I'll Tell Your Mom?! Go Ahead, You Loser♡
A full day had passed since Kim Minjun declared himself a tribute masochist slave in front of Master and his own friend.
"Haaaah....."
On any other day, a dutiful servant of Master's would already have been on his feet, hustling to scrape together his tribute. But—
"Fuck..."
As always, even after a slave declaration wrung out of him while he was drowning in pleasure...
"Those... bastards..."
Give a slave a single night, and by morning he is huffing and puffing as if none of it had ever happened.
"I-I'll kill... hah...! Hah...! I'm gonna kill them...!"
Kim Minjun was seething—not only at Master, but at Jo Eunwoo, his so-called girlfriend and old classmate.
Right after yesterday's declaration, Master and Eunwoo had given him a thorough education. A single day, though, was nowhere near enough to burn an obedient masochist's mindset into his genes.
"H-how do I wreck them...? Those fucking pieces of shit...!"
Yesterday he had been swept along, helpless. Today, with time to think, he had flipped completely—hunting for any way to get even.
And yet...
"C-call the cops...? N-no. I-if I do that, the video of me will get out..."
As long as they had that kind of leverage on him, going to the police was out of the question.
"Th-they recorded me stamping the contract, too..."
Tipping off the police sounded, in theory, like it might work. But—
"Hss... wait, that's illegal, isn't it...? H-huh. Even so..."
The risk was enormous. There would be no stopping the video from spreading.
"If that happens... my life is over."
Some people might shrug it off—what's the big deal if a guy's video leaks? Kim Minjun did not have the courage to survive that kind of shame. Getting wrecked by another male and a femboy stripped of his maleness until he declared himself a slave... as a man, there was no humiliation quite like it.
And more than anything...
"Th-this too... if I don't do something about this..."
The cold, hard metal of the chastity cage clenched around his cock. Master held the only key.
"If I go to the cops, nothing good is waiting for me..."
And besides—
"Isn't there some way to flip this...? Some way for me to take the lead..."
The obedient training had not sunk into his genes. Yesterday's pleasure, though, had carved itself neatly into his skull.
He swallowed hard.
The thought of never tasting those filthy thrills again... that, he couldn't stand either.
"Y-yeah..."
It wasn't as if no idea came to him at all.
"That's the only way, isn't it."
If the law wouldn't save him, he would have to drag other people into it and fight a war of public opinion.
"It's almost as dangerous as calling the cops... but this side actually has a shot at turning things around...!"
Kim Minjun surged to his feet, resolve locked in, and strode out of the house.
"Jo Eunwoo, you son of a bitch... you think you're the only ones holding dirt on me? I'm spilling everything to your whole family...!"
He was headed for Jo Eunwoo's house.
He swallowed again.
Before he knew it, he was standing in front of his friend's place—Jo Eunwoo's house.
...It's been a while.
Now that he was actually here, his hands and feet had started to shake.
His mom should be home, right? She said she was a housewife...
He still had to do this. To break this situation open. To wash yesterday's humiliation off his skin.
I-I hope she's here...
And maybe, just maybe...
The doorbell chimed.
With that, he might even manage a little blackmail—something in that neighborhood—and get what he really wanted.
A latch clicked. Through the intercom came a lush, grown woman's voice.
"Who is it~?"
"O-oh, it's been a while, Eunwoo's mother..! I'm Kim Minjun, Eunwoo's friend... do you... remember me?"
He asked it in a trembling voice.
"..."
No answer came back through the intercom.
H-huh... she doesn't remember me...?
It was definitely the voice of his friend's mother, the one he knew.
I-I didn't come to the wrong house... did I...?
The sliver of time stretched out until it felt like forever. Then—
The front door unlocked and swung open, and from inside it—
He flinched.
"Oh my~ Is that you, Minjun? It's been so long~"
For a man in his early twenties, the sight was far too much.
Y-yeah... of course...
The voluptuous MILF who matched his ideal type in every particular stepped into view.
That insane volume...!
A clinging housewife look that traced every line of her body. Hips like a weapon. Breasts ready to burst. A lewd little swell of belly and the cut of her navel, enough to drive a man out of his mind.
F-fuck, she's so pretty...!
The hair spilling down beside her shoulders was the finishing blow. That classic side-swept mom cut—the private trademark of those unbearably beautiful anime mothers—poured gasoline on every fantasy he had ever nursed about his type.
A-and even her scent was so calm...
That homey, lived-in smell that screamed married woman wrapped around him like a blanket, pouring out textbook mommy charm at full volume.
"Minjun?"
"O-oh..! I-it's been a while..! Haha... have you been well... ma'am..?"
He even tripped over the words, tension written all over him.
"Of course~ I've been just wonderful~"
Han Soeun welcomed her son's friend with genuine warmth.
"It's so good to see you after so long~ But oh dear—Eunwoo isn't home right now.."
That, if anything, was perfect.
"O-oh... w-well... today I..."
The situation was the situation, but running into his ideal type after so long made it almost impossible to keep his head on straight.
S-say it, Kim Minjun..! Your precious son is a femboy in drag getting railed by a man..!
He couldn't exactly drop that bomb on the doorstep, of course.
"I-I wanted to talk with you for a moment, ma'am... it's about Eunwoo..."
A young guy showing up out of nowhere at a house where his friend wasn't even home, asking to speak with the mother alone... the implications were obvious. He was already bracing himself to be turned away. But—
"Hehe. What could you possibly have to say that's got you shaking like that~? Come inside first, hmm?"
Han Soeun ushered her son's friend in with a pleased little heart.
"Th-then... excuse me..."
He padded inside. It had been a long time since he'd last set foot in his friend's house.
I thought this the other times I came, too... they really live well.
Kim Minjun's own family was reasonably well-off, but this was unmistakably the home of a major-company executive—big, polished, expensive.
"I-I guess Eunwoo's older sisters aren't home?"
"The kids are back at school now that break's over~"
"R-right..."
He had been shaking at the thought of exposing Eunwoo's secret. The moment he registered what that actually meant, a different kind of tension took over.
Then... it's really just me and his mom, alone...
"Want to sit here for a second?"
"Y-yes..!"
He took the seat she offered at the kitchen table.
"Just a minute~ Auntie'll bring you something."
"Y-you really don't have to..!"
"Oh, come on~ My son's friend came all this way. I have to put something out~"
Dishes clinked in the kitchen. His eyes were stolen by the view of Han Soeun from behind.
H-holy shit, that ass too...
Following the line of her clothes, that outrageously lush, biteable rear...
"Nngh..."
He squeezed his legs together for no good reason, fidgeting in his chair.
"I brought you some black tea. Drink up, hmm?"
"Ah—th-thank you..."
I showed up out of nowhere and she still welcomed me this nicely... and with a body like that, she's this kind on top of it...!
He had been gone on her from the start. A little kindness was all it took to fall for Han Soeun all over again.
That's cheating...!
His resolve began to soften.
Maybe I just... shouldn't say it? What if I'm opening Pandora's box for nothing...
He was turning the original reason he had come—Eunwoo's current situation—over in his head for the ten-thousandth time when—
"So~?"
He flinched.
From across the table, chin propped in her hand, she leaned her upper body in.
"What was it you wanted to tell me about our Eunwoo~?"
"U-uh..."
His heart, which had almost settled, started hammering again.
Those violently oversized breasts rested on the tabletop. A slow, knowing smile—thick with heat and color, a full mommy smile—settled on him.
H-her lips... they're so pretty...
He understood, all over again, exactly where Eunwoo's pretty face had come from.
Even the smile is a carbon copy...
It overlapped with the face of the Jo Eunwoo who had trained him last night—no, with the face of the girlfriend he thought he had been dating—and the cage around his cock gave a hard, rattling jerk.
Khh... of course she's Eunwoo's mother. What a beauty...!
And Han Soeun was a woman. A voluptuous MILF, which was Kim Minjun's exact type. The hit that landed could not be explained by anything as tidy as "several times stronger."
He went slack-eyed.
"Minjun? Why'd you go quiet all of a sudden?"
"O-oh..! I'm sorry... I zoned out for a second..."
Kim Minjun picked up the teacup in front of him and, desperate to steady himself, drained it in a single gulp.
"..."
Han Soeun watched him closely.
"Pwah..!"
The cup was empty. He had finished preparing himself.
"I said I... had something to tell you, right...?"
"Mm. You did."
"The thing is... Eunwoo, you know..."
"Our Eunwoo?"
"He has a... boyfriend."
In the end, he said it. The truth came out.
"A boyfriend?"
"Yes... no, more precisely... he has a... Master..."
"...What is that supposed to mean?"
Han Soeun's eyes narrowed. Her expression turned serious.
Yeah. This is hard to say. But I already started—I have to finish it. Stopping here would be even worse...
"H-he calls some guy our age—I don't even know where he met him—he calls him Master, and..."
It was an awkward subject to unpack in front of a friend's mother, and his word choice grew careful.
Ugh... she probably doesn't know anything about this kind of thing. I don't even know where to start explaining...
"He calls him Master?"
"They... have s-sex..."
The word made his face burn. It was still the one word he had to say if he wanted her to understand.
Ah... I said it. As long as she doesn't get the wrong idea and just hears me ou—
"By the way, Minjun."
"Y-yes..."
"Have you ever had sex?"
"............E-excuse me...? W-what did you just say...?"
The timing was so far off the rails it didn't even belong in the same conversation.
Did I hear that wrong...?
"I-I'm sorry... could you say that one more—"
"You just seem like a virgin, is all."
"W-w-w-w-what..! What is that...! What are you saying..?!"
A crude, blunt word he had never imagined coming out of his friend's mother's mouth. Yes, they had been talking about Eunwoo at a fairly high temperature—but this was not the moment to ask the person across the table whether he'd ever been with a woman.
Han Soeun stood up without warning.
He jerked in his chair.
The sudden movement made Kim Minjun startle hard.
"M-m-ma'am?!"
She came around to the side of his chair and settled herself right in front of him, perched on the edge of the table.
A rush of powdery, feminine scent hit him all at once.
He flinched.
Those bursting thighs and hips filled the space an inch from his nose. He swallowed, hard, at the little swell of her lower belly—and at breasts heavy enough to throw a shadow across his face.
"M... ma'am...?"
"Hah... hah..."
She hadn't even done anything, and already the suddenness of it had his breathing ragged. His head was going fuzzy, too.
W-what is this... I feel kind of dizzy...
A thick, charged atmosphere settled between him and his friend's mother.
"Is it that hard to say the word sex? We're both grown adults. What's the fuss~?"
E-even her voice... it's dripping with way more heat than before...
"Look at you, Minjun. A proper adult~ You can say words like that, and on top of it..."
Her hand came to rest, lightly, on his shoulder.
He twitched.
"And you came all the way to a house where Auntie's all alone..."
"N-no..! That's not why I came..!"
"It's all right~ I told you. We're both grown-ups... hehe."
"..!"
Th-this is getting...
The situation was sliding somewhere strange.
The mood... is kind of good, though...?
...Kim Minjun, it seemed, was simply enjoying it. A brain flooded with arousal was clouding every rational judgment and twisting his original purpose out of shape.
"A-Auntie... h-hah... I-I... really... d-didn't come here to do this..."
In its place, every nerve in him swung toward a living thing's most basic goal: mating for reproduction.
The hand on his shoulder slid up the line of his throat to his face, and she held his eyes with a look that was nothing but heat.
"Looking at that reaction... you've never been with a woman, have you...?"
"A-ah..."
Thought had melted. It would not work properly anymore. And into that state, breathed against his ear in a low, thick voice—
"Want Auntie to teach you...?"
"Hahk..!"
This kind of relationship with his friend's mother... under any other circumstances, it would have been absolutely off-limits. But—
Y-yeah...
Resentment toward his friend was, in a moment like this, extremely convenient. He had a clean, ready-made reason to justify a forbidden line.
This is all Jo Eunwoo's fault...!
It's revenge on that fucking bastard...!
In the end, he decided to give his body to the impulse.
"A-Auntie—!!!"
He couldn't hold back anymore. He lunged for Han Soeun's arms—and then something in him snapped.
"H-huh...?"
His vision went black. He pitched forward into the table and, just like that, lost consciousness.
The dishes on the tabletop went clattering, but Han Soeun didn't so much as blink. She was far too calm, as if she had been expecting it. She stroked the back of his head and murmured against his hair.
"I'm sorry, but..."