Third Ghost Story: The Future-Showing Mirror
It was the third day.
Three days since Minjun had begun drinking from Suyeon and Jiwoo's breasts. Twice a day, morning and evening. Kitchen and bedroom. That brief routine had already become part of the household. No one said it out loud, but everyone knew.
That evening, Yujin sat at the dining table and spoke.
"Let's have a meeting. Gather in the living room."
Seoyeon, who had been sprawled on the living room sofa, sat up. Minjun took the spot she vacated. Suyeon and Jiwoo sat side by side on the floor. Neither of them was wearing a bra. The fabric of their hoodies was already damp through, milk seeping past the cloth they'd wrapped around their chests and into the outer layers of their clothes.
"We've been trapped here for over three months."
Yujin opened her notebook on the table. Hand-drawn floor plans, a list of every house they'd moved through, inventories of objects that had multiplied.
"Thirteen duplications so far. The rules are clear. When we all cross together, a new house appears and the way back seals shut. The problem is we still don't know where this path leads — or whether it even has an end."
"What about escaping?" Seoyeon said. "Any other ideas?"
"The windows are fog. You can't see the ground below the balcony. TV and internet are dead. The only direction we can physically go is through the front door. But…"
Yujin paused and looked toward Suyeon and Jiwoo.
"The house keeps changing the further we go. At first it was just a towel. Then a pillow, a strange book. This time a single carton of milk did this to Suyeon and Jiwoo."
"That milk."
Suyeon answered quietly. Every eye turned to her. The stains on her hoodie had spread from around her nipples all the way down to her navel. She no longer bothered to cover her chest.
"I drank it first. It looked ordinary, and none of the duplicated food had caused problems before. I offered some to Jiwoo too. That was my mistake."
Jiwoo shook her head.
"I… I smelled it and thought it was fine. It's not Mom's fault."
Minjun uncrossed his arms.
"Then the lesson here is obvious. From the next house on, we don't touch anything that wasn't originally there. Anything suspicious gets thrown out the second we find it. Same with food. If something shows up in the fridge that wasn't there before, we don't even take it out — we just dump it."
"I know the food is precious."
Yujin tapped her notebook with her pencil.
"We have no choice but to keep eating the duplicated food that's been fine so far. We only separate out the new stuff. The rice, eggs, and frozen meat that were already here stay. Anything we've never seen before gets discarded without inspection."
Seoyeon nodded.
"Then shouldn't we throw out that book in the study too? It's given me a bad feeling since the first time I saw it."
"That book…"
It was written in a strange language none of them had ever seen. Unreadable, yet somehow it had stuck in Yujin's mind, and she had carried it with her through every house.
Yujin hesitated.
"I'll keep it for now. It's sat on the shelf for weeks without anything happening. There might be information in it. But no one opens it."
"Forget the book." Seoyeon shifted her posture. "Honestly, there's something I want to ask. About Mom and Minjun…"
The table went quiet. Suyeon met Seoyeon's eyes directly.
"You heard."
"…I heard. From Minjun's room too."
Yujin cut in softly.
"I heard as well. We all know. It wasn't something that could be hidden."
Suyeon drew a slow breath.
"The instructions said the side effect was a nursing impulse toward the opposite sex. It sounds ridiculous, but the pain was real. No matter how much I expressed, it wouldn't stop. My wrists hurt so badly I couldn't squeeze anymore, and my chest felt like it was going to burst. Minjun… helped me."
Seoyeon didn't answer. Her face had colored slightly, but it wasn't anger.
"That's…" Seoyeon seemed to search for words. "I think it's weird, sure, but given the situation, I don't really know what to say about it."
"It's going to continue."
Suyeon's voice was calm.
"The effect is permanent. From now on Minjun has to feed about twice a day. Jiwoo too."
"So."
Minjun spoke up.
"We throw out the weird stuff. And we keep moving forward. Staying put just burns through the food."
Yujin closed her notebook.
"We've got two days of food left. Tomorrow we cross to the next house. First thing we do there is check for anything strange. Discard on sight. Let's make that a rule."
Everyone nodded. The meeting ended there.
Seoyeon rose from the sofa and headed for the master bedroom. Passing through the hallway, she glanced toward the kitchen — the spot in front of the sink where she'd heard those wet sounds the night before. She pictured it. Her mother standing there, nursing her younger brother.
Seoyeon shook her head.
Yujin stayed at the table and opened her notebook again. She wrote Fourteenth house predictions: and stopped. There was nothing she could predict.
The next morning, they crossed into the fourteenth house.
This move was unusually quiet. Thirteen pack-ups over three months. By now, no one needed to be told — each person gathered the clothes and toiletries from their own room. Suyeon selected usable seasonings and pots from the kitchen. Yujin put her notebook in her bag. Minjun opened the front door, and Seoyeon crossed first. Then Jiwoo, Suyeon, Yujin. When Minjun stepped through last, the door behind him became wall again.
The fourteenth house. The air was heavier. With every breath, an unfamiliar dampness seeped deep into the lungs. The fog beyond the living room windows had thickened, pressing right up against the glass — close enough that it seemed you could touch it if you reached out.
Yujin said, "Let's check the objects first. See what else has multiplied."
The refrigerator. A week's worth of food. Frozen meat and vegetables, eggs, rice. Same as before. Another towel had appeared. On the bookshelf, the untitled hardcover from the previous house sat exactly where it had been. Yujin pulled it out, then pushed it back in.
"…Shouldn't have touched it."
When evening came, Suyeon cooked rice in the kitchen. The five of them sat around the table and ate side dishes brought from the previous house. It was quieter than the meeting. Jiwoo barely touched her food. Neither did Suyeon. The pain of milk filling her breasts had driven out her appetite.
After the meal, they scattered to their rooms.
Suyeon couldn't sleep.
At first she thought it was just the chest pain — the familiar pressure of engorged breasts hard against her ribs. But this time was different. Beyond the pain, there was another sensation. Something deep in her mind itched. Her thoughts pulled in one direction.
The vanity. The vanity in that far corner.
She hadn't turned her head, yet she knew its exact position. The mirror on top of it. The same mirror that had been in that same place since they arrived — a mirror that had always been there. For a long time, whenever Suyeon masturbated, she would stand in front of that mirror. Perched on the edge of the vanity, legs spread, watching herself in the glass while her fingers moved. Watching her own sex swallow her fingers had been one of the few ways to endure the long nights without a partner.
She meant to do the same tonight. But the mirror was different from usual.
Even with the lights off, the glass surface glowed with a soft light — neither moonlight nor fluorescent. Suyeon reached out without thinking and touched the surface with her fingertip. Cold. The temperature of an ordinary mirror.
Reassured, she looked into it — and the moment she did, the version of herself in the mirror moved. But it was different.
Before Suyeon raised her hand, the Suyeon in the mirror raised hers first. Before Suyeon drew a breath, the Suyeon in the mirror parted her lips first. And slowly, she began to undress.
Suyeon held her breath. Her own hands still gripped the hem of her hoodie. She hadn't moved. Yet the woman in the mirror already had her upper body bare — swollen breasts, milk streaming from her nipples, thin rivulets running down to her navel. And behind her, the silhouette of Minjun lying on the bed.
The Suyeon in the mirror turned slowly. She walked toward the bed. Climbed on top of Minjun. Then turned her head and looked straight through the glass at the real Suyeon.
The corner of her mouth lifted. A smiling of the eyes.
Suyeon couldn't look away. The woman in the mirror was already pulling down Minjun's pants. Slowly, so slowly. His cock was revealed, hard and pressed up against his stomach. The Suyeon in the mirror wrapped her fingers around the shaft. A few strokes and the head flushed red. Then she mounted him.
As the woman in the mirror lowered her hips, Minjun's cock sank into her cunt. Inch by inch, slowly. Even through the glass, the sight of flesh parting and filling was vivid. Her entrance swallowed the head, then opened deeper along the shaft. All the way to the root. The thighs of the Suyeon in the mirror trembled. Her mouth fell open. No sound came through, but Suyeon knew it was a moan.
The real Suyeon slipped a hand inside her hoodie without realizing it. She gripped a breast heavy with milk. Her other hand went down between her thighs. As the woman in the mirror began to move her hips on top of Minjun, Suyeon's fingers moved slowly along the cleft of her sex — matching the rhythm in the glass exactly.
The Suyeon in the mirror rocked faster and faster. Her breasts bounced. Milk sprayed in every direction. Minjun's hands seized her waist. The woman in the mirror threw her head back — the face of someone near climax. And even then, she still turned to look at the real Suyeon. Face twisted with pleasure, smiling.
The real Suyeon had barely gotten two knuckles inside herself. It wasn't enough. No matter how she moved, she was only licking at the shadow of the pleasure in the mirror. Something deep inside her body ached with emptiness — a place masturbation could never reach. The exact place the woman in the mirror was being filled.
Suyeon slowly withdrew her hand. Her fingers glistened. She pulled her hoodie back down. The wet stains had spread further.
Yujin was still deeply asleep.
From the living room came the sound of water. Someone was showering. Minjun. Suyeon rose on instinct. She stepped into the hallway, slowed as she passed the bathroom door. On the floor beside it, Minjun's clothes lay discarded in a heap — T-shirt, jeans, and underwear peeled off together with his shorts. Suyeon bent down. Her hand moved without thought. She picked up the underwear.
Ordinary gray cotton briefs. Still faintly warm from his body. She brought the crotch to her nose. Minjun's scent. Slightly salty, musky, the body odor of a young male in his prime.
Inside the bathroom the water kept running. Suyeon returned to the master bedroom with the underwear in her hand. She didn't lie on the bed. She went to the vanity. The mirror was ordinary again.
Suyeon looked at herself in the glass and pressed the underwear to her face. She breathed in. Her son's scent filled her lungs. Her hand was already between her thighs. She rubbed the cleft of her sex with the hand that held Minjun's underwear. The smell soaked into the fabric and the sensation of her fingers layered together. Her face in the mirror twisted. The climax came fast and short.
She had only licked the shadow of the pleasure in the mirror. It wasn't enough.
The next morning at the table, Suyeon barely spoke. The nursing was shorter than usual. While Minjun suckled in the corner of the kitchen, Suyeon bit her lip, eyes neither fully open nor closed. The feel of her son's mouth on her nipple was still sweet, and that sweetness tormented her all the more.
The scene from the mirror kept rising unbidden — herself moving her hips on top of Minjun. And now that same son was nursing at her breast, at shoulder height. This boy had been her son until moments ago, and at the same time the man who had been fucking her all night inside her head. That gap twisted Suyeon's expression. Jiwoo glanced at her, then looked away.
By afternoon, Suyeon couldn't hold out any longer.
While Yujin and Seoyeon read books in the living room, Suyeon walked the hallway and stopped in front of Minjun's door. She didn't knock. She simply opened it. Minjun was sitting on the edge of the bed, fiddling with his phone. The screen still read no signal.
"Minjun."
He looked up. Seeing her face, his hands stopped.
"Come to the master bedroom. Now."
She turned and left. Minjun sat stunned for a moment. His heart sped up. He had seen that look in his mother's eyes before — last night in the kitchen while she nursed him, when his cock brushed her stomach, that fleeting expression. Surely not. No — he already knew it wasn't "surely not."
Minjun stood. His legs trembled slightly. Reason told him not to go, but his feet were already crossing the hallway. He stopped in front of the master bedroom door. Put his hand on the knob. One deep breath.
He opened it.
Suyeon was sitting on the bed. No bra, no T-shirt. Her swollen breasts hung with gravity, thin streams of milk running from both nipples down her belly. When she saw Minjun enter, she rose slowly. She came toward him.
When less than a step remained between them, Suyeon reached out and cupped Minjun's face. His mother's palm. Warm, slightly damp — the hand that had been expressing milk. That hand stroked his cheek slowly. Then Suyeon rose onto her toes.
Their lips met.
His mother's lips were softer than he'd expected. Slightly chapped in places, but the warmth came through intact. Minjun's body locked. He could neither pull away nor press deeper. Suyeon brushed the tip of her tongue across his lower lip first. A shiver ran up his spine. Minjun's hands closed around her waist without conscious thought. The skin under his palms was hot. His heart was pounding hard. That was Minjun's heart.
When their lips parted, the corners of Suyeon's eyes were wet.
"…Mom."
"Don't. Don't talk."
Suyeon took his hand and placed it on her breast. His palm closed over the swollen flesh. Hot and heavy. A light squeeze and milk spurted between his fingers. A short breath escaped Suyeon's mouth. The sound struck Minjun's ear. He raised his other hand and held both. Her nipples stood hard in the centers of his palms. A gentle press of his thumbs and the streams of milk shot harder.
"…Ah."
Suyeon's knees buckled slightly. She leaned into him. Wet handprints spread across Minjun's T-shirt. Her hand went down over his pants. He was already hard — had been erect since the moment he walked in. She pulled his pants down. His cock sprang up against his stomach. Suyeon wrapped her fingers around the head and stroked slowly. Minjun's breathing roughened.
"The bed."
Suyeon stepped back and sat on the edge of the mattress. She spread her legs. She was already bare. Between dark-haired outer lips, her inner folds glistened wet. She parted them with her fingers, revealing the pink flesh inside. Minjun stood before her. All the blood in his body rushed downward. His head emptied.
Suyeon took hold of his cock and guided it to her entrance. The head touched wet flesh. Minjun's mind went blank. His mother's cunt was about to swallow a real cock. Hot, slick flesh closed around the head. His body moved first. He pushed his hips forward.
Her outer lips parted and took the head. Warm, soft vaginal walls clenched around it entirely. Minjun held his breath. No masturbation he had ever known came close to this sensation. The exact feeling he had watched in the mirror was now being reborn as his own. He pushed deeper.
A body that had given birth three times, yet the inside of her vagina still had elasticity — opening and tightening to fit his size. He sank in to the root. The sensation of the head touching her cervix traveled all the way to his navel.
"…Ah."
Suyeon's voice. The moan that hadn't come through the mirror now reached his ear directly.
Minjun began to move his hips slowly. At first carefully, then matching her breathing. Suyeon's back arched like a bow on the bed. Milk sprayed in every direction. Suddenly she pulled his head down toward her chest. His mouth found a nipple. He suckled and thrust at the same time. The sound of swallowing milk layered over the slap of thighs. Suyeon's moans broke and continued between them.
Climax came all at once.
Suyeon's thighs clamped his sides. Her vaginal walls contracted around his cock as if wringing it. Her entire cunt convulsed, squeezing him. Milk erupted from both breasts at once, pouring over Minjun's face and chest. He couldn't hold back either — a few more deep thrusts, and he came inside her. The first time he had ever emptied his semen into another person's body. Warm, full, irreversible.
Minjun collapsed onto Suyeon's chest. Their hearts beat at different speeds. Milk and sweat and semen mixed together, soaking the sheets.
How long they stayed like that, he didn't know.
Minjun slowly pushed himself up. His cock, still half-hard, slipped free of her cunt. A sticky white strand trailed after it. He stared blankly at his own semen dripping from his mother's entrance.
Suyeon lay looking at the ceiling, only breathing in and out for a long time. Milk still ran down her side into the sheets. Minjun said nothing either. His mother's fluids still clung to his fingertips, and the sweet taste of milk lingered in his mouth. It wasn't that he was searching for words — it was a moment when even if there had been something to say, speaking it aloud would have been impossible. Only their breathing moved through the room, at different paces.
The bed creaked. Suyeon turned toward him. The things that had come out of both of them still wet their stomachs and thighs. Neither of them thought to wipe it away.
A little later, another sensation rose in Suyeon's chest.
I shouldn't have done this.
As the afterglow of climax faded, regret arrived. Minjun was her son. The son she had given birth to at fifteen and nursed and raised. The mother-son relationship she had protected for twenty-one years had ended today, on this bed. She had crossed a line that could never be uncrossed. Suyeon stared at the ceiling. The corners of her eyes burned. She couldn't tell whether it was tears or leftover arousal.
Minjun was silent too, lying there staring at the empty air. Moments ago he had been inside his mother's body, drinking her milk while having sex with her. His mind couldn't believe it, but the feel of milk still clung to his fingertips. The taste of milk was in his mouth, and on his hands was the smell of his mother's cunt. There was too much evidence that this was real.
There's no going back.
Those words now meant something else entirely.
Suyeon slowly sat up. She looked down at the stains on the bedsheet for a moment. Her own milk, the fluids that had run from her own cunt, and mixed into them — Minjun's semen. Too much evidence. They had said it was permanent.
Would this relationship be permanent too?
Two days later, in the master bedroom of the fourteenth house.
Suyeon was astride Minjun. Every time she moved her hips, milk sprayed in every direction. His hands held her waist. Exactly as she had seen in the mirror.
In that moment, the mirror on the vanity began to glow with a soft light.
Suyeon didn't stop moving her hips. With Minjun's cock still buried inside her, she only turned her head to look at the mirror.
On the other side of the glass was a dim master bedroom. A woman stood in front of the vanity. She was wearing a hoodie, the chest of it soaked through. One hand was inside the hoodie gripping a breast; the other was between her thighs. Her fingers had only gone in two knuckles deep, trembling because they couldn't reach further. A face mixed with shock and arousal and fear — as if she had been watching, until just now, herself astride Minjun, moving her hips.
A woman who looked like her, worn down by a sexual hunger she couldn't quench, faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, thirty-six years old. And reflected in that woman's pupils: herself, transformed into something lewd, astride Minjun, moving her hips, looking back through the mirror to this side.
Suyeon slowly lifted the corner of her mouth. The smiling eyes of a fallen mother who had drawn her own son into her room and shared the cloud-and-rain with him…
Exactly the same smile the Suyeon in the mirror had given her two days ago.
The Suyeon on the other side of the glass didn't know what she was looking at. Those eyes asked, Why is she smiling?
Two days ago, standing in front of that same mirror with the same look in her eyes, she had asked the same question — and the Suyeon of now knew it.
Suyeon looked away from the mirror and down at Minjun again. Gazing with loving eyes at her gasping son, the mother pressed her hips deeper still and took her son's semen into her womb…