Mother, Why Are You Spreading Your Legs While Eating?
I crouched in the corner of the room all night, waiting for Sakura to return.
The mother who had vanished into the darkness carrying a tray while completely naked, and the long hours that passed without her coming back.
Who the hell is in that annex? Is it just that woman alone? Or is someone else there too?
They’re not doing something awful to Sakura, are they?
The amount of food Sakura had taken was far too much for a single serving. All sorts of grotesque and horrifying scenarios bloomed in my mind, tormenting me without mercy. I wanted to burst out and check on her right then and there.
But the memory of how deathly pale she had looked when she warned me during the day kept my feet rooted in place. In the end, I barely slept a wink and only drifted off from sheer exhaustion as dawn broke.
Chirp—chirp—
Before I knew it, morning sunlight was pouring through the window, filling the room with light.
“Haa…”
I dragged my stiff body upright, and the first thing that came to mind was Sakura. I had to make sure she was safe after not returning all night.
I carefully slid the door open and stepped into the hallway.
Chop. Chop.
The crisp sound of a knife on a cutting board came from the kitchen. For a second, the image of Sakura frantically cooking naked last night flashed through my head, and my heart plummeted.
I swallowed hard and peeked into the kitchen.
“Oh my, Chul-min. You’re awake now?”
“Did you have trouble sleeping? You look a little tired…”
It was Sakura, backlit by the brilliant morning sun. As if nothing had happened, she was preparing breakfast in a neat kimono with a white apron, the very picture of an ordinary mother. Her hair was smoothly combed up, and there was no trace of the terror-filled eyes or the deranged muttering from the night before.
“Ah… no, I’m fine. Did you sleep well, Mother?”
I offered an awkward greeting and sat down at the table. The way she acted as though last night had never occurred felt even more disturbing than the events themselves.
No, how can someone who looks this normal have been doing a naked frenzy last night?
Is there some unavoidable reason behind it?
Warm miso soup and neatly arranged side dishes were set on the table. It was the picture of a peaceful morning, yet my insides twisted into knots.
I took a spoonful of soup and studied Sakura’s expression before asking, very carefully.
“Um… Mother.”
“Yes? What is it, Chul-min? Do you need something else?”
Sakura straightened up and checked her son’s rice bowl as she spoke.
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…”
Slide.
At that moment the front sliding door opened with an irritable rasp. Sharp, pointed footsteps in tabi socks approached the living room. Soon a woman with a cat-like, sharp-featured face appeared.
The moment I saw her, I nearly dropped my spoon.
She wore a jet-black kimono cinched with a blood-crimson silk obi pulled so tight it looked like a corset. Shockingly, she was a stunning blonde Westerner. Her voluminous golden hair was neatly twisted up, with long bangs sweeping to one side and half-hiding cold blue eyes. Beneath a straight nose, her red lips curved in a cruel line. She didn’t have pointed ears, yet she looked exactly like an elf stepped out of a fantasy novel.
Wait, this is supposed to be the Japanese colonial period! Why is there a blonde elf in Joseon?
And wearing a kimono? Did they toss historical accuracy in the trash?
My head spun with confusion, but the instant I saw her face, a chilling name surfaced from the fog of borrowed memories.
“Bitch…”
W-what the hell? What kind of name is that?
Right then, the cold male voice I had heard inside my head last night rang out once more.
“Mizuki. She is the de facto administrator of this mansion. Do not make eye contact with her lightly.”
Damn it, you’re Park Chul-min, aren’t you? Stop popping out of nowhere and talking to me. You’re going to give me a heart attack!
Is this supposed to be some kind of tutorial message? And not making eye contact… is she Medusa or something?
Mizuki looked down at us—mother and son eating—with arrogant blue eyes. Her gaze alone seemed to drop the temperature of the room.
Is this the woman who forced Sakura into that frenzy last night?
The one who made her carry the tray naked?
The bizarre uproar from last night and this haughty woman’s expression overlapped, sending chills down my spine.
Sakura hurriedly set down her spoon, rose, and hurried over to Mizuki with quick, small steps. Then she dropped to her knees and bowed so deeply that her forehead touched the tatami.
“Welcome, Mizuki-sama.”
A forty-year-old woman was now prostrating herself at the feet of a woman in her mid-twenties. Yet what disturbed me more than that twisted power dynamic was Sakura’s grotesque way of greeting her.
She pressed her chest flat against the floor while thrusting her hips upward in a humiliating posture of submission.
This looks like a slave swearing absolute obedience to her master…
Her back arched like a bow from being pressed so low, while her sensual pelvis and massive buttocks rose obscenely into the air. The thin kimono did nothing to hide the shape of her hips and the flesh between her legs. It was an utterly lewd pose.
As I stared at that blatant rear view, my mind screamed.
Please! What are you doing? That’s my mother!
My own mother is sticking her ass up in front of this young bitch. If I get hard watching this, what the hell am I supposed to do? Hold it together. Hold it!
The moment I took in Sakura’s voluptuous backside, the monstrous thing between my legs twitched violently and began pumping blood at terrifying speed. My lower body swelled instantly, pitching a blatant tent in the yukata and even knocking against the underside of the tray with a loud thud.
Hey! Park Chul-min’s dick! Read the damn room! This bastard really was a total pervert!
A cynical voice answered from within.
“Do not misunderstand. It is not the penis that has gone into heat. It is you who has become excited by my mother’s buttocks.”
What?! I’m the one who’s horny? Don’t talk nonsense—this is clearly a hardware malfunction!
Hey! It’s because you’re a pervert that the body reacts like this! Hey! Are you even listening?!
After that humiliating remark, no matter how much I argued, Park Chul-min remained silent.
I broke out in a cold sweat, desperately pinching my thighs to force down the raging erection.
Fluent Japanese flowed from between Mizuki’s red lips.
“Hmph! You certainly seem to be enjoying a leisurely meal, Sakura-san.”
Her voice dripped with open mockery and contempt. Then her icy blue gaze locked onto me.
“Park Chul-min.”
My name made this large body flinch on reflex.
“Items will arrive at the Kenpeitai today. I am entrusting them to you, so prepare them properly. I have already spoken to the commander, so even a piece of trash like you should have no difficulty handling the task.”
Items? Kenpeitai commander? Why does the quest objective sound so hostile?
The tutorial isn’t even finished and a main quest is already dropping?
“You have no time to waste feeding your face like a bug. Wipe that filthy mouth and report to the Kenpeitai at once.”
Mizuki delivered the ice-cold order, then turned her frigid gaze to the trembling Sakura.
“Now that I’ve seen your face, shall we perform the morning ‘inspection’?”
Mizuki snapped her fingers lightly.
Snap!
At the crisp sound, Sakura sprang up from the floor like a trained animal. Mizuki gestured wordlessly—an insincere yet practiced motion. Sakura’s shoulders quivered faintly at the signal.
She glanced back at me with pitiful eyes full of shame and resignation. That was all. Without the slightest resistance, she mechanically obeyed Mizuki’s command.
Auntie…?
Before I could even process what was happening, Sakura turned her back to me, untied her kimono sash, and opened the front. She spread her legs wide, bent her knees, and reached both hands between them.
Since she faced away from me I couldn’t see the front, but her spread thighs trembled visibly.
What the fuck is this? What kind of inspection happens in the middle of breakfast?
Mizuki pulled a long silver metal rod from her robe with an indifferent expression. She glanced at me, her lips curving into a mocking smile.
What… what is that? Why is she smiling like such a bitch?
But… she really does look like an elf. Even when she smiles like that, she’s insanely beautiful…
Mizuki settled between Sakura’s widely parted legs and slid the rod toward her crotch.
“You must spread wider, Sakura-san.”
“Hik…! Yes… Mizuki-sama.”
Whatever she was doing with the rod was hidden by the back of Sakura’s kimono. But the moment Mizuki’s hand began moving roughly between her legs—
“Hik…! Ah, ahng…! Heut…!”
A blatantly wet, obscene moan tore from Sakura’s mouth, shattering the quiet of the tatami room.
What the hell is she doing to her?
Every motion of Mizuki’s hand made Sakura’s plump buttocks and body shudder as if electrocuted. The thin kimono fluttered wildly, and transparent, sticky fluid ran down her thighs.
Drip. Drop.
The lewd sound of love juices hitting the tatami beat against my ears. My mind was in total meltdown.
What the fuck!! What is this?
Hey, Park Chul-min! What the hell is that elf bitch doing?! What kind of inspection is this?! Answer me!
I screamed questions inside my head, but Park Chul-min stayed silent. The immorality and shock of the unseen act made my reason scream, yet my eyes remained nailed to the way her rear trembled in time with those erotic moans.
My cock throbbed viciously, veins bulging as though it would rip through the yukata at any second.
“Truly disgusting. Das ist ekelhaft.”
“You never tire of squirting like this every single time.”
Mizuki spoke in a calm voice as if exchanging morning greetings, then yanked the rod out from between Sakura’s legs as though finished.
“Haa, aah…! Heuk…!”
Sakura collapsed onto all fours, panting. The motion flipped the hem of her kimono aside, fully exposing her pale, round buttocks.
Ah—!
I had looked away for a split second, but my gaze was drawn back to those luscious curves. Beneath the sensual buttocks, her swollen pussy lips gaped open, thick strands of sticky nectar dripping from the crimson slit. At the center, her clitoris stood out, prominently erect.
Oh my god… what the hell is that?!
Just like the day I first possessed this body, her clitoris was bound with a rubber ring, swollen dark red, with a silver ring pierced straight through it. Today, however, a small weighted bead hung from the ring by a thread. Sakura’s clitoris had lost all self-control; it stretched and swayed with every movement of the weight.
Haa… So that means… all this time she’s been preparing breakfast with that lump of metal piercing her clit, then sat across from me, calmly eating and talking?
Every step she took, every breath she drew, that heavy weight must have tugged mercilessly at her tender flesh, injecting endless torment and stimulation.
Witnessing this grotesque, cruel ritual of humiliation instantly doused the heat that had been raging in my groin. In its place rose only pity and sympathy for the poor woman who endured this hellish abuse as part of her daily life.
Mizuki pointed at the puddle of Sakura’s juices on the floor with her toe and said coldly, “You must clean up immediately, Sakura-san.”
The words had barely left her mouth before Sakura, body quivering, crawled forward on all fours like a dog. She buried her face in the thick pool of her own viscous fluids.
“Slurp… slurp… lick…”
As though shame itself had been paralyzed, she extended her tongue and began greedily lapping up her own juices from the tatami.
Watching that horrific, revolting scene, the gears of reason in my head seemed to grind and shatter with grotesque noises.
How… how can anyone make a person do something like this?!
Yet what truly horrified me was Sakura’s attitude as she carried out the cruel, degrading order without hesitation. Not a trace of shame remained in her—no human dignity, no maternal pride. She licked the floor with the casual familiarity of someone wiping up spilled soup from a table. It was as natural to her as breathing. That terrible, everyday normality.
Just what had she endured in this Japanese-style mansion to be broken so completely? She had once been an ordinary woman.
The nausea surging up from my stomach was so strong I had to clamp a hand over my mouth to hold it back.
Mizuki looked down at Sakura licking the floor as if she were nothing but garbage, then raised the metal rod in her hand to eye level and inspected it indifferently. The silver surface glistened with Sakura’s fluids.
Then something happened that made me doubt my own eyes.
—Beep.
A small red light at the tip of the rod flashed. Accompanied by a mechanical electronic tone, the light blinked at regular intervals—the unmistakable glow of a 21st-century LED.
…What?
My racing thoughts froze completely. This was the 1930s, Japanese-occupied Korea. An era of ox carts and horse carriages. Yet from a metal rod that looked like a sex toy, an LED light straight out of modern electronics was flashing?
Leaving behind the afterimage of that bizarre, alien blue light, Mizuki turned and left. In the room, only the ragged breathing of Sakura—still on the floor, licking up her own fluids—and the thunderous pounding of my heart remained.
