Chapter 29
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Mom Taken by Another Man, Yet I Was Powerless
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Even after that, for nearly an hour, Mom and that bastard Kwak Young-cheol kept fucking right next door, moaning loudly like they wanted us to hear every bit of it...
And they threw around all sorts of filthy talk too.
"Scream louder, you bitch! Let Hyun-seong hear it, kekeke!"
"Ah! Aah! Aaang!"
"Heh heh... Talking about your son makes you tighten up more? You crazy pervert bitch, kekeke."
Ha... fuck, I'm going insane.
Those lewd sounds coming from the next room.
Some guy who's not even my real dad treating my mom like a cocksleeve, pouring all kinds of humiliation on her.
And her son—the bastard—can't do a damn thing, just perking up his ears and listening...
What I felt in that moment was utter humiliation.
Losing my mom to a male stronger than me—stronger socially and physically than even my dad—and watching her get treated like total trash, her head turned by his dick even with her kid sleeping next door, moaning and lost in pleasure...
Ah.
Ah!
It was beyond miserable, beyond humiliating.
...Fuck, my dick got hard on its own.
Made it even more pathetic...
Mom... my own mom getting treated like a cocksleeve by some thug who's not even her husband, used like a bitch in heat—and why the hell is this goddamn dick...
I quietly jerked my dick so Mi-hyun wouldn't wake up. It hurt, but the pain snapped me back to my senses a bit.
Still, the fact that I couldn't do shit didn't change.
Powerless, I bit my lip until it bled, squeezing my eyes shut as I listened to the two of them... no, the two beasts lost in their animalistic groans and filthy grunts...
Even after that whole nightmare ended, I couldn't sleep and ended up staring at the ceiling all night.
I dozed off briefly at dawn after pulling an all-nighter, then got up and headed to the living room. Kwak Young-cheol was already gone, and Mom was there alone in her underwear, casually mixing cereal into a bowl of milk.
"Son. Up already?"
"...Yeah."
"What's with that face?"
"Nah, it's nothing."
"..."
An awkward silence fell for a moment.
"...Where's Mr. Young-cheol?"
"Oh, he left at dawn yesterday. Said he was going golfing? Why?"
Mom avoided my eyes, like she had something to hide.
"Nah, nothing."
"...Hey, no school today?"
"It's January 1st."
"Okay, I'll leave some money on the table, so order something with Mi-hyun. Mom's heading out first."
"Got it... But you're working today too, Mom?"
"Oh... yeah, got some stuff left at the office."
Mom glanced at me nervously, then went into her room to change. The door was open, so even if it wasn't on purpose, I could see everything.
"Hmm hmm hmm..."
Whatever had her in such a good mood, she was humming as she picked out clothes. She struggled to pull on her skirt, her huge ass making it hard to get it up in one go.
Still in high spirits, she kept humming...
Is she this happy because she fucked that bastard while her son was listening next door?
Suddenly, anger welled up inside me.
As I scowled and ate my cereal at the table, Mom finished changing and came out.
Her usual office look. She had several similar outfits, but they all featured super short miniskirts that barely reached five centimeters below her ass—like some kind of uniform.
Her pale, long legs were fully on display, and the outline of her ass was blatantly visible.
And after work, like that one day, she often came home without panties...
Ah... the more I thought about it, the more rage built up.
"Mom's heading out!"
"Yeah, be careful."
"Mhm!"
Fuck... this goddamn apartment.
Thank god Mom and Dad had fucked every night even back in their one-room days, so I had some mental resistance—or any kid from a normal family would've been traumatized for life.
I peeked into the room and saw Mi-hyun still sprawled out asleep. Blanket kicked off, T-shirt ridden up exposing half her tits. I tossed the blanket over her and left the room.
Anyway, that pig was probably out cold till afternoon, and I didn't want to stick around the house for a second. So I made plans with my best friend, Gyu-tae, and headed out.
"Oh, my friend Hyun-seong. The genius has arrived?"
"Fuck off."
"Everyone! The pride of XX-dong, top-grade Suneung scorer Hyun-seong..."
"Don't yell, you idiot."
My balls-to-the-wall buddy Gyu-tae, who'd gone through elementary, middle, and high school with me, had fatefully applied to the same university. Unlike me aiming for a popular major with good grades, the guy just wanted any four-year school and went for philosophy.
Crazy bastard. What the hell does he know about philosophy?
Anyway, post-Suneung was the most free time of our lives. Legally adults now, but we still played around like kids.
Hanging with Gyu-tae was the only thing that let me shake off yesterday's shit from my head, even if just barely.
"Hey! Footsteps behind! Fuck, shoot!"
"Throw a frag, dumbass! Pop a grenade!"
We duoed LoL and PUBG at a PC bang... Gyu-tae sucked at studying compared to me, but damn, he was a gaming god. Thanks to him, my bronze LoL ass rode the bus to Master on his back.
"Phew, you fucking suck."
"Sorry, man."
Just teasing, of course... nah, he was dead serious. I took a light punch from him, snapped back to focus, and before I knew it, evening rolled around.
That's when Gyu-tae dropped it casually.
"Hey. I started streaming on Melon."
"What? Melon? That internet streaming thing?"
"Yeah, game streams. But fuck, showing my face is embarrassing, so I'm wearing a mask, kekeke."
"Dumbass, kekeke! Who watches that shit?"
He'd debuted as a BJ on Melon TV... With all those low-tier streamers out there, could he make it? It was a total red ocean.
"Fuck if I know. Got four viewers right now."
"You got this, fucker. But if you wanna succeed, transitioning might be faster?"
"Yeah, thanks, asshole."
"No, seriously. Even Nobelpia says TS is mainstream now."
"You degenerate fuck."
We traded harmless insults like that, then I headed home around 8 PM.
"Mom, I'm home."
I unlocked the door and stepped inside.
"Oh... you're back?"
Mom rushed out from the master bedroom, her face a bit flushed.
"What were you doing?"
"Huh? Oh... working out. You eat?"
"Not yet."
"Wait, I'll make something."
I sat at the table scrolling my phone while Mom prepped food.
'...Because of yesterday?'
Playing with Gyu-tae had calmed me down a bit, but alone with Mom like this... those sounds from last night kept replaying, making it awkward as hell to even look at her.
'It's okay if your son jerks off looking at you?'
'Yeah... ah... love it, Oppa.'
What was so good about it? Getting pounded? Or... did she really mean it was okay for her real son to masturbate thinking of her?
Lost in those dark thoughts, my eyes kept drifting to Mom's back as she cooked... nah, who am I kidding, straight to her ass.
Too casual in front of her son, no holding back—and that was the problem.
A tiny string T-back wedged between those massive cheeks... I'd seen her panties a million times before... so why the hell was it so hard to look away today?
"Hyun-seong, you okay? You look sick."
"Huh? Nah?"
"Your face is all red."
"What? It's nothing."
I snapped a bit cold, and Mom looked a little dejected as she backed off.
'Fuck... this is driving me nuts.'
Truth was, my lower half under the table was the issue—couldn't help snapping.
I was rock hard, pitching a massive tent. Didn't want her seeing it, so I got pissy.
I bolted to the bathroom the second she turned her back again.
Needed to drain it quick, or it'd stay up all dinner.
In the bathroom, I desperately jerked off imagining 'other wank material' like a madman.
Trying to kill this inappropriately raging boner.
Especially since getting hard from looking at Mom was disgusting and revolting. Not right at all.
'Class 2-3's So-hye... yeah, think of So-hye... So-hye... So... fuck...'
But... it didn't work out like that.
Tried summoning Im So-hye—the hottest girl in third year (sorry, girl)—to bust a quick nut, but she kept morphing into Mom's face and ass in my head.
Couldn't be helped.
To be honest... I hadn't looked at Mom with 100% pure, innocent son eyes like normal kids.
Too hard to see her just as Mom... thanks to growing up watching her slutty sex life nonstop. Seen way too much of her as a woman.
Sure, as a kid it never turned into full lust—became so normal I just thought that's what married couples do.
But those images layered up in my subconscious.
Got older, explored porn with Gyu-tae, and it all sharpened into focus.
Then... the knockout punch: September 10th.
The day Mom came home a total mess. The day her belly got scribbled with that vulgar, slutty graffiti.
The day I directly witnessed her becoming another man's sex toy.
Still haunts my nightmares sometimes. That ridiculously trashy 'Cunt-Rag Sex Slave' scrawl tattooed across her pale belly.
And below it, her pussy slathered in sticky cum froth... the kind you only get after endless creampies and pistoning in porn, caked all over her crotch. Burned into my retinas.
So yeah, I should be furious at Kwak Young-cheol, ready to grab a knife and hunt him down.
But honestly, my heart wasn't 100% rage. About 10% got filled with something else. All sorts of twisted, stimulating fantasies popping up.
Those gross thoughts grew like a tree, fed by Mom's everyday little turn-on points.
...So... yesterday, when Kwak was fucking her next door. I wanted to grab a knife and kill him...
But another voice in me whispered to listen a bit more. Just a bit more. Admit it, it's hot, right?
And that pervert voice is getting louder.
"Ah, fuck, this is insane..."
Mom's back view—seen it a million times—didn't feel 'nothing' anymore.
Fuck, won't go down. I'm losing it.