Chapter 50
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Kwak Young-cheol's Gift
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Tak!
I turned it off right there.
The densely packed videos,
photos,
and KakaoTalk files that Kwak Young-cheol had left behind.
At first, it was just videos of him and Mom filming together,
but the people appearing in them kept multiplying.
Mom on screen grew increasingly vulgar, more debased.
She'd started out as the boss Kwak Young-cheol's fuck buddy, his office wife—a plausible enough status.
But then he let other employees climb on top and fuck her too... dropping her to the level of a pet.
The guy who raped her in the bathroom.
The one who fucked her right there in the office.
And the numbers kept growing... all the bastards who'd touched Mom.
Those guys shoving their dicks in her mouth and laughing their asses off.
The ones fingering her pussy at random, forcing her to cum.
Even the perverts getting off on stuffing a mop handle inside her.
Every single one of those male employees I'd seen when I first arrived here
had touched Mom in some way.
And yet they'd pretended not to know a thing, greeting me with shameless smiles and chatter.
Toward the son of the woman they'd raped and defiled.
I wanted to kill them all.
But the problem was...
Even as she was gang-raped, forced to suck them off one by one,
treated not like a coworker anymore but like a toy to play with...
Embarrassing as it is to admit.
Watching that... I got hard.
Of course, seeing Mom get violated like that made me furious.
I'm her son—what do you expect?
But... all those dark suspicions and gut feelings I'd had before, the ones that kept popping into my head,
now laid bare on the surface... I found myself gripping my painfully erect cock without even realizing it.
Ah.
Disgusting, right?
My own mom subjected to endless degradation, treated worse than a toy,
and yet watching it, the murky pleasure outweighed any anger or sense of betrayal.
People I 'knew,' the employees here, all taking turns fucking her.
Toying with her like a plaything even on the regular, fingering inside her pussy for fun.
"Ugh... Nngh... Fuck... Crazy... Shit...!"
I'd come here with a grand purpose at first.
To save my 'kind but a bit naive' mom from that 'bad guy' Kwak Young-cheol.
That's what I'd thought.
So I'd checked the videos to piece together what she'd been put through.
But I'd stumbled on a truth I couldn't handle.
And the worst part? Getting turned on by those videos of her suffering.
It tormented me to no end.
Plagued by emptiness and exhaustion, I just sat there blankly for a long while.
Even until the boss, Kwak Young-cheol, came back from his errands and opened the door.
"Oh. Hyun-seong. What're you doing here?"
Even after facing him, unlike my original intent, I just mumbled weakly, greeting him without any strength.
'What do I do...? Should I just tell him everything? Beg him to leave my mom alone??'
That's what I'd stormed in here planning to do at first.
When I'd seen Kim Cheol-ho fucking Mom, I'd lost it—couldn't take it anymore.
So I'd meant to tell Kwak Young-cheol flat-out, 'Stay away from my family.'
Early in those videos, I was so pissed I wanted to kill him and all the employees.
But after watching them all...
I couldn't get the words out.
To say it, I'd have to admit I'd seen all those videos of Mom,
demand he cut ties with her completely, or else I'd take action—like going to the cops.
But strangely, the words stuck in my throat, wouldn't come out.
Why?
Even I knew I didn't have the guts to say it to his face. Despite what they'd done to Mom...
The worse it got in those videos, the less angry I felt—more like drained instead.
Because... even as she took it all, Mom's moans and voice grew more and more drenched in genuine pleasure, accepting it fully.
...She was too... too slutty. Mom was.
Was it really forced? Somehow... it didn't seem that way. So...
Yeah. I'm a coward.
So I just sat there dazed, mumbling,
"Oh, uh, I... had some work to do on the computer..."
"Really? What kind of work needs the boss's computer?"
"..."
I had nothing to say.
"Ah. You were done with work today, right?"
"Y-Yeah..."
"Perfect timing. Here—some pocket money I'm giving you personally, plus your wages. Plenty in there."
"......"
The envelope of cash from him.
I'd come to confront him at first,
halfway through the videos wanted to rip him apart,
but now all that was gone—just powerlessness and fatigue filling me.
I just wanted to get out of there.
So I took the envelope.
"...Thank you."
"Sure. Short time, but was working here helpful?"
"Ah, yeah... it helped a lot."
His kindly tone felt gross, but I wanted out fast, so I answered vaguely and hoped to leave.
"Oh. And you're quitting today—Na-yeon, uh, sorry, your mom too, right? So we're having a little farewell party for you mother-son duo after work. You coming?"
A farewell party?
"No. I'm pretty beat today. But thanks anyway."
After fucking my mom, act like nothing happened and party with those disgusting people who'd laughed and chatted with me like it was all normal?
I wanted out of this company right now, never see those faces again, so I refused flat-out.
"Alright...? Too bad. It'll be fun."
"Sorry. I'll be going now."
"Okay. Good work all this time."
I shut the office door quick and left.
Just clocked out right then. Still had work hours left, but if I went back to the office and saw the other employees, I wouldn't be able to hold back.
Faces I never wanted to see again.
I ditched work without notice, but no one contacted me.
Whatever—this place ran on whims anyway.
So in the company,
Mom...
Mom...
Ah...
I should be mad.
Should be furious thinking of those employees toying with her however they wanted.
Honestly, the strongest feeling from those videos was arousal.
Even now, what makes me hate myself more is thinking, 'I should've copied those videos to keep for myself.'
Pathetic, right, readers?
I felt pathetic too, but stripping away the pretense, raw as it gets...
I wanted to be one of those employees.
Grope that slutty ass of Mom's, shove fingers in her pussy at will, stuff a vibrator in and make her cum right there in the office...
More than anything, like Kwak Young-cheol...
I wanted to fuck Mom.
Rape her in the bathroom as she squats to pee.
Kneel her under the desk in the boss's office in the morning for a blowjob while calmly taking reports from other employees.
Fill her womb with my seed again.
Ah.
Ah!
Now, to me, Mom meant more as a woman, a female, than as my mother.
Is that why, at first, when I said I'd work at her company, she tried so hard to stop me?
Didn't want her son seeing her at the office—not as an employee, but as the male staff's plaything.
Hoped I'd just think of her as Kwak Young-cheol's side piece, his sugar baby?
Not some cheap slut you could grope anytime. Not office sex toy equipment.
"Fuck..."
Dark, sticky emotions overwhelmed me.
Mom didn't come home.
It was past 11 p.m.—evening turned night.
Of course, I'd heard earlier.
Today's her farewell party. Moving to another company as that bastard's secretary, so all the employees are gathering.
She'll probably come home wasted tonight.
Suddenly, regret hit me.
I'd skipped it because I couldn't stand their faces, ditched early.
Maybe I should've gone too.
Sudden ominous thoughts,
and I sat on the living room sofa, waiting endlessly for Mom.
1 a.m.
Mom didn't come.
2 a.m.
Mom didn't come.
3 a.m.
Mom didn't come.
4 a.m.
.....
Soaked in booze, she finally came home blackout drunk.
Leaning on Kwak Young-cheol.
"Haa... So tiring. She's totally limp... Mind opening the bedroom door?"
"...Sure."
Kwak Young-cheol grunted as he laid Mom on the bed in the master room, then left right away.
Peeking in, she looked uncomfortable still in her long coat.
He clapped a hand on my shoulder, acting weirdly chummy, and whispered,
"I'll head out. Oh, got a 'retirement gift' for you—I'll send it later."
"Huh...? What...?"
Sudden, at this hour—what retirement gift?
But he said nothing more and just left the house.
Standing there dumbfounded, mulling his words, I headed to the bedroom to take off Mom's uncomfortable coat.
"Whew... Stinks of booze."
Suddenly,
suddenly, that night of September 10th overlapped in my mind. Back then too, undressing my drunken mom, I'd found the graffiti that bastard drew on her...
A strange déjà vu hit me, just like that time.
Then maybe...
Ominous—honestly, half-excited premonition—I slowly undid Mom's coat buttons.
Undressing my drunk mom? Fine for a son, right?
With trembling, thrilled hands, I undid each button like unwrapping a gift, her sweet white skin peeking more and more between the coat flaps.
"...Haha... That fucker."
But unlike September 10th, no pure rage this time.
Under Mom's coat—no clothes from what she'd worn that morning. Just pure nakedness.
Calmer than expected, trembling not from anger but excitement, I fully stripped off her coat like gift wrap, gazing down at her threadbare nude body.