Naked Body Exposed
Blinded by lust, Kim Seojin found his mind for studying working far better than it had before he began retaking the exams. His problem-solving speed had quickened, and both his memorization and ability to apply concepts had sharpened so noticeably that even his mother felt it, looking satisfied for the first time in a long while.
"See? Retaking was the right call. Our son can do it when he puts his mind to it."
Seojin had inherited the blood of his model-student father and mother, and he already possessed the top-tier grades that could get him into the best university and department in the country. Layered on top of that was an impure yet fervent motivation to finish his studying as quickly as possible, so the results were only natural.
Watching his mother's bright smile, Seojin felt a strange guilt more than any joy. In the past, meeting her expectations would have set his body on fire, but now an anxious restlessness surged through him—he just wanted her to leave the room even a second sooner.
"I was worried when you said you wouldn't go to the academy, but you're doing fine on your own. Keep it up just like this. I'll still check on you regularly, so don't let your guard down."
"Yeah. Mom."
Seojin answered half-heartedly while sneaking a glance at the cleavage of the mother who was beaming right beside him. But she was so delighted by the rise in his study efficiency that she showed no sign of noticing anything odd.
In high spirits, she peeled a piece of fruit for him, telling him to eat while he studied, then returned to her own room.
"Finally!"
Seojin hurriedly connected the hidden camera to his computer and quickly transferred the single video file that had just been recorded. Roughly thirty minutes of footage. Wary of the possibility that his mother might suddenly walk in, he carefully hit play.
For the first five to ten minutes the screen stayed dark. Then, abruptly, the image brightened and a rustling sound spilled from the speakers; a moment later, in the corner of the frame, the mother he had been waiting for so desperately appeared.
"Gulp…"
Seojin swallowed dryly and focused even harder on the screen. Freshly home from work, his mother wore a pure white blouse, a black skirt, and flesh-colored stockings, a change of clothes in one hand. She set the clothes down somewhere convenient and slowly began undoing the buttons of her blouse. Her movements were languid and seductive, like a sexy heroine in a movie luring someone in.
As if determined to melt every male's heart completely, she unfastened every last button, revealing the thin T-shirt she wore underneath.
Ziiip.
With the blouse fully open, she tugged down the zipper at the side of her black skirt; the garment that had been wrapping her lower body dropped to the floor in an instant. Caught on camera now were cute pink panties sheathed in flesh-colored stockings.
"Huh… I knew she had a pretty varied collection of underwear, but Mom wears this kind too."
The fresh, adorable pink panties hidden beneath her monochrome outfit somehow made him feel as if he had glimpsed a cute side of her, and it left him strangely excited. While he was still marveling at her underwear tastes, she peeled off the flesh-colored stockings that hugged her healthy, smooth legs as if showing them off.
"Hmm-hmm~"
No matter how tiring the day had been, the moment she came home seemed to make everyone happy; Mom hummed a short tune as she slipped out of the blouse and the thin T-shirt layered beneath it, leaving her in nothing but her underwear. Matching the panties, a plain yet fresh-looking pink bra came off with practiced ease, and her full bare breasts spilled free with a sway that almost begged for a sound effect.
"…Gulp."
The pretty shape of those breasts, so tempting he wanted to take a bite, and the pink-tinged nipples that clearly had barely ever been touched by a man's hands—seeing them made thirst rise in him.
"Doesn't Mom even masturbate?"
It was almost miraculous how pretty even her nipple color could be. In the meantime she slid off the last pair of panties that had been clinging to her body, and the secret garden hidden beneath was revealed. The crack he had been born from, the one he had seen that night in the sauna. From this camera angle it was barely visible, yet the teasing glimpse of it only made his cock harden further.
As if sensing his aching desire, Mom turned away without lingering, as though she could show no more, and stood in front of the shower.
Shhhh.
Standing in the bathroom, she let the water cascading from the showerhead pour over her head first; her thoroughly managed, voluptuous female body began to take on moisture. Jet-black hair plastered itself to her fair skin, heightening the sensuality, and the damp body of a married woman began to radiate a strange allure.
It was only a shower, yet the way her hands glided over her neck, breasts, and waist looked as brain-meltingly seductive as if she were deliberately tempting a male. Every so often her full breasts would sway and draw involuntary gasps; when she lifted them to wash carefully underneath, their weight and softness came through vividly even across the screen.
"Mmm~ hmm-hmm~"
The innocent face of a mother who had no idea she was being filmed filled the monitor, and a hum that even carried a sense of happiness flowed from the speakers. He had never once in his life seen his mother this defenseless. The fact that he was, for the first time, handling that once-terrifying mother exactly as he pleased brought an unbearable satisfaction and a conquering lust surging up inside him.
Once she was thoroughly wet, Mom carefully washed her hair and began soaping her body.
"Ah…"
When pure white foam covered her beautiful figure, a regretful sigh escaped his lips. At the same time his mind was replaying that night in the sauna all over again—because the sight of his mother covered in thick white foam reminded him of her collapsed inside the sleeping bag, pickled in semen.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Seojin used the footage of his mother showering to masturbate and came almost at once. On the screen, still unaware she had become her son's side dish, Mom carefully applied moisturizer to every corner of her body as she finished her shower.
Seojin wanted to share this bursting excitement with someone else. Leaving the semen residue still dripping from his cock unattended, he quickly used a video editing program to cut out the unnecessary parts and apply mosaics.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!"
Eyes bloodshot with arousal, Seojin panted roughly like a beast as he uploaded the video as paid content to the Heartfans channel he ran. It was his first paid piece. And the reaction was immediate and explosive.
The level of the abuse directed at his mother had grown even more explicit and intense. Just like with Mummy Hunter, photos and videos of people masturbating to Mom's naked footage began flooding in via private messages, and some even sent pictures of their cock juice sprayed across her bare body. Just looking at them created the illusion that Mom had truly been raped, flooding him with unbearable excitement; even though he had only just finished, he was hard again in no time.
He used their filthy desire for his mother as side dishes while he masturbated, wringing himself out to the absolute limit before he could finally stop.
"Haa, haa, haa."
Having jerked off far too many times in such a short span, Seojin had to rest a while before he could even clean up.
"Still, there are some dangerous ones mixed in."
Apparently convinced the woman in the video was actual family, a few of them—like Jung Taeyoung—hinted that they wanted contact. They openly demanded Mom's face or personal information, and some even offered shockingly large sums of money in exchange. Seojin was momentarily tempted by the enormous amounts, but he quickly decided to draw an even firmer line with them.
"Offering that much money means they're confident they can get it back."
Just as he had first expected, opening the channel had been the right move for filtering out dangerous elements. Contact with Mom would of course lead to blackmail, threats, or rape using the videos of her already on his channel. Along the way they might demand money, or sell the footage of Mom into far more illegal underground markets and earn even more than they had paid him. He wanted Mom defiled by someone's desire, but preferably—like that night in the sauna—while she remained completely unaware.
"…"
Even as he thought that, a dark craving lingered in one corner of Seojin's heart: the desire to see that strong, terrifying mother of his broken and crawling on the ground. But the urge was far too dangerous, so he deliberately looked away and suppressed it.
Just as he was trying to finish while holding down that rising dangerous true nature, a private message arrived from Mummy Hunter—Jung Taeyoung.
Jung Taeyoung continued with a casual appraisal of the mother's figure he was seeing for the first time.
The moment her name was mentioned so specifically, Seojin's heart plummeted. At the same time he could feel the filthy lust that clashed with the polite tone, crawling across his skin. Was the man trying to prove he was in heat for Mom? Just like the others, he sent a video of himself masturbating while watching Mom's shower footage.
Damn, it's really big.
Jung Taeyoung's cock still boasted its imposing size. Plenty of other males had sent dick pics or masturbation videos trying to prove they were the right man for Mom, but Taeyoung was on a completely different level. Thick, clotted semen shot toward the mother who had finished showering and was wiping the water from her body. The sight of Mom—unaware she had become the target of so many males' desires—being pickled in cum across the monitor stirred primal instincts. At the same time Seojin was unconsciously sensing that, as a fellow man, Taeyoung existed on another plane entirely. The moment any woman, Mom included, got impaled on that thing, she would surely be reduced to a female crawling on the ground with love juices dripping from her lower lips.
Yeah… this guy really does seem like the best fit to make my dream come true.
A son's filthy dream toward his mother. He wanted to feel again that dizzying excitement from the sauna. From Taeyoung he could sense a dirty desire of a completely different dimension from the packs of beasts rushing at Mom or the ones who only saw her as a tool for extracting money. The countless women on the Heartfans channel Taeyoung ran were someone's mother, someone's wife, someone's close acquaintance. Yet before him only females existed, dripping sticky love juices from between their legs.
Seojin rated him highly and continued reading the messages.
"A deal?"
Seojin's brow furrowed at Taeyoung's attitude, which differed from what he had expected. Disappointment welled up at the small-minded approach—identical to the other males—of somehow snatching a breadcrumb and using it as a guide to reach Mom.
As if reading his thoughts, Taeyoung continued with words designed to hook his interest.
"Pretty confident."
Taeyoung's arrogant attitude made Seojin wonder what the man was basing all that on.
"…"
Seojin felt his mind go blank. In all the years he had lived, he had never once changed or gone against his mother's will through his own. She was so frightening that he had never even talked back, living like her doll and doing exactly as he was told. Only now, using filthy desire toward her as fuel, was he improving little by little—yet even that was just circling the outside; he still didn't dare reach out and only masturbated. That was why the sight of Mom helplessly sleep-raped by some nameless man in the sleeping bag had been a shock that shook his entire value system.
Because "I" can't do it, I've been looking for "someone" who can knock Mom down…
"I can do whatever I want with Mom?"
Seojin felt an unidentifiable emotion explode in his chest, his whole body trembling. The message ended there. If he intended to drag Mom down to the bottom, he was supposed to reply. The unbearable heat that had burst from his chest churned wildly through his head. Wanting to shake the sticky feeling out of his body, he came to his senses only after he had already sent a message to Jung Taeyoung.
It was an extremely short message, yet the emotion packed into it was heavy. It felt as if Taeyoung were laughing beyond the monitor, having spotted a fish that had taken the bait. Seojin was aware he had bitten a dangerous lure, but he couldn't not ask. As if he had been waiting for the reply the moment it was sent, a message from Taeyoung arrived at once.
Taeyoung's words made instant sense. The content on the channel he ran had clearly begun with commissions. Not by the will of the person involved, but by the will of the client, someone's precious mother, beloved wife, or intimate acquaintance was broken and defiled. The women in the videos that reached the end had all, without exception, been reduced to females. Not a single one had escaped the devil's hand.
Taeyoung's final line left a lingering aftertaste. Had the process and result that reduced the countless women who appeared on his channel to females truly been according to the clients' wishes? Some might have started out of simple curiosity. Some might have wanted to test their beloved wife's will. Some might have wanted to peek at a precious family member's secret private life. Someone might have lightly pushed an intimate acquaintance in the back, only for them to tumble all the way to the bottom of the cliff.
"…"
Seojin felt the weight of the choice. At the same time an enormous sense of exaltation made him feel as if he might lose his mind. As if sensing his hesitation, Taeyoung sent another message.
"……I'm already doing that to Mom?"
Seojin felt as if he had been struck hard on the back of the head. He couldn't understand. Anyone else, maybe—but the idea that he could do anything to Mom was unimaginable. No—he had simply been deliberately looking away from the ripple effects of his own actions.
"I… Mom…"
He had been looking at her as a sexual object. But he had limited himself, drawing a line that anything beyond that was impossible. He had only thought of pitifully licking the outer shell of his mother; he had never even considered tasting the sweet flesh inside. He was too scared, too terrified to reach out his hand.
"…"
If even the outer shell was this sweet, how delicious must the juices inside be? Remembering that unforgettable sweetness, saliva began to pool in Seojin's mouth. There was only one way to quench this burning thirst.
To pull the trigger, Kim Seojin once again accepted the devil's bargain.