In the End, Everything Comes to Light
After Han Pan disappeared into his room, Mi-ho glanced at his retreating back, then lowered her head and looked down at the tablet she had been reading.
But all sorts of stray thoughts kept swirling through her mind, disrupting her focus.
She let out a sigh and tried once more to concentrate on the tablet.
It was filled with articles about various cars, yet none of the words registered in her eyes at all.
Her mind was in turmoil, darting restlessly this way and that.
Mi-ho carefully considered how things had come to this for her.
And she carefully considered when this entire chain of events had begun.
It had been from the very moment she first saw him.
The way he looked when he first appeared after being discharged from the military — he was the very embodiment of a man.
The distinctly different feel of him from before carried a thick masculine scent that greatly stimulated her hormones.
She needed sex.
Her son Han Pan possessed more than enough qualities and ability to provide it.
His large frame and magnificent muscles, that solid body of his, and on top of it all his massive cock — everything about him greatly whetted her appetite.
She needed sex, and she longed for a man she could trust, a man who would stand by her side and protect her, to share that sex with her.
She had a beautiful body capable of seducing any man, and combined with her newly vigorous sexual desire, it had pulled her right up to the brink of having sex with her own son.
In their deep relationship she still hesitated at that final thread of sex itself — but that was, in truth, human nature itself, something she did not want to abandon.
She did not want to go against it.
Clearly her mind reacted that way, but her body was the opposite.
Her body craved sex.
What she needed was a magnificent cock to dig deep into her pussy.
Like her friend Eun-yeong, she had wanted to enjoy one-night stands, and there had been plenty of opportunities.
But those opportunities always made her hesitate at the last moment, and she thought she knew why.
It was trust.
Along with the wound of divorce, hearing that her ex-husband had married another woman had been pure shock.
She hated and resented the husband who had betrayed her after she had spent all that time sacrificing for the family.
At the same time, sending her son off to that woman as well was something that simply could not be allowed.
Mi-ho wondered what it was about that woman that had hooked her son like this.
She was certain it had something to do with sex.
The moment that thought struck her, her head became incredibly complicated.
At the same time, thoughts chained one after another, branching out into this idea and that.
She decided she needed to put an end to this.
She could not just let her son be stolen so easily by the woman who had married her ex-husband — not in this state.
She steeled her resolve and headed for his room.
Han Pan, who had been working on photos for some time, sensed someone approaching his room and quickly closed the semi-nude photos of Mi-jo that were up on his monitor.
As expected, a knock came at the door, and it opened.
Mi-ho entered his room slowly, wearing the face of a strict mother.
Han Pan calmly turned his chair to face her.
Their eyes met for a moment, but neither spoke.
After a brief pause, Han Pan shrugged his shoulders and said,
"What?"
"…"
"Speak… Looks like you came because you've got something to say…"
Mi-ho's lips moved, but the words would not come out.
She had hoped her prediction was wrong, but her heart was afraid she would hear exactly the result she had anticipated.
"If you've got nothing to say, I'm going back to my work…"
He turned away, opened Chrome on the screen, and pretended to look at various things.
A moment later, Mi-ho spoke.
"What did you do when you met that woman?"
Han Pan flinched at those words.
He had not expected Hye-su's story to come up.
Still turned away, Han Pan said,
"Well… we ate… had coffee… watched a movie too…"
"And?"
"…"
Han Pan struggled internally, debating what he should say.
In that brief moment, he thought that being honest with his own mother about his desires might be the right thing.
She was his mother, and it seemed she would forgive and understand everything.
In fact, that was what a mother was.
He let out a sigh, then turned around.
Her gaze was a strange mix of half fear and half anger.
After staring at her for a moment, he said,
"Sex."
"…"
Her intuition had been right.
As she felt that her son had shared sex with the woman she so thoroughly despised, goosebumps rose all over her body.
But at the same time, tremendous jealousy surged through her.
The fact that his rival had already had sex with her son — something she herself still had not done — was unbelievable to her.
"So?"
"That's all."
Han Pan spoke calmly, expressionless.
"…"
"Well… I know it's morally wrong… but I've already crossed the line way past that with Mom, so what do I have left to hold back on?"
Mi-ho, too, had already gone up to the stage just before sex with her son, so she had nothing to say either.
Her hands trembled.
Her mind went completely blank, not knowing what to say.
Standing there for a moment like that, she quickly collected herself and said,
"Is there anything else I need to know?"
"…"
Han Pan debated whether he should also bring up Eun-yeong, Mi-jo, and So-jo.
Seeing the conflicted expression on his face, Mi-ho instantly sensed that there were still facts she did not know.
After a brief hesitation, Han Pan made up his mind.
Eventually everything would come out.
He thought it would be better to spill it all today.
As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot — he decided it would be best to confess everything to her.
"Auntie Eun-yeong, Auntie Mi-jo… and So-jo Noona…"
Mi-ho was horrified.
And at his next words, she could feel her blank mind spinning into chaos.
Having decided to give her time to breathe in preparation for the shock, Han Pan steadied his breathing and spoke slowly.
"I had sex with them."
Han Pan brought up the photos of Mi-jo he had been working on onto the screen.
When the sex photos of her and him, stained with lewd sex, appeared on the screen, it confirmed that his words were true.
Mi-ho could not believe that her son had carried out scenes she had only ever seen in porn and photographed them.
Moreover, the subject was one of the acquaintances she was close with.
From her widened eyes, Han Pan could tell Mi-ho was struggling greatly emotionally.
"!!!"
Mi-ho felt the strength leave her legs as she slowly backed up to the bed and sank down onto it.
Then she lowered her head and cradled it in both hands.
All the strength drained from her body.
Even if she could understand Eun-yeong and Mi-jo a hundred times over, the fact that he had had sex with So-jo as well was beyond shock.
Looking at his mother with her head bowed, lost in desolation, his heart ached terribly — but he had been faithful to his instincts, so he felt no regret.
They were all people close to his mother, and one of them was even her own child.
Mi-ho was utterly confused.
At the same time, her head ached over how she was supposed to clean this up.
Looking at her like that, Han Pan said quietly,
"I was faithful to emotion and instinct, that's all… Mom's the same way… There was an opportunity given to me, and I had no reason to refuse it, and no intention of doing so either… Mom, your son's an adult… Who I have sex with and form relationships with is for me to decide."
"…"
Mi-ho accepted his words calmly without answering.
He was clearly a fully grown adult now, and an attractive man.
But with so many women around him, why did he have to end up in these relationships specifically with people connected to her? She was far too confused and complicated about it.
"Mom, let's keep it simple… Just go where the body goes, where the heart goes…"
At his words, Mi-ho, still with her head lowered, said,
"You should know your limits…"
"Mom… I'm already in that kind of relationship with you too… Whether you acknowledge it or not, we're already half lovers…"
"…"
His words were true.
She had enjoyed the pleasure he provided, and she had reveled in it.
It was something the world would condemn, but she had accepted that and enjoyed it.
And while she had regrets about it, she had never given it up.
Clearly she needed sex, and she needed more than that as well.
With her head still bowed, Mi-ho said,
"What am I to you?"
Han Pan thought about her question for a moment, but no particular answer came to mind.
The one thought that did surface was sex.
Passionate, and perverted sex at that.
The intense yet perverted sex he shared with his mother.
The desire to love his mother — who possessed a body more alluring and lewd than anyone else's — while simultaneously corrupting her, writhed and stirred in his heart.
He stood up from his seat.
And slowly pulled off his T-shirt.
His upper body, wrapped in solid muscle, was revealed.
Next he removed the shorts he was wearing.
His thick thighs and springy calves — there was not a single flaw to find in his body; it was truly magnificent.