True Friendship (2)
Shocked by the sight of Seh-hwan and my mother on the screen, I bolted upright in my seat — and yet, strangely, my eyes stayed nailed to the image, unable to look away. Seh-hwan was gripping my mother's hair and pounding into her furiously, while she bit down on her lips, enduring her moans with an expression of agony. Only then did it occur to me that the Seh-hwan on the screen was Mi-jung's son, and I turned to look at her. Under the reddish glow of the lighting, her face looked more beautiful than ever, and her shining eyes reflected the flickering image on the screen. A smile still lingered on her lips as she kept her gaze fixed on the video, but in her eyes there was the same anguish I saw in my mother's.
"What? Does it bother you?"
From my right, the teacher whispered into my ear and wrapped herself around me. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed against my right shoulder blade, and her sweetly scented breath tickled my ear and neck.
"You don't need to worry about this mother. Mi-jung knows everything — what Seh-hwan did with In-ae today, that you're In-ae's son and Seh-hwan's friend."
As her hair tickled my left thigh, Mi-jung's head burrowed into my lap. Wrapping her right arm around my waist, she took hold of my erect cock with her left hand, and soon a hot, wet sensation enveloped it.
"And Seh-hwan knows his own mother is here too. Just like you."
I stared at the teacher, struck as if by lightning. He knows his mother is here? And he said that to me?
"And Seh-hwan has known for a very long time that In-ae is your mother."
When the teacher pressed a switch beside the bed, the screen changed. Seh-hwan and my mother had switched positions — Seh-hwan sat on the bed while my mother knelt on the floor between his legs, sucking his cock. She wore only a set of lavish, snow-white lingerie, and Seh-hwan was completely naked.
"Seh-hwan was with In-ae this afternoon. This is a recording. Seh-hwan is already back at the dormitory, and In-ae is with another student right now. Listen to what Seh-hwan has to say."
On the screen, my mother held his cock with one hand and sucked it while gazing up at Seh-hwan's face. I'd always thought I was at least average, but Seh-hwan's thing was more than twice my size. Even with her hand wrapped around it, there was still length to spare even when she took it deep into her throat. Stroking my mother's head with one hand, Seh-hwan began to speak.
"You know I first saw you back in middle school?"
My mother's eyes widened and she tried to pull the cock from her mouth, but Seh-hwan forced her head back down and kept talking.
"You ran a hair salon in XX-dong, right? I went to XX Middle School. Wonjoong and I were in the same class in second year."
Her eyes grew even wider, and bracing both hands on Seh-hwan's thighs, she raised her upper body and finally managed to free her mouth.
"Wonjoong's friend? Wonjoong doesn't know about this, does he?"
"A slave bitch using informal speech?"
My mother, who had been crouching and trembling all over, dropped to her knees at his words, bowed her head, and apologized: "I'm sorry, Master."
"Of course Wonjoong knows I'm his friend. We eat together, after all. But he has no idea that I know you're his mother."
Then Seh-hwan grabbed my mother's hair, yanked her forward, and made her suck his cock again.
"Yesterday I pretended not to know you and talked about you right in front of Wonjoong. Said I was going to fuck Jeong In-ae tomorrow. The look on his face was a work of art, kekeke."
My mother jolted in shock and struggled with all her strength to break free of Seh-hwan's grip. But this time Seh-hwan didn't just sit there. He stood up, seized her by both wrists, and dragged her across the floor to the wall. My mother's frail body was no match for Seh-hwan's brutal strength. Forcing her to sit with her back against the wall, he pinned her hands up above her, shoved his massive cock into her mouth, and began thrusting roughly, as if her mouth were nothing more than an onahole. My mother kicked and squirmed, trying to escape, but the long, rock-hard cock was buried deep in her throat, and no matter how violently she twisted her head, she couldn't get free.
"You know how hot you were when I first saw you at that hair salon in middle school? Every night I jerked off imagining fucking you. I bet every other man who saw you did the same. But I never dreamed, not even in my wildest fantasies, that I'd actually get to fuck you like this."
Seh-hwan was violating my mother with rough, merciless cruelty, as if possessed by a demon.
As I watched the scene, entranced, the teacher began stroking my chest and whispered in my ear.
"Mi-jung, here — she ran a snack shop in your neighborhood back in middle school, you know? But her husband dabbled in some big investment, got scammed, lost everything, and fell apart — became practically a wreck. Mi-jung nursed him while paying off their debts with the snack shop, barely scraping by. But the shop's measly income couldn't keep up with the loan-shark debt snowballing out of control, so at night she sold her body behind her son's back. The techniques she learned there are being put to very good use right now."
The teacher laughed as if genuinely amused, and stroked the head of Mi-jung, who had her face buried in my crotch, licking my cock.
"But eventually she couldn't cover even the interest, and the loan sharks stormed into her home. Seh-hwan, who was there, learned everything. Beside her son — beaten down and knocked out for fighting back — and her bedridden husband, this woman was gang-raped by three men. After that, the debt collectors came to the house every month, and Mi-jung spread her legs for them in exchange for interest waivers. The number of men kept growing, until eventually she was passing out from being fucked. That's when a man of means reached out to help. He wiped out all the debt and let Seh-hwan live a normal school life — but in return, Mi-jung effectively became his slave and had to endure sexual abuse. And Seh-hwan knew all along, and pretended not to."
On the screen, Seh-hwan was still pounding his cock into my mother's mouth. Her legs had gone limp, and drool was dripping down her neck and chest.
"Seh-hwan is filled with a thirst for revenge. Against the whole world. He wants to throw away a life of being trampled by the powerful and live a life of trampling others. If he could do that, he'd gladly offer up his mother or anything else — and Mi-jung, for her son's sake, would do anything. Adorable little demons, aren't they? It's only natural that Seh-hwan knows his mother is here. Most of the children, including you, Wonjoong, had their parents come to us, and the system was kept a strict secret from the sons — but Seh-hwan sought us out himself and offered to give us his mother willingly. Mi-jung agreed, and as you know, she was remarkably proactive in her interview."
On the screen, Seh-hwan laid my mother's limp body on the floor, grabbed her panties and tore them off, and pushed his cock into her pussy. Then he ripped off her bra too, baring my mother's fair, voluptuous breasts. Kneading them and sucking her nipples, Seh-hwan began driving his hips forward roughly.
"So what do you think Seh-hwan is trying to get out of this place, going to such lengths? The police academy? Do you really think that's compensation enough for all this? What about you — a doctor? If you become a doctor and a cop, a judge or prosecutor, a high-ranking official — do you really think you'll get to live the life you want? No, Wonjoong — do you even know what it is you truly want?"
With those words, the teacher took hold of Mi-jung's face and slowly lifted it up from my crotch. As Mi-jung straightened her back, the two faces appeared side by side before my eyes: the teacher, sensual and voluptuous, with her long wavy hair spilling down; and Mi-jung, her bobbed hair disheveled, a drunken look on her face, a long strand of drool hanging from her lips. The teacher stroked Mi-jung's cheek with one hand and said,
"Look closely. This is that pretty friend's mother you wanted to fuck back in your school days. Five years later, she's still a top-grade item. You can do anything you want to this woman. Just like what Seh-hwan is doing to your mother right now — you can do it to her too."
I looked back and forth between my mother on the screen, sprawled on the floor being trampled by Seh-hwan, and Mi-jung, who was quietly gazing at me with eyes that somehow looked sad.
"Do you think if you get into medical school or the police academy, if you study hard, you can have something like this? But there are people in this world with the power to violate your mothers however they please. And you can become one of them. Of course, not just anyone can."
The teacher turned Mi-jung's face toward her own, looked into her eyes, and said,
"But you, Wonjoong — you clearly have the aptitude. That's why we picked you."
And then, right before my eyes, the teacher and Mi-jung began to kiss, their tongues entwining.