Now It's My Turn to Eat Your Mother (1)
And so I erased a part of my conscience and let a part of my desire grow enormously. Looking at it one way, it might have been a sickness, but from then on my life and mind regained their stability, and my concentration sharpened to an astonishing degree. I studied desperately, ate well, and exercised in moderation. I fell into a dead sleep at a set hour and woke at a set hour feeling refreshed.
Originally, I had resolved not to masturbate outside of the Sunday rewards. But on Wednesday night, unable to hold out any longer, I turned on the computer and opened my mother's profile. Then I played the video. It showed my mother sitting on a sofa. Her long, thick black hair, parted to one side to bare her forehead, fell to the edge of her chest, and paired with a white business jacket, it created an atmosphere that was sexy yet dignified. It was unmistakably my mother's appearance from the interview day. It had happened to her in another part of the same building while I was talking with Instructor Ah-hyun. And without a doubt, the person holding the camera would have been my father. Long, straight eyebrows, intelligent eyes, a sculpted nose, and beneath it, beautifully set, glistening lips. It was a face anyone would call beautiful, but that face was taut with tension.
Behind the sofa, that same man appeared. When the man's thick hand stroked her hair and face, my mother squeezed her eyes shut. And when his hand descended without hesitation and slipped inside her blouse, tears streamed down from both of my mother's eyes. Because I knew how much my mother loved my father, I couldn't even begin to imagine how hard it must have been for her to let a stranger grope her breasts while my father watched. The man's hands kneaded my mother's ample chest roughly — breasts so full that their volume showed even through the blouse.
Then the scene changed, and my mother was naked, her top completely removed. Two large, ideally shaped breasts, tracing perfect curves without a single flaw, trembled faintly. Her pale brown areolas spread wide, and at their centers her nipples stood erect. My mother was still quietly sobbing with her eyes closed. The man, standing beside her with his lower half exposed, took her hand and made her grip his rigidly erect cock. After letting her stroke it for a moment, he grabbed her head, made her take his cock into her mouth, and began thrusting into it. Every time my mother squirmed and tried to pull away, pushing at the man's body with both hands, her breasts swayed left and right. I yanked down my pants and underwear together and began stroking my cock, which had been aching with erection since moments before.
The scene changed again, and there was my mother in profile, naked like the other women, being taken from behind. Each time the man gripping her hair from behind thrust into her, waves rippled through her snow-white thighs, and her breasts, which kept their rounded shape even hanging downward, sloshed violently as if they might slap her own face. Because the man was pulling her head back, my mother's gaze, chin lifted, was fixed on the ceiling, and tears kept flowing from her eyes. Between her bitten lips leaked not moans but sobs. The man pulled out his cock, made my mother kneel, and with one hand gripping his cock and the other holding her head, he spurted his cum all over her lovely face. Watching my mother's face be covered in a stranger's filthy fluids, I too came an enormous amount of semen.
As I sat wallowing in self-loathing during the brief wave of reality that hit me while watching my mother cry with cum smeared over her face, a sudden thought struck me. If my mother had been added to the Slave Roster on my ID, didn't that mean I might be able to choose my mother this weekend? What would happen if I chose my own mother?
I hurriedly cleaned myself up and sent an email to Instructor Ah-hyun to ask. In less than an hour, a reply came from her.
What on earth could this "event" be... I thought about it for a while, then concluded that there was no point in speculating, and that if Instructor Ah-hyun was arranging it, it was bound to be good — so I'd better just study hard.
And so the day of the Half Exam came around again, and I was able to return to the dormitory that day in a cheerful mood. The instructor had been right. While the questions weren't as blatant as school exam questions that regurgitated exactly what was taught in class, as long as I properly understood the points the instructors had emphasized that week, I could solve them no matter how difficult they were. And the moment I woke up Saturday morning, I checked my ranking. Thankfully, it wasn't "No Reward." I'd expected a rank to be written there, but instead there was a time. A time when I could choose a woman — a mere ten minutes, from 9:40 to 9:50 in the morning. It was written that if I didn't choose within that window, there would be no reward for the week.
Doing some rough math in my head, I could figure out my ranking. There were thirty women in total, and since each would serve one man every four hours over Sunday, each would probably take three men. That meant ninety students would be embracing women. The Annex boys got special treatment, so subtracting those ten, fifty out of a hundred and forty would be cut. If each of the ninety students was given ten minutes to choose, that would require fifteen hours in total. When I chose Ji-young, the deadline had been midnight, so assuming the same this time, that was fifteen hours from 9 a.m. to midnight. My slot was 9:40, which meant I was fifth out of a hundred and forty. Fifth out of a hundred and forty wasn't bad. I ate breakfast, returned to my room, and paced impatiently waiting for 9:40 to arrive.
At last the appointed hour came and I logged into the menu — and damn it all, my mother already had a red icon. Three of the four students ahead of me had chosen my mother? What the hell had Kim Se-hwan ranked last week? I chose Mi-jung's aunt. I figured it worked out well enough. That's right — you ate my mother, so I should get a taste of what yours is like. As I recalled the sight of Se-hwan devouring my mother, I suddenly found myself envying him — his height, his handsome muscles, his enormous cock, and the stamina to go five rounds in four hours. Looking glumly at my body in the mirror, I decided I should at least go exercise, and got ready to head down.
I was sure I'd gotten everything right, so why had I only placed fifth? Still, fifth out of a hundred and forty at a place this competitive wasn't bad, I thought — and then I suddenly realized I was mistaken about something. This wasn't a ranking of raw scores, but a ranking of improvement. Most students already had high scores with little room to grow, so it was probably the improvement in class rank. Even so, take someone already ranked first — with nowhere left to climb, he'd be guaranteed to be cut next week. Worried that my own rank might now be too high, I emailed Instructor Ah-hyun again to ask whether my deduction was correct. Once again, she replied right away.
Reading the instructor's reply made me curious what my actual class rank was. The ones within the top 3 would probably never have their slots taken from them. It occurred to me that they might monopolize their mothers all the way until the day of the final exams. Still, there was hope — Se-hwan had been able to choose my mother last week. Tastes varied, after all; there was no guarantee my turn wouldn't come around.
The training room was still empty. Everyone would be waiting in their rooms for their own time slots, I figured, and I started running on the treadmill. Before long, Se-hwan came in.
"How'd it go?"
Se-hwan asked, starting to run on the machine beside mine.
"Chose one. Hey, by the way — what time did you pick last week?"
"9... what was it... 30, was it... right, 9:30."
9:30 meant 4th place. First in improvement. I shared what I'd learned with Se-hwan.
"So that's how it works... So what rank are you this time?"
"Fifth. I picked ten minutes after you."
"Who'd you pick?"
"Your mom."