A Mother's Forbidden Awakening
My life had been utterly empty.
I was told that my mother abandoned me right after I was born. At least, the orphanage director didn't break the news to me until I was nearly done with elementary school.
Using the bare minimum support money from the government, I managed to get at least some public education.
But that only lasted through high school, so I couldn't make it to university and started scrambling for part-time jobs instead.
Then I heard that artificial insemination was possible even at the tender age of twenty. So I decided to use the one basic pregnancy opportunity the state provides to every woman.
The first child I gave birth to that way was Yuri.
After that, thinking I wanted just one more kid, I applied for another artificial insemination procedure.
This time, out of curiosity, I splurged on an imported semen sample from overseas and used that...
And that's how Minhyuk came into the world.
At first, I was thrilled to have a son, but I was worried sick too.
There was no guarantee he'd survive the vaccine.
Boy babies have to get the shot—it's not optional. Without it, they'd die by age three at the latest.
So I prayed desperately that my own flesh and blood wouldn't perish, waiting anxiously for the vaccine test results.
And by some miracle, Minhyuk passed the test and survived.
Word spread fast about Minhyuk beating the odds, and just like that, I became the youngest woman in the world to give birth to a surviving boy. Interviews poured in from everywhere.
I can't even remember what I said back then.
I was that overwhelmed.
Thankfully, the media frenzy died down quickly, and I was able to settle into a peaceful, stable life soon after.
Everything changed rapidly after Minhyuk was born.
For starters, the government started sending massive child-rearing subsidies for him every month.
Seeing that astronomical sum hit my bank account for the first time made it crystal clear: Minhyuk was the one who'd turned my life around.
With no more worries about childcare costs, I used my final third pregnancy slot, and that's how our youngest, Yuna, came along.
Day by day, my bank account kept swelling with government payouts.
I wasn't one for lavish spending anyway, and growing up in the orphanage had drilled frugality into me as a habit, so the money never ran dry.
Once I had enough saved, I bought a luxurious apartment in Seoul with four bedrooms attached.
I gave Minhyuk—the one who'd made it all possible—the biggest room in the center. Yuna and Yuri got the ones flanking it, and I took the one across from his.
The place was amazing; every room had its own bathroom, which made life so convenient.
At the same time, enjoying these perks made me vow to spoil my son even more as his mom.
I poured my all into homeschooling him, scouring the internet for every bit of knowledge a boy needed and teaching it to him with utmost care.
Minhyuk grew up without any major issues. I felt a twinge of guilt for not letting him go outside, but surprisingly, he adapted just fine.
Sure, he started asking out of the blue to open a bank account or demanding pocket money for "urgent needs," but I brushed it off as nothing serious.
Then one day, Minhyuk dropped a bombshell.
The year he hit middle school, he used his own savings to buy gym equipment and haul it into the house.
I was floored.
From what I'd seen online, men didn't even know the word "exercise." They were basically like those Japanese "hikikomori" shut-ins.
In fact, there were no sports or workouts for men anywhere in the world.
Well, except for e-sports, which were non-contact and online. Beyond that, men didn't participate in any sports at all.
So when my son suddenly started stocking up on workout gear, how could I not be shocked?
I'd sensed something off about him since elementary school age—different from other kids—but I never imagined it'd be this extreme.
Still, he begged and whined relentlessly, clinging to me about how badly he wanted to exercise. So when he reached middle school, I reluctantly gave in and let him work out in his room.
Even then, my worries didn't vanish—they only piled up higher.
Hoo! Hup! Grhh!! Haah!
Every day, his ragged breaths and grunts echoed through the house from the slightly ajar door.
I kept peeking through the crack, terrified he'd overdo it and get hurt. He looked sore sometimes, but he never actually injured himself.
Day by day, Minhyuk's body kept growing.
His once chubby, baby-fat frame started shedding the pudge, muscles bulging out more and more defined.
I was proud of my son's transformation, but at some point, a strange feeling began stirring in a corner of my heart whenever I looked at him.
I grew scared of what that emotion was and started avoiding the sight of him exercising.
For some reason, just watching him made it swell inside me.
Especially when he was sweetly hanging out with his two sisters—it intensified even more.
This wasn't like the raw lust I'd felt passing other men on the street, the urge to pounce and ravage them.
No, this new feeling was something more complex, elusive.
Unable to pin it down, I just kept living with it...
Until the day finally came for Minhyuk's health checkup before university enrollment.
The moment he scooped Yuri into a side hug and ruffled Yuna's hair... I definitely felt it: jealousy.
No doubt about it—pure jealousy.
That venomous envy spread through me like wildfire, overpowering my reason.
A mother envious of her own daughters clinging to her son? Nothing more shameful.
But this jealousy was distinct from the vague emotion brewing before.
That mystery feeling erupted like a dam breaking the instant Minhyuk approached and planted a kiss on my cheek.
My face flushed at his sudden move, but I bolted to the bathroom in my room before anyone noticed.
I yanked down my pants and panties, plopping onto the toilet.
A strange, transparent thread stretched between my shed panties and my pussy.
"Th-this is..."
No mistaking it.
I'd seen it online. When a woman gets aroused, instead of urine, a clear fluid leaks from her pussy. It's called...
"Love juices...?"
Definitely. Unlike regular liquid, it was sticky, viscous. Rubbing my index and thumb stretched it like spider silk, thin and glistening, then snapping back.
"Wh-why me...?"
Then, faintly, I recalled a professor's lecture from a cyber class a few years back.
"Historically, women have survived under men's protection. Being inherently weaker, we had no choice but to depend on them. That's why women have an instinct to be possessed by men—to stay safe by their side."
It was a free online course for women who couldn't attend university due to childcare. The professor specialized in modern female behavioral psychology.
"In that sense, women's survival and reproductive instincts merge, sparking sexual desire for strong men. But as the global male population plummeted exponentially, roles reversed—men now need our protection. Modern women shifted from wanting to be owned to wanting to own and protect men."
"So... I've been harboring sexual desire for Minhyuk...?"
My heart sank. I desperately wanted to deny it, but deep down, I knew it was true.
I spread my pussy with one hand, trying to scoop out the pooled juices inside.
*Schlorp... gluuuuurp*
The lewd sound accompanied the gush from my depths. In that brief moment, so much had built up—it kept flowing endlessly.
To clear it faster, I shoved my index finger inside, scraping the walls for every sticky bit.
But that was a mistake.
*Squish squish squish*
"Oh♡ Oho♡ Hii♡ Wh-what's this?!"
A sensation I'd never felt before. Goosebumps prickled across my skin, and instead of slowing, the juices flooded out like a dam burst.
"Ugh... S-something's coming♡"
*Plap plap plap plap plap plap*
I'd lost all reason, jamming my middle finger in too, pistoning my pussy like a maniac.
It felt like I was about to pee.
But I had no intention of stopping. My brain was pickled in pleasure, incapable of anything but frantic thrusting.
Suddenly, my vision blurred—I couldn't hold back the bizarre release any longer. I yanked my hand out, arching my upper body back against the toilet.
"Kyaaaaahhh♡♡♡"
*Pssshhhhhh shiiiieeee*
My hips bucked wildly, splattering pussy squirt all over the bathroom corners.
"Hic♡ Uhehehe♡"
As the fountain from my pussy subsided, my hazy mind slowly cleared.
"Haa♡ Haa... Huh?!"
Reality crashed in—what I'd just done.
I'd been rationally drawn to my own son, the one I'd birthed. My suppressed lust had exploded, leaving me in a frenzy of arousal.
"Kyaaa! Y-you crazy bitch...!!"
If Minhyuk caught me like this...
Mom, what are you doing? Don't tell me... you're lusting after me...?
"H-he'd definitely hate me..."
No, it might be worse than hate.
Minhyuk would never understand a pervert like me—he'd despise me... And then...
Get lost, and never come near me again. In the end, you're just like those female criminals in the news articles...
"N-nooo...!!"
That could never happen. I couldn't bear being hated by the son I birthed, the one I love.
Come to think of it...
"Ah..."
As reason returned, I suddenly remembered what day it was.
"I'm screwed."
I'd completely forgotten—Minhyuk has his physical exam today.