Meeting Jang Tae-joo (2)
Whether it was the alcohol or the talk of women, the conversation with the two of them turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable. After polishing off about five bottles of soju between the three of us, we moved on to wine. I had drunk well past my limit and was pleasantly, heavily drunk.
"By the way, Han Mi-jung's a lesbian, isn't she?" Hyun-min said.
"That's what Yoon Ah-hyun says, anyway," Tae-joo replied. The two of them had only grown a little more talkative — no visible sign of drunkenness at all. They'd apparently been drinking before I even arrived; both of them could clearly hold their liquor.
"Is Yoon Ah-hyun that way too?"
"Could be. Mi-jung, Ah-hyun — it's less that they're born lesbians and more that men have ground them down so much they go looking for comfort on the other side. Mi-jung doesn't even seem aware of it herself."
"Then would Jeong In-ae enjoy it with a woman too? She's been screwed over by men plenty, hasn't she?"
My mom? That was news to me. Tae-joo looked at me and asked, "Did you know your mom was raped by her own father back in the day?"
"That's the first I'm hearing of it."
"Well, I suppose it's not the kind of thing you tell your son. She was living alone with her dad, and the moment she turned twenty he raped her — then passed her around to other men and took money for it, or so I heard."
Of everything I'd heard today, this was the most shocking. My grandfather did that to my mother?
"The way I see it, Jeong In-ae's a little different from Han Mi-jung or Yoon Ah-hyun. There was probably molestation and violence even before the rape. Maybe because she experienced it at such a young age, it planted a masochistic streak in her. She gets aroused when a strong man handles her roughly, tramples her down. But she refuses to admit it to herself. After she got married, she probably buried it completely. Even when those desires surfaced now and then, she'd have crushed them down. Even here, she tells herself she's enduring the pain purely for her son's sake. Her pussy's dripping and her mind still insists she hates it."
My heart was pounding and my face burned hot. I could see it — my mother, drenched in Se-hwan's semen, her two legs trembling uncontrollably.
"Then wouldn't it be better to just rail her hard right away?" Hyun-min asked.
"Not yet, I think. However false it may be, you can't just ignore a person's reason. That's what she believes about herself. Push too hard and she'll break. You have to peel her slowly, layer by layer." Then Tae-joo looked at me. "You know we get a summer break here, right?"
I nodded. I knew there was about a ten-day break in July.
"That's when we're going to party properly, and you're coming with us. I've got a villa in Gangwon-do. A few guys who get along will bring the women up there and we'll really cut loose. The women, of course, being the mothers here. You okay with your mom coming along?"
He meant he'd take a mother and her son together and hold an orgy. I'd get to watch my mother being used by the others not on a screen, but with my own eyes? Until recently I couldn't even have imagined it — but I had already let everything go and awakened to a new hunger. I nodded without a word.
"Good. Between now and then, we'll have to make your mother consent, too," Tae-joo said with a smile.
When I'd asked Instructor Ah-hyun whether I could select my own mother, she'd answered, your mother can't endure that much yet. It was only natural. There was no way Mom would give her body to me. And showing me herself being taken by the other boys? Even less likely. And yet this guy claimed he'd make it happen by this summer. It sounded absurd — and yet I wanted to believe it.
"Do you do it with Instructor Ah-hyun too?"
"Yoon Ah-hyun? Of course. That bitch is the tastiest of the lot. Honestly, her body's about on par with your mom's," Hyun-min answered.
"I used her a lot when I first got here, but not much lately. She's got a sharp tongue and too much pride — not much fun," Tae-joo said.
"Which is exactly why somebody needs to break her in properly one of these days. She refuses unless it's one-on-one, you know? You've got to trample her thoroughly before she learns her place." Hyun-min said this and drained his glass.
"Her pride comes from thinking there's no one who can replace her... She does need some training. But we'll pick our timing. Doing it carelessly won't accomplish anything." Tae-joo drank, then went on, looking at me. "Anyway, the big event is in the summer, but we need some entertainment before then. There's a woman we're working on right now — do you know a guy named Kim Yoon-seok?"
"Not really."
"He's in Class B. You don't know him? Small, pretty little thing."
"Oh — I think I do."
It came back to me. The quiet, gentle kid who was always alone. Small and slight, pale and pretty — more like a middle school girl than a grown man.
"His mother is Ji-young. You know who that is, right?"
My head went numb, as if I'd been struck. Had I... fucked that kid's mother?
"Kim Yoon-seok is probably the best student here. He's ranked first almost every time. Ji-young acts meek here, but she was probably a pretty strong-willed woman originally. Being a teacher, she rode that kid hard — he's good at nothing but studying, and he's so timid and spineless he's probably not much use for anything else. Still, they're both fun enough to play with. The son — Yoon Ah-hyun's been working on him, and he seems to have already crossed over. The mother — we've been working on her, and she's nearly there. Once she's finished, I'll set something up and invite you. Let's party together sometime. It'd be nice if Kim Se-hwan and Kang Min-chul came too... We'll try persuading them as well."
"Whose mother is Min-chul's, by the way?"
"A woman named Choi Yeongeun. Know her?"
Choi Yeongeun... I remembered. Se-hwan had mentioned her the day after I'd been with Ji-young. Choi Yeongeun was the woman he'd chosen because the rankings wouldn't let him have his own mother. Which meant Se-hwan had slept with Min-chul's mother. The two of them seemed pretty close these days — did they know?
"I know her. I've seen her profile."
"She's pretty tasty too. Her face isn't quite Han Mi-jung's level, but her tits are huge and she's soft and plump — great body," Hyun-min said.
"We can't do the mothers tonight, so we're going to play with that ajumma. Want to join us?" Hyun-min asked. With the alcohol climbing, he was apparently craving a woman now. The ajumma — presumably the maid in that maid outfit from earlier.
"No, I already did it before coming... and if I stay any longer I don't think I'll make it to class tomorrow."
"Classes? Just coast through them. Getting one guy into med school is nothing to these people." Hyun-min snickered to himself. Tae-joo didn't laugh.
"Still, if there's fun to be had, you should have it," I said with a grin.
"Right. Let's call it a night — go get some rest. I'll call Yoo Chan-hyung for you. We'll meet again once I've set something up." Tae-joo took out his phone and sent a text.
"Hey, ajumma!" Hyun-min stood, called her over, and sat back down on the sofa. The door opened almost immediately and the ajumma came out, still in her maid outfit. Hyun-min pulled down his pants and took out his cock. He was hung like a monster too — even soft, he was far bigger than me. The moment the ajumma saw it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world, she knelt between his legs, opened her mouth, and began sucking him off.
"She's shameless as ever, I see..." Tae-joo said, wineglass in hand, watching. He might put on airs now, but the moment I left, he'd no doubt pounce on that ajumma and degrade her alongside Hyun-min.
Before long, the bell rang. I opened the door and the proctor was standing there. I said my goodbyes to Tae-joo and Hyun-min and headed for the dormitory with him. It was the drunkest I'd ever been in my life; the alcohol kept rising, making the world swim.
"Drink a lot, did you?" the proctor asked. Perfect honorifics for Tae-joo and Hyun-min — casual dismissal for me.
"Yes."
I answered, thinking that someday I'd make this man speak politely to me too.
"Did you do it with our mothers too, sir?"
The proctor walked in silence for a long while, then suddenly answered. "I did. Unbelievable, honestly."
Fine — with Tae-joo or Hyun-min he had something to gain. But something about this bastard getting my mother made me angry.
"Do you have children, sir?"
"One daughter. Why do you ask?"
"Just wondering."
I swore to myself that someday, without fail, I would fuck his daughter.
The moment I got to my room I collapsed onto the bed and passed out. The hangover the next day was so brutal I ended up missing morning classes entirely. At lunch, soaking rice in a piping-hot bowl of soup at the dormitory cafeteria helped a little. I was heading back to the dorm after afternoon classes when I spotted a small figure walking ahead of me. Kim Yoon-seok. His bowl-cut hair swaying — change his clothes and you'd believe he was a girl. So this was the kid who studied better than anyone here? The meaning of those words, which I hadn't grasped when I first heard them, came back to me now. It meant this guy would be at the very top of the selection rankings too. Ranks one through three were ordered by score, not improvement rate. In other words, this frail, spineless boy might well have raped my mother. Though, of course, I'd slept with his — so I had no room to talk.