Chapter 28
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: It's Fine If My Son Jerks Off Watching You
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Ah.
It's been a while since it's my turn to talk.
You've been reading that fucking bastard's log, haven't you?
My story picks up again from here. You read chapter 16, right? Where that fucker Kwak Young-cheol moved us into a two-room officetel... a spotless place our family could never have dreamed of?
Rewind to that point in time. Now it was finally time for us to become adults.
December 31, 2022.
I'd just passed my birthday and was finally an adult. Of course, my sister Kang Mi-hyun, born five minutes after me, was too.
"Happy birthday, son! And daughter too! Come blow out the candles together."
"...You're suddenly throwing a birthday party out of nowhere?"
"Mom's been making good money lately, hehe."
"How'd you afford Dior working as an accountant at a car center?"
"It's not a car center, it's a used car dealership."
"Whatever."
"You don't need to know, kid."
Mom had been working steadily at Kwak Young-cheol's used car dealership since August. At first, even I—who knew her skills all too well—couldn't wrap my head around it...
But as time passed, it became glaringly obvious.
What kind of scheme that bastard Kwak Young-cheol had in mind when he hired her.
Especially after September 10th, when I saw what he'd scribbled on her stomach. My suspicions hardened into certainty.
"But Mom, my birthday's passed, and we still haven't visited Dad even once?"
"Oppa, what good would seeing that guy do?"
"What do you mean? He's still our dad—"
"Has that so-called dad ever helped us with anything? I don't wanna go, so you go if you want."
"..."
Mi-hyun had always hated Dad especially. I could understand it, but... I brought him up for a reason.
Ding-dong!
"Oh, must be Mr. Young-cheol."
"Yeah. He didn't say he was coming today."
I opened the door to the officetel he'd given us, and there he was—the owner himself, Kwak Young-cheol. That toad-like face twisted into the sleazy grin I'd despised since day one.
"Whoa, party's already started?"
"Oh, Oppa. What's all that?"
"Whoa... gifts?"
Kwak Young-cheol stood there like Santa, arms loaded with gift boxes, and it wasn't even Christmas.
Why was this guy showing up at our place all of a sudden?
Because he'd been acting like our stepdad for weeks already.
This two-room officetel we lived in was under his name, after all.
Seemed like he was covering the monthly rent—hundreds of thousands of won at least—and even the deposit. So ever since we moved in, he'd been dropping by like it was his own home (which it basically was), and Mom just accepted it as normal.
"Here. I heard Hyun-seong aced his exams this time?"
"Oppa, he got top marks overall! Did great, right?"
"Whoa, impressive. If he'd taken after your brains, Mom, he wouldn't have."
"Hey, Oppa!"
Kwak Young-cheol let out that fake hearty laugh, acting like he was really about to become our stepdad. Mom seemed to have forgotten all about Dad, ready for a fresh start.
"Here, take this. You'll need a laptop for college next year, right?"
"...Thank you."
"Whoa, jackpot! Oppa, how much was it?"
"Dunno. Had Cheol-ho pick it out—said he could get something good for around two million won?"
"Jackpot! Thanks so much. Tell Mr. Cheol-ho thanks too. Hyun-seong, say thank you."
"...Thanks, sir. I'll put it to good use."
"Hahaha, good."
That fake hearty bullshit... sleazy fucker.
Mom clinging to his arm and chatting away pissed me off, and so did the way he casually draped his arm around her waist right in front of us.
But what really got under my skin was...
"Sir! Where's mine?"
"Haha, got something for you too, Mi-hyun."
"What... Whoa! Chanel wallet! Shit... uh, sorry... I'll treasure it, sir!"
"Why give her something so expensive? She's already a repeater; she needs some discipline."
"Mom!"
Acting like he was our 'father.'
Even my sister Kang Mi-hyun had forgotten Dad and was fawning all over him...
Of course, Dad had always yelled at, hit, and berated Mi-hyun... never gave her allowance or even money for school supplies. Meanwhile, Kwak showered us with gifts at every turn.
But still, this was too much.
"Now that you're adults, you can drink, right?"
"Huh? Oh, no..."
"I love booze!"
"What? Mi-hyun, since when do you drink?"
"Hehe... well..."
That bald-headed prick.
But in the home he provided, in front of Mom who worked for him, I couldn't badmouth the guy.
"Oh, right. Mi-hyun's repeating a year, so fair enough, but Hyun-seong, you've got time now that exams are done?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Wanna part-time at my shop? I'll pay you well."
"Hmm... I'll think about it."
"Do it. Come join us."
"You're offering him a job?"
Mom seemed pretty keen on the idea.
"Yeah, a cushy gig with pocket money. Why?"
"...Well..."
"Tch. I'm the boss offering."
"..."
What? Something's up.
Right then, the TV we'd left on chimed with the midnight bell. January after turning nineteen—the year we became full legal adults.
"Alright! You're officially adults now! Let's have a drink!"
Kwak Young-cheol was weirdly thrilled, ordering Mom to set up drinks.
To reiterate, he'd been acting like a married couple with her for a while now.
My first drink ever.
What the hell was the point of this? The harsh, bitter burn of diluted soju made me shudder.
"Puhaha! Hyun-seong's a total lightweight, kekeke."
"I told you he can't handle it. Right, my boy? Our son's a model kid—never touched booze or smokes."
"Mi-hyun's chugging it. Damn, how much have you had?"
"Hehe, just a bit with friends?"
"Don't get me started, Oppa. She's a total delinquent. Missed over fifty days of school senior year—how's that even possible?"
"And you didn't even graduate high school, Mom."
"Hey! All that suffering to raise you two!"
"Dad said Grandma and Grandpa did all the raising!"
The childish mom-daughter spat. Mom was only thirty-two, but mentally? Same level as Mi-hyun. Her antics were straight out of high school.
"Alright, alright, no fighting. Hyun-seong looks sleepy... let's wrap this up and head to bed."
"Yeeeah..."
Our first adult celebration in the living room ended like that, but...
Kwak Young-cheol had no intention of leaving.
He wrapped his arm around Mom's waist as she cleared the table, whispering sweetly.
Right in front of us siblings.
"Oppa. Let's go to the room."
"Uh..."
Mi-hyun smartly tugged my arm and dragged me inside.
"..."
Right before I entered, I glanced back. He was full-on lip-to-earlobe with her.
Fucking bastard.
But Mi-hyun, who'd seen it all, said nothing.
I confronted her the second we were in our room.
"Hey, aren't you pissed? Isn't that guy going too far? Groping Mom right in front of us..."
"What's wrong with it? Back when we had that shit dad, they'd fuck right next to us."
"That's different—he was Dad..."
"Oppa, snap out of it. Dad? Mr. Young-cheol makes Mom happier than that deadbeat ever did, gives her money, everything. How long are you gonna cling to 'Dad'?"
"..."
No comeback.
The two-room officetel from Kwak Young-cheol naturally had a living room and two bedrooms.
Master for Mom, and Mi-hyun and I still shared the other.
After years crammed in that dingy one-room with four of us, it wasn't uncomfortable anymore.
So when Mi-hyun turned and stripped in front of me, it was no big deal.
"Man, sleepy. The booze?"
Mi-hyun was in baggy boxer tee and dolphin shorts that showed half her ass—dressed up because Kwak was over. Normally, just panties and tee.
Ah... Never mentioned it before, but Mi-hyun took after Mom: shitty at studies, but her body's no joke.
Height pushing 170cm, tits 70G. Mom's 70E, so two sizes bigger. Waist a slim 24 inches.
Hips not quite Mom's, but 39 inches—objectively killer lower body, sister or not.
No misunderstanding: not like I was perving. She told me herself. Said she was already famous on Twitter just posting body pics, rattling off her measurements. Guys go nuts over them.
Anyway, real siblings who'd lived together forever—no sparks.
Just facts: big tits, slim waist.
So her stripping off the tee, shorts, even bra 'cause "tits too big, stuffy," then slipping into a loose, see-through no-bra tee for bed? Zero reaction.
"Night. Lights out."
"You do it."
"I lay down first, you do it."
"Fucking annoying."
Our usual bickering. She grumbled, killed the lights, and snuggled right up.
No choice. Small room in a two-room setup, my desk and chair for studying—folding mat on the floor touched edge-to-edge.
Booze hit first-time drinker me hard. Eyes shut, straight to dreamland. Splash.
Splash...
...
...
...
Splash.
Swimming in a dream, then weird noises yanked me back.
"...Haang... Haa... Ah!"
"...?"
Half-awake, heavy sleep dragging me down.
"Agh! Ah! Ah!"
For a second, felt like old days with Dad.
Not that Dad was out of prison... but who was making Mom scream like that next door?
Trying to sit up, head foggy, piecing it together—
"Ah... Too rough, Oppa... Ah... Pound me deeper❤"
"Gonna wake your son next door, you crazy bitch, kekeke."
Smack!
Sharp slap of flesh from Mom's room—next door.
"Like that? You slut, hope your son wakes up jerking to me fucking you, kekeke."
Unbelievably vulgar, insane talk. Crystal clear.
Knew soundproofing sucked, but this vivid...
More than that—what the fuck was he doing?
My son right next door, and he's going at it openly?!
'Crazy bastard?'
Furious, fists clenched, ready to burst out—
"Haa... Ah, so good..."
"Hah... Hah... For real? You okay if your son jerks off watching you?"
"Yes... Ah... Love it, Oppa... Hah... Hah..."
"..."
I froze, words gone, strength drained from my body.