Chapter 48
Translator - Zofu
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The relationship between Si-woo and So-young became closer.
But not everything went smoothly.
The situation that Si-woo was worried about happened without fail and bothered Han So-young.
Trauma.
The mental shock of losing her husband and son to illness strangled Han So-young even at the slightest chance. When I was locked in my room, there were few things that brought back memories of the two people, and since there were so many things about the mansion and its surroundings, there were few instances where specific memories came to mind.
But it wasn't a village.
"Whoa...! Whoa...! Haa...!"
“Sister! Sister!”
“Gwa, it’s okay… Ha, it’s okay… Ugh! It’s okay… It’s okay… I have to…”
"......."
Si-woo's face hardened.
Although it is good to overcome trauma, there is no need to rush it.
I haven't asked her since the first day, but she didn't seem to have any intention of returning to active duty. Even if there is, there is no need to return immediately. In order for her to stand on the battlefield again and carry out her mission, she will need many preparations.
But for some reason, I felt impatience from Han So-young. It's as if they're saying that if we don't fix the trauma quickly, it will become a problem.
Si-woo thought this was due to some warriors' chronic illness.
'It was definitely there. Warriors who become impatient when doing something.'
This was a phenomenon that mainly appeared among good and responsible warriors.
They believe that good civilians will not be harmed if they perform their duties diligently. That's why I work harder when training and often overexert myself when performing missions. In his opinion, Han So-young was also in that category.
'I think I know the reason, but the problem is...'
That there is no suitable solution.
So-young has a pale face and is breathing heavily.
He seemed worried that if he left it like this, he might hyperventilate.
"......."
“Whoa... haa... haa....”
Actually, I thought I knew the most effective method.
Advice given by Han So-young’s butler just a few hours ago.
However, it was a word that was difficult to put into words. The age difference is barely more than one zodiac sign, and you can't even think of using that title to a pretty girl who you just called your sister. I thought it would be better to find another way.
“Ugh… Hmm… Ah, son…”
'Oh, shit.'
Si-woo, who was hit by a sudden blow, sighed inwardly. And with difficulty, I opened my mouth.
“Calm down...Mom....”
“Ha, hoo,...huh?”
Like a lie, her symptoms stopped.
Even Si-woo, who used his secret weapon, was embarrassed. So-young raised her head and was looking at him with blank eyes. The slightly sunken eyes showed that if the situation had been left just a little longer, it would have entered a truly dangerous situation.
“What did you say…?”
"No, that's... I'm sorry..."
“Can you sing it again… just one more time…?”
“Ah…”
Si-woo was overwhelmed by her force and almost apologized without realizing it, but So-young was not angry.
My heart pounded as I heard this title for the first time in three years. Although the age difference was large, it was enough to remind him of his own son, perhaps because of the name Han Si-woo. Other than that, their faces, personalities, and body types are different.
“Uh, mom...?”
“Yes… Yes… Yes, Mom… Mom… Hehehehe…”
"......."
So-young opens her arms and hugs Si-woo.
Si-woo couldn't react in any way to her sudden behavior.
Han So-young hugged him tightly, buried her face in his shoulder, and shed tears. Si-woo's voluptuous breasts pressed against Si-woo's chest, but he did not have any sexual desire or erection at the moment. I just felt sorry for her crying while repeating the names Lutz and Si-woo.
“It’s okay. Calm down, Mom.”
“Yes… yes…”
Si-woo also hugged her. He patted So-young on the back and calmed her down.
A moment later, So-young released her arms and fell away from him. Her face was bright red.
No matter how panicked she was, she cried sadly when Si-woo called her and said she was her mother, hugging a grown man. It was a very embarrassing experience.
“Are you okay?”
“Uh, uhh. Much…better.”
“I’m glad. I guess you had some memories here too.”
Si-woo stood up, looked around, and said.
An alleyway with nothing special.
Sensing that she was embarrassed, he changed the subject, but this time he made a bad choice. What dwelled in the alley was not memories, but her regret.
"...I collapsed here. ...Luts."
"Ah... I'm sorry. I didn't even know that..."
Si-woo's face turned white. I never thought something like that would happen.
Certainly, that was the understanding she showed just now. Compared to the several panics I've seen so far, the situation is especially bad. I never thought something like that would happen here. He thought he would have to be a little more careful next time.
“I brought the child here. Lutz wasn’t feeling well, so I tried to rest with him for a while, but the imperial humans kept following me.”
"......."
“I was hiding like that when I suddenly collapsed.”
She sits down on the floor and talks to herself in a self-deprecating manner.
Si-woo looked at So-young like that and couldn't say anything.
“I know. It was just bad timing. But... strangely enough, I regretted it so much. I wondered if... maybe my actions had contributed to his relapse.”
“Sister So-young....”
“Ha. I feel better after crying.”
So-young stood up and dusted off the dust on her butt. The sight of doing things by hand that could have used magic felt somewhat easy-going and yet sad.
“Should we go back soon? If we go quickly, we can have dinner a little after 7 o’clock.”
“...Okay. Let’s go.”
Seeing Si-woo suppressing his sadness, he was unable to say anything.
It's only a little better, but it's still not enough to shake off the pain and trauma in her heart. It was very sad to see So-young trying to pretend that everything was okay, but I was cautious about saying something to her.
‘Let’s become closer little by little. If you do that, there will be a chance.'
Even when returning to the mansion, I used walking.
“Sister. Well, I have a question….”
“Tsk.”
"yes?"
“Now that I’m out of town, I’m an emoji again.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Well... what do you do, I, uh, mom too... ah, no.”
So-young spoke hesitantly, looking at Si-woo's thoughts, and then gave up.
This was because I could see him making a puzzled expression before he even took out his mother's expression. Who could say the word ‘mother’ to someone else? Si-woo felt very awkward for a few days when he was called aunt.
'Still... I want to hear it again...'
“Well, what are you curious about?”
“Ah. It’s a bit awkward to say this, but… I was wondering why you mentioned my name when you were crying earlier.”
“Oh, that? That’s… um….”
She thought for a moment.
If I tell him the reason, I wonder if it will be misunderstood or Si-woo will get cold feet. It may not seem like such a strange reason, but you never know.
“Well, the name Si-woo... is the name I was planning to give my son. If I were to give him a Korean name as well. Why, isn’t that the same for children who are of mixed Eastern and Western descent? I also give him both names.”
“Then sister… no, my aunt’s last name is Han….”
“Yes. I tried to name him Han Si-woo. I even called him that a few times.”
A completely understandable reason.
Si-woo nodded. I didn't think it was that strange.
On the contrary, I felt really lucky. I can't believe it's the same as my son's Korean name. Coincidentally, the last names are the same. So, it seemed no surprise that So-young thought of her own son when she heard the name Han Si-woo.
'But it's still a bit awkward to call her mom...'
If you think about it, it was the day Morgetz's artwork was decorated in the mansion. That seemed to be the reason why she wanted to immediately stop talking and call him Si-woo. So, she probably wants to be called mom rather than aunt.
“I didn’t know there was a reason for that.”
“Yeah... Ho, you don’t think it’s strange, do you? I don’t really have anything like that...”
“Oh, no. That could be true.”
“Right, right?!”
Han So-young is visibly pleased and likes her.
It was quite a sight to see a beautiful woman enjoying herself with her glossy black hair. Seeing her breasts bouncing and shaking just by lightly jumping, regardless of how she was dressed, reminded her of the feeling of when she hugged him, which tormented him.
'Damn it... Calm down, calm down. Han Si-woo....'
Without even knowing it, So-young secretly held his hand and smiled.
Her eyes towards Si-woo were filled with maternal love, as if she was looking at her real son, rather than rationality. Knowing this, Si-woo also tried to refrain from being conscious of it, but it was not an easy task.
'Why put me through this ordeal....'
“Si-woo?”
“Ah, yes, aunt.”
“Hehe. No. I just called~.”
“Yes…”
She seemed very happy.
Si-woo didn't know if it was because he was talking about Si-woo's name, or because he was told that it was his mother.
But after spending another week living with her at her mansion, I was able to come to a clear realization. It was clearly the latter.
“Si-woo. Why don’t we make a bet?”
“A bet?”
"huh."
“What bet?”
"Once you win, grant your opponent one wish! The content of the bet is..."
“I will do it, as long as your wish is not to call me mom.”
“...Tch.”
In this way, So-young explicitly hoped that from that day on, she would be called mom by him. So far, it's just cute, so Shiwoo can get over it, but he can't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
Of course, she didn't show it outwardly, but by the fifth day, Friday, she seemed to have noticed it and started to control herself. Although I still felt regretful about not being able to call her mom.
One time, I pretended to make a mistake and called her mother.
My mother was embarrassed, but it was still worth it for her to do it.
“Mother. To eat… ah.”
“...Call me mom again.”
“...Aunt. Please come down to eat.”
"joy."
Due to So-young's attitude that her mother did not tolerate, the title was fixed as aunt again.
The first advisor that came to mind was Elaine.
"...what do you think about it?"
“Um, churrup… hmm… haa…♥”
“Elaine? Don’t suck too hard…”
“Oh, I’m sorry♡ But Si-woo’s dick is so delicious… Is it because I see your face every week? It’s so… Ugh, it’s delicious♥”
"......."
A pink-haired saintess was kneeling on the floor, burying her face between her legs, and muttering.
Perhaps because we didn't see each other often, her eyes were full of ecstasy. The expression on his face was so lewd that even though he had already ejaculated three times before, his dick couldn't calm down.
Hildear, who came to his room late, also crawled on the floor with a pink expression. It was interesting to see her spread Si-woo's legs slightly wider and push Elaine to settle down, as it was a contrast to her awkward attitude towards Elaine in the beginning.
“Hmm, I think if I call Aunt So-young ‘mom’, we’ll become closer, but it’s still embarrassing.”
“Hmph. Hmph... ♡ Let’s do whatever is convenient for you, Si-woo. It’s not something that needs to be finished in a hurry anyway, chuuup♥ ...isn’t it?”
“I guess so? Thank you, Hilde.”
"Ha, no, yes, you.... Jjook, side...♥"
Two women full of lust seen below.
Si-woo instantly thought of Han So-young. I quickly tried to shake it off, but unlike usual, it wasn't that easy. The sight of her inner flesh and soft touch that I occasionally saw kept lingering in my mind.
‘Okay. Is it frustration? But I missed it a few times today... I don't know what's wrong.'
It was three days later that he found out the reason.
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