Somehow I Ended Up Doing It With My Stepmom
When pain, suppressed lust, and the primal terror of permanently losing my manhood and becoming a eunuch all mixed together, things like shame or moral scruples became nothing more than luxuries I could throw to the dogs.
“Mom! I’m really gonna die like this! No—I’ll become a eunuch, never get married, and end up freeloading off you for the rest of my life!”
“Wh-wh-what?! Aaaaah! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
I howled like a wild beast and kicked off the military pants and underwear still half-draped around my ankles in one violent motion. Next I yanked the olive-drab short-sleeve T-shirt over my head and flung it away, until at last a perfect naked body—straight out of the Garden of Eden—stood revealed in the middle of the sunlit room.
Whoosh—!
Freed from every last restraint, my massive Black Flame Dragon reared its head even more arrogantly than before, flaunting a fiercer, more savage presence. Every time the thick red pillar, veins bulging, throbbed in time with my pulse, the very air in the room seemed to grow sticky and fever-hot.
“Kyaaaaaaah! Y-you crazy bastard! Put your clothes back on this instant! My eyes are ruined!”
Hyo-jung’s face flushed crimson all the way down her neck as she hastily clapped both hands over her eyes. Yet the gaps between her fingers were as wide as the Pacific Ocean—was that just my imagination? Her gaze was locked dead-center on the vicious weapon between my legs, trembling with a mixture of pure shock and a strange, flickering curiosity.
Without a second’s hesitation I flattened myself on the floor, tears and snot streaming, and latched onto Hyo-jung’s smooth calves.
“Moooom! Please, just save me this once! I haven’t even properly enjoyed the outside world yet! I can’t end up a cripple like this!”
“Hey! Let go! Have you completely lost your mind?! I’m your mother—how dare you strip naked and rub yourself all over me, you disgusting little—!”
“We don’t even share a single drop of blood! You only showed up when I was eight and cooked me meals!”
“Y-you little shit! Is there anything you won’t say?!”
With every last filter of reason evaporated, unfiltered nonsense poured from my mouth like freestyle rap. I clamped onto her ankles like an animal and begged with raw desperation.
“Mom, your fingertips are so sharp and skilled! When I was little you dug out my earwax so perfectly it felt amazing! Can’t you just use those delicate hands to calm this thing down a little?! Huh?! Please! I’m seriously dying! You want to watch the blood vessels burst and turn this place into a sea of blood?!”
“Are earwax and that the same thing, you insane lunatic?! Ugh! Get it away! It’s—it’s touching me!”
As I clung to her naked like a leech, thrashing in pure agony, my raging tent pole brushed against the thin hem of her homewear skirt. She recoiled with a weird little “Hiiik!” of surprise, but I crawled after her like a zombie and latched onto her legs again.
And a little while later…
“Aigoo, what kind of fate is this?! What country did I sell out in my past life…!”
In the end Hyo-jung covered her burning-red face with both hands and heaved a sigh so deep it seemed the floor might give way. Her shoulders trembled, then she fixed me with a suddenly resolute expression.
“You… you… this is purely medical emergency treatment, got it?! Just try saying anything weird later. If you so much as open your mouth to your father, it won’t be necrosis—I’ll cut it off myself with my own two hands!”
“Of course! Mom, you’re the true Nightingale of this era! My savior, the savior of my life!”
I was so moved I looked ready to prostrate myself naked on the floor. Hyo-jung’s face was still beet-red as she shot a sidelong glance at the Black Flame Dragon standing at attention in front of me.
“Ugh, so disgusting…! What the hell did you eat to end up like this?!”
She carefully extended both trembling hands. A taut tension filled the room, as if she were a bomb-disposal tech about to snip the red wire of a time bomb that might explode in one second.
And then, at last.
Tak—.
“Ugh…!”
The instant Hyo-jung’s small, soft hand closed around my scorching-hot pillar, I nearly rolled my eyes back and foamed at the mouth.
“Hey, hey! Wh-what’s wrong?! Does it hurt?! Did it burst?!”
“N-no… it feels too good… I mean, I feel like I’m going to live…!”
“Shut your mouth and stay still! Before I just let go!”
At first her touch was endlessly clumsy and stiff. But the deft skill in her fingertips, honed by twelve years of every kind of housework and cooking, was no mere decoration.
The moment her tightly clenched hand began to move roughly up and down, tens of thousands of volts of electric pleasure shot straight down my spine.
Slick, slick, slick….
“Ah, Mom… a little more… a little faster… grip the base tighter too…!”
“Augh! Be quiet! What if the whole neighborhood hears?!”
Unable even to look straight at my thing, Hyo-jung kept her head turned sharply away while her hands worked busily. The white legs stretching out beneath her thin homewear skirt and the nape of her neck, flushed and tight with tension, burned themselves into my vision. Rough, intermittent breaths slipped from between her red lips.
“You… finish this quick. My arm’s killing me.”
“Kh… Mom, that delicate touch… it puts even the top aces in Gangnam to shame…!”
“You wanna die?”
Slap—!
Hyo-jung’s sharp smack cracked across my bare thigh, but against the extreme pleasure concentrated in my lower half it felt like nothing more than a playful feather touch.
The explosive energy of one year and six months that the Blue Pill had condensed was riding her hand and steadily climbing toward its boiling point.
I clenched both fists, clawing madly at the bedsheets, and surrendered my entire body to this miraculous “medical emergency treatment” my stepmother was performing.
And a little while later…
“Ah! It’s coming! Mom!!! It’s coming!!!”
“What? Yaaaah!!!!”
Pwaaah! Gush! Gush!
The majestic stream of life that arced across the narrow room poured down without a shred of mercy, bombarding Hyo-jung’s cheek and the thin fabric of her homewear shirt.
The product of one year and six months of long-suffering endurance was beyond imagination in sheer volume.
The sticky, scalding white liquid sliding down her pale jawline was an overwhelmingly immoral visual that even the most trashy drama would never be allowed to air under any broadcast standards.
“Ptoo! Ptoo-ptoo! Ah, seriously! Hey, Park Si-woo!!!!”
Hyo-jung squeezed her eyes shut and hurriedly wiped the remnants from her face with the back of her hand, unleashing a roar of pure rage. The shame she had been forcibly suppressing under the banner of “medical emergency treatment” finally erupted like an active volcano.
“S-sorry! I couldn’t control it…! Ah, but I’m alive! Thank you, Mom! You’re really the savior of my li—”
I tried to offer my gratitude while still completely naked, overwhelmed by surging emotion. After all, I had firmly believed that this single massive eruption would drain every last bit of heat from my body and finally usher in a peaceful sage-mode like some enlightened gentleman.
But…
“You little shit! Savior this, savior that—just bring me some tissues already… huh?”
Hyo-jung, huffing as she started to rise, suddenly froze as if someone had hit the pause button. Her gaze was locked not on my face but on my lower half, still sprawled bare on the floor with nothing to hide it.
“…….”
“……Huh?”
I, too, slowly lowered my head under a wave of ominous foreboding and looked down at my crotch.
And we both sucked in a sharp breath at the same time.
Even after that enormous volcanic eruption.
Even after I had so thoroughly vented one year and six months of pent-up resentment.
The Sergeant Park Si-woo Junior that had thrust out from between my legs still stood proudly without a single millimeter of bend, flaunting its fierce majesty toward the ceiling.
No—if anything, the forced stimulation had made the veins stand out even more vividly as it throbbed.
Hyo-jung’s lips quivered as if in spasm. She had even forgotten to wipe the white medal of honor still clinging to her face; she simply pointed a trembling finger at the vicious tent pole still stabbing at the sky, as if she couldn’t believe it.
“Just now… you just dumped out a whole bucketful, so why is it still standing there like nothing happened?! Why?!”
Her voice had gone beyond anger into pure, raw terror. The merciless efficacy of the Blue Pill, that crystallization of modern medicine, was not something that would settle down after a mere single manual discharge.
“Uh… w-well, you see….”
I hurriedly clamped my legs together and scratched the back of my head with both hands. In this mortifying and hopeless situation, all I could do was wear the world’s most wronged, stupid expression and force out an awkward laugh.
“Heh-heh… just because I came doesn’t mean the blood vessels close… the pill’s effect… is seriously insanely strong, huh…?”
“Heh-heh? You’re saying heh-heh right now, you lunatic?! What am I supposed to do, work my arm off again?! Just become a eunuch already!!! I’m cutting it off!!!”
When Hyo-jung looked ready to bolt into the kitchen for a weapon, I once again flattened myself on the floor, threw my arms around her smooth calves, and wailed in utter despair.
“Mom! Mama! Please calm down! I really think if I just get it out one more time it’ll definitely go down! For real! The human body has a limit to its moisture—if I shoot twice in a row and it still doesn’t die, that doesn’t make biological sense!”
“The thing that doesn’t make sense is that beast of a thing of yours, you little demon! I already went through hell because you begged me to save you, and this is how you repay the favor—with this sticky mess?!”
“I-I just aimed wrong, it wasn’t on purpose! My blood vessels are about to burst right now! If I end up in an ambulance, the YouTube wreckers will stamp me with ‘The Final Moments of a Discharged Reservist in Heat’! You want to watch your son become a national laughingstock?!”
“Aigoo, what kind of fate is this…! I must have sold out the country at least three times in my past life!”