Phase 3. Mother Gyeong-ae (1)
After Gyeong-hun left the house, Hui-gyeong went straight into the room.
Still without even a case on it, she picked up her smartphone and fired off KakaoTalk messages to her oppa.
After rapid-firing several messages in a row, Gyeong-hun replied almost at once.
Her face lit up as she kept the conversation going. It had only been a moment since he left, yet here she was already hunting for her oppa; even Hui-gyeong found this new version of herself strange. They had only just become a couple, but with every passing minute her feelings for Gyeong-hun swelled larger and larger. She wanted to pour that overflowing heart into the words I love you, and then hear those same words poured back over her until she calmed down again.
I love you, Hui-gyeong.
It was less direct than any caress, yet it was the single phrase that most surely lit up every erogenous zone she possessed. Face buried in the bedding, legs thrashing, Hui-gyeong drowned in happiness and obsession for Gyeong-hun—and in the filthy desire that rose with them. Once she had heard “I love you,” there was only one way to cool her burning body.
Masturbation.
She left a KakaoTalk message announcing she was going to do exactly that, then yanked her panties down in one motion and slid her hand between her legs.
“Hnnngh…”
Not as soaked as when she was with Gyeong-hun, but wet enough for this. She pressed a finger to her clit and began rubbing in slow circles.
“Oppa…”
Calling for the strong man who loved her sent a soft tickle and a rush of pleasure through her chest. Wanting to savor the gentle excitement, she slipped her other hand under her clothes, lightly pinching a nipple while she imagined how Gyeong-hun would handle her right now. Surprisingly, he never just shoved his cock in. He would caress her until she was more than wet enough; he seemed to think his size would hurt her otherwise. He always asked if it hurt after easing in a little at a time.
Ah—except when he did the deul-bak. Then her juices had run all the way down past the head of his cock. Remembering last night, when he had pounded her like a beast while she bit back her moans, Hui-gyeong’s hand sped up. Her hips and ass began to lift; rubbing her clit alone was no longer enough. She slid her middle finger lower and slowly pushed it inside her pussy.
“Feels… so good… Masturbating while thinking of oppa is the best…!”
It felt good, yet it was nowhere near enough. After Gyeong-hun’s thick cock had hammered her without mercy, after her pussy had begun reshaping itself to fit her own brother’s shaft, nothing less than his girth and length could satisfy her. That was her fate now.
“Oppa… oppa… oppa… Tell me you love me.”
While she pumped her finger deep, she opened the chat again and stared at the “I love you, Hui-gyeong” he had sent. Just six letters including her name. Every time those six letters filled her eyes, she could not stop her pussy from twitching nonstop.
“Love you love you love you love you… Oppa I love you… You’re mine forever…! Ahht…!”
The first waves of climax gathered in her chest and lower belly. Legs spread wide, she frantically fucked herself with two fingers, tongue lolling out, eyes locked on the chat’s I love you, Hui-gyeong.
“I-I’m coming… coming…! Oppa, I’m coooming…!”
The door burst open.
“Jo Hui-gyeong~, even if you don’t do the dishes, you should at least clear the bowls after you eat…”
“…?!”
Her mind went white. Right on the brink of orgasm, pussy juice about to spray, Gyeong-ae walked in. She had come to scold the daughter who had made a huge fuss about cooking that morning yet left the dishes untouched—and instead found her own child panting like a frog, bottom half completely bare.
“…….”
“…….”
“Oh my, look at Hui-gyeong’s belly fat. Perfect for a boyfriend to grab and tease~?”
“Wh-what…!”
“Perfect timing~. I said we needed to talk earlier, didn’t I? Come out to the living room.”
“M-Mom!”
As if nothing had happened, Gyeong-ae closed the door and added one last remark.
“Seriously, manage that belly fat a little~.”
Click.
The door shut, leaving Hui-gyeong alone again. Face burning with shame, she still managed to send a tattling message to the only person on her side, hands trembling.
Somewhere, she almost thought she could hear Gyeong-hun’s sigh.
After cleaning herself up, Hui-gyeong stepped into the living room—the same low table and sofa where she and Gyeong-ae had argued before.
“I know you hate green tea, so I didn’t make any.”
“It’s too hot. That’s why I hate it.”
Hui-gyeong answered curtly and sat opposite her mother. The earlier scene flashed through her mind and her cheeks flushed again.
“Knock next time.”
“Even though I’m your mom?”
“Even if you’re my mom, knocking on my door is basic manners.”
Gyeong-ae gave a faint smile. Being treated like a child made Hui-gyeong grind her teeth.
“Why is that your room? It’s Gyeong-hun’s room.”
“We share it, so it’s mine too.”
“If I fix your old door, will you move back?”
“…….”
She could not answer. That room was practically her and Gyeong-hun’s bridal chamber. But she could not say so out loud, so she chose uncomfortable silence.
Gyeong-ae had no intention of letting the silence stand.
“Happy about the new phone?”
“Of course. I’ve been dying without one.”
“You seem to be KakaoTalking nonstop. Who is it?”
“Why do you need to know?”
If Hui-gyeong had been a cat she would have been hissing with her fur standing on end. Their relationship had already grown awkward after the last counseling session, but ever since she and Gyeong-hun became a couple, Gyeong-ae had been openly hostile. From the morning conversation alone, Hui-gyeong suspected her mother knew exactly how she looked at her brother—and had some idea of their relationship.
“A guy?”
“Yeah.”
“And you just answer so innocently~.”
Gyeong-ae sneered, but Hui-gyeong was already braced. She had never been good at mind games. Whether her mother danced around it or asked outright, the moment she pried into her relationship with Gyeong-hun, Hui-gyeong planned to tell the truth and fight head-on. Even if mother and daughter ended up yanking each other’s hair, she would never back down.
“The guy you mentioned last time?”
“…Yeah.”
“That guy—someone Mom knows too?”
“…Someone Mom knows too.”
It was practically a confession. The only men both of them knew were her father and Gyeong-hun.
“What about you, Mom? Who’s the person you’ve been waiting for so long?”
“There is one~. Responsible, warm to his people, so he overworks himself and makes Mom worry herself sick.”
“That’s just an affair.”
“I haven’t done anything yet~. And your dad’s already living with some other bitch.”
Even dull Hui-gyeong knew that. Their father had a mistress and poured money into her instead of household expenses, forcing Gyeong-hun to earn everything himself. This miserable reality.
“Cheating back isn’t exactly good behavior.”
“So running around sleeping with easy guys was good behavior?”
“What did you just say?!”
Even when Hui-gyeong glared with all her might, Gyeong-ae did not flinch. She only smiled more thickly and pressed on.
“And then you went and hurt the person who actually liked you and showed it, over and over. Was that good behavior too?”
“What are you talking about…”
“You should never have given him hope in the first place. At the very least, if you were going to pure-tease without letting him touch you or touching him, fine. But you made a man in his prime wait two whole weeks, and the second he slipped you insulted him. Was all of that good?”
It was terrifying. Madness seemed to edge Gyeong-ae’s tone. And the details she listed were stories only Gyeong-hun and Hui-gyeong should have known; the knowledge choked her. Worse than being found out was hearing her own sins recited like a verdict.
“Mom spent six years carefully building these feelings, and then someone snatches him away in an instant… it makes me pretty angry~?”
“You knew everything…?”
“Of course I did~! How old is this house? Did you really think the soundproofing was good? Stand a little close to the door and you hear everything. I heard exactly how you grabbed Gyeong-hun and shook him. When you yelled in the bathroom it carried all the way into the rooms.”
“M-Mom?”
Gyeong-ae locked eyes with her and whispered in a low voice.
“I heard the two of you having sex last night too.”
Cold sweat ran down Hui-gyeong’s back. The deul-bak sex she had held her breath to hide—Gyeong-ae had heard every second of it.
“Hui-gyeong, Mom always hoped you’d meet a man who would treasure you. I mean that.”
Grind.
Gyeong-ae clenched her teeth, unable to hold back the fury any longer.
“But not Gyeong-hun.”
“Why not?!”
Cornered, Hui-gyeong could not bear the pressure and jumped to her feet, shouting. It was an attempt at resistance, yet to Gyeong-ae it was less threatening than a kitten. The more Hui-gyeong pushed, the colder Gyeong-ae’s rage became.
“He’s too good for you. I don’t know what happened yesterday, but you swung him around however you liked until something finally caught your fancy, didn’t you~?”
“What do you mean ‘too good for me’?”
“You’ve always gone for the easy route, the easy seduction. That’s why you’ve only ever met easy men. Unlike Mom, who spent half a lifetime paying for the sin of meeting your father, how could you possibly snag a man like Gyeong-hun with the same easy methods you always use?”
“Oppa said he liked me first!”
“If he said he liked you, you should have been even more tender! Treated him even better!”
“Mom…?”
“You don’t know, do you, Hui-gyeong? Gyeong-hun probably doesn’t know either. When you try to cling to him or act cute, he freezes for a split second right there. Did you know that?”
She had no idea. It was an unconscious reaction even Gyeong-hun himself was unaware of. The unexpected fact left Hui-gyeong stunned. She wanted to clap a hand over her mother’s mouth, but all she could do was clutch her own trembling body.
“How many times must he have been rejected and hurt for him to keep a little distance unless you initiate the hug first? Did you know that?”
“Oppa initiates plenty of times!”
“Only after you give him the look or the words that say it’s okay.”
“…!”
“Listen carefully, Hui-gyeong. You’re still just trying to bend your oppa around your finger and play with him. These days they call that an attachment doll, right?”
“That’s not true… I sincerely…”
“Don’t make me laugh~. You didn’t know a single thing I just said. If you loved him, you should have known everything—like I do.”
Fear won; tears spilled. Even knowing her mother’s words were twisted, Hui-gyeong found it hard to deny the claim that she should have known it all.
“You only see what you want to see. Cooking this morning, for example. You complained it was bland, even though I kept telling you right beside you that Gyeong-hun likes mild flavors. You ignored the order and the method and did everything your own way until Gyeong-hun had to run over and clean up the mess.”
“No, no! I just wanted to make oppa happy…”
“Be honest.”
To the daughter who had abandoned reason and was only flailing with excuses, the mother drove a merciless spike home.
“You just wanted to see yourself as the perfect little housewife who takes good care of her boyfriend, didn’t you?”
And with that spike, Hui-gyeong collapsed.
“No… it’s not… I really love oppa…”
“I won’t allow it.”
“Then… what am I supposed to do…?”
Looking at her daughter’s defeated face, Gyeong-ae felt pain and pleasure at the same time. Petty revenge against the girl who had stolen the man she wanted—and, at the same time, genuine worry that if things continued this way, her son and daughter’s love would end in disaster.
“You’ll have to want and think about Gyeong-hun even more, won’t you? Until you feel like dying without him—the way Mom does.”
“What does that even mean…?”
“Crave him to the very end.”
“Speak so I can understand!”
When Hui-gyeong only shouted again, Gyeong-ae wore a gentle, loving smile. This tension, this tightness under her ribs. She had never imagined saying such things to her own daughter, yet she meant every word.
“Difficult? Sorry, Mom wasn’t considerate enough~.”
The mother who had lacked consideration poured her true feelings into a declaration of war.
“From now on, Mom’s going to try to take Gyeong-hun away from you.”
“What…?”
“Defend him well~?”
“Mom, why are you doing this to me… why are you tormenting me like this! I was finally about to be happy!”
“Hmm~ our Hui-gyeong is selfish right to the end~?”
With eyes where quiet rage still simmered, Gyeong-ae approached. She wiped away the tears streaming down her daughter’s face and gently stroked her cheek.
“Then when do I get to be happy after waiting six years?”
“…Hic.”
“Did Gyeong-hun look easy? No no no~. Mom’s going to show you just how good a man Gyeong-hun is, and just how hard you’ll have to cling to get him. So…”
Patting the weeping girl’s back, Gyeong-ae whispered softly.
“Better stay tense, okay~?”