Handle the Deal Carefully
The officetel held only the barest essentials of furniture against an interior so plain it bordered on austere. Its bleak bedroom looked ready for the owner to pack a single bag and vanish without a second thought, offering an indirect window into the man’s temperament.
Yet unlike that bedroom, a peculiar second room existed—crammed with a computer and every kind of filming equipment imaginable. Tiny devices of unknown purpose sat beside high-end cameras and a cutting-edge machine built for video editing. The latest gear filled every surface. A cheerful notification chime rang out through that room.
“Hoo! Hoo! Hoo… hoo…”
A man stepped inside, soaked through with sweat as though he had been working out for a long while. The glow from the monitor revealed a body that, while not carved like a statue, carried a solid layer of residual muscle from careful training—enough to make him distinctly attractive.
Wiping the sweat away with a towel, the man was Jung Taeyoung, owner of the officetel and operator of the Mummy Hunter channel.
Once he had dried himself enough, he sat before the computer and checked the message that had just arrived.
“It’s that guy.”
The message came from Kim Seojin—the son of the woman Taeyoung had been investing the most effort into lately.
A curt sentence short enough to feel almost insolent. Jung Taeyoung gave a short snort of laughter and opened the video the boy had attached.
On the screen appeared a woman sleeping so deeply she might as well have been dead to the world—proof she had taken the sleeping pills Taeyoung himself had supplied. The married woman’s sensual form lay completely unguarded, her peaceful face utterly unaware that her own son was doing something like this.
“Just as I expected. She’s quite the beauty.”
The corner of Taeyoung’s mouth twisted into a dangerous smile. The first time he had spotted her mosaic-blurred photo online, he had felt the thrill of landing a rare catch. Even through the pixelation her features had been sharp and striking, her body so meticulously maintained it was hard to believe she was a mother. Full breasts and hips that stirred maternal fantasy, a faint smile resting on her lips—she was beautiful.
“Late thirties, was it? Who would ever look at that face and that body and guess late thirties?”
He had carefully collected every scrap of information Kim Seojin had carelessly let slip during their conversations. The video now crept between the married woman’s thighs and soon framed the pure white of her panties. Watching the secret footage of the sleeping Kim Soeun only made the urge to pin that oblivious woman down and fuck her surge higher.
He had been working out in nothing but a pair of briefs, so the rising heat made him start to peel them off—until the video cut off with an abrupt click.
“…Ha. Well now.”
A hollow laugh escaped him as he realized what the abrupt end meant, and irritation flared. The payment Seojin had sent was more than enough for the original deal, yet Taeyoung had assumed the boy would naturally accept the additional terms he had proposed. That assumption was what fueled the anger now.
“That cheeky little bastard. Is he trying to play hard to get?”
The brief note had carried the same warning tone—don’t get ahead of yourself—and the carefully edited clip had delivered only the exact minimum required.
“No way that kid didn’t touch his own mother after she took the pills…”
He logged into Heartfans and opened the channel Seojin ran. An identical-length video had been newly uploaded. The only difference was a light mosaic over the face on the public channel; the version sent to Taeyoung showed her features clear as day.
“Ha… so the little shit definitely fucked his mom and only released this much, is that it?”
Taeyoung forced the rising irritation down and let his thoughts continue. The Kim Seojin he had met in person was unmistakably the same breed as himself. The fact that the boy was desperately suppressing and controlling that exploding desire only made Taeyoung respect the sheer willpower involved. Left to his own devices, Seojin would have been dying to gather like-minded degenerates online and put his mother through the wringer—yet somehow he was holding it all in.
“Could just be that he’s a coward…”
He recalled the somewhat withdrawn, timid attitude Seojin had shown. Even so, the boy had still risked coming out to the meeting place just to secure a tool that would let him satisfy his urges.
“But that’s over now. Whether he already fucked his mother or not, there’s no going back.”
Taeyoung ran a selection process for the ones who would cross the line. The boy he had met face-to-face had either already crossed it or was only waiting for the right push. Those without the courage or the potential never even made it to the “let’s meet” stage. Of course they didn’t—what kind of lunatic would risk meeting some anonymous stranger from the internet just because they had chatted a little? Yet the real ones always showed up. And once those real ones tasted the forbidden, they never went back.
“I was the same.”
That was exactly why Taeyoung staked his entire life on this work. The sense of transgression and the thrill could never be filled by anything else. No matter what he tried, the emptiness remained, so he had begun hunting his own prey. And the big catch he had hooked this time was one he refused to let slip away.
“Ah… that little bastard just had to play coy and keep it all to himself. Hogging the good stuff alone.”
Taeyoung stole a sidelong glance at Kim Soeun’s defenseless sleeping face still frozen on the monitor. He could already picture how beautifully she would cry out. Leaning back in the chair, he closed his eyes and considered.
The Mummy Hunter channel he ran always began with a formal request from a client asking him to “handle” someone. That was the custom.
“Should I just give up on the channel this time and use the private site instead?”
He opened the other personal site he operated—a closed circle of only the truly dangerous members he had recruited through Mummy Hunter. The site he had built himself was packed with far darker, more dangerous videos of women who had already fallen from the content once posted on Mummy Hunter. Unlike the request-based channel, these records were made through coercive, illegal methods with no room for the original client’s wishes.
“Hmm…”
His deliberation deepened. Habitually brushing a finger across his lips, he finally opened his eyes and stared at Kim Soeun on the screen. The beast hidden beneath his briefs twitched, sending a clear signal that it wanted that fruit plucked no matter what. Taeyoung had no desire to ignore the cry of that other self hanging between his legs.
“Soeun-ssi. You’ve raised quite the son. Let’s meet face to face soon.”
Mind and lower body were in perfect agreement. A sly smile curved Taeyoung’s lips as he began preparing to bring Kim Soeun down.
Just as Taeyoung had predicted, once Kim Seojin had laid hands on his mother he began to go steadily mad with lust. Even when he sat still he felt restless; days passed in which he could not concentrate on studying at all. Whether he lay down or simply stayed quiet, his mind was filled with nothing but how to touch his mother again.
“Damn it. Did I draw the line too coldly?”
After sending the payment video together with that frosty sentence—partly as a warning that the initiative still belonged to him—Taeyoung had stopped showing any real enthusiasm. Communication had not been cut off completely, yet the earlier passion and hunger were gone.
Even if his mother was weak to alcohol, it was nothing compared to sleeping pills. She only drank herself into a blackout when the stress became truly unbearable, so he could never deliberately engineer those nights.
“Sleeping pills are surprisingly hard to get, huh.”
He had visited hospitals several times trying to obtain them, but of course they were never prescribed easily. The first time he had taken his mother he had been half-insane with the fear of being caught; now he was half-insane with the need to hold her just once more.
Should he have let her discover that she had been raped by some nameless middle-aged man while under the pills, grinding her spirit down? Or should he have left subtle traces of the sex instead of desperately erasing every sign, planting quiet suspicion? Should he have kept the deal with Taeyoung going more actively?
“No. If I had, that man would have taken control and it would have led to something I couldn’t handle. I… I made the right choice.”
Somewhere deep inside him lived the desire to watch that strong mother crawl on the floor in an ugly, broken state after she had been pushed past the point of endurance. At the same time, fear and terror seized the back of his neck and desperately held back the part of him that wanted to run wild.
Yet the sweet scent of his mother’s skin that night, the intoxicating softness of her body, the dizzying pleasure that had burned every thought from his brain—her hole kept rising unbidden in his mind. Even after replaying that shameless video of himself fucking his defenselessly sleeping mother like a dog in heat dozens, hundreds of times while he masturbated, his sexual desire simply would not be sated.