for me. The mixture of her saliva and her mother's nectar formed sticky strings between ceiling and floor, and the dark interior of that meat hole was clearly visible.
"...Hyemi, this is..."
"It's fine. This is your exclusive hole now! So use it whenever you're ready♡"
Her gaze dropped downward. To the place where my cock, which had lost even the heat from the alcohol, now stood rock hard. My breathing grew rough. Something like the drunkenness that had subsided surged back up. The guilt and self-loathing that had stained my mind felt like it was being washed clean away. What replaced it was pure greed—the desire to possess something.
".........."
My hand moved downward and opened my pants zipper. I climbed onto the bed where the mother and daughter lay, my towering cock throbbing with need.