Eating and Being Eaten (3)
Watching Ji-young with her eyes cast down, my cock in her mouth, her head bobbing slowly up and down, I found myself thinking of my mother. The thick hair, the defined brows, the large gleaming black eyes, the sharp nose bridge and pretty lips, and that snow-white skin. A face pure and dignified, a body slender yet full. Was Mom somewhere in this building right now, sucking someone's cock just like this?
Suddenly Ji-young's face and my mother's overlapped in my mind. I placed my hand on her head as it rose and fell in its steady rhythm.
"Your son's probably in this building right now too, fucking some other guy's mother, isn't he?"
Ji-young's head paused for a moment, then resumed moving.
"And maybe that other mother is mine."
Ji-young showed no reaction at all, just kept sucking.
"Maybe your son even knows. That you're here getting fucked by other men."
Ji-young pulled my cock from her mouth and glared up at me. Along with my cock swelling inside her mouth, a dark, rough emotion was smoldering back to life inside me. I took her hand and made her stroke me. Her eyes shot daggers, but she didn't resist. Watching her face, frozen stiff, as she worked my cock, I kept talking.
"Don't you feel it when you're teaching? What the boys imagine when they look at you?"
"..."
"Every one of them is picturing you naked in his head, raping you in every position imaginable. And when they go home, they'll jerk off thinking about you."
"..."
"You never know. Maybe your son's wanted to fuck you for a long time now. Maybe he gets off imagining you being degraded by other men."
"Does Master do that? Are you picturing your mother right now?"
Ji-young spat the words out with a fierce expression.
"Actually, I am."
Ji-young's eyes went wide.
"I'm picturing my mother somewhere right now, touching another man's cock just like this."
The venom seemed to drain from Ji-young's face.
"You can do this with me while imagining something like that?"
"Imagining it is what makes it more exciting, actually."
"Picturing your mother with another man makes you more excited?"
"Yeah."
Ji-young stared at me in disbelief, then suddenly turned her head away and let out a snort of laughter. It was the first time I'd seen her smile. Unexpectedly, it was cute.
"Your mother might be suffering."
"Or she might be enjoying it."
"No way. Absolutely not."
"How would you know it's absolutely not?"
"No woman could really get excited in a situation like this."
"What's your son's name?"
Ji-young's expression changed.
"Why do you ask?"
"Feels better if I know whose mother you are."
Ji-young looked at me like I was insane, then sighed.
"I don't know why that would make you feel better, and I can't tell you anyway."
I grabbed her hair and made her suck my cock again. This time Ji-young kept her eyes on mine as she did it.
"The guys who were with my mother — I got the feeling they knew I was her son, from the way they looked at me."
Ji-young's eyes widened.
"There are ten guys living in this Annex, right? The way they look at me has been strange somehow."
"What do you mean by that?"
Ji-young asked, pulling my cock from her mouth. I explained everything to her — how those guys were always staring at me and smirking at the academy, how I'd run into a middle school classmate here, and how I'd seen his mother on the Slave Roster and realized the slaves were the students' mothers. When I finished, Ji-young said nothing, her face grave.
"What is it?"
No answer, no matter how I asked.
I stood up, grabbed her head, and shoved my cock deep into her mouth. Ji-young looked up at me with a scrunched face, but I paid no attention and pounded into her throat. Anger suddenly surged up in me. Mercilessly, I drove myself in to the root until my stomach smacked against her nose, and Ji-young gagged, tears, snot, and drool streaming down her face. I threw her down on the floor and mounted her, jamming my cock into her mouth from above.
"Urp!!! Ugh!!!"
Ji-young gagged and squirmed, but she didn't spit it out. A slave cannot refuse.
When I pulled out of her mouth, a long strand of saliva stretched and dripped down, and Ji-young kept gagging, her eyes bloodshot. I seized her by the hair, dragged her to the sofa, bent her upper body over it, yanked her pants and panties down in one pull, and shoved my saliva-slicked cock into her cunt.
"Ugh..."
Her body went rigid, and a pained moan escaped her throat.
Maybe because I'd already come once, I seemed able to hold out longer than before. Gripping her hips, I admired the view from behind as I fucked her hard. Ji-young pressed her forehead against her arm on the sofa, panting roughly.
"Tell me. You've been with them too, haven't you?"
Ji-young still said nothing. I kept driving into her cunt, pressing her for answers. Like the slave bitch she was, she shouldn't resist — she should answer when asked. In the end, Ji-young seemed to give up, and between ragged breaths she spilled everything.
According to her, this was how it had been. Ji-young, like me, had come here with her son. The difference was that her husband hadn't come along — just her and her son. After her son entered the dormitory, Ji-young had been escorted to this room by the proctor, Yoo Chan-hyeong, and given an explanation of how she'd be living here from then on. And the moment the explanation ended, the proctor had pounced on her. From the next day on, the male instructors of the same Annex came in whenever they pleased. Sometimes alone, sometimes several together. Since meals could all be taken in their rooms, the women were effectively confined to their individual rooms, and the women never ran into one another.
On the Friday right before the semester began — the day the regular students, not the ones whose mothers had become slaves, all moved in at once — Ji-young received a summons to the Annex basement. It was her first time there. There was a large room that could hold dozens of people, where ten students sat in chairs and three young female instructors stood beside them. The mothers, seeing one another for the first time that day, stood before the boys at the instructors' direction and undressed, and the boys appraised their bodies and chose their women one by one in order. Some boys picked several women; some picked only one. Each boy took the women he'd chosen back to his room. Ji-young was chosen by the second boy in line, along with two other mothers, and was taken naked to his room and violated. Three mothers serving one boy.
For the month after that, her body was ravaged every single day. She'd get a summons telling her which room to go to, and when she arrived, sometimes there'd be one man with several women, sometimes she'd have to handle several men alone. On days when the students didn't call for her, she had to take care of the male instructors' appetites. For the first week she'd only served the ten-man Annex group; after that, on weekends she received other students in her room.
I asked whether the female instructors also slept with the students. Ji-young said she didn't know. She was always in her room, so she never crossed paths with them, and even when several women served a man together, the women never spoke to each other, so she knew nothing about the others. Still, since the female instructors were all in their twenties and thirties while every woman she'd seen was in her forties or fifties, one could guess the instructors weren't involved. I described Yoon Ah-hyun's appearance in detail and asked if she'd ever seen her, but Ji-young said she didn't think so.
Next I described Se-ha's mother, Mi-jung's mom, and asked if she'd seen her. She said one of the two women chosen alongside her on that first day in the basement hall seemed somewhat similar. While Ji-young and the other woman were too embarrassed to move properly, that woman had been remarkably proactive, she said. In the end, the boy had spent nearly the whole time on that woman's body, while Ji-young and the other one just watched from the side. Remembering Mi-jung's mother's behavior in the video, I thought it was almost certain.
And finally, I described my mother's appearance in detail and asked if she'd seen her. She said she couldn't be sure, but on that day in the basement hall, the first boy in line had chosen exactly one woman and left with her, and that woman's looks seemed somehow familiar. Even by a woman's eye, she said, that woman had been the prettiest of all the mothers there, in both face and figure.
I asked about that first boy's appearance. Ji-young remembered his face in detail, having served him several times since. It was Jang Tae-joo, the leader of the Annex group, without a doubt. It made sense that he'd been the first to choose a woman. Ji-young told me one more thing. One day, when she was summoned to Jang Tae-joo's room, she met in the hallway the woman I guessed was Mi-jung's mother, and they entered together. Inside the room there was another woman, presumably a mother, besides Jang Tae-joo — she seemed to actually live in that room, and even when Jang Tae-joo, after coming several times, sent the other two women away, she stayed behind.
And then, picturing Jang Tae-joo laying Ji-young, Mi-jung's mother, and my mother side by side and fucking them, I came a second time inside Ji-young's cunt, in a surge of maddening excitement.