Chapter 10. Mamang and the Bath (2)
Joo Seol-hwa noticed my erection.
There was no hiding it when I was nestled in her arms.
"I'm sorry…"
"No, there's no need to apologize."
"…"
"…"
A brief, awkward silence stretched between us.
Even if her words said it was fine, her heart must have been in turmoil.
"If you keep it like that, won't it hurt?"
"It's not really painful."
"You don't have to pretend it's okay."
"I mean it, it doesn't hurt. Just a bit of throbbing?"
"That's still uncomfortable, isn't it?"
"Yeah, I guess so…"
"Then let Mama help you."
"Huh?"
I doubted my ears for a moment.
Help with this? That meant… we were about to do something naughty?
"No need to be surprised. This is just treatment. I feel bad making Ravisse handle it every time anyway."
"But…"
"It's fine, so relax and lean into Mama's arms."
She wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and pulled me gently closer. Her massive breasts squished firmly against my shoulders.
"Hee hee…"
Joo Seol-hwa let out a soft, excited laugh. Every time she giggled, it tickled my ears, making my body shiver faintly.
"No matter how tough the day was, just holding you like this makes all my worries melt away."
Her tender whisper drained the tension from my body bit by bit.
"You can lie back more comfortably. Let go of all that tension."
"Okay…"
Like a puppet with cut strings, I let my limbs go limp. As I relaxed my neck, my head sank right between her breasts. Trapped between those two massive orbs, I savored the soft sensation against both cheeks.
"That's it… good boy. Just surrender your whole body to Mama…"
She reached down into the water toward my submerged cock, grasping the base firmly with her left hand while enveloping the head with her right. Then, with slow, smooth strokes… back and forth.
"Ngh…!"
The moment her hand brushed the foreskin, my body jerked involuntarily. Why did her palm sting so much?
"Sorry. Mama's hands are so rough, aren't they?"
"…No, they're fine."
To be honest, they were calloused hands, thick with hardened skin. I couldn't even guess how brutally she'd trained all these years.
"Should I have worn gloves?"
"No. I prefer bare hands."
A delicate hand that had never known hardship? Nah, I liked them rough.
Princess types had never been my thing. Pretty faces were fine, but clingy princesses who needed constant babysitting? Hard pass.
I preferred the hero charging in to save her—the kind who could fend for herself and raise kids just fine without me. A strong female.
And in that sense, Joo Seol-hwa was the perfect match for my tastes.
"Keep going just like that. But it stings when you brush it, so squeeze a little and knead gently."
"I'll try."
She began massaging my cock with careful squeezes. Surrendering my entire body to this bigger, stronger woman for her heavenly service—nothing had ever felt this good. What would an armchair like this even cost? Millions? Tens of millions? Hundreds?
No, priceless. Money couldn't buy this.
Cheap women? You could buy those with cash. Pay enough, and some would rim you till you popped.
But Joo Seol-hwa wasn't cheap. A murder ghost who could decapitate hundreds in a night. If she wanted, killing me would be effortless. One twist of my neck, done.
Yet here she was, cradling my body tenderly, serving me with all her heart.
I lost track of time, basking in the ultimate bliss.
…Ten minutes later.
"…Son?"
"Yeah…?"
I mumbled in a drowsy haze.
"Am I no good at this?"
"Not at all. Feels amazing right now."
No sign of climax after ten minutes—she must've been worried she was doing it wrong.
Honestly, her technique was clumsy. I could tell this was her first time at handjob duty.
But that made it better. Nice and leisurely. I was even holding back on purpose.
If I could, I'd stay like this all day.
"Truth is, Mama has zero experience with men… Sorry about that."
Music to my ears.
"Ever dated?"
"Never once."
A grin spread across my face.
"Bet you had tons of admirers. Never got hit on?"
"It happened sometimes, but I ignored them."
"Why?"
"My lifespan was so short. I figured I'd die around thirty-five anyway—no point dreaming of anything serious."
"And now? The curse is lifted."
"Hmm… With three kids already, do I even need a man?"
"Good to hear."
"Why's that?"
"Well… Honestly, I'd be jealous if you dated another guy."
Ridiculous, I knew. We were mother and son.
But how could I not see her as a woman?
"Hee hee… A-young was right after all."
"What'd she say?"
"That you've gotten cuter lately."
"Me, cute? While I'm just lying here getting serviced like a pathetic mess?"
"More than cute—adorable."
"Mamang…!"
"…? Mamang?"
"Oh, sorry. Slipped out…"
Overloaded with maternal love, I'd regressed like a toddler.
"No, no apologies. It makes me happy, actually."
"Really?"
"Yes. If you're okay with it, call me that from now on."
"Is that alright?"
"Truth is, I've always wished you'd call me something casual. So-min and A-young say 'Mama,' but you were always so formal."
"Why was that?"
"You said real mom gets 'Mama,' stepmom gets 'Mother'—to keep them separate. Calling me 'Mama' might erase memories of your birth mom, and that scared you."
"Ah…"
The diary entries flashed in my mind.
[My parents passed away.]
[It was an air raid too fierce to stop, even knowing it was coming.]
[But was that really the best we could do?]
[If I'd revealed my past-life memories, could the outcome have changed?]
[No point regretting what's lost.]
[I can't repeat the same mistakes.]
[I have to protect my remaining family.]
That was all the diary said about his birth parents. He seemed to avoid the topic deliberately. Too horrific to recall?
Whatever. I wasn't Joo Ji-hoon. No memories of a birth mom. No qualms calling Joo Seol-hwa something affectionate.
"Mamang!"
"Hee hee…"
The new nickname bridged the gap instantly.
"Just when we're alone, okay? Too embarrassing in front of others."
"Shall we get out of the tub now?"
"You sure? Treatment's not done."
"Fine by me. We can finish while washing."
Cumming in the water felt kinda gross.
…I sat on the bath stool, and Joo Seol-hwa knelt before me.
"Tell me if it stings anywhere."
She lathered a towel with soap and began washing me gently. Her movements were precise and smooth—like she'd done this a thousand times.
Honestly, even if she sucked at it, who cared? A beauty tending my bath? Technique was secondary.
But she was good, so even better. I surrendered to her touch.
Throb… throb… My swollen cock twitched every time her hands grazed me. She kept stealing glances at it while washing. An 18cm monster, fully erect—hard not to notice.
"Gotta clean this thoroughly too, right? It's precious…"
She soaped it up, using her bare hands this time instead of the towel. The lather kept it from stinging.
"Let's get inside the foreskin nice and clean."
She gently peeled back the skin, revealing the plump, flushed glans. Deep pink, veined red from the rush of blood.
"Stuff builds up under there—gotta scrub carefully."
Her long, slender fingers swept under the ridge.
"Eut…!"
So sensitive—my hips bucked. A bead of precum oozed from the slit, like a kid drooling.
I sneaked peeks at Joo Seol-hwa's body. Even wrapped in the towel, her breasts bulged insistently. Wet fabric made her pink nipples translucent.
Stuff like that right in my face? Eyes wander. Any guy would crack.
"Distracted by these?"
She noticed my gaze and tugged the towel higher. It clung tighter, sharpening the nipple view.
"Sorry…"
I dipped my head sheepishly. Not really sorry, but playing the part.
"It's fine. They say all men love breasts. You're a man too—no helping it."
"…"
"They say big ones make you wanna touch. You too?"
"Yeah…"
"If you really want… go ahead."
"R-Really…?"
"Of course. A child touching his mama's breasts… it's natural."
"…"
Sure, for a kid. But at twenty-one? Unheard of.
I didn't point that out. Ignorance is bliss—time to grope.
"Wait just a sec. Let me unwrap the towel…"
Swish… She undid her towel herself.
Boing… Her slightly constrained breasts sprang free, rippling softly.