Chapter 60
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Cleanup
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"Haa... haa..."
Lying next to Mom, my dick fully exposed, I was panting heavily.
My head was spinning, probably from cumming so much.
As I lay there, the excitement started to fade,
and in its place, the guilt grew stronger...
That's when the real fear hit me.
My first time having sex ever,
and it was with my own mom.
Incest alone was dizzying enough,
but I'd gone and raped her.
I'd raped my unconscious mom without her consent.
My very first time.
And raw, no condom.
It felt amazing while I was thrusting like a madman, but once I'd squeezed out every last drop of cum, bam!
The worries came flooding in.
-What if Mom notices?
And
-What if... she gets pregnant?
Once I had a bit of strength back, I grabbed some wet wipes and hurriedly started cleaning the massive load of semen leaking from Mom's pussy.
"...Ugh."
There was so much... not just cum, but her juices had gushed out too from me pounding away without permission.
The problem was, the cum that leaked out was one thing, but inside her vagina? What if my semen mixed in there and they did a DNA test?
That thought made my blood run cold.
"What do I do...?"
After agonizing for a while, I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed some kitchen tongs, picked up a sterilized wet wipe with them, and shoved it into Mom's pussy.
It was thin, not wide, but still, shoving a metal object inside her was a shitty thing to do...
But in that moment, I was so scared my vision was blurring.
"Mm..."
"......"
Fuck.
The alcohol-soaked wipe going inside her vagina... even unconscious, it was such a strong stimulus that her pussy twitched and her body squirmed.
"Please..."
Panicking, I frantically rubbed inside her pussy with the wipe.
"Don't wake up... don't wake up..."
Luckily—or unluckily—she was so drunk, or maybe drugged, that even in that state, she didn't wake up.
"Hoo... hoo."
Would wiping the vaginal walls like this really get all the cum out? What about the folds?
Those doubts started creeping in, but...
I kept her legs spread wide and cleaned inside her over and over with fresh wipes.
"Ah! Fuck..."
Once, I even dropped the wipe deep inside her pussy, and only the tongs came out—a heart-stopping moment. Luckily, I shoved the tongs back in and fished it out.
"Hoo... fuck, that was close..."
Only after cleaning out even the inside of her vagina did I finally catch my breath and tidy up.
The floor was slick with semen and her juices that had gushed out from her pussy—I wiped it all up.
And I quickly disposed of the mountain of used wipes.
"......"
Then I looked down at the clean floor contrasted with Mom's filthy, sprawled body.
"Haa."
With a long sigh, I draped that expensive coat back over her body.
Just like before, only the coat over her naked form.
"...Ah."
As I dressed her, I spotted the domain address written on her thigh...
I decided to erase that blatant sexslave.com address.
Kwak Young-cheol would know I'd visited it... but Mom wouldn't.
I scrubbed it off with ethanol hand sanitizer—some kind of permanent marker—and barely managed to remove it.
Only after finishing that did sleep finally crash over me.
It was 7 a.m.
I staggered back to my room.
Moral dilemmas be damned—I was exhausted beyond belief. I'd stayed up until nearly 5 a.m. waiting for Mom, then... well, four rounds of stuff that'd wear out my body, plus jerking off made five.
The second I collapsed like a corpse,
sleep hit me all at once, with interest like debt collectors pounding down the door.
I passed out cold.
Ring ring ring!
I woke to my phone's ringtone.
"Ugh..."
My body felt like a thousand pounds—heavy enough that I probably hadn't slept long.
Phone said 11:30 a.m.
"Hoo... who is it?"
One look at the screen felt like a bucket of ice water.
-Kwak Young-cheol-
"......"
The phone kept ringing, but I couldn't bring myself to answer easily.
"Ah... fuck! What the hell?! Answer it!"
Mi-hyun, who'd woken up next to me, snapped irritably, so I hurried out to the living room and into the bathroom.
"Huff... huff."
I knew this was coming.
Yesterday, I'd definitely visited that site Kwak Young-cheol had written down.
And since it was a private site... he'd know who accessed it.
"......"
An address you couldn't see without peering deep into Mom's most private areas.
The password was hidden in the crease between her ass and thigh, so intimate that just visiting it meant...
At minimum, I'd scrutinized every inch of her naked body.
And that site had not just her gangbang videos, but also the humiliating footage of me jerking off to her abuse videos I'd found on the boss's computer.
Yesterday, lust had numbed my reason, so I'd pushed it aside, but...
'What if he spreads this?'
Way scarier than the bodycam blackmail.
A son jerking off to his own mom's abuse videos.
Snapping back to reality... I'd fallen right into Kwak Young-cheol's trap too.
"......"
I glared at the phone screen, but the call wouldn't end.
"Hoo..."
Finally, with a deep sigh, I had no choice but to answer.
"...Hello?"
"Hey. Hyun-seong? You took good care of Mom last night?"
"...Pardon? Ah... yeah."
"Good. Mom still sleeping? She drank a ton yesterday."
"...Yeah."
What do you want?
I wanted to blurt it out in frustration, but I held back.
"Alright. No work today, so let's grab lunch with your uncle. Got a real gem of a spot. Come out front—car's parked."
"......"
Lunch? Suddenly?
But asking 'Why?' or 'What's up?' felt even scarier here.
Afraid he'd say something like,
'I know what you did last night.'
I couldn't refuse, so I threw on a hoodie and hurried out front.
Kwak Young-cheol's BMW 7 Series was right at the entrance.
"Ha, fuck..."
The curse slipped out, but I schooled my expression, opened the front passenger door, and greeted him casually.
"Hey."
"Oh, Hyun-seong. You look beat."
"Huh?"
"Stayed up late waiting for Mom, huh? And didn't sleep after that? What were you up to all night?"
"......"
I wanted to slit Kwak Young-cheol's grinning throat,
but leashed as I was, I had to play dumb.
"Ah, just couldn't sleep."
"Yeah? Heh heh. Treating you to lunch to celebrate your resignation."
"No need, really..."
"Nah, nah. Gotta splurge a bit."
"......"
No idea why he felt like splurging, but I had no choice but to go along.
People kill themselves over bodycam phishing,
and with me caught jerking to Mom's abuse videos...
'I gotta take this bastard down somehow.'
That was all I could think.
Anyway, Kwak Young-cheol drove with me aboard, humming happily for a while before pulling into what looked like an upscale residential complex.
"Alright, out."
No sign, looked like a regular house.
Inside, it was a neatly appointed restaurant.
"Food here's killer."
He said that, following the waiter deeper into a secluded private room.
"Enjoy your time."
The waiter seated us without taking orders and left.
"Just wait—they'll bring courses one by one."
"Ah, okay."
Embarrassed, I kept my eyes down, but after just 10 minutes, the food started arriving.
Small bites, one per mouthful—dainty yet gorgeous.
"Eat up. Don't let my looks fool you—I've got refined tastes. Oh, your mom comes here with me sometimes."
"Mom too?"
"Yeah. Took her around, fed her all kinds of pricey stuff, heh heh."
"......"
Of course, I was dying to know why he'd dragged me out, what he wanted... but I couldn't ask first.
For now, per the waiter, these were amuse-bouches—I started with one.
"......"
Tension killed my appetite, but this food woke it up.
Not spicy, just elegantly delicious...
For someone poor my whole life, it was a first.
So this is a thing, I thought.
"It's good."
"Right? Figured you and your mom would have similar tastes, heh heh."
"......"
Mom must've eaten like this a lot with this bastard?
.....I'd known intellectually it was about the money why she stuck around despite the abuse, but suddenly it hit viscerally.
Me and Mom, lifelong poor—zero immunity to this luxury.
Especially Mom, a woman. Loose sexually, she'd grown accustomed, soaked in the lavishness Kwak Young-cheol provided.
Harder and harder to give up the financial perks.
An accountant's bag for 2.3 million won became a 3.5 million Dior. Yesterday's cashmere coat over her naked body? Over 3 million.
Seduce with money, then film for blackmail ammo.
Classic carrot and stick.
.....But was this bastard trying the same on me?
What did he want?
I was desperate to hear it, but Kwak Young-cheol calmly shoveled course after course, acting like nothing was up.
"Oh, this place nails fish. Mullet finished with beurre blanc sauce. Absolute perfection."
"It's good..."
Right as I was getting used to being dragged around, eating without hearing his point or demands.
After demolishing the mains, he smacked his toad-like lips, picking crud from his teeth vulgarly,
and tossed out casually, like it was nothing,
"So. You watched that video yesterday, right? Pretty hot, huh?"