Claiming the Mother
Quite some time had passed since the day I raped my childhood friend. There's a saying that criminals return to the crime scene, so I figured jumping into action right away wasn't smart. I went about my daily life as usual, deliberately keeping my distance from Choi Ara.
Naturally, after that day, neither Choi Ara nor her boyfriend Park Jun-hyun had shown up at university.
"Why hasn't Ara been coming to class?"
"Who knows? Maybe something came up at home?"
Unlike me, an outsider, Choi Ara had formed a small group within the department. It was only natural that her classmates were starting to worry about her sudden disappearance.
"This is just a rumor, but..."
One of the guys chatting about Ara hesitated cautiously, then they huddled together, whispering among themselves.
"What?!"
"Shh!"
The news they'd heard must have been shocking, because their murmurs gradually grew louder.
The rumors are starting to spread.
A hardworking, responsible classmate vanishing without a trace. People of any era or age are sensitive to scandals and juicy gossip. It was prime fodder, and fanning the flames of baseless rumors was child's play.
These days, with anonymous boards and sneaky messages, spreading rumors is easier than ever.
I didn't even need to spread it mouth-to-mouth. In this world, starting a scandalous rumor was a breeze. And the spark that set Choi Ara, my childhood friend, buzzing on everyone's lips? None other than me.
This must be how I isolated her.
Kim Il-woo had only tossed in a light spark, enough to let speculation run wild in various directions. The rest—piling on the wood and fanning the flames—was handled by everyone around him.
The cops might be watching, so I need to be careful.
He'd been cautious, but you never knew. Better safe than sorry.
I need an alibi for where I got this info from.
Kim Il-woo approached his classmates, acting like he'd just heard the news for the first time. With the perfect excuse of hearing bad rumors about his childhood friend and deciding to visit, it was time to act. After classes, he arrived at her house for the first time in ages.
"It's been a while."
She'd started dating her current boyfriend Park Jun-hyun, and we'd naturally drifted apart. I regretted not seeing my childhood friend as her body grew more sensual by the day, and eventually, I'd unleashed that twisted lust just recently.
The bridge was burned; there was no turning back—only forward.
Kim Il-woo pressed the doorbell with the calm demeanor of someone not the least bit tense about visiting his childhood friend's home after so long.
"Who is it?"
A woman's voice, laced with heavy suspicion. Choi Ara had a clear, bell-like voice like jade beads rolling, but this soft, drawn-out tone belonged unmistakably to her mother, Lee Seo-yoon.
With what had happened to her daughter, it was understandable for a mother to bristle at strangers—the family couldn't possibly be unaware.
"Hello. I'm Kim Il-woo, a friend of Ara's."
His concise introduction was met with a pause, then a surprised reply.
"Kim Il-woo... Oh, Il-woo? Hold on a sec."
Even though they'd grown distant, Lee Seo-yoon clearly remembered her daughter's longtime playmate.
Moments later, the front door opened, and she greeted the unexpected visitor warmly.
"Il-woo, it's been so long."
"How have you been?"
She welcomed him gladly enough, but she stood in the doorway, blocking him from entering further.
Yeah, no chance of getting in right away.
With what her daughter had endured, even a longtime acquaintance couldn't just waltz in—a man entering the house would be too risky.
"What have you been up to? Doing well?"
"Yes. Just busy enjoying college life."
Lee Seo-yoon inquired with a gentle, motherly tone.
Still got that hot body.
Kim Il-woo quickly scanned her figure without showing it. As he'd expected, even in her early forties, her feminine allure hadn't faded—in fact, it had ripened further. Her cute puppy-like face with slightly drooping eyes held a subtle eroticism, and her long hair tied back and draped forward added an air of refined elegance. Those massive breasts, which explained Choi Ara's ample chest, asserted their presence even through her loose shirt. Her jeans, practical for housework, hugged hips so ripe and juicy they were mouthwatering even from the front.
In one word: a capable noblewoman.
"What brings you here today?"
She asked carefully, trying not to show it, but her displeasure at his visit was obvious.
"I've been worried since Ara hasn't been coming to university lately, so I stopped by."
"Ah... that..."
It was a perfectly natural reason to visit. Lee Seo-yoon looked troubled; she couldn't rudely turn away a friend who'd come out of concern.
Kim Il-woo had no intention of backing off, so he dangled some enticing bait.
"I thought maybe we were on awkward terms so she wouldn't want to see me, but after hearing some bad rumors, I figured it was rude but came anyway."
"Rumors?"
Her expression sharpened noticeably. Pretending not to notice the shift, Kim Il-woo acted awkward and hesitant.
"Oh, uh... There've been all sorts of rumors about why Ara hasn't been at school lately, and I got worried."
"...Il-woo, do you have some time?"
Desperate to know what rumors were circulating about her daughter, Lee Seo-yoon latched onto him immediately.
"Sure. What is it...?"
"Oh, it's not great to talk here. Let's chat outside."
She glanced nervously inside the house, said she'd get ready and stepped in.
Kim Il-woo killed time by replaying the sight of Ara's hot mom in his mind.
She's clearly still taking good care of herself even at that age.
Her breasts showed no sag, and her toned arms spoke of regular workouts. Her youthful face seemed to defy time; exaggeratedly, she could pass for an older sister to Choi Ara, her skin firm and elastic.
No wonder my future self fucked the mother-in-law too.
She was hotter than most women her age. With the natural grace of a married woman and an aura that crushed younger girls, she was the type to have men lining up to pin her down.
Ara's off-limits for now, so I need to take down her mom somehow.
As his lower half swelled with anticipation of how this elegant widow would scream in bed, the star of his fantasies returned.
"Sorry about that, Il-woo. Shall we go?"
Ready to head out, Lee Seo-yoon wore a cozy sweater with a luxurious shawl and a long white denim skirt down to her ankles.
Even in such loose clothes, that sensual body doesn't hide.
Whether because it was women's wear or her curves were just that pronounced, her breasts demanded attention even over the sweater, drawing his gaze repeatedly.
Office guys must drop dead.
She was still active at work. She wouldn't wear revealing outfits to the office, of course, but even in business casual, her figure and looks would distract every man there.
"Sure. Let's go."
Ignoring the blood rushing south, Kim Il-woo donned the mask of the concerned daughter's friend and headed out with her.
"You haven't eaten dinner yet, right?"
She'd noticed he'd come straight after classes and smoothly invited him for a meal. He'd hoped for drinks too, so this was a golden opportunity.
The restaurant she led him to was upscale—too pricey for students or average salarymen.
Come to think of it, the conversation ahead won't work in a public spot.
Whatever rumors about her daughter, they weren't good. And if she opened up about what happened, they'd need privacy like this place offered.
"Whoa, first time in a place like this."
Pretending ignorance of her intent, Kim Il-woo feigned pure awe. He avoided calling her "mom" to subtly flatter her.
"Since Il-woo came to visit after so long, I wanted to treat you to something nice. Come on in."
She smiled softly, pleased by his reaction.
Just like her daughter.
That enchanting eye-smile that bewitched men, like flowers blooming around her. Unlike her daughter's bright one, her slightly drooping eyes oozed raw sex appeal.
"The menu..."
Feigning composure but clueless about etiquette in such places, he fumbled until Lee Seo-yoon chuckled endearingly.
"They only have one set menu here. They'll bring it out, so don't worry. Oh, do you drink?"
Her offer of alcohol narrowed his eyes slightly—the situation was unfolding perfectly.
Though it'll be tough.
Even maintaining composure, he couldn't fully erase the shadow of worry on her face.
"Yeah, enough to keep up. No worries."
"You've grown up. All grown."
The boy who'd clung to her daughter as a kid was now old enough to drink with her. Lee Seo-yoon wore a complex expression—nostalgic emptiness mixed with pride.
As they reminisced lightly, a staggering array of dishes and drinks arrived.
"Let me pour you one."
Kim Il-woo quickly offered her a drink first. The drunker she got, the more she'd reveal her true feelings—and with her daughter's ordeal, he might even get pleas for help.
If things go well, I could take her down tonight.
Hiding his base intentions, he kept pouring, steering from light topics to heavier ones.
"Ugh... huuh... sob sob..."
Having spilled everything from fond memories to her daughter's horrific ordeal, Lee Seo-yoon burst into tearful sobs.
She's a lightweight.
Had she let her guard down because he was her daughter's friend? She seemed to handle alcohol poorly, yet downed glass after glass until she was slurring drunkenly.
Outwardly pitying her emotional breakdown, inwardly he harbored darker thoughts.
Or maybe the stress of denying her daughter's trauma exploded all at once with the booze.
The latter seemed likely. Seeing this poised woman weep weakly stirred a pathetic urge to conquer her.
"There, there, I'm here for you. I'll help however I can from now on."
"Our Il-woo's become so reliable. Thank you."
Tears streaming, she thanked him sincerely. With her husband gone five years ago in an accident, even a daughter's friend felt like solid male presence.
Park Jun-hyun will try to weasel in too—I need to beat him to it.
Ara's boyfriend would surely aim to support the mother-daughter duo. While he focused on his girlfriend, Il-woo would leverage his childhood friend status to devour the mom first.
"Here, one more. It'll ease your mind."
"Sorry you have to deal with a drunk old lady like me."
"Nah, don't say that."
Masking as the nice guy, Kim Il-woo kept pouring. Way past her limit and wobbling, she drowned in the relief of confessing her daughter's horror and the pleasant buzz.
A bit longer, and it'll be fine.
Though worried for her suffering daughter, the mom's pent-up stress had loosened her reins unknowingly. Chatting with her daughter's friend, she plunged into drunken oblivion.
When she awoke...
"Huh... heh?"
Psst! Splurt! Splurt!
Lee Seo-yoon lay on a cheap motel bed, squirting as she climaxed.
Wh-what am I doing...?
Her pleasure-soaked brain wouldn't function. Legs splayed obscenely, twitching without strength—how long had they been at it? Rolling her hazy, lust-filled eyes, she saw her daughter's childhood friend sitting naked, dripping sweat.
"Il-woo, why...?"
Desperate to piece together how this happened, Lee Seo-yoon frantically dredged up her fragmented memories.