Transmigrated into Japanese Colonial Korea, But My Mother Is Way Too Seductive
The moment I collapsed, the world flipped into darkness.And when I opened my eyes again…I was sprawled out like a starfish on a thick futon in the middle of an unfamiliar tatami room.“Haah~”The sensory resolution was far too high for this to be a dream, yet the world-building patch was too messed up for it to be reality.‘Holy shit… did I actually transmigrate? Did the basement-dwelling engineering student life just get rebooted like this?’Transmigration should have been shocking enough to make me faint, but strangely, I felt oddly calm.To be precise, it wasn’t calm so much as my brain had overloaded and switched into temporary safe mode.I examined the body I’d possessed once more.The only thing covering me was a thin yukata.Between the loose white fabric with its faint indigo patterns, my—no, this body’s—thick pectoral muscles and rock-hard six-pack abs were fully exposed.Then I lowered my gaze a little further.I sucked in a sharp breath.Between my legs, completely without underwear, that monstrous thing lay flopped heavily.“…Wow!! Damn… even seeing it again, I still can’t get used to it… is that size even physically possible?”‘Is this it? Is this gigantic thing my transmigration perk or something?’‘By the way, what the hell was that voice I heard in my head last night?’‘It doesn’t feel like a normal transmigration… more like I logged into someone else’s account and the root permissions got completely tangled.’I shook my head and pushed myself upright.My whole body felt sluggish, yet an overwhelming hunger surged through me.My stomach let out a loud, rumbling growl.At that moment, the savory smell of rice, miso soup simmering, and fish grilling filled my nose.Despite the extreme confusion in my brain, this powerful body was radiating a beast-like appetite.As if pulled by an invisible string, I stood up and slid open the heavy sliding door.Clack, clack.The sound of dishes clinking came from outside.There, in the kitchen, stood a woman.Wearing a pale jade-green kimono with her hair neatly pinned up, she had her back turned, slicing something on a cutting board.“Oh, you’re awake? Chul-min.”The rhythmic chopping stopped. She turned her head.The instant her face, backlit by sunlight, fully entered my vision, the memories hidden in last night’s fog slammed into my skull like a lightning bolt.My breath caught in my throat. My legs nearly gave out, and I almost collapsed onto the wooden floor.That face definitely belonged to the woman who, last night, had been hanging in midair like a slaughtered piece of meat bound with ropes.The one endlessly dripping transparent, sticky nectar from between her forcibly spread legs…The one with red lips parted, letting out sticky moans that could have been broken reason from overwhelming pleasure or unbearable agony—that seductive female.‘…Insane.’“Is your stomach feeling better?”Sakura set down the kitchen knife and approached me.Her voice carried genuine, unadorned concern.“You suddenly collapsed in the garden yesterday. Your mother was so worried.”Her tone was incredibly warm.It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had been releasing those wet, obscene moans last night.Her name was Geum-ok.But in this bizarre Japanese-style mansion, a hazy memory flickered through my mind—she was called ‘Sakura.’“Ah, no… I just felt a little dizzy…”The deep, husky voice that came out of my mouth made my insides twist with a bizarre sense of alienation.She came closer and gently placed her soft hand on my cheek.The moment the rich, mature scent of a grown woman hit me, I reflexively held my breath and quickly scanned her body.Were there any red rope marks or brands left from where I’d dug into her skin yesterday?Beneath the neatly wrapped collar of that elegant kimono, were the breasts that had swelled as if ready to burst, the clitoris that had been forcibly squeezed dark red by a rubber ring, and the piercing ring that had cruelly pierced its tip all hidden?But the skin visible outside the kimono showed no noticeable traces.Her clear, gentle eyes looked so pure it was eerie—as if she had no memory whatsoever of last night’s hellish scene.Now that I looked properly, she had kind, slightly drooping eyes and gave off an overall warm, modest impression.Yet because of the faintly pitiful moisture in her gaze, she somehow radiated a strangely seductive aura.Moreover, despite the modest, neatly tied kimono, her unrealistically voluptuous figure made her look obscenely sensual.The enormous breasts that strained against the fabric with explosive presence, the unusually plump hips and buttocks that spread so wide they seemed ready to burst the skirt even when she stood demurely.She clearly had the face of a modest mother in her forties, yet her body was vulgarly seductive, exactly like the lewd bitch from the memory I’d just recalled.‘Wow… this pretty auntie has such an innocent face, but her body… is just too violently sexy.’“Come sit down. I grilled the fish you like today.”Sakura calmly set the table.I sat cross-legged at the low table where she indicated.The movement caused the yukata to part slightly, exposing that massive thing for a moment, but she didn’t glance at it.It was a simple yet neat breakfast: rice, soup, grilled fish, and kimchi.We began eating in silence.My current memory state was pure chaos.The twenty-four years of Park Chul-min’s life had settled like fog over Seo Yun-seo’s memories, mixing together in a jumbled mess.‘First, let’s gather information from my surroundings.’‘Where the hell am I? The tatami on the floor, the yukata I’m wearing, the kimono that woman is wearing, and the name “Sakura.”’‘Don’t tell me this is Japan? Or Japanese colonial Korea?’My original memories and the fragmented ones from Park Chul-min were so tangled that I couldn’t immediately pin down the exact year or location.Hoping for any clue, I lifted my head and observed Sakura sitting across from me.She was quietly moving her chopsticks.From the warm way she carefully placed deboned white fish flesh onto my rice bowl to the contented look in her eyes as she watched me eat, she was the very picture of a loving, affectionate mother.‘Of course, not every normal mother is this beautiful with such a voluptuous figure…’I broke the serene silence and cautiously spoke.“Um… Mother.”“Hm? What is it, Chul-min? Shall I bring you some scorched-rice water?”She looked at me with gentle eyes.I carefully read her expression and asked indirectly.“By any chance… are we in Japan right now?”For a moment, the chopsticks in her hand froze.A look of utter bewilderment crossed her previously gentle face, as if to say, ‘What nonsense is this boy spouting?’Her eyes widened like a rabbit’s, and she asked back in disbelief.“Chul-min… did you hit your head hard when you collapsed in the garden yesterday?”“We’re right in the middle of Gyeongseong, on Joseon soil, and you’re asking if we’re in Japan…?You’ve been working at the Kenpeitai, and now you’ve turned into a full-blown Japanese from head to toe?”Her tone was soft, but at the end there was a light, motherly scolding.‘Ah… ping test failed. Still, it looks like this is definitely the Japanese colonial Joseon server.’‘But of all things… Japanese colonial rule!’As a history otaku, the period that frustrated me the most and felt like I’d swallowed a hundred sweet potatoes was precisely this Japanese colonial period.‘In some alternate history novels, the protagonist is born as King Sejong’s son and rides the science tech tree all the way to the end, but why do I start on Hell Joseon difficulty?! Damn it!’‘By the way, why were you hanging in midair last night with your pussy spread wide open?’…was what I wanted to ask, but I couldn’t possibly say it out loud.The very first moment I’d transmigrated into this body, Park Chul-min had been collapsed naked and blindfolded in front of his bound mother.It was an utterly incomprehensible, abnormal situation.Piecing together this abnormal puzzle with normal logic was nearly impossible.‘Did this bastard Park Chul-min do that to his own mother…? No way?’The moment the horrific word ‘incest’ flashed through my mind, the very act of sitting across from her calmly eating felt grotesque and repulsive.I hurriedly shoveled down my rice as if fleeing and stood up.To clear my complicated head, I left the room and headed toward the Japanese-style garden where I had collapsed the night before.Neatly trimmed pine trees, moss-covered stone lanterns, and a small pond sat quietly in the center of the garden.As I looked around, my eyes caught a small annex building tucked away in the corner.It was completely separate from the main house. The building, made of black wood, had not a single window.‘What the hell is that place for?’Driven by curiosity, I started walking toward it—when suddenly,“Chul-min! No!!”An urgent voice came from behind.Startled, I turned around to see Sakura standing at the edge of the veranda, her face deathly pale.“Huh?”She hurried over with quick steps and grabbed my wrist tightly.The gentle look in her eyes was gone, replaced by deep fear, as if she had seen something horrifying.“Why, why are you acting like this? I told you over and over never to go near there!”Her voice trembled as she finished speaking.At the same time, a strange anxiety rose from the fragmented memories in my head.‘Why? What on earth is inside there that makes this auntie freak out like this?’‘Is some demon king sealed in there? Or is it the entrance zone for the main quest in this messed-up world?’For now, I obediently nodded and took a step back.“Ah… Yes. I’m sorry, Mother. I must still be half-asleep.”Only then did Sakura let out a deep sigh of relief and smile faintly.Leaving my questions and unease about the annex behind, I trudged back to the veranda and sat down.Sakura went back inside and began cleaning.She knelt down and started wiping the floor with a rag.And as I sat on the veranda blankly watching the scene, a dry gulp went down my throat.“Gulp.”The way Sakura was bent over, upper body lowered, was far too defenseless and explicit.The thin jade-green kimono fabric stretched taut over her plump hips and explosive buttocks, revealing their curves without any filter, stretched to the absolute limit.Every time she moved the rag back and forth, her ass swayed seductively.‘Agh! Her backside is way too exposed!’‘There probably isn’t any proper underwear in this era…Is she really wearing nothing but a single layer of kimono directly on her bare skin?’Above the fabric stretched tight between her thighs, the plump flesh of her pussy drew a three-dimensional silhouette that occasionally showed through.Moreover, as she leaned forward, the loosened collar revealed her heavy, luscious breasts jiggling as if about to spill out.‘Wow, look at those beads of sweat forming in her cleavage.I have no idea where I’m supposed to look!’‘A glamorous mature beauty in a kimono on tatami, mopping the floor…’It felt exactly like watching a live-action Japanese AV about a married woman.‘…!!’Suddenly, my lower body grew burning hot and swelled with ferocious force.The obscene image of her hanging in midair dripping nectar last night overlapped with her current pure appearance.‘Are you crazy, Seo Yun-seo?! No matter how much this is a possessed body, she’s your mother! Hold it together, you lunatic!’Horrified by the throbbing instinct of this flesh, I slammed my fist into my thigh.To force my gaze away, I deliberately spoke in a calm voice.“Uh, Mother. Is there anything I can help with?”Sakura, who had been mopping, lifted her sweat-beaded face and smiled brightly.“You silly boy. Isn’t today your precious day off? Just go back to your room and rest.”‘Day off?’‘What kind of job do I have that I get a day off?’Since I needed to escape that dangerous visual stimulus, I stood up and hurriedly fled to my room.The room was cleaner than I expected.Wondering if there were any clothes, I opened the old wooden wardrobe in the corner.The moment I saw what was inside, I froze on the spot.Hanging neatly inside was a well-pressed khaki uniform.Shiny brass buttons and epaulets, and most decisively… the two characters clearly stamped on the armband.
“Fuck…”A hollow laugh escaped my lips.“Japanese Kenpeitai? The owner of this body is a Korean collaborator working as a Kenpeitai officer during the colonial period?”“Wow, starting job isn’t independence activist but a prime suspect for pro-Japanese collaborator…”“This Park Chul-min guy is a complete piece of trash!!”On top of the incest suspicion came the title of national traitor.Mental exhaustion and lethargy hit me all at once.I lay down on the unmade futon and fell straight asleep.“Thud! Thud!”How long had I slept?A dull, rhythmic sound of something being struck woke me with a start.I opened the door and headed toward the backyard where the noise was coming from.“Mother?”It was Sakura.That slender woman (though her midsection and hips were anything but slender) was grunting as she swung an axe almost as big as her upper body, splitting firewood.‘Wait, she’s chopping wood with those thin wrists?’I hurried over and took the axe from her hands.“Mother, you’ll hurt yourself. Let me do this. Please step aside.”“Oh my, Chul-min. I told you to rest…”She reluctantly handed over the axe and sat on the veranda, wiping the sweat from her forehead.I stood in front of the log with the axe in hand and thought for a moment.‘But… have I ever chopped firewood before…?’Yet the heavy iron axe felt strangely light, like a toy.I lightly lifted my arm and brought it down.“—THWACK!”“CRRRACK!!”“…?”With a single swing, the thick log split cleanly in two and rolled across the ground.I didn’t even feel any recoil in my hands.‘Wow… this hardware output is actually insane. Did this body go all-in on strength stats?’Feeling a strange catharsis from the overwhelming physical power of this body, I kept swinging the axe.Chopping firewood felt as easy as playing a musou game.Sakura sat on the veranda, watching my reliable figure with a warm, satisfied gaze.Her eyes were full of affection, pride, and love.By the time I had built up a mountain of firewood while sweating profusely, the sky was dyed with a red sunset.As I set the axe down and caught my breath, Sakura quietly approached.She was holding a bowl of cool water with both hands, offering it with care.“You worked hard, Chul-min. You must be thirsty. Drink this first.”“Ah… thank you, Mother.”I accepted the bowl and drank it down in one go.The ice-cold water sliding down my throat instantly quenched the burning thirst.Sakura took out a white handkerchief from her sleeve and stepped closer.“You’re sweating buckets. Hold still.”Her hand touched my forehead.With an extremely loving gaze, Sakura looked up at me and gently wiped away the sweat running down my forehead, the bridge of my nose, and along my jawline.Beyond the handkerchief, her warm body heat and the rich, womanly scent rushed over me again.Every time her fingertips brushed my skin, every nerve in my body seemed to tingle.“Chul-min, that’s enough. Come inside and let’s have dinner.”“…Y-yes, ma’am!”At Sakura’s call, I set down the axe and went inside.Dinner was just as simple as breakfast: a few side dishes and miso soup.We sat facing each other in the room bathed in sunset light and quietly emptied our bowls.As she cleared the table after the meal, Sakura asked,“Chul-min, you sweated so much. I’ve heated some water. Would you like to wash up and rest?”‘Bath?’A chill that was somehow also burning hot ran down my spine.The bizarre scene from last night flashed through my mind, and even the simple word ‘bath’ set off alarm bells in my brain.‘She’s not going to offer to scrub my back, is she? Or is she really just telling me to wash?’In a narrow, humid bathroom filled with white steam, the image of her voluptuous, soft breasts sliding against my back mercilessly shook my mind.“Ugh…!”Just that brief fantasy made my lower body swell with ferocious force.Either way, I didn’t want to take a bath in this state of arousal.“Ah… no. I’ll wash later. You must be tired, Mother. Please rest first.”I practically fled back to my room.Inside the darkened room.I sat leaning against the cold wall and mentally organized all the world information I had gathered so far.First, the era and location.Gyeongseong, the heart of Japanese colonial Joseon in the 1930s.Second, my playable character.Park Chul-min, a well-built man apparently working as a Japanese Kenpeitai collaborator.Third, the cohabiting NPC… no, Mother Sakura, real name Geum-ok.A mother who appears kind and modest, yet the sight I saw the previous night was so contrasting it made me wonder if it had been a dream.‘And most likely… her son Park Chul-min is involved in that…?’Fourth, the strange annex in the corner of the garden that I must never approach.“Haah…”I roughly clutched my head with both hands and let out a groan.“Normally in these transmigration stories, doesn’t a ‘ding’ sound happen and a guideline or status window pop up? Isn’t that the standard?”“I can’t even tell if my genre is a mystery detective story or a hardcore survival story where I risk my life.”I buried my face between my knees and let out a frustrated sigh.“No manual, no help menu… wait a second.”A thought suddenly flashed through my mind and I jerked my head up.“Could this… be an adult dating sim world?”“A messed-up dating sim game where you adjust shame and favorability values to survive at the extreme?”“Then the first capture target in front of me is…”“Don’t tell me it’s that elegant, voluptuous mother, Sakura?!”The moment the thought left my mouth, I violently clapped a hand over it.‘You crazy bastard. Are you seriously in heat? Why the hell are you suddenly talking about dating sims?’A wave of self-loathing hit me for trying to package this messed-up incest situation as a dating sim with my shallow rationality.I helplessly dropped my head back down between my knees.A sour yet heavy smell stung my nose.“Ugh…”It was the smell of male sweat from chopping firewood.‘Let’s wash first. Wash and reset my brain a bit.’I stood up, walked down the hallway, and headed toward the bathroom.A Japanese-style house had a separate changing room and bathing area.I had just reached the changing room at the end of the hallway and was about to undress when—Rustling sounds came from inside the bathroom, followed by—“Slide—”The sliding door opened, and thick steam poured out like fog.And then.Breaking through the white mist,Sakura emerged with wet hair cascading over her slender shoulders, revealing her completely naked, seductive bare body.‘Ah… so it really is… a survival-type adult dating sim…’
