A New World
Crossing a line is only hard the first time. The more you commit the wrong, the duller your conscience grows.
Even knowing full well that what you are doing is unmistakably wrong, once you have stepped over that boundary you grow intoxicated by the profit or the delicious sense of transgression. You start making excuses to yourself, spinning rationalizations one after another.
I'm not bothering anyone.
It's not like I've committed some unforgivable crime.
There are people out there doing far worse things—why am I the only one who has to feel bad about this?
Little by little the excuses you feed yourself grow bolder, and the guilt of having done wrong fades thinner and thinner.
Kim Seojin was aware that he had crossed a line, yet without realizing that the severity of his sins was steadily climbing, he began to race forward.
"What should I jerk off to today?"
Ever since he had masturbated to the photos of his raped mother, Seojin's revulsion at using her as side-dish material had completely vanished.
Even so, he still prowled the endless ocean of the internet. No matter how delicious a meal might be, eating the same thing every day eventually left you sick of it.
He was hunting for some new side dish to garnish the main course that was his mother.
Ah~! Ahh, haaang! Aaang!
A feast of bare flesh filled the monitor while a woman's lewd moans spilled from the speakers.
Just another ordinary porn video anyone could find with a single search.
The reason Seojin had chosen porn instead of his mother as today's side dish was simple.
It was the lewd, dizzying female moans pouring from the speakers, and the dull, wet slap of flesh against flesh.
"Not bad."
Sensing that the woman's moans sounded uncannily like his mother's voice, Seojin opened a clean ID photo of his mother in a neat suit right beside the playing video.
Suddenly the woman being fucked on screen looked like his mother, and the lewd moans spilling from the speakers felt as if they were pouring from her own throat.
Seojin began to stroke himself, eyes flicking back and forth between the polished ID photo of his mother and the porn.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
He kept pumping, breath thick with lust, only for the video to cut off abruptly right before he came.
"Ah?! Ah, damn it. This clip was short."
He should have checked the length before he started. The broken rhythm killed the mood completely.
"Maybe I should just skip jerking off today and study instead?"
His cock, denied release at the very edge, drooled thick strands of pre-cum and twitched in open protest. Looking at it, he knew there was no way he would be able to concentrate on studying if he left it like this.
Resigned, he searched the keywords he had been using to death lately—incest, mother-son—hunting for a new side dish.
"What's this?"
While wandering the internet's depths, Seojin suddenly stumbled across a strange site.
"Heartfans?"
It was an anonymous, paid platform called Heartfans, and true to its suggestive name the place was packed with adult content.
Because it was a paid site it never showed up in ordinary searches, yet somehow—by chance or by fate—it had caught Seojin's eye today.
"Maybe I'll just take a quick look."
Paid content required payment to view, but registration itself was free. More than anything, something there pulled hard at his interest: the anonymous community board.
Inside that board there were stories from the creators who uploaded paid content, but also ordinary daily chatter between members and all sorts of secrets they could never confess to anyone else.
"Huh…?"
While browsing Heartfans' anonymous board, something seized Seojin's eyes: a post titled [Rate My Mom's Body].
As if possessed, Seojin clicked it.
And that click became the moment he stepped into a brand-new world—the second shock that instantly drowned out the guilt of having already crossed the line.
The post itself was extremely simple.
First came everyday photos of a middle-aged woman who was presumably the writer's mother.
Heavy mosaics covered the background and her face so no one could identify her, yet the photos were perfectly ordinary shots that still left her body fully available for "rating."
Beneath the photos sat the writer's short but intense request.
This is my mom, what do you think? Rate her body for me. Even better if you throw in some heavy humiliation.
Seojin's throat burned dry with tension. He swallowed hard, forced his stiff fingers to move, and scrolled down.
A handful of comments appeared beneath the post.
Some comments were hostile, but others used crude, filthy words that made Seojin's chest flutter.
"…"
After reading every comment carefully, Seojin scrolled back up and examined the photo of the woman presumed to be the writer's mother once more.
Just as one of the comments had said, the woman's nostrils did look thicker than most women's.
…Gulp.
His heart hammered wildly as he scrolled down again and reread one particular comment.
That filthy comment was blatantly judging and defiling the woman in the photo however it pleased.
No—even the hostile comments had, at least once, looked at the woman in the photo and casually evaluated her, stripping away her dignity and personhood in a place she would never know.
Seojin's trembling eyes darted to the view count on the post.
It wasn't a huge number, but it still sat in double digits.
Which meant that even people who never left a comment had looked at the writer's mother, decided she wasn't even worth discussing, and left.
"Haa! Haa! Haa! Haa!"
The breath exploding from Seojin's mouth carried the heat of a furnace. His cock, painfully hard, twitched and screamed to be stroked right now.
Like a broken machine he kept scrolling up and down without pause.
He burned the image of an utterly ordinary middle-aged woman—the kind you could see anywhere on the street—into his eyes, then read and reread the comments that tore her apart, and began to masturbate.
Since that shocking night in the sauna, had he ever gotten this excited over any side dish that wasn't his mother?
Absolutely not.
Just like the first time he had seen his mother sprawled out after being raped, Seojin lost all reason and pumped his cock like a madman.
He carved into his mind the figure of a completely ordinary middle-aged woman he would never normally use as material.
And he endlessly read and reread the filthy words that degraded her.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Pre-cum poured over his hand and even dirtied the floor, but he didn't care. He stroked himself in a frenzy.
Lost in the act, Seojin had somehow risen from his chair and pressed his face so close to the monitor it looked like he might shove his nose through the glass.
His thighs, trembling as if they might collapse any second, suddenly locked tight. A low, animal groan tore from his throat as he came.
"Gguuuuuhhh!!!"
Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!
Thick white ropes of cum shot from Seojin's cock and splattered uselessly across the floor.
Yet the force of that ejaculation was fierce enough that it seemed it might reach the woman on the monitor, black lust thickly coating every drop.
"Ah, hnn… haa, haa, haa."
Even while his hips shook in an ugly, pathetic tremor, Seojin kept pumping out more and more cum.
In an instant the room filled with the raw, night-blooming scent of semen. Mixed with the sticky, unpleasant heat he had released, it created a decadent atmosphere.
Staring with bloodshot eyes at the photo of the middle-aged woman glowing alone in the darkness, Seojin's gaze went distant and unfocused.
It was as if he could see past the heavy mosaic covering her face, or as if he were superimposing someone else onto her.
No—in Seojin's lust-glazed eyes, another "female" was overlapping her.
"…"
His desire-soaked pupils rolled and landed on his phone.
Inside that phone slept his precious treasure, the photo of his own secret female.
With a hand still glistening with cum, the son opened his gallery and filled the small screen with the one photo he had worn thin from looking at it over and over.
The photo of his mother, raped and covered in semen.
The gaze of the son looking down at that photo—something he could never show anyone, something he must never show anyone—was terrifyingly dark, soaked in thick, sticky lust.