The Overly Devoted Mother's Bath Etiquette
The sliding door to the bathroom slid open, releasing a thick cloud of hot steam that billowed into the hallway.
From within, a completely naked Sakura stepped out.
“Haaah…!”
I reflexively sucked in a sharp breath and whipped my head away.
Sakura slowly emerged, running her fingers through her wet hair. Her bare body radiated the intense heat of a fresh bath, and droplets of water clung to her flushed skin, tracing sensual paths along every voluptuous curve.
The faint, sweet scent of soap mingled with the humid steam, blending with the rich, womanly aroma of her heated flesh to create an intoxicating, heavy fragrance.
Is this… the so-called “post-bath woman scent” I’ve only ever heard about?
Whoa… this smell could melt a man’s bones. It’s way too good!
It was the kind of scent that made you want to lunge forward and bury your nose straight into that glistening skin.
But damn, this lady is way too calm about this!
Under normal circumstances, any woman would have screamed, covered herself, or frantically searched for a towel. That was common sense.
But Sakura was different.
She showed no sign of embarrassment whatsoever. Instead, she gracefully clasped her hands in front of her lower belly and quietly stepped aside, making way as if it were the most natural etiquette in the world to wait for me to undress and enter the bath.
“The water temperature should be perfect. Go ahead and wash up, dear.”
Her voice was gentle and warm.
“Y-yes, understood… M-Mother…”
Am I the one overreacting here? Is this kind of thing normal between a mother and son…?
Is it???
But my lower body clearly didn’t think so. It was already throbbing back to life with insane insistence.
Why the hell are you standing there completely naked waiting for me?!
With my face burning and no idea where to look, I frantically stripped off my yukata and practically fled into the bathroom.
The massive, enraged erection between my legs swung heavily through the air.
“-Slam!”
Only after I’d slammed the sliding door shut could I finally calm my pounding heart even a little.
I scooped up a wooden bucket of scalding water and dumped it straight over my face.
“Pwahhh!”
As I wiped the water from my eyes and my vision cleared, the full scenery of the bathroom finally came into focus.
And at that moment, the history otaku buried deep inside me broke through my embarrassment and reared its head.
Wait a second… Is this cypress wood? A hinoki bath?
And these geometric patterned tiles on the walls and floor… Aren’t these British Majolica tiles that were only used in 1930s modern architecture?!
My gaze shifted to the faucet, where hot water was gushing out in a powerful stream.
What the hell? A copper-alloy hot-and-cold separate mixer tap?
They even installed a hot water boiler system instead of a traditional stove in a private residence?
This wasn’t just the home of some rich person.
In 1935 Kyungseong, any household that could afford these materials and facilities in a private bathroom was almost certainly either a top official in the Government-General of Korea or one of the powerful pro-Japanese collaborators deeply entangled with them.
So Park Chul-min… this bastard isn’t just some low-ranking Kenpeitai grunt?
What the hell has he been doing?
> Park Chul-min — Kenpeitai Torture Technician
> Status: Subordinate of Mizuki | Son of Sakura
> Warning: Identity conflict detected. Automatic Execution Mode may activate.
“Sliiiide—!”
Suddenly, the sound of the sliding door opening came from behind me.
“Huh…?”
I spun around in shock.
It was Sakura.
She had returned completely naked, exactly as she had left, without a stitch of clothing.
“Haaah…!”
My mouth fell open in utter bewilderment.
Carrying a small wooden basin and a towel, she gracefully knelt at my feet.
“Son, let Mother wash your back.”
Her voice remained soft and serene.
I should have shouted, “Why are you coming in here, Mother?!” but the sheer absurdity and surreal nature of the situation left me speechless, like a mute who’d swallowed honey.
Completely dazed, I let her guide me. I sat down obediently on the small bathing stool and presented my back to her.
“Our son really does have such a broad, dependable back.”
“………”
Warm water poured over my shoulders, and soon Sakura’s soft hands, covered in soapy lather, began gliding across my wide back.
Every time her delicate fingers traced the lines of my muscles, a tingling rush of pleasure shot up my spine.
And whenever she leaned in close to reach further, her massive breasts pressed firmly against my back, squishing and bouncing with each movement.
Holy shit! I’m losing my mind! What the hell is this soft flesh squishing against my back?!
Huk—! It just brushed me! I felt her nipple!!
The luscious sensation from behind caused my barely-subdued erection to surge back to full, throbbing life.
After thoroughly washing my back and shoulders, she announced the next step.
“Your back is done. Now turn around, dear.”
I swallowed hard and slowly rotated my body.
The moment I did, her enormous, pendulous breasts swung into full view, jiggling heavily right before my eyes.
Her pale skin glistened with condensed steam, and her flushed, stiff nipples stood proudly at attention.
Ah…
Aaaah… I’m really going crazy! I wonder what it would feel like to touch those soft mounds…
Just once… Can’t I just grope them however I want?
In the end, my beastly lust completely paralyzed what little reason this pathetic virgin still possessed.
“M-Mother…”
A pathetic groan escaped my lips.
“Yes? What is it, Chul-min?”
“C-Can I… touch your breasts?”
Did those words really just come out of my mouth?
The request had bypassed my brain entirely.
Yet Sakura didn’t look surprised at all. She simply smiled with that same gentle warmth.
Then she quietly nodded.
“Of course. If that’s what my Chul-min wants.”
The moment permission was granted, I grabbed both of her heavy breasts with both hands.
What the—?! What is this insane texture?!
They’re way too soft… It feels like my fingers are being sucked into warm, pliant flesh…
The soap-slicked mounds squeezed between my fingers, creating a suffocating, heavenly sensation.
Aaah… To think that in my life, I would actually get to touch a real, breathing woman’s breasts instead of just 2D characters!
Lost in the thick, slippery wave of tactile pleasure, I began devouring those breasts with greedy hunger.
I rolled her stiff, cherry-like nipples between my fingers and kneaded the abundant flesh as if trying to crush it.
While I was mindlessly indulging in that ecstasy, I suddenly lifted my gaze to her face.
…Ah… She’s beautiful…
Her damp hair, heavy with moisture, was gathered over her right shoulder, cascading down her elegant white neck.
Her cheeks were flushed from the steam, and her slightly parted red lips were so breathtakingly lovely it nearly stopped my heart.
It was impossible to believe this was the face of a woman nearly forty.
Her taut, clear skin and those sorrowful yet seductive eyes made her look no older than her early thirties at most.
No — that bewitching beauty, glistening with moisture, was like a seductive youkai capable of enchanting any man.
Even as I shamelessly groped her breasts, Sakura continued silently washing my body without a word.
The more I drowned in her sensuality and touch, the more the monstrous thing between my legs rose uncontrollably.
N-No! Stop! You can’t do this! Not now!
Okay, let’s recite pi… 3.141592…
I even tried to picture my high school math teacher’s face, but my abnormally huge cock only swelled even larger, throbbing violently right in front of Sakura’s eyes.
Shit! Die already, please just die!
Why the hell is it standing so proudly right in front of her… Aaaah, I’m really losing it…
To be fully erect like a horny dog right in front of the woman who was supposed to be my mother — the shame was so intense I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
But unlike me, whose face was burning red with panic, Sakura showed no sign of embarrassment or discomfort.
Her small hands moved toward my grotesquely swollen member.
“Ugh…!”
The instant Sakura wrapped her soapy hand around my massive cock, a warm, electric sensation spread throughout my entire body.
This is insane! This is exactly the kind of scene you only see in Japanese AV or soapland!!
As her delicate hand slid up and down my enormous shaft with slippery strokes, a mixture of taboo pleasure slammed into my nerves.
Hot steam, a mother with bewitching beauty, the slickness of soap bubbles, and the careful pressure of her grip… Aaaah, I’m completely broken!
Without changing her expression in the slightest, she washed even that obscene thing with the same natural, gentle touch she had used on my back and arms.
The sheer tolerance with which she so casually cleaned my cock made me, like a greedy child, begin to crave something even more.
My eyes became fixated on Sakura’s plump, cherry-red, glistening lips.
Every time a hot breath escaped through the slight gap between those soft lips, my lower body twitched violently as if it would burst.
If those thick, glossy lips were to touch my cock… what would that feel like?
For a split second, I imagined her lips gently kissing the tip of my shaft.
If her hot breath touched my bare skin, and that impossibly soft, squishy sensation enveloped my cock…
Fuck!
Just picturing it in my head was enough to send jolts through my body and melt my brain.
No, have you lost your mind? Even if you’re out of it, that kind of fantasy is too far!
Asking Mother to use her mouth? That’s insane!
The last shred of reason left in my head screamed desperate warnings.
But… if I begged her with those lips, what kind of expression would this devoted woman make?
Would she get angry? Or would she accept it gently, just like she did with my previous crazy request?
Even though I knew I should shut my mouth immediately, the dangerous curiosity about how heavenly it would feel if those plump red lips touched my skin was impossible to suppress.
I hesitated dozens of times, swallowing hard as I tried to push the words back down my throat.
But in the end, a voice that sounded like a childish, innocent whine slipped out.
“M-Mother…”
Sakura looked up at me.
“Yes? What is it, Chul-min?”
With my face burning crimson, I averted my eyes and licked my dry lips.
“Um… instead of your hand…”
“……?”
“C-Could you… use your lips… to wash it instead?”
“-Sliiiide! Bang!”
The very moment those insane words left my mouth, the bathroom sliding door was violently thrown open.
I flinched, shoulders hunching, and even my raging erection twitched in shock.
“Sakura-san! Prepare some food, will you?”
The person standing in the outer room was out of my line of sight, but it was clearly a young woman’s voice.
The arrogant tone with which she addressed Sakura as “Sakura-san” and gave orders.
What the—? Who is that? Never mind who it is — how can someone just fling open the bathroom door when people are inside?!
But my heart soon sank like a stone.
Shit! Did she hear?! Did she hear me just beg for a blowjob?!
On top of that, the realization that we had been caught in this bizarre naked mother-son bathing scene sent a cold sweat running down my spine.
However, the woman didn’t even wait for Sakura’s reply. She simply turned on her heels with sharp footsteps and walked away.
But… did Sakura hear me?
The part where I asked her to use her mouth…
I tried to check Sakura’s reaction, but she simply stood up and walked briskly out of the bathroom.
“Huh? M-Mother?”
Stunned, I could only watch blankly as her seductive naked figure disappeared beyond the sliding door.
What the hell? She just left without saying a word? No way…
A wave of emptiness and disappointment washed over me as the sweet fantasy that had filled my mind shattered completely.
“………”
But that disappointment lasted only a moment.
Left alone in the now-empty bathroom, a brutal wave of post-nut clarity slammed into the back of my head.
You crazy bastard… What the hell did you just beg your own mother to do?
Were you seriously in heat or something?
When the beastly behavior I had displayed just moments ago was suddenly viewed with cold objectivity, an overwhelming sense of shame and self-loathing crashed over me.
“Sigh… Let’s just finish the bath…”
I roughly splashed water over myself and quickly finished washing.
The moment I put on my yukata and stepped into the hallway, I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Clatter, clatter.”
When I peeked into the kitchen, I almost screamed.
Sakura was bustling about preparing dinner in exactly the same state she had left the bathroom — completely naked, not a single thread on her body.
Wait, why is she cooking completely naked…?
What could possibly be so urgent that she doesn’t even have time to put on a yukata?
Her heavy breasts swayed and bounced wildly as she moved hurriedly back and forth. Her pubic hair looked singed and curled from the flames while she tended the fire.
Oh my god… Handling fire in the kitchen completely naked? This woman doesn’t seem to be in her right mind. Should I stop her?!
But Sakura herself paid no attention whatsoever to the fact that she was nude. She moved with total focus, every ounce of her attention devoted solely to preparing the meal.
And as I quietly watched her, a chill ran down my spine as goosebumps spread across my back.
Her shoulders were trembling with tiny spasms as she chopped vegetables. Her lips moved nonstop, muttering something under her breath.
Her eyes, unfocused and shaking madly, were filled with the terror of something invisible chasing her.
What flowed down her naked back wasn’t leftover bathwater — it was cold sweat.
An extreme, bone-deep fear of something unseen was clearly etched across her bare back.
As I stared blankly at that bizarre yet strangely erotic sight from behind, a single scene suddenly flashed through my mind.
The ominous annex tucked away in a corner of the garden — a windowless building made of dark timber.
Earlier today… Mother turned deathly pale and freaked out, desperately warning me never to go near that place…
Don’t tell me… that arrogant woman is staying in the annex?
What the hell is she, some kind of Demon King?
Faced with this endless string of incomprehensible situations, I felt a profound sense of confusion and bewilderment.
And a short while later, Sakura, still completely naked, carried a meal tray toward the annex.
She did not return all night.
The annex is forbidden.
Whatever dwells inside is not human.
Sakura’s fear is absolute.
