Is Oppa a Rapist?
Having steeled her resolve, Dohee waited until Mom and Seohee left the house that morning, then marched straight up to her older brother, shoved him against the wall, and fixed him with a sharp glare.
"What did you do to Mom?"
"W-what are you talking about?"
He was dodging, of course—but he had never been any good at lying, and Dohee could already hear the tremor in his voice. When she had walked in on Mom and him having sex, she should have taken a photo or something for proof. Instead she had been too stunned to do anything but flee the house.
"Yesterday, with Mom…"
He flinched.
"I saw everything! Don't even think about lying!"
She had only dropped the tiniest hint, and already he was rattled. That was all the confirmation Dohee needed. He really had forced Mom into that state.
Wait. It's just the two of us right now. What if he tries to grab something on me the way he did with Mom?
The thought that they were alone in the house sent a spike of tension through her—but one look at her brother settled it. Even if it came to a physical fight, she couldn't imagine losing. He worked out regularly at home, so his body was decent enough, but she had never once seen him act rough with anyone. She was certain she wouldn't lose.
"What kind of leverage did you get on her?"
"Leverage? What are you talking about?"
"Liar!! You got something on Mom, and that's why you… y-you… do that stuff to her!!"
"N-no…"
The memory of yesterday flooded back and Dohee's face went hot; she couldn't bring herself to say it outright, so she danced around the words. He clearly understood what she meant and was doing his best to play dumb, but Dohee couldn't stand by and watch her mother get treated like that any longer. She pressed harder.
"You're the one who r-raped Mom first, aren't you?!!!!!"
"N-no, I'm not!!"
"You piece of trash! And then you used that as leverage to keep doing it to her…!!"
It was pure conjecture with no hard proof, and Heetae's face twisted with genuine injustice. In truth Mom had been the one to make the first move—so if anyone was the culprit, it was her. Still, given how people usually saw him and how he usually acted, suspecting Heetae wasn't entirely unreasonable. That didn't make it any less unfair for the man himself.
"…We'll talk about the rest later."
A glance at the clock told her it was almost time for class. Dohee had no choice but to cut the conversation short. She ignored her brother, walked straight out of the house, and headed to school, steeling herself once more. She was going to save Mom. She had made up her mind.
"W-what do I do about this?"
The second Dohee stormed out after cornering me, my mind went blank. I had no idea when or how she had seen us, but that absolute certainty in her voice made it clear she already knew what was going on between Mom and me.
"But why me…?"
From the way she talked, Dohee seemed convinced I had raped Mom against her will and then used it as blackmail. Part of me wanted to just tell her the truth—but the atmosphere made it obvious she wouldn't believe a word. And even if she would, laying out Mom's preferences and the full nature of our relationship in detail would be a massive shock for Dohee. I really didn't want to go there.
"I should talk to Mom first…"
Sitting there alone wasn't going to produce any answers, so I finally called Mom and explained the situation. Once she had heard everything, she told me to come to the office. With a heavy heart, I headed over.
"Welcome, son~"
"Y-yeah, Mom."
When I arrived, Mom dismissed her secretary and sat with me on the sofa in her office. There was a proper seat of honor available, but she settled right beside me on the wide couch instead, pressing up against me and cooing with affection as if the sex we'd already had that morning still wasn't enough.
I was far too shaken to even smile, and watching her act so carefree left me baffled—but she had lived longer than I had and been through all kinds of things. Maybe that was why she could stay so composed.
"So, want to walk me through it again in detail?"
"Yeah, so…"
I had kept it brief over the phone, so this time I spent a full ten minutes laying everything out—how Dohee had found out about us, and how she had decided I was the one who raped Mom.
"Hmm~"
Mom eased her body a little away from mine, rested her chin on her hand, and sank into thought. The pose was so sexy it almost got me going, but this was hardly the time. I held myself in check and waited for her to speak.
"First of all, I already expected Dohee would catch on eventually, so it's fine."
"W-what?!"
"Oh, come on~ Did you honestly think you could keep training your own mother like that under the same roof forever without anyone noticing?"
"Well, no, but…"
There had been plenty of close calls, sure—but we had slipped past every single one of them, so I had started to believe we might get away with it forever. Hearing Mom say she had expected us to get caught left me genuinely confused.
So she let me train her knowing full well we'd get found out?
Mom had chosen being a sow over being a mother—but the idea that she had actually factored her daughters finding out into the equation sent a slight chill down my spine.
"Heh heh. It's fine, son. Mom already saw this coming, so you don't need to worry. It's just…"
"Yeah?"
"You're the one who needs to steel yourself."
The seriousness in her eyes as she looked at me made me tense up right along with her.
"Yeah. I'm ready."
"Good."
Once she was sure I was genuinely prepared to break this situation open, Mom looked straight at me and spoke.
"Then all you have to do is become a real rapist."
"…………What?"
"If you become a real rapist, everything will be fine~"
"W-wait, what the hell does that mean?!"
I stared at her in shock and demanded an explanation. It wasn't like she was telling me to give up and actually become a criminal—so telling me to "become a rapist" made no sense at all. It couldn't mean that turning into the exact thing Dohee already thought I was would somehow solve everything. I couldn't follow her at all.
"Heh heh. I know Dohee better than you do, so just trust me~ I'll tell you exactly what you need to do…"
Mom laid out the plan. The look on my face went from confusion straight to horror.
"S-so you're telling me to rape Dohee?!"
"Well, not real rape. When a man and a woman both want it and agree to it, that isn't real rape, is it? You're just going to do it in that kind of atmosphere."
"B-but are you okay with that, Mom?! What about Dohee?!"
"Heh heh heh. My Master knows exactly what kind of woman his Mom is, doesn't he~? And don't worry about Dohee either. If you do exactly as I say, everything will work out."
While I was still reeling, Mom gave me a sultry look and stroked me through my pants. My body answered her regardless of what my head was doing, and for the first time we had sex right there in the office. I went home afterward with my mind finally clear.
"Haaah~ Is this really okay?"
Mom's plan went like this. Trust her, and come on strong with Dohee. Right now I was the one holding the initiative, not Dohee—so if I pushed hard instead, Dohee would be the one to flinch.
"That part's fine, but…"
And then she had told me to demand Dohee's body.
"How the hell is that supposed to be easy~~~!!!"
I had already taken Mom and trained her, sure—but the idea of violating Dohee, the girl I had thought of as a real little sister for more than ten years, still didn't sit right. I kept worrying it would only make everything worse. Mom had just told me not to worry and to remember whose daughter Dohee was.
The text from Dohee landed right in the middle of my tangled thoughts and made me tense. I still wasn't sure following Mom's instructions was the right call—but I had no better way to break this open, so in the end I decided to trust her and steeled myself.
When I got to the café, Dohee was already waiting on a sofa in a secluded corner. She had never cared much about dressing up, but with her healthy bronze skin, boyishly short hair, and the striking looks and figure she had inherited from Mom, even a plain T-shirt and shorts were enough to draw other people's eyes.
Dohee glared at me the moment she saw me arrive—but I knew I couldn't back down now. I thought of the way I treated Mom like a sow and walked over with the same smug, unhurried expression.
"You're early."
"Skip it. Sit down."
True to form, she went straight into hostile mode. I flinched a little inside, but outwardly I kept up the relaxed act, took a seat, and sipped the drink I had ordered. Dohee scowled like my composure irritated her—and somehow even that looked charming on her.
"So why'd you call me here?"
"Why?! …Because you're the one who did that to Mom…"
"And that's a problem because…?"
"Because…!!"
Dohee started to raise her voice, then remembered where we were, dropped it to a hiss, and glared daggers at me. There was clearly no chance of a rational conversation. I decided to treat that as an opportunity instead.
"Let Mom go right now. Delete every photo and whatever else you're using as leverage."
She had already decided I was the culprit, so of course she was ordering me to release Mom. I didn't actually have any blackmail material—but following Mom's instructions, I sent Dohee the few photos Mom had forwarded me.
The second she checked them, Dohee's face went white with horror. She looked at me with even more naked disgust than before, her hands trembling. The force of that glare almost made me shrink back—but I kept my expression smooth and opened my mouth.