Chapter 2
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: The System's Clear Demand: Rape
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The system wanted clear-cut rape.
The system in Eat Them All was always favorable to the protagonist.
It provided not just basic info on targets, but detailed tips on how to get them to spread their legs.
And those sudden missions that always popped up at just the right time? They were nothing more than one-off events where the author conveniently showered the story with items to push the plot forward.
In the original story I knew, that was the system's entire purpose—the most basic function of all.
Rape 'Mom' Choi Ji-eun.
Reward: None
⚠️ Penalty: The world will be destroyed. ⚠️
But the sudden mission right in front of me pointed in a direction I never could have imagined.
Setting aside the coercive nature of something like rape, it had a penalty I'd never seen before.
An absurd one at that, like the world ending.
"Son, you don't have an appetite?"
"Ah, yeah, no."
"You just woke up, so you're still a bit out of it?"
No matter that it was just a novel, and she wasn't my real mom—even so, jumping straight to rape felt too extreme.
At least there didn't seem to be a time limit—
Remaining Time: 23 hours 57 minutes
"Ha... hff..."
The moment the thought crossed my mind, it even kindly displayed the time limit.
The system seemed desperate for me to rape "Mom."
"Pull yourself together and eat already."
Choi Ji-eun smiled brightly, oblivious as she piled side dishes onto my rice.
She even nodded at me to hurry up and eat.
"Hmph! All you do is sleep away in this dump—think you'd have an appetite?"
"Oh, come on. Not at your brother again."
"Just shove him into cram school already? Watching this is frustrating."
"Aigoo, won't your son handle it just fine on his own? Right?"
"Uh... yeah, sure."
From the conversation, I could roughly gauge the timeline.
It was probably right before the protagonist entered cram school for his retake year—before the original story even began.
"If he could handle it himself, he wouldn't be sitting there like this."
Park Seo-hyun's sharp criticism continued, but it didn't faze me one bit.
The pathetic original protagonist just couldn't handle the nagging from her and Park Su-ji, so he threw himself into cram school.
Park Su-ji, who usually joined in, flushed slightly for some reason and avoided my gaze.
She was probably still bothered by what happened that morning.
"...I'm heading out first. Got a ton of homework."
"Not eating more?"
"Yeah... I'm full..."
Whether it was because of me or not, she abruptly stood and vanished into her room.
"I've got class this morning too, so I'm off. Mom, I'll be late tonight, so don't worry about dinner."
"Again? Come home early for once."
"Hmph. I'm an adult now, you know?"
Choi Ji-eun shook her head with a disapproving look, but Park Seo-hyun ignored it and bolted out like a shot.
"Sigh, has Seo-hyun got a boyfriend or something? She's been coming home late a lot lately."
"Well... all twenty-year-olds are like that."
I considered sharing the good news that she was still a virgin, but decided against it and shut my mouth.
Anyway, even if unintentional, it left just me and Choi Ji-eun alone—not a bad outcome.
"Um, Mom."
"What is it? Want more rice?"
"No, rice is fine... but, uh, me and..."
The sudden mission to rape Choi Ji-eun was something I secretly wanted anyway, and given our relative "sizes," it'd be like taking candy from a baby.
With the system as an excuse, I had no reason to hold back.
"Why stop mid-sentence?"
"Uh... well..."
I had to prevent the world from ending somehow, so maybe she'd understand getting raped.
"Haa... never mind."
"So picky. Here, eat this too."
My hips twitched.
My dick was already primed for insertion, straining like it might rip through my pants any second.
"I'm heading out~"
"Okay. Be careful. Don't stay out too late."
If Park Seo-hyun in her changed clothes hadn't come out just then, I might've pounced right away.
Park Su-ji followed soon after, her eyes seeming to scan my body.
"...I'm going too."
"Didn't you say no class today?"
"Homework... I'll do it outside."
"Got it. Dinner?"
"...I'll eat at home. Heading out."
It wasn't on purpose, but getting caught with my persistent erection felt weird.
Park Su-ji startled and hurried out too, leaving me convinced the stage was perfectly set for me.
"Looks like it's just you and me this morning, son?"
"Ah, yeah."
......Should I just rape her right here? With her favorability maxed out toward me, she probably wouldn't even report it.
If the world ended tomorrow anyway, jail might be better.
And who knows—maybe "Mom" had a rape fantasy about her "son."
Of course, I wasn't betting on that slim chance alone.
The system window had always been overwhelmingly helpful to the protagonist, so I didn't think it was asking for something impossible.
That tiny faith, plus the regret of just staring at the mouthwateringly delicious Choi Ji-eun—it was too much to pass up.
"Uh, Mom. Want me to rub your shoulders?"
"...Out of nowhere? What's gotten into you, son?"
"Does a son need a reason to massage his mom?"
"Hoho, alright then, thanks."
Mom, son—the titles felt awkward.
Even if she wasn't my real mom, just swapping labels stirred a delicious sense of taboo.
Besides, the DNA in this body was undeniably her biological son's.
"...Loosen up your shoulders a bit."
"Hng... Okay..."
Just placing my hands there drew out a lewd little moan.
Pressing my fingers into her shoulders made her tremble and spasm lightly.
"Ha... haaang..."
"...Ticklish?"
"H-hng... aaang... Go easy, just a little..."
It was unmistakably a moan.
Not the kind from enduring pain, but the kind a woman makes when writhing in pleasure.
"Ah... yeah. Sorry."
"Heup, eung..."
Choi Ji-eun seemed startled by her own moan and clamped a hand over her mouth.
She trembled, desperately swallowing back more.
"Your shoulders are really tense..."
"H-hng... Really...?"
Of course, I knew jack about massages.
I was just throwing out vague stuff I'd heard somewhere while kneading her body.
"Your forearms are tense too."
Plump yet firm forearms.
"Hng... Th-that spot's kinda ticklish..."
"Hang in there a bit."
I slipped my hands between her armpits next.
Gripping and kneading the soft inner flesh.
"H-h-hng..."
"Hurt?"
"N-nooo... Not pain!"
Calling this a massage pricked my conscience.
It looked way more like foreplay or caressing.
"Haaang..."
As her moans grew louder, I checked the system window just in case.
Tip: Rape her. There is no other way than rape.
"Hmm..."
Favorability was still maxed, lust unchanged.
The tip stuck to "rape," no progress.
"Ha, haang... Ah, son...! Heup!"
But what was with this reaction?
Even lightly brushing her breast with my palm got no resistance—just the same response.
No, she was twisting her body, writhing her hips like she was begging to be fucked, yet the numbers didn't budge.
"...Mom, seems tense here too?"
"Hng...! N-not there..."
When I openly cupped her breast with my palm, "Mom" finally startled.
Though she just gripped my wrist and repeated "not there" like a parrot.
"Why? It's just your son touching your tits—can't I?"
"Y-you're all grown up now... You're too old for Mommy's boobs...?"
"Then just for a bit?"
"...W-well... Haaang, just a quick touch..."
Was I fooled by the system, or was it the protagonist's insane plot armor? No clue.
It didn't seem headed for incest at all, but the vibe now? She'd probably nod if I asked to stick it in just once.
"How's it feel with your son rubbing your tits? Loosening up?"
"Hng! D-don't ask that..."
Through the flimsy nightgown, soft flesh rippled under my hand.
So jiggly my fingers sank deep into her breast.
Gaining confidence, I started subtly grinding my crotch against her back.
The chair back meant mostly poking her armpits, and each jab made her twitch cutely.
"Ah, son... Something hard keeps poking from behind..."
"Ah... Sorry. Morning wood."
"...I-is that so? Well, can't be helped..."
"Mom. This area's tense too."
"Wh-where...?"
While groping her breast, I found the now-hard nipple and pinched.
"Kyaaaang...! N-nooo... Not there, haang!"
"When it's this hard?"
She grabbed my wrist again.
Begging in a pleading voice.
"S-son... Really, not here..."
I rolled the nipple gently with my fingers.
"Why not?"
"Haaaang!"
A death-rattle moan erupted.
"Mom" panted like she might pass out, then bucked her hips.
"H-hng... N-no... Don't look..."
A trickle sounded from between "Mom's" legs.
Followed by steady drips of liquid hitting the floor.
"Haa..."
The table was fully set.
Ridiculously, a bit of tit play had ended it before any real.
A touch anticlimactic, even disappointing.
Should I cum? I gripped my pants, pondering.
But what if she resists violently? Then I'd have to sweet-talk or force rape.
"Ah!"
A bad thought hit me.
There was a potential snag here.
If we ended up having consensual sex, it wouldn't count as rape.
The system wanted clear rape.
Anxious, I moved in front of "Mom."
Grabbing her soaked crotch—pussy juice or piss or whatever—and spread her legs aside.
"Kyaaaang...!"
No resistance; they parted smoothly.
"Mom" covered her face in shame.
But only her face—she stayed still.
When I reached for her ass next, she even lifted her hips slightly.
As if inviting me to slip off her panties easily.