True Friendship (3)
Right before my eyes, the beautiful teacher and my friend's mother were kissing, fondling each other's breasts. The ajumma's small, adorable breasts and the teacher's huge, vulgar ones each had their own completely different appeal, and beyond them, on the screen, my beautiful mother was playing out her own scene, lying on the floor being fucked by her friend's son. For me — barely twenty years old, a virgin until just days ago — it was stimulation I could not endure. I took the teacher's hand, the one kneading the ajumma's breast, and wrapped it around my cock.
"Does it excite you?"
Her hand closed softly around me as her face burrowed into my neck. Mi-jung's face drew close, and she kissed me too, her faint, sweet scent flooding my mouth. The teacher stroked my cock slowly up and down, whispering into my ear.
"You're getting hard watching your mother being raped by her friend? That's your talent, right there. Most men wouldn't be able to keep it up in this situation. I bet you were like this before you ever came here. Unusually strong lust, excited by women like your mother. You've masturbated imagining her, sniffing her underwear, haven't you? When other men stole glances at her, you got hard imagining them ravishing that beautiful body of hers, didn't you?"
Blood surged into my cock. It felt like every drop in my body was pooling at the base of it, preparing to burst out. On the screen, Seh-hwan had buried his enormous cock to the root inside my mother, and his pace was quickening. She threw her head back, gritting her teeth against the pain. Her frog-splayed legs and toes were rigid with strain, her whole body flushed red.
"Admit it. And let it go. Then everything becomes easy. Strip away the pretense — mother, son — and what's in front of you is just a female. Let the other men play with her however they like. Then you can do the same, right alongside them. More females. Better ones, too."
Seh-hwan rose with his cock still in hand, climbed onto my mother's chest, and shook it in her face. Thick white spunk spurted again and again from that cock — big enough to match Mi-jung's forearm — drenching my mother's face and hair. Eyes squeezed shut, she wore her own son's friend's semen like a shroud, her legs still splayed wide on either side, trembling.
Unable to bear it any longer, I grabbed Mi-jung's head and pushed it down, forcing my cock into her mouth. Gripping the back of her skull, I pumped into her, up and down. The teacher watched the two of us with an ecstatic expression, stroking my balls with her hand.
"Ugh... Ajumma... ajumma... you fucking bitch... ughh!!"
Cursing the mother of the man who was even now defiling my own mother with his seed, I spewed my cum down her throat.
When I was finally finished, the ajumma slowly lifted her head and let my cock slip from her lips. A single thread of fluid ran from my balls down along the teacher's hand; she withdrew it and licked the liquid off. The ajumma held my semen in her mouth, a thin white trickle escaping the corner of her lips. Her eyes were rimmed red, and tear tracks stained their corners. She swallowed, then pulled the teacher into her arms and kissed her again. On the screen, my mother — blinded by the cum plastered over her face — lay gasping on the floor while Seh-hwan stood over her with legs spread, gazing down at her triumphantly. The posture of a predator over its prey. From the tip of his cock, still hard and bobbing toward the ceiling, sticky fluid dripped down onto her neck and chest. The teacher pulled away from Mi-jung's lips and looked at me.
"So? Can you let it go?"
I didn't answer. She gave a little laugh, lowered her head, and licked my damp cock clean.
My eyes met Mi-jung's. She was still smiling, but somehow the smile looked sad.
"Ajumma, are you okay?"
"Speak comfortably. You can call me Mi-jung. I'm fine, Master."
After coming, a strange clarity had settled over me, and she suddenly seemed pitiful. The Mi-jung I'd seen on the screen and heard about from Ji-young was a shameless slut gone mad for cock. But she had been so eager only because she wanted it more than the other women did. Forced to shame herself before her son because of her husband's incompetence, she had no choice but to give him whatever he wanted. Blessed with natural beauty, she was better suited than anyone to relieving men's lust — so she had simply thrown herself into that work.
"What do you actually want from me? And what can this academy even do for me?"
The teacher, who had been licking my soiled crotch clean, lifted her head.
"What you have to do, Wonjoong, is exactly what you've been doing. Just study hard. Become a useful person. If you really make it into medical school, there's nothing more we could ask for. You'll need a certain level of grades, of course, but with a little of our help, it'll be easier than you think. As for the slaves — just pretend you don't know, and keep it secret from the other students. Though eventually they'll all find out anyway. Some, like Seh-hwan, already know... And as for In-ae — well, you seem to be enjoying that already, so no problem there, right?"
She said this while glancing at the screen. Seh-hwan and my mother were both gone; the screen showed nothing. When the teacher pressed the switch beside the bed again, the image changed to a view inside the bathroom. My mother stood holding a handheld shower in one hand, washing Seh-hwan's body.
"What we can offer is simple. I've already told you one thing. We can help get you into university, and after that we can help with all sorts of things to keep your life running smoothly. That's really what we do here. We make connections."
"Connections?"
"That's right. There are people here who already possess power that boys like you and Seh-hwan could never obtain, no matter how hard you struggle. Here, they forge bonds among themselves and cement their friendships. And they form connections with the powerless, too — people like you and me. Not equal connections, of course, but then the world has no such thing as equal connections anyway. If we help them a little, if we offer up what we have, we get to borrow a little of their power — and with that little bit, we can do things we'd never manage in a lifetime otherwise. You saw it today, didn't you? Could you have done what you did to Mi-jung and me today on your own power? In exchange for offering up that mother now serving Seh-hwan over there, you'll be able to do things like today's — far more often. If you get to enjoy watching other men take her, what more could you want? You'll enjoy it right alongside them."
It was bullshit, no doubt about it — but I couldn't refuse. The pleasure I'd felt moments ago was far too great to live the rest of my life forgetting. However it was dressed up, in plain terms it meant this: men of immense wealth would lend a hand in my life, and in return I was to become their loyal workhorse. Seh-hwan, for instance, would become a corrupt cop shielding chaebol interests — but promoted far faster than his peers. I would become a doctor performing illegal procedures and writing illicit prescriptions — and gain wealth and fame far beyond the ordinary. Even the teacher's phrase, making connections, made sense now. It meant making secrets. Dangerous for them too, certainly — but necessary. There would be things only those who shared the secret could do together. A leak would be a catastrophic risk, which was precisely why the vetting would have been so thorough. That, surely, was what she'd meant when she said I had talent.
Barely any time had passed since he'd come once, and already Seh-hwan was violating my mother a second time in the bathroom. Gripping her white naked body from behind as she braced both hands against the wall, he hammered into her cunt. At 167 centimeters she was tall for a woman, but before Seh-hwan's bulk — which must have cleared 185 with ease — she looked like a child.
"Are there cameras like that in every room?"
"Only the women's rooms. Don't worry. Only a handful of people can watch."
Only a handful also meant there were several of them. Men who could watch my mother being violated by other men whenever they pleased.
"Can I watch too? Even just my own mother..."
"That's difficult. Don't get the wrong idea, Wonjoong. Mi-jung and I are doing this for you today as a special favor, but you are not a special presence here. I don't see any reason we'd grant privileges to you alone."
"If I learn this much and then leave, wouldn't the academy be in danger?"
"Is that a threat?" the teacher asked, laughing.
"Of course not. Just asking."
She thought for a moment, then spoke.
"We've run this place for a long time. Plenty of students couldn't take it and bolted — and nothing ever happened to us. If anything, they're the ones who ended up wretched. Have you ever noticed how unnaturally pretty the women who work here are, from the cafeteria ladies down to the cleaning staff? Their lives are a little different from ordinary cooks or cleaners. You could call them slaves. And yet they're actually the better-off ones. This place isn't the only facility we run. There are plenty of 'livestock' out there who have it far worse than the 'slaves.'"
"Is that a threat?"
"Hardly. I'm just explaining how things work here. You're an excellent student, Wonjoong — we wouldn't need threats with you, would we?"
And the teacher smiled brightly, like a young child.