True Friendship (1)
Ever since Seh-hwan had said those words, my mind had gone numb and my whole body felt as if it were submerged underwater. Beside me, Seh-hwan chattered away excitedly about my mother, but I could barely hear a word of it. I told him I was too exhausted to go on, left the fitness center, and returned to my room. Without even showering, I lay down on the bed still drenched in sweat and stared at the ceiling.
This was on a completely different level from everything before. Until now, even the things happening right under my nose had involved people I had no personal connection to. Seh-hwan and I had only recently reconnected, and we'd never been particularly close even back then — but he was still my friend. Just moments ago, he had casually called out my mother's name right in front of me without knowing I was her son, and there was no doubt that tomorrow he'd be eagerly telling me all about his experience with her. My actual friend was going to fuck my mother. My head told me I had to do something, anything, right now. But somehow, my body wouldn't move.
I spent the whole day writhing like that until it was gone. I couldn't even understand myself. Why was I doing nothing? The truth was, I knew the reason — I just refused to admit it, denying it over and over. But the experience of the very next afternoon would change everything.
Lunch had come and gone, and I was still lying in my room in a daze without eating when the dorm supervisor knocked and came in, saying Teacher Yoon Ah-hyun wanted to see me. An academic counseling session, she said. My steps felt heavy the entire walk to the Annex behind the supervisor. The thought that Seh-hwan might be fucking my mother somewhere inside that building right now made me want to do anything but walk through its doors.
As before, I was shown into Teacher Ah-hyun's quarters. She was wearing just a T-shirt and those impossibly short shorts again, her bare legs fully on display. I liked seeing her bright smile as she welcomed me, but the prospect of talking about my grades was depressing. We sat across from each other at the table just like the week before, and started talking over drinks.
"You didn't make it into the rankings this time, did you?"
"...No."
"Did you slack off on your studying this whole week?"
"Does a week off really make your skills drop?"
The rebellious words slipped out before I could stop them. The teacher kept studying me with that same smile on her face. Come to think of it, this place seemed to divide people into those who wore that smile and those who didn't. The slaves and their sons never had it. The only exceptions were Mrs. Mi-jung and Seh-hwan.
"A week is barely enough time for your skills to change at all, and one short test like this can't really measure them. But I'd bet anything the reason Wonjoong's rank dropped is because he didn't study this week."
The teacher pointed at one of the English problems.
"You wouldn't have missed this one if you'd just properly reviewed what I covered in class this week."
"..."
"You haven't been studying, and the way you're answering right now makes you seem... unsettled. Is something weighing on you?"
"..."
"It's not that last week's reward left you unsatisfied, is it... Jiyoung is a wonderful woman, and I even gave you that special service the day before."
She observed me with an expression of keen interest.
"Seh-hwan seems to be your middle school classmate, Wonjoong. Is that right?"
I stared at her, struck as if by lightning. My head had been filled entirely with thoughts of Seh-hwan and my mother — it had never once occurred to me that Seh-hwan's name might come out of her mouth.
"Were you two close?"
"Not especially."
"Do your parents know each other?"
"No, they don't."
"Then does Seh-hwan know your parents?"
"I doubt it."
"Do you know Seh-hwan's parents?"
"..."
When I gave no answer, the teacher fell silent for a moment as well.
"You do know that Han Mi-jung is Seh-hwan's mother, don't you?"
"Yes. I know."
I said it while looking her straight in the eyes. I had decided to end all of it.
"I know some of the students' mothers are here — including mine. I think I have to quit. So please, just let my mother go too."
The confident smile hadn't left the teacher's face as she looked at me.
"If Wonjoong is leaving the academy, then naturally his mother has no reason to stay here either."
So she had finally admitted it, right to my face. That my mother was being kept here as a slave. Just as rage surged up my throat and I opened my mouth to shout, she spoke first.
"But could you put off your decision until this evening? There's something I want to show you. And I promise — once you've seen it, you'll change your mind. From tomorrow you'll be able to focus on your studies again, and you won't worry about your mother anymore."
What on earth did she intend to show me? Having come this far, I shouldn't have listened to another word out of this bastard's mouth. And yet there, I capitulated. Astonishingly, out of nothing more than curiosity. I couldn't bear not knowing what this filthy place and this lewd woman wanted to show me.
I trudged back to the dormitory with the supervisor. Nothing I could get my hands on, so I just sat blankly at my desk until evening came. Having eaten nothing all day, I was starving, so I wolfed down a meal and went back up to my room — but before I could settle in, the supervisor came for me again and led me back to the Annex. I assumed we'd be heading to Teacher Ah-hyun's room as usual, but she took me somewhere else entirely: the basement. A narrow corridor lined with several rooms. One of these had to be the room Jiyoung had described — the one where the mothers had been made to strip naked and be chosen. The supervisor showed me into one of them. In the center of the room, with its luxurious yet lewd lighting and décor, stood a bed large enough to comfortably hold five or six people, covered in every kind of ornamentation, and on the wall hung an enormous screen. Two women were lying on the bed, and the moment I entered and the door closed, one of them rose to greet me. Sleek bobbed hair, a slender body draped in nothing but a white slip — it was Seh-hwan's mother, Mrs. Mi-jung. And the woman lying on the bed with long wavy chestnut hair, her voluptuous figure wrapped in black lace — bra, panties, garter belt, and stockings — smiling that suggestive smile, was Teacher Yoon Ah-hyun.
Mrs. Mi-jung led me into the bathroom, stripped off all my clothes, and washed me with the utmost care. I couldn't believe the situation at all. I had used her as material to masturbate to; I had even once thought about raising my rank someday just to hold her. But I'd never imagined she would appear before me so suddenly. She was undeniably pretty — a body that looked twenty, thirty at the very most — and she bustled about washing me without losing her smile for a single moment. That smile wasn't the assured, condescending kind that Ah-hyun or Jang Tae-joo wore; it was one full of warmth and kindness. Did this woman remember me? Did she know that the friend's son who'd peeked down her blouse at the snack shop that day was me? She wore nothing but the slip — no bra, no panties — and every time the thin fabric got wet, it clung to her body and traced her curves in vivid detail. Her chest was already soaked through, her nipples plainly visible. From the moment her hands touched my body, my cock was already hard and swaying, and she washed every inch of me — my cock, my balls, even the crevice of my ass — without a trace of hesitation.
When she finished, she toweled me dry. Back outside the bathroom, Teacher Ah-hyun was still lying on the bed. While the now-naked Mrs. Mi-jung dried herself off, I stood beside the bed with my cock standing stiff, staring blankly down at Ah-hyun's body. It was the exact opposite of Mrs. Mi-jung's slender, petite frame — a body so full it looked ready to burst. Beneath a face that seemed aloof and sophisticated ran a long, slender neck, and at her chest hung two great mounds of flesh so heavy they seemed a burden. Easily a D-cup — probably nearly the same size as my sister. Her stomach carried just enough flesh to be pleasing to the eye, and her hips swelled out wide beneath it, from which dazzlingly white thighs extended — thighs made all the more luscious by the garter belt and stockings.
Mrs. Mi-jung laid me down beside the teacher and then lay down at my other side. With the teacher on one side and my friend's mother on the other, I suddenly felt like a king on his throne. Whatever happened next no longer mattered. I'd hear the explanation later — for now, I just wanted to enjoy the moment.
The warmth of Mrs. Mi-jung's body pressed flush against mine, her smooth legs winding around my own. Just like Mrs. Jiyoung, her cleanly shaved mound pressed against my leg, and her soft thighs brushed against my cock and balls. She traced my chest with her slender fingers. Then Teacher Ah-hyun pressed a switch on the wall beside the bed, and the large screen facing us flickered to life.
"Ahh... aah... aaagh... nngh..."
A woman's moans, sounding as though she were enduring pain, poured from the speakers. On the screen was the image of some room, viewed from a camera angled down near the ceiling. On the bed in that room, a man and a woman were having sex. The long-haired woman was on her knees on the bed, her ass thrust up toward the ceiling, while a powerfully muscled man stood on the floor, gripping her hips and driving his cock into her cunt with tremendous force.
It didn't take long to figure out who they were. The couple's faces were turned toward the camera. At first the woman's face was buried in the bed and invisible — but the man's face was unmistakably Seh-hwan, Mrs. Mi-jung's son, the boy whose arm I was holding in the flesh right now, naked. Which meant the woman was...
My mind went blank, and the instant my thoughts stopped, Seh-hwan seized the woman by the hair and yanked her head back — and the woman being fucked was, of course, my mother, Jeong In-ae.