A Harmonious Family...?
Sunlight slipping through the tiniest gap in the curtains lands perfectly on my eyelids. I scrunch my face, trying to block the stabbing brightness, but the damage is already done—sleep is gone.
"...Ugh..."
When I finally manage to pry my heavy, sleep-crusted lids open, an unfamiliar space greets me. The strange room layout, the neatly arranged furniture, the pillow under my head, and the blanket that carries a faint, sweet scent. Where the hell am I...
"Oh, Woo-joo, you're awake? You got up faster than I expected."
"...Noona?"
I push myself up with arms that still refuse to cooperate, and from across the room Hyemi noona emerges from the bathroom. She's toweling her wet hair, a large bath towel wrapped around her body, and she drops down beside me with a casual thud. The moment she gets close, the warm, humid scent of shampoo floods my senses.
Come to think of it, we spent all day at her place yesterday... and then I just passed out...
"Noona, what time is it?"
"Hmm? Probably around nine-thirty. Why?"
I grab my phone and light up the screen. The lock screen is crowded with notifications—twelve missed calls from Mom, nine texts, and two missed calls from Jae-hyuk. I'd completely forgotten to let them know I'd be staying out.
I can already picture Dad waiting at the door with a pool cue in his hands. The mental image makes my stomach drop.
"Woo-joo, your face is completely pale. You're even breaking out in cold sweat. Did you have a nightmare?"
"Not exactly. I'm just scared, that's all."
As Hyemi noona said, I wipe the cold sweat from my forehead and grip the phone with both hands. What now? Should I call first and beg for mercy? Or is it already too late? No—there's that saying about how the moment you think it's too late is actually the best time to act. Maybe—
Bzzzzt——
"Kyaaak!"
"Oh my god, you scared me! Was that you, Woo-joo?"
I'd been staring at Dad's number, trapped in an endless loop of anxiety, when the phone suddenly vibrated in my palm. The word Dad flashed on screen and I yelped like a little girl, dropping the device.
I'm fucked. I'm so fucked. Completely fucked.
Clutching my chest through my shirt to keep my heart from exploding, I answer before the vibration stops.
"H-hello?"
'Where are you?'
The voice coming through the slim smartphone is calm, steady, and utterly devoid of tremor—yet the quiet fury beneath it is unmistakable. I'd picked up thinking I had to answer before he hung up, but now I have no idea what to say to that simple question.
What the hell was I thinking? If I say, 'I'm at my senior's house from school,' the next question will definitely be, 'Is your senior a girl?' And then what? 'Yes, we had drinks and spent a hot night together'? Only a lunatic would say that.
"Uh... Dad, yesterday I—"
'Where are you? Just answer that.'
I stutter and scratch at my scalp so hard it feels like it'll peel right off. I need an excuse, Choi Woo-joo. Something that keeps me alive. What do I say? What...
"That's—"
After agonizing for what feels like forever, my lips move on their own. But before the words can reach the receiver, someone snatches the phone from my hand.
"Ah, hello, Father~ It's nice to meet you. Our daughter, who is your son's senior, received some help from him."
Before pressing the phone to her ear, she clears her throat with a soft 'ahem' and speaks in a charming, lilting voice. It's Hyemi noona's mother.
"Ah, yes. My name is Yang Suhyun. I heard that a while ago your son took our very drunk daughter home~ I was so grateful that I insisted on buying him a drink last night, but it seems I caused you unnecessary worry. I'm truly sorry."
She smiles brightly as she apologizes to Dad. From the other end, his voice sounds slightly awkward.
"No, no~ I'm the one who should apologize. Really, I'm sorry. I won't let this happen again. Yes, yesss~ Oh my, I'm the one who's grateful. Yes, I understand. Take care, Father~ ...All done. Here you go."
"Uh... Th-thank you..."
The moment the call with Dad ends, her tone shifts back to one laced with clear annoyance as she tosses the phone to me. Is it really over? That easily? Dad's anger just... vanished?
Still half-doubting, I turn my stiff neck toward Hyemi noona, but she simply offers me a sweet smile.
"My mom has picked up a lot of skills over twenty years of handling all sorts of situations. Until a few years ago she worked at a call center."
"Ah..."
I watch her mother yawn while pulling a bottle of water from the fridge, letting out a gasp filled with both understanding and respect.
But wait... yesterday, Hyemi noona's mother was definitely...
It didn't take long for a creeping sense of unease to spread through the relief that had filled my eyes. The mother, still leaning against the refrigerator and drinking straight from the plastic bottle, notices my stare and turns to face me.
"...Ahaha, what's the matter, son? Don't just sit there—go wash up quickly so we can eat. You'll need your strength...♡"
"......."
Behind that refreshing smile, she deliberately radiates an unmistakable sensuality, narrowing her bright jade-colored eyes.
"How is it? Does the food suit your taste? I'm pretty good at making dried pollack soup."
"Yes, it's delicious."
"Don't be so tense. After everything we saw last night, why are you acting so stiff?"
"Cough!"
I'm sandwiched between Hyemi noona and her mother, the three of us sharing a late breakfast. I can't even tell if the rice is going into my mouth or straight up my nose. This seat feels like a bed of thorns.
The film had cut off awkwardly last night, leaving my memories of dawn fragmented. How the hell did things turn out like this again...
"Um... Mother, you've become a Saintess as well, right?"
"Huh? Well... yeah, I suppose I have. Ah, but don't worry. After giving birth to Hyemi, no one has touched this hole. Was I useful?"
"Ah, no... that's not what I was asking..."
She casually drops filthy lines while eating. Is this the influence of becoming a Saintess, or was she always like this? I'm genuinely starting to wonder.
"Aww, but now that Mom's a Saintess, it must've felt way better than a normal pussy."
"Right? When I woke up this morning I felt twenty years younger. My body feels so light. I don't remember it clearly, but last night felt incredible, son. You were really good."
"See? Doing it with Woo-joo feels amazing, doesn't it, Mom?"
"I told you I don't remember it well. So, son, if you have some time left... how about it? I'm confident I can do it even better than Hyemi. This time I'll squeeze out so much...♡"
"Can we please talk after we finish eating? My head's spinning—must be the leftover hangover."
It has to be the alcohol still in my system, right? I rub my throbbing temples and lift another spoonful of soup to my mouth.
The synergy between these two open, liberated women is far more terrifying than I imagined. There must be some mother-daughter connection at play; the way they can mentally pummel a third party with nothing but conversation is impressive in its own horrifying way...
"Anyway, come over whenever you have time. You can play with the other girls here too, but you have to play with me as well, okay?"
"...What is this?"
Mother tosses a black card onto the table while I'm still chewing with a spoon in my mouth. Come over? Where? I set the spoon down and flip the card around. The number '402' is printed in the center, and beneath it, in gold letters: myth motel.
"...'Myth Motel'?"
"Oh, as expected of an English Education major!"
"Mom, even elementary kids can read that these days."
The two of them burst into laughter as they hand me what looks like a motel key card.
"Um... why are you giving this to me? Is it really okay?"
"Why wouldn't it be? I'm the owner of that motel. It's the suite key I stashed away for when I want to slack off. Feel free to use it whenever you want to play with the other girls. I won't charge you, but in return... you know what I want, right?"
"........"
I don't even know where to begin picking this apart. The motel owner uses her own suite as a personal hideout for slacking off? And she keeps it hidden so regular guests can't use it?
"Didn't I tell you, Woo-joo? That my mom runs a motel. I think I asked you to take me there the night I got completely wasted."
"You didn't."
"Oh, I didn't?"
.....
I thought they only resembled each other on the surface. I had no idea they were this alike on the inside too. They really are mother and daughter.
I let out a hollow laugh of resignation and set down my empty bowl and spoon.
"Thank you for the meal..."
I stand up to gather the dishes and take them to the sink.
"Wait. Before that."
"Whoa?!"
Almost simultaneously, Mother rises, snatches the bowls from my hands, and shoves me onto the bed.
"I heard from Hyemi while you were sleeping. You barely touch the other Saintesses, right? What happened at dawn yesterday was just because of the alcohol. Can someone like that really be the 'Master of the Saintesses'? For a man born with..."
"Huh? What are you suddenly—ugh!"
"What I'm saying is, it's such a shame that you were born with something this wonderful yet act so unmanly...♡"
My body sprawled across the bed, her foot presses against my groin. Through the thin pants I feel the perfect weight and pressure, the fabric brushing against my glans sending a shiver like electricity through me.
"Ugh, M-Mother...! Stop—mmph?!"
As I try to straighten my rigidly tensed body to overcome the pleasure, something black covers my vision—Hyemi noona's ass in dolphin shorts.
A hot, fragrant scent fills my nose. Oxygen deprivation slowly clouds my judgment.
"I'm sorry, Woo-joo. I hope you understand this is all for you. Before you get into danger, 'we' will always milk you dry, so you can relax and surrender your body to us♡"
The soft, sweet-smelling ass covering my face. Thanks to Mother slowly peeling my pants down with her foot, even in my hazy state I can vividly feel my cock beginning to burn with heat in the cold air.