Family Meeting (1)
Objectively speaking, Yu-ri couldn't exactly be called the best mother.
She was so absorbed in her own work that she couldn't spend as much time with her children as they wanted.
Even so, her three children never resented her for it.
Though she was always buried in work, she still showed her affection whenever she had a spare moment, so none of them had ever doubted their mother's love.
Yeon Yu-ri was a good mother, if not the absolute best. All three siblings knew that.
If anything, that only made Ji-eun feel even more guilty for having drifted away from her.
What was certain, however, was that Yu-ri was the last person anyone would associate with abusing her children.
Because she was that kind of person—
“Ah, aah…”
—the color drained from Yu-ri's face as she stared at the daughter lying on the bed, the one who used to be her son.
She remembered everything she had done last night. She remembered urging her other daughters to join in.
“N-no…”
She tried to deny it, though she wasn't even sure what she was denying.
Ji-eun's face, her thighs, stomach, breasts, armpits, hair, knees, and the soles of her feet—everything was covered in dried, sticky residue.
Around Ji-eun's still-moist pussy, the white, viscous fluid hadn't dried yet.
All of it was semen. From Yu-ri and her two other daughters' newly grown cocks.
“…I…”
Guilt. Despair. Self-loathing. Overwhelmed by the flood of negative emotions, Yu-ri covered her face—until a soft groan reached her ears.
She knew it was Ji-eun without looking. Even if her voice had changed after becoming a woman, her breathing habits remained the same. A mother would always recognize them.
“…Mom?”
The sleepy daughter's voice made Yu-ri whisper back.
“…Yeah.”
I'm your mom. The mom who brutally violated you last night. The mom who couldn't control her own lust and used her child as a living sex toy.
She had been prepared to accept any words—blame, curses, tears, anger, hatred. She would have taken it all without daring to breathe, prostrating herself to beg for forgiveness.
“…Ehehe.”
But Ji-eun simply smiled blankly, closed her eyes again, and buried her face against Yu-ri's side.
“It's been a while since I slept with Mom.”
Then she drifted back to sleep, breathing softly.
The spot where her daughter's breath touched felt warm and ticklish.
“…”
Yu-ri raised her trembling hand and gently stroked Ji-eun's hair, trying to wipe away the tangled semen. There was simply too much, so she gave up and instead pulled her newly made daughter into a tight embrace, holding the semen-covered body without hesitation.
She thought to herself, It's been a while. Whether it was Ji-eun or the other two, it had been far too long since she'd hugged her children like this.
Of course, the moment she held Ji-eun close, the sweet scent of a girl's skin mixed with the fishy smell of semen tried to erode her reason once more. Part of her body, refusing to obey her mind, grew large, hard, and hot.
But Mom held back. She endured. She shifted her hips slightly so she wouldn't poke her daughter and disturb her sleep.
After ten or twenty minutes of gently stroking Ji-eun's head—
“…Mmm.”
—Ji-yeon, who also went to work every day like Yu-ri, was the next to wake. She sat up, looked around, and froze.
“……Ah.”
Once everything came back to her, she opened her mouth blankly. Slowly, her eyes met Yu-ri's.
—Ji-yeon. Mom needs to talk to you for a moment.
—…Okay.
While Yu-ri carefully released her arm from around Ji-eun, Ji-yeon shook Ji-ah awake.
“Huh? What? Why is Noona in my room…?”
Ji-ah also remembered yesterday's events and fell silent. The three of them exchanged glances and rose from the bed one by one, moving cautiously.
“Uung…”
The moment Ji-eun let out a sleepy groan, everyone froze like children playing red light, green light.
“Huu…”
Once Ji-eun's breathing evened out again, they tiptoed away like guilty criminals—because they were guilty criminals. Only after entering Ji-ah's room, far from the master bedroom, and closing the door did the three finally breathe normally again.
“Puhah.”
“W-we didn't wake her, right?”
“Our Ji-eun… what do we do…?”
Ji-yeon, Ji-ah, and Yu-ri spoke in turn. In the heavy silence, they each glanced at their own and one another's crotches, half-hoping one of them might have disappeared. But nothing had changed.
“Yesterday, we…”
“…What do we do?”
“We did something terrible…”
A suffocating atmosphere wrapped around the three of them. Rape. That was the only word that truly fit what they had done.
It was true that each of them had held some resentment toward Ji-eun. But that didn't justify rape, nor did it cancel anything out.
“…First and foremost,” Yu-ri, the mother and head of the household, said, her usual confident career-woman tone nowhere to be found. “We need to apologize for what happened yesterday. If we sincerely apologize, Ji-eun will forgive us.”
“…What if she doesn't?” Ji-ah asked.
Ji-yeon answered quietly, “Then we'll beg.”
No one had anything to add. Rapists had no other choice.
The breakfast spread before me was nothing like what I remembered.
First, it was extravagant. Mom had always been a busy working woman, so our usual morning meal was cereal with milk or toast with jam.
“Whoa…”
Now a full Korean breakfast sat in front of me—steaming hot rice, steamed egg, kimchi, and stir-fried pork.
“W-well then, let's eat…!”
The dishes themselves weren't particularly special, but for our household, this was the kind of meal you rarely saw even on birthdays. Going out to a nice restaurant had been far more common.
The atmosphere was different too.
“Eat well, dear.”
Mom, who had been cooking since before I woke up. Noona quietly sliding the pork bowl closer to me. Even my little sister placing a glass of water in front of me.
“Y-yes…”
It was the first time in my life—counting even before I fell behind—that I'd been treated like this. Yet as we sat together eating breakfast for the first time in years, no one spoke. Only the soft clink of spoons and quiet chewing filled the silence.
‘…This is awkward.’
Deadly awkward. Of course, I knew exactly why.
—Ji-eun, Mom, Ji-yeon, and Ji-ah were really wrong yesterday.
—I'm sorry. Truly sorry. You can hit me until you're not angry anymore.
—…Sorry. If you can't forgive us, even if you report us… we won't say a word.
Those were the apologies Mom, Noona, and Ji-ah had given me in turn. And my reply had been—
—I-it's fine! I, um, I'm not angry or anything!
Now I wondered if that had been the right response. But logically speaking, what happened to me yesterday was obviously rape. I was handled violently, heard cruel words, forced to take them in my mouth and pussy, and filled with cum. If that wasn't rape, what was?
Still… yesterday had been a special situation. The change that came over the three of them wasn't just the sudden appearance of cocks. I couldn't put it into words, but it felt like their thoughts and judgment warped the moment lust took hold.
After all, the usual Mom, Noona, or Ji-ah would never suddenly rape someone just because they got horny. So yesterday's events weren't truly their own will. If that's the case, I didn't want to blame them.
“Um, Mom. Noona and Ji-ah too…” The words slipped out naturally. “About yesterday.”
All three stiffened, bracing themselves.
“If you're asking whether I resent you…” Mom's lips trembled. Noona closed her eyes in resignation. Ji-ah swallowed hard. “…I don't.”
Three seconds of silence passed.
“…Huh?”
“…Yeah?”
“…Huh?”
“Ah, I mean…” Their reactions made me uncomfortable. What had they expected? That I'd line them up and slap them while throwing a tantrum?
“Everyone… what I'm trying to say is… it was a special situation, right? No one did it purely of their own free will. And even if… even if it hadn't been forced… I would have helped.”
My gaze dropped. When Noona and Ji-ah had tried to force themselves on me, I'd offered to teach them how to use their hands. But if they'd simply been struggling and asked me for help… if they'd said it was too hard and begged me to use my body…
“We're… family, after all.” I forced the embarrassing words out. “If someone's having a hard time, I think we should help each other.” My face burned. “A-anyway! So don't feel too guilty about yesterday! It's all forgiven! Done!”
To hide my embarrassment, I grabbed the water glass and gulped it down—only to choke spectacularly.
“Cough, cough…!!”
“J-Ji-eun, are you okay!?”
“You can cough! It's not dirty or anything, so just let it out!”
“A-are you alright!?”
Their worried voices and the hands gently patting my back felt especially warm.