Mom's Been Corrupted...
"Hehe, Mom!"
"…How many times do I have to tell you, I'm not your mom."
The woman with brown hair and brown eyes squeezed me in a crushing embrace.
"Oh, come on! Look at you — you're adorable. How could calling you Mom not make sense?!"
"…I can't breathe. Let go, please."
"Ah, hehe. I just haven't seen you in so long — I missed you."
The moment I dropped my tone into something firmer, she immediately set me down.
"…Have you been keeping well these past few days?"
"Yes! Me? I'm always in perfect health!"
She said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, one hand on her hip, chest puffed out with pride.
"Then why is your face so red? Did something happen?"
"…No, it's nothing."
"Hmm… something's definitely suspicious here…."
She stroked her chin like a detective and studied me.
"I told you, it's nothing. Anyway, shut the door and come in already. It's cold."
"Hmmm… Yes, ma'am! Got it!"
Her eyes narrowed at me, but she chirped a reply to my words all the same, closing the door behind her as she came inside.
"Mom, how do I look today? Yeongwol and I went shopping and picked these out — cute, right? I got some for you too. I'll bring them next time!"
"…They are cute, yes."
This was one of my disciples, Yoo Arang, chattering away excitedly beside me.
Except "disciple" was a generous word — in truth, I'd raised her with almost the same heart as a parent would.
'She used to at least call me Dad… but ever since my body turned into this….'
The moment my transformation happened, Arang had switched to "Mom" as if she'd been waiting for exactly this chance.
"I couldn't stop thinking about you, so I came to visit! They say crime's been really bad in the area lately, and I was worried about you."
"…Mm-hm."
"I mean, thanks to Uncle Calisian you're probably perfectly safe… but a daughter worrying about her mom is just how it goes."
"…I'm not your mom."
Ordinarily I would have answered back and kept the conversation going in that warm, easy way of ours — but this was not the moment for it.
'…She suddenly walked in on… whatever that was. What am I supposed to do now?'
We walked the short stretch of hallway together, Arang chattering away at my side while I deliberately took my time with every step.
"Oh, and I've got this outfit I'm just dying to see you in…"
And then we arrived back at the living room.
"…Huh?"
"Hello there, Arang."
All trace of the embarrassed energy Hayeon had shown earlier had vanished into thin air.
Wearing her usual mischievous smile, she sat on the couch and offered Arang a greeting.
"…What are you doing here."
"Hmm… 'you,' is it? Your manners are as charming as ever."
"I don't keep manners on hand for people like you."
Like a watchdog spotting an intruder coming for its owner, Arang bristled at Hayeon.
"Why is the person who made Mom like this and then ran away sitting in Mom's house?!"
"Ran away? …Well. I suppose I did run, in a way."
For a moment, Hayeon's smile slipped at Arang's words.
"Get out right now. I've hated you since forever…!"
Normally sweet and gentle as Arang was, she had been like this around Hayeon since she was little.
'…It feels like the rift between them has only gotten worse.'
In the old days, Arang would shadow my back while eyeing Hayeon with suspicion, grumbling about "that ajumma."
I'd scolded her so many times for calling her that that she'd eventually settled on the coldly distant "you" instead.
"Do you have any idea how much Mom suffered?! She was so messed up over it she wouldn't even see me for a while!"
"…I know. I know I hurt Sihyeon."
Rising from the couch, Hayeon came toward Arang and me.
"Don't come any closer…! I'm S-rank now too, you know! I'm not as easy to deal with as I used to be—"
"…Huh?"
Making a mockery of all that wariness, I found myself somehow already in Hayeon's arms.
"So this time, I'm going to make him happy."
"…What do you think you're doing?!"
Without a shred of resistance, my frail body was simply carried along with her.
"Arang, you said it yourself, didn't you? That Sihyeon suffered so much because of me. Well then, doesn't that mean I'm the one who has to comfort him again?"
"What right do you have—! Let go of my mom this instant!"
"What right?"
Hayeon sank to her knees, and then pulled me close against her from behind.
"This kind of right."
Huh?
"……?!"
"Wh-what are you doing to my mom right now…!"
"Sihyeon belongs to me now."
She whispered into my ear, holding me snug against her chest.
"Isn't that right?"
Fwoosh—!
The instant her breath brushed my ear, my face flared red all over again.
"Le-let go right now! He doesn't like it!"
"Doesn't like it? Hm… my eyes are telling me something different."
Maybe it was because of that strange, charged moment earlier — the slightest touch sent heat rushing across my face in an instant.
"If he really hated it… then wouldn't he have gotten out of my arms by now?"
"Th-that's only because you're absurdly strong! Mom has barely any strength at all!"
…Well, the weak part was true enough.
"Hmm… is that so? Then why don't we ask him directly?"
Still holding me from behind, she poked my cheek with a finger — then lightly traced it.
A strangely ticklish sensation.
"…M-Mom, that feels awful, right? Right?"
"……."
…
I quietly averted my eyes from Arang's.
"Mom…?"
"Fufu, an obvious result. After all, we're husband and wife now!"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"What?"
The words that fell out of her mouth were absolutely staggering.
At them, both Arang and I froze stiff on the spot.
"Th-that's a lie… y-you're just trying to mess with me again!"
"This time it's real. Look — Sihyeon's not denying it, is he?"
She had me pinned in her arms.
Granted, I wasn't exactly making any effort to escape — but even so, a claim like that needed to be shot down, and fast.
"W-we're not in any kind of relationship like—"
"M-Mom?!"
Even with my denial hanging in the air, Arang's face was a portrait of pure devastation.
"…N-no. You're not. It can't be true."
"Hmm… sadly, it seems we're not quite married yet. So then… what would you call us?"
With every word out of Hayeon's mouth, Arang's expression crumpled further, tears welling up in real time.
"No… Mom, Mom has… been defiled by that woman…."
"A-Arang?! It- it hasn't gone nearly that far…!"
"Ugh… Mom's completely fallen…."
What — what did she just say?!
'Fallen? What exactly is she looking at right now?!'
I turned to Arang, desperate to correct her.
"That's not—"
And at that exact moment, Hayeon's hand landed on my stomach.
"A-ah…!"
My whole body flinched at her touch.
Her hand wasn't even on bare skin — it simply rested on top of my sweater — and yet my body reacted entirely on its own.
"Fufu. Your mouth says one thing, but your body's awfully honest, isn't it?"
She toyed with my tail as it wriggled against her, whispering right against my ear.
"D-don't touch that however you please!"
That area was sensitive enough as it was…!
"Haaahng… Mom has… completely succumbed…."
"Less than married… more than lovers…."
By now Arang had fully collapsed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
And Hayeon was at my side, still holding me tight, murmuring utter nonsense into the air.
"Th-that's NOT what this is!!"
Cornered by this unbearable situation, I shouted at the top of my lungs.
A few minutes before Arang arrived…
'…This isn't a dream, is it?'
Hayeon could hardly believe the moment she was living in.
She had been tormented by similar dreams for a long while now.
But in those dreams, Sihyeon hadn't appeared as this girl — he'd appeared as the man he used to be.
None of them, of course, had been the real Sihyeon.
They were dream demons that had burrowed into her sleep-weary mind in the wake of battle — beings that wove fabricated dreams to lure her in. She had endured their temptations and clawed her way back each time.
"…If you hate this, push me away right now."
And yet here he was, in the flesh, right before her eyes.
Not an illusion conjured by dream demons — the real thing. Mint hair, yes, and he'd become an adorable girl, but he was still the Sihyeon she loved.
So cute and so beautiful now that even another woman could fall for him.
It didn't matter that he was no longer a man.
Whatever Sihyeon's gender turned out to be, she had every confidence she could stay by his side all the same.
"……."
His — no, her — face was burning scarlet.
She wouldn't meet Hayeon's eyes, but she wasn't pulling away either.
'But still, this is just… pure female in heat…….'
Swish, swish—
No — her tail was actually swaying back and forth as if to entice her.
'She's seducing me, right? She's the one who asked me to ■■ her first, isn't she?'
So it's fine if I ■■ her, and ■■■ her, and make her ■■■■■, and keep her ■■■■ — that's what this means, right?
The last thread of her reason was on the verge of snapping.
Desire accumulated over long ages, and then pushed to its absolute limit across the past three months.
But Hayeon held back.
'…Hold on. Just a little longer now. Just a very, very little longer.'
She had already endured for so long.
Ever since that day — the day Sihyeon had stolen her heart — she had been waiting.
Which was why Hayeon had been willing to nag him, to needle him, just to carve out points of contact between them.
—Please. Can't you at least go somewhere and stop causing trouble?
And as time went on, she had trained Sihyeon to think of her presence as natural.
—You're here to wreck the place again?
Until the day he stopped refusing to let her into his home, until her visits became simply the way things were.
—…Why do you keep coming here when you have your own house? Blankets… no wait.
—Right! Ajumma, go home already!
…She hadn't counted on those little pests — no, those little pests — appearing, but that much she could handle just fine.
—How can a woman be so defenseless…? Hah, forget it.
And then, at last, she had played a little "joke" on the Sihyeon who had grown so close, narrowing the distance between them for good.
The embrace had been purely an act of seizing what her desires wanted… but since Sihyeon hadn't suspected a thing, it had turned out even better.
She had let her true feelings slip when they first met earlier, true — but even that had been taken for teasing.
Except the teasing was over now.
"…Then I'll take it to mean you're accepting."
The fruit of desires piled up over years was finally ready to be plucked.
She wrapped him gently in her arms and drew her face close.
The mood was already set.
In this atmosphere, Sihyeon would not run from her again.
She had watched him for a long, long time. She knew he wouldn't refuse.
'…Finally.'
The very instant the fruit was about to fall—
Ding-dong—!
"U-uwah!"
The doorbell shattered the mood into pieces.
"S-someone must be here."
'Who the hell is it?! …No. No, stop it. Don't!'
She had to seize this moment, now or never.
The chance just now was one she had never once been given in all these years.
She had been just — just one single step away.
"Sihyeon, wait—"
She reached out to hold him.
"I-I'll just go check who it is…!"
But she couldn't bring herself to grab him as he fled.
'…If I held him down right now, he'd hate me.'
The mood had already broken. Dragging it out any further would only be a burden on Sihyeon too.
And so Hayeon gave up on following him.
'…Besides, there will be plenty of chances from now on.'
Even with the mood ruined, she didn't sulk.
It had been impulsive, yes — but she had made her heart known to Sihyeon.
And his reaction had been better than she'd ever hoped.
"For him to go that far just swept up in the moment…"
Chances would come in abundance.
Starting from here, it wouldn't take long at all to make Sihyeon completely, utterly hers.
She crossed to the couch and sat down, crossing her legs.
'Since I'll be living in this house from now on, there will be plenty more of these… little incidents…'
"Aroough…"
And inside her head, the circuitry of infinite fantasy began to churn.
