Chapter 51
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 51
Chapter Title: The Homepage Address Written on Mom's Body. www.sexslave011.com
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The first time I saw Mom's naked body, I quickly covered her up, thinking I shouldn't be looking at something forbidden.
But I've changed in every way now.
Corrupted... that might be the word for it.
I've already turned into a disgusting pervert who gets rock-hard watching videos of Mom's body being defiled and ravaged by other men.
And right now...
I've become helplessly aroused just from staring at the nude photos of Mom that Kwak Young-cheol gave me as a "gift."
She must have drunk way more than usual tonight— she's completely out cold, lying there motionless like she's passed out.
Staring at her like that, I've cast aside all human decency and gotten my dick stiff as a board.
Just like those stray dogs that don't even recognize their own mothers once they're on their own.
"...Hah... hah..."
Shoving my conscience aside, I breathed heavily as I slowly, intently drank in every inch of Mom's body.
Even as her son, Mom's body was young, firm, and smoking hot.
The body of a woman in her early thirties with two kids.
But physically, it was no different from a fresh early-twenties girl's.
Her breasts weren't quite as big as my sister Mi-hyun's, but they were a full E-cup— big enough to overflow a single hand, and perfectly perky and balanced, even more shapely than Mi-hyun's.
Her waist tapered in slimly below them, flowing into wide hips that made her lower body look like the exaggerated curve of an hourglass.
No need to explain further— those wide hips were blatantly sexy and provocative.
Why do men love wide hips? Because they signal the ideal "field" for easy childbirth... it's wired into our biology.
Mom has the most fertile, prime "field" around, driving every guy nearby to fantasize about planting their seed there.
Even her own son.
And her long legs stretching down were a work of art.
Her thighs looked thick enough to match those hips perfectly— not flabby, but firm and springy, the kind of honey thighs that screamed temptation.
Yet her ankles were slim and delicate, tracing the most ideal lines.
No wonder those bastards at the used car lot all lost their minds when she showed up in just that tiny miniskirt.
After staring at legs like these every day, it's no surprise they jumped her the second the "owner" gave the green light, toying with and abusing her.
Before I knew it, I wasn't angry at them as Mom's son anymore— I was sympathizing with those male employees who ravaged her at the first opportunity.
Ah.
But...
That artistic body of Mom's—
Whatever depraved chaos she'd endured at the drinking party, it was covered in the messy traces of being thoroughly "used."
Her snow-white skin, like Mom's eyes, was littered with handprints everywhere,
and filthy scribbles— too vulgar to even speak aloud— defiled her smooth, blank-canvas skin like actual graffiti.
Not just a single line like on September 10th... her breasts, stomach, thighs, ass— obscene insults covered every spot.
"......"
Still, even seeing Mom like that couldn't quench my perverted lust for my own mother, so in the end, I spread her elastic thighs apart left and right.
I wanted to see Mom's pussy up close.
But that pussy bore clear evidence of what she'd been through today—
A balled-up condom shoved in like a plug... and around it, her groin, ass, and inner thighs were soaked in sticky white foam.
Proof that not one or two, but several men had relentlessly creampied her over and over...
Proof that she'd been gangbanged by those bastards all night long.
Fuck...
And, as if predicting I'd check her pussy—
A bright red oil-based marker arrow ran along her inner thigh below it,
and on the white skin of her upper thigh, written in magic marker:
www.sexslave011.com
As if designed for me to find it while scanning her body— small letters in a spot that's hard to see unless you strip her bare.
A trap, I thought... but like I was mesmerized, I pulled out my phone, opened the browser, and typed in the address.
Sex Slave.
The blatantly named domain loaded, demanding a password.
A private site, huh.
Spreading Mom's legs wider, there was an arrow on the other thigh too... leading to the back.
Yeah, easy to miss if she's just lying there.
Not exactly the back of the thigh— more like the crease where her ass meets her thigh. Only by spreading the folded flesh could I make out the tiny four-digit code.
In other words... to even access this site, I'd have to scour every inch of Mom's body.
Anyone logging in would know exactly what I'd done. Password entry means even one view spikes the count... obvious trap.
But I had no choice but to go in.
Like Pandora's box— but at the bottom, there's always "hope," right?
I entered the code, and there was one post.
Click.
Inside: two videos.
The first was... CCTV footage...
From today— wait, it's dawn now, so yesterday. Recorded in the boss's office yesterday.
"...Fuck."
I had no idea there was a camera... but there I was, jerking off like crazy to Mom's videos, caught clear as day.
"Crazy..."
Hah...
In the end, Kwak Young-cheol had dirt on not just Mom, but me too.
I couldn't understand why I'd lost control like that in the boss's office, masturbating uncontrollably...
But it was crystal clear on CCTV I didn't even know existed— me beating off to Mom's abuse videos like a total degenerate.
"Hah... fuck."
My face burned; I didn't know what to do. No matter what Kwak Young-cheol did next, I couldn't escape the label of the psycho pervert who jerked off to his mom's humiliation videos.
Tension squeezing my skull, I clicked the other video with shaking hands.
The one below was edited just an hour ago.
"Hoo... hoo..."
It was footage from last night through this dawn— just hours ago—
Multiple angles of what Mom had endured, edited together.
Easy for anyone to see what happened. Hours of filthy depravity compiled...
Trembling, I clicked play.
I knew there was no going back.
10 hours ago.
6 PM.
Seo Na-yeon had been in a good mood lately.
She could finally escape this company, this used car lot.
Before her son started working there, those two weeks had been hell— everyone acting like total maniacs, dragging her around, subjecting her to every kind of sexual abuse instead of normal work.
Especially... the worst was when that bastard jammed a mop handle into her delicate pussy and twisted it to shreds.
You fucking dog.
Yoon Young-su, that fucking dog's doing.
It hurt so bad she screamed to take it out, but her mouth was stuffed with pantyhose, so only muffled sobs escaped... Even if she'd spoken clearly, he probably wouldn't have stopped.
During that time, Seo Na-yeon truly learned what it meant to be treated like a "sex slave"— no, a "meat toilet."
"Hah, I hate it so much..."
Luckily, once her son Hyun-seong started as part-timer, they held back in the office out of caution, but any company dinner and she'd inevitably have to spread for one or two employees again.
Lately, Kwak Young-cheol seemed more turned on by watching her get sexually abused and fucked by others than doing it himself.
"......"
But the truth was...
Though she said she hated it, her body strangely got wet just recalling those two weeks of torment.
"Ungh..."
So there she sat in the bathroom stall, rubbing her clit with her fingers as she relived the humiliation, the shame, submitting to all those men, getting drenched in cum or having her pussy ruined.
"Eut... ah..."
Just thinking about it made her pussy soak through.
They should have been hated memories...
Why did remembering those times— forced to cum over and over every day—
"Hah... hah."
Bang!
That's when the women's restroom door she was in flew open without a knock.
"Ack..."
"What the fuck? Jerking off in here again?"
"Close the door."
"Nah."
The intruder was her same-age coworker, male employee Yoon Young-su.
"Heard your kid quit today?"
"So? I'm quitting too. Tomorrow, you'll never have to see my ugly face again."
"Fuck, that's exactly why I came. Heh heh."
"......"
Yoon Young-su had been the most aggressive about toying with Seo Na-yeon's body.
Excluding Kwak Young-cheol, he had the most sadistic streak.
And ironically, that's why her body had cum the hardest under his hands the most.
"You know there's a company dinner tonight, right?"
"Yeah."
Seo Na-yeon snapped curtly, pulling her skirt back down to her ankles and closing her thighs.
She'd cum the most for him, but excluding Young-cheol, he'd treated her the rudest, most selfishly. No way she liked him.
"Hoo... What'll we do without our Na-yeon at the dinners? We'll miss you."
"Figure it out yourself. Jerk off or whatever."
She was set to move to Kwak Young-cheol's new company— the one he'd started after quitting the used car lot— with the fancy title of "secretary."
So tonight's dinner was framed as a "farewell party for Seo Na-yeon."
Venue: a big room at the room salon Kwak Young-cheol now managed.
"Hey, you hear about that?"
"What?"
"Heh heh. Boss is making Kim Cheol-ho team leader here and leaving him in charge. Taking me along too."
"...What?"
Seo Na-yeon frowned, and Yoon Young-su yanked her skirt back up to mid-thigh without asking.
Then he thrust his crotch right in her face as she sat on the toilet.
"Looking forward to working with you again, Na-yeon. Heh heh heh."
"...Ah, fuck... seriously?"
"Aw, don't be like that. Why curse? We're 'classmates' now, heh heh heh."
"......"
Seo Na-yeon sat there pissed, and Yoon Young-su shoved his fingers between her pretty lips, groping her mouth like he owned it.
"Drain one before the dinner. With your mouth."
"Hah... you seriously doing this?"
"What? We went easy 'cause of your kid, but the training reset? Remember how it was before? 'Please stop, Employee Yoon Young-su~ Aaang~' squealing like a sow every day, heh heh."
"......"
Taking Yoon Young-su to the new company too.
The implications were obvious.
Seo Na-yeon sensed she wouldn't just be Kwak Young-cheol's personal secretary at the new place.