Chapter 123
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: Evening with Mom 2
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"Everything in my life right now is thanks to you, Mom. Just as you've made me happy, from now on, I'll make you happy. So, please marry me."
My heartfelt confession.
Would this feeling reach her?
"Sun-hu..."
A voice choked with tears.
Mom pulled me into a tearful embrace.
She was clearly moved.
But it was subtly different from the reaction I'd hoped for.
"I'm happy, Sun-hu. So happy that you think of me that way. But..."
But.
A but...
So, it really wasn't possible after all.
"I have to be Sun-hu's mom. The title of Sun-hu's mom... that's the one thing I can't let go of. So I can't marry you."
"..."
The name of "son's mom" was something different from being my mom's son.
I'd thought we could just shed our roles as mother and son and get remarried.
But could Mom accept it that lightly?
"I'm sorry, Sun-hu. I won't ask you to understand. This is a feeling I hold alone. Even if I tell you, you won't get it."
"...Yeah."
If I can't understand, I can't persuade her.
Forcing her to change her mind wouldn't work anyway.
And I didn't want to pressure Mom into marrying me against her will.
If I pushed, she'd probably do it even if she hated it, but that wasn't what I wanted.
What I wanted was to see Mom smiling happily in a wedding dress.
No helping it.
Marriage to Mom.
Maybe it was a wish I shouldn't have hoped for from the start.
Even if I got her consent and we succeeded in marrying, that would just be the beginning.
Society would never accept a marriage with an adopted child.
I had no idea how much criticism and finger-pointing we'd endure.
The backlash would be as fierce as our public profiles.
If Mom agreed happily, that'd be one thing.
If she was happy, I'd have the confidence to bulldoze through any hardship.
But if she didn't want it, I couldn't drag a reluctant Mom down that thorny path just for my own satisfaction.
So.
If Mom says no, I'll give up.
"Instead... I'll think more about having a baby."
"Really?!"
To my dejected self, Mom tossed a lifeline of hope.
I looked at her with wide eyes, filled with joy and surprise.
Mom gazed back with a benevolent smile like the Madonna herself.
"I won't know if I can really have one until this drama wraps, so let's see."
"Thank you! Thank you, Mom!"
"Oh my."
I pulled Mom into a tight hug.
"Mom, I'll do great. I'll become a man who can protect both you and our baby."
Marriage was rejected, sure.
But that was okay.
Marriage was just a formality anyway.
A ritual to declare responsibility for a woman and child as a man.
I'd been hung up on the ceremony because I thought it was necessary to have a child with Mom.
But if we could have Mom and a baby without it, then skipping marriage didn't matter.
Even without legal or social recognition.
As long as I took responsibility as her husband and the baby's dad.
"Mom's the one who's grateful. I had no idea you took me that seriously."
Mom hugged me tightly back.
I've always been serious about her.
Somehow it always felt like I was the only one flailing around.
I'm glad my feelings finally got through to her.
"But Sun-hu. Even if I do have a baby, I'll raise it alone."
"Mom? What do you mean?"
...Guess not.
I knew it.
"Even if I have it, I won't reveal who the dad is. I'll get pregnant quietly and raise it alone. Treat it like a little brother, not your son."
"Mom, no. I'm not some cuckoo bird. I started acting to take responsibility."
What could be more amazing than Mom bearing my child?
But it's not over once it's born.
Sharing the joys and sorrows of raising it together.
That's what makes a real family, right?
That's the life with Mom I want.
But to just sow the seed and shirk responsibility?
I couldn't dump all the burden on her.
"Think about it, Sun-hu. If word got out that I had your baby, what would people say?"
"Mom, I'm fine. I don't care what they say."
It hadn't been long since that freakout incident, but I was a different person now.
With Mom by my side, I could overcome any hardship.
"You might be fine, but what about Noona? Mi-so? It's not just you and me getting pointed at."
"...That's."
Noona and Mi-so... I think they'd brush off whatever people said.
But I couldn't presume to speak for them.
"You're not Mom's only son. So-young and Mi-so are her daughters too. I can't hurt them with my selfishness. Understand as a mom?"
"Mom, then... you'd be the one suffering alone. If that's the case, I don't need a baby."
Having a child as an unwed mother.
The world wouldn't take that lightly.
At Mom's age.
With no one knowing the father.
The great actress Im Shin-hye.
No scandal more ripe for tearing apart.
I couldn't even imagine the stares the world would heap on her.
If it were me taking the heat, maybe.
But all on her? I couldn't bear it.
"I called it selfishness, right? I want your baby too, Sun-hu. Before it's too late. If you're okay with it, I really want to."
"Mom..."
"You know my skills. So-young and Mi-so are my masterpieces. Our baby would be even cuter. I want to meet that child."
Tears welled up.
"Yeah... But saying that might hurt Noona and Mi-so's feelings."
I sniffled and smiled.
Our baby with Mom.
It'd be adorable, no doubt. Couldn't be anything else.
Maybe the cutest in the world.
"Mom. I want a daughter."
"You. Can't say that already."
"Still, daughter. What if we have a son who takes after me? You'd steal him away, you, Noona, and Mi-so."
My son? They'd totally do it.
Wanna bet?
What a jerk thing to think.
"As if. By then, I'd be a grandma."
"If he has my genes, you'd love him even as a great-grandma."
"Always with the words."
"I'm serious."
"So you'd steal away a daughter with my genes?"
"Ah."
A woman with Mom's genes.
Mom, Noona, Mi-so.
All three already deeply entangled with me.
Her words didn't sound entirely like a joke.
"...You don't want a daughter just to go after her too, right?"
"Mom! What do you take me for?!"
'The beast who devoured Mom, Noona, and little sis.'
Noona's old label for me floated up.
Add a daughter, and it'd upgrade to 'The beast who devoured Mom, Noona, little sis, and daughter.'
...I am a beast, true.
But not to that extent.
Really. Believe me.
And which is more beastly—touching Mom or a daughter? That needs deep discussion.
"You really can't touch her. I'd get seriously mad. That day, you wouldn't see me again."
"I swear. Never ever."
I can't live without seeing Mom.
If I did, I'd cut off my... no, my finger.
Dick's too painful. And Mom would be sad.
"Got it. I'll trust you, Sun-hu. But don't get your hopes up too much. We don't know if I can even get pregnant. Okay?"
"You're so young and healthy. Of course you can."
"Even healthy bodies don't always conceive right away. Some take years."
"We can do it. I'll do it every day until it happens."
"What? No. I'd never survive that."
I was dead serious about every day.
Baby-making sex with Mom daily.
Then sweet talks like this every night.
Ah. Just thinking about it makes me happy already.
"Mom. Shall we practice? Baby-making practice."
"Now? I'm tired. Let's rest tonight."
"Not at all. I'm full of energy. See?"
I took Mom's hand and guided it between my legs.
My healthy erection proved my vitality.
Feeling it, Mom blushed anew.
"Really. Always thinking dirty thoughts. Did I raise my son wrong?"
"What are you saying, Mom? Where else is there a son as filial as me? Everyone was jealous after that interview."
The promo interview we'd filmed.
My love for Mom reached the whole nation.
The director was pleased, promo team and actors all praised it.
A solid success.
"Filial, yes. But no filial son makes his mom cry like you."
"I'll make you cry plenty tonight. Brace yourself, Mom."
"How do I stop you? Be gentle, Mom's worn out."
As I leaned in, Mom closed her eyes.
I kissed her lips and placed a hand on her breast.
Her large, soft breasts yielded through the nightgown.
Would she lactate if pregnant?
Mom's breasts with milk.
Ultimate breasts with an ultimate weapon.
Can't let the baby hog her precious milk.
I never got to try it.
Once it starts, I'll drink it all.
And her breasts might get even bigger.
From world-class to GOAT-level.
Ooh. Can't wait.
"Ahng."
Slipping a hand lower, Mom's body was already primed for practice.
And we'd only kissed.
"Mom. Let's practice hard."
"...Yeah."
For our second generation.
Lucky kid, born to such harmonious parents.
Today, too, I ravished Mom's ripe body.
Persimmons are sweetest just before they drop.
They say Mom's cries echoed through our house late into the night again.