Magical Girl Non-Blood Family (4). Stepmom is kind. Kinder than anyone I've ever met.
So, exploiting her like that...!
Meant it would be extremely easy.
"Mom, hold on a sec."
I found the app icon by feel alone and tapped it.
> Therapy Protocol: Ready
> Target: Lee So-hee
> Corruption Desire: Loose Lips
> Expected Outbreak Intensity: Mild
'Start therapy.'
Ding.
A faint vibration traveled through my fingertips. At the same time, my stepmom's body, sitting right in front of me, twitched ever so slightly.
"......"
At first, there didn't seem to be any change. She was still looking up at me, waiting to see what I had to say.
But three seconds later.
"Mmgh..."
Her lips twitched. She furrowed her brow like someone with a fishbone stuck in their throat.
"Ji-un, so what are you going to show me?"
"Mom."
"Yes?"
"Anything you feel like saying?"
I broached it gently.
"Say? What do you mean? I've already said everything I wanted to. About your allowance, a job..."
"No, not that."
"Then?"
"Like a secret you couldn't tell anyone, something that makes your chest feel tight if you don't say it."
"A s-secret? I don't really have anything like th—"
Liar.
I could see her eyes flickering uneasily, her fingers fidgeting on the bed.
Of course. Stepmom's Corruption Desire was "loose lips." The kind of affliction where keeping secrets makes your insides rot.
The button I'd just pressed had cracked open the dam's floodgates—just enough for a single finger to slip through.
"Really nothing?"
"W-well, what secret would I have?"
"Mom, I told you earlier. I'm studying mental care. You must have some stress too—why not let me counsel you?"
"Well... but I'm not a magical girl anymore."
"Even retired, all that past work sticks with you. Why not give it a try?"
Unlike Han Seo-yul or Park Min-jeong, Mom was on the extremely mild side.
This was the first time I'd ever had to ask permission outright—no need for force or restraint. Just listen, that was all.
"If you spill it all out, I can take it."
I took another step closer.
Hand on the armrest, I leaned in to meet her eyes.
"It's just us. No one else will hear, Mom."
"Ah, um, son, you're a bit close..."
"I'm your son, right?"
Even saying it myself gave me goosebumps.
Me, playing the son card.
But it worked—Mom's lips quivered. An unbearable itch scratched at her throat, her eyes darting around in front of me.
Sweat beaded on her palms.
"Ji-un... I think it's... ugh...!"
"Yes, go ahead. I'll listen to it all."
Mom clutched her chest. Her ample breasts deformed under the knit dress. Like someone desperate to vomit out whatever was stuffed inside.
So this was a "loose lips" outbreak.
The agony of your guts twisting if you don't confess. And the ecstatic relief the moment you do. No different from sex or hunger.
I reeled in the line slowly.
"The sisters must be tough on you, huh? They seem perfect on the outside, but plenty to worry about inside."
"Haa... yeah. Mm, yeah..."
Her lips parted. Hot sighs poured out, and the dammed-up words burst forth like a flood.
"Our Yu-na acts all elite and haughty? But last month... she went to the police station."
"Police?"
"Yeah, specifically the magical girl police unit... See, your sister beat up her manager."
Oh.
"Not just any beatdown... haa, haa... she heel-kicked him... four weeks out. Her temper's the problem. Hands fly at the slightest thing... ugh, saying it feels so good..."
Stepmom's body went limp and relaxed. Eyes glazing over, lips curling into a dopey grin.
"And there's more. Yu-min's even worse... mmph."
"What's with Yu-min sis?"
"She drinks every night... sleeps naked. But last time, mmh... she left the balcony door open and nearly flashed the neighbor guy. Good thing I found her at dawn... that girl's a total exhibitionist..."
"Whoa, really?"
"Yeah, yeah... really. No panties... ass all out... one drunken night she almost pissed on the living room couch... so gross, seriously..."
TMIs I never imagined. The haughty, prickly sisters exposed so raw.
But what shocked me more was Mom's state.
Each secret spilled made her body shudder. Pupils dilating, breaths quickening.
"Haa... Ji-un..."
The dopamine rush in outbreak mode had to be double the norm.
"You listening...? Not bored?"
"No way."
Mom grabbed my hand. Her palm was slick with sweat, stroking my skin like a caress.
"I could listen to you all night, Mom. You've been through a lot."
"Mmph, so tough... too tough..."
She bowed her head. Through disheveled hair, her flushed nape gleamed.
"After Dad died... this big house felt like a prison. Nights so quiet my ears rang..."
"......"
"So... I..."
Her eyes shook. Rationality hanging by a thread.
I swallowed hard. This was the real deal.
Her deepest, most shameful secret—the poison qi she had to spew.
"It's okay, Mom. You can tell me everything. I'll take it all."
She glanced around nervously. Like a scared girl, hunching and leaning toward me.
"Truth is... I've got something hidden... deep in the drawer."
"Hidden?"
"Yeah... a toy."
The unexpected word made my brow twitch. But I kept cool. Any surprise now, and she'd clam up.
"A toy...? What kind?"
"The kind that... buzzes..."
Her face burned crimson. Shame, guilt, and strange excitement mixed.
"After your dad got sick... I've been alone. A woman's still a woman, no matter the age..."
"R-right."
"Nights I can't sleep. So lonely, body so cold... can't endure without it..."
She squirmed. Legs crossing and uncrossing, thighs rubbing. The knit dress hem rode up, flashing pale inner thigh.
"Last night too... left it on while sleeping. The buzz in my belly... felt like someone was there... haa... pathetic, right? Telling my son this..."
"......"
"Sheets soaked... groaning alone... then morning emptiness hits... wanna die..."
Damn.
Cold sweat slicked my palms too.
Can I keep listening to this?
Truth be told, I wanted to hear more. Stepmom blushing, trembling, confessing her masturbation toys to her son!
So fucking hot!
But this was just to prove my therapy worked.
Her glazed eyes screamed abnormal, but no guarantee of memory fog. If she remembered all this...?
I'd be out on my ass.
Whatever. She kept going anyway.
"And... more..."
"Mom, wait a sec?"
"Mmph, no~ wanna talk~"
Her gaze turned sticky.
"It's... stronger than you'd think. Way more than your dad... vibrations churning my insides... toes curl, scalp tingles... mind goes blank..."
"M-must be tough. Alone."
"Yeah... lonely... so lonely, Ji-un... wish someone would hold me... tight... crush me..."
Just listening had sweat beading. I glanced at the door.
I licked my parched lips, forcing a calm smile.
"It's fine."
I gently gripped her shoulders.
"That's enough. You did nothing wrong. It's natural."
"Hnn... mmph...?"
"Loneliness isn't a sin."
"Riiight...?"
I quickly checked my phone.
> Target: Lee So-hee
> Corruption Desire Resolution in Progress...
> Current Level: 55% → 47%
The numbers were dropping fast. Enough was enough. Any more was risky.
"Mom, you can stop now. I've heard plenty."
She wasn't snapping out of it, so I grabbed her shoulders and shook hard.
"Snap out of it!"
"Hik?!"
Her head snapped back. Glazed eyes slowly refocused. Ragged breaths steadied.
"Wha... huh...?"
She blinked dazedly, panting, looking around. Then she noticed my hands on her shoulders, her skirt hiked up her thighs.
"Did I... say something...?"
Her gaze hit her own hand in mine, her disheveled clothes. Her face flushed beet red.
"Oh my! Why's my head so hot...!"
She yanked her hand free, fixing her clothes. Memory foggy, her face blank. Otherwise, she'd never stay this calm.
I lied smoothly.
"You seemed tired. Dozed off mid-sentence."
"M-me?"
"Yeah. Said you haven't slept well. Relaxed and started rambling..."
"Oh god... how embarrassing..."
She cupped her cheeks.
"Sorry, Ji-un. Mom showed an ugly side."
"Ugly? Happens when you're beat."
It worked.
'Fucking relief.'
Almost went south...
"So, feeling better? Body-wise?"
"Body?"
She tilted her head, stood, and stretched. Arms up, back arched.
Crack.
"Haa...!"
The tight knit dress stretched taut. Breasts thrust forward, smooth curve from armpit to hips bared.
"Oh?"
Her eyes widened. She rubbed her shoulders, rolled her neck.
"Oh my, oh! What's this?"
"What? Hurt?"
"No! So refreshed! Head's clear!"
She patted her chest in wonder.
"Like a rock in my chest just slid away."
"Told you it'd work."
"For real... our Ji-un's got real talent!"
She grabbed my hand. Pure awe now, not that sticky lewdness. Face brighter, rosy, eyes clear.
Even if the process was... pretty depraved.
"So, Mom."
"Yes?"
"Believe in my skills now?"
Time to seal the deal.
"This proves I can counsel active magical girls, right? Hook me up with intros..."
Screw certs—word-of-mouth parachute via Mom's connections.
But—
"Hmm..."
She squeezed my hand, flashing a troubled smile.
"Ji-un, Mom acknowledges your skills. Truly."
"Then..."
"But procedures matter."
She was firm.
"Magical girl info's classified. Even my rec won't pass without certs. Association rules."
"Ah..."
"But! Mom promises—if you get that cert! I'll pull strings for the best spot. Okay?"
She tapped my cheek.
"You can do it, right, son?"
Damn. Back to square one. That stupid paper.
I clicked my tongue inwardly but nodded brightly.
"Yeah, got it. I'll study hard."
"That's my boy! Mom believes in you."
She beamed, satisfied.
'Well, not a total waste.'
Sisters' weak spots. Mom's... secrets.
"Guess I'll head out."
"Already? Rest more."
"Nah, gotta study. For the cert."
"Such a good boy. Go on."
I stood.
Problem.
"......"
As I rose, my pants crotch tugged heavy. My dick, rock-hard since her secrets, still throbbed insistently.
Jeans fabric strained to burst. Glans rubbing underwear sent jolts up my spine.
'Driving me insane.'
Not going down. If anything, her jiggling tits made it harder.
I hunched quick, hand in pocket to hide the bulge. Awkward stance, but better than busted.
"Take care, eat well."
"Y-yeah, bye."
I bolted from the room.
Slam.
Door shut—I finally exhaled.
Huu... haa...
'Stepmom's too hot.'
Her words earlier. Masturbating from loneliness and frustration...
Gulp.
Guess porn for the next few days—incest only...