Can I Fuck Your Mom? (8)
Back in high school, Kim Minjae and Kim Hoyoung had been the closest of friends. They frequented each other's homes constantly, so naturally, they were familiar with one another's families. But at the time, Minjae had gotten a terribly cold impression from his friend's family.
Unlike Oh Jeongyeon, who would throw herself into any crisis for her son and risk her life to help him, Kim Hea-e showed almost no interest in Hoyoung. Even her occasional words were curt, clipped sentences. And as for the little sister? Even accounting for puberty, she treated her brother like some kind of insect. If their eyes met by chance, she'd openly scowl and flee to her room.
Watching his friend in such a stark contrast to his own situation—where he was troubled by how too close he was to his mom—Minjae had even felt sorry for him. That said, he still remembered secretly looking forward to running into them because Kim Hea-e and Kim Jiwon were so breathtakingly beautiful, even back then, the kind that made your eyes spin.
"I'm gonna talk with my friend, so go inside."
"Got it, Hoyoung. I'll do as you say."
"Eeeh—? But we were in the middle of gaming, bro!"
"Listen to your brother, Jiwon!"
"But! But! I was gaming with you first!"
"You planning to defy me right now?"
Kim Hea-e's eyes turned fierce, like an executioner eyeing a condemned prisoner. Whether it was his imagination or not, a chill seemed to emanate from her body, freezing the very air around them. Defying Kim Hoyoung's words appeared to be the one unforgivable sin in her world.
"What? Who's defying you? I just wanna hang out with you more! Mom wants more time with you too, right?"
"Our own happiness means nothing compared to Master's commands—it's not even a fraction as important, sweetie."
"It's been so long since you played with me... Ugh, seriously!"
Jiwon shot Minjae a glare full of resentment.
"Stop whining and come on out. A stinky fetish sow like you doesn't get to nitpick Master's orders. If you really piss off Hoyoung, even Mom won't be able to stop him~"
"God, you're such a bitch..."
Unable to hold out any longer, Jiwon hurled the game controller and stood up in a huff. She stomped her feet with loud thuds, stuck her tongue out at her mom, glared daggers at Minjae, and stormed outside.
Bam! The door slam shook the ceiling. And yet, she cracked it open just a peek to timidly mutter, "I'm not mad at you, bro," before vanishing. It was kinda cute.
"Sigh... When's that sow bitch gonna grow up? We never should've had her..."
"Isn't that a bit harsh, Mom?"
"But just looking at that stinky fetish sow makes me wanna puke. Acting all high and mighty when she's just Hoyoung's slave."
"I said it's too harsh. And aren't you Hoyoung's slave too?"
"Ah... Y-yes! Sorry, Master! This lowly slave spoke out of turn like she was somebody—forgive me!"
At Kim Hoyoung's offhand remark, Hea-e was genuinely terrified. She trembled violently, bowed at a perfect ninety degrees, and scurried away on tiptoe without a sound. Unlike her daughter, she shut the door so quietly not even a breeze stirred, then begged in the voice of a puppy about to be abandoned: "You're not mad, right, Hoyoung...? Tell me it's okay... Otherwise, Mom'll go crazy from the anxiety..." It was hardly the behavior of a mother.
Isia had vanished long ago, leaving just Kim Minjae and Kim Hoyoung alone at last.
"What the hell was that?"
Minjae's first words threw him off—what was he getting at?
"What do you mean?"
"Your mom and sister... Why do they obey you like that? They never used to. You got some dirt on them or what?"
"Oh, right... Yeah, something like that."
It was so long ago he'd completely forgotten. Of course... To a guy who knew my past self, seeing Mom and Jiwon utterly obedient must feel weird.
"It just happened."
"Just? You little shit..."
Calling me a "little shit"—it'd been ages since anyone dared. In a way, it was almost nostalgic. Anyone else would've gotten reamed, but hey, friends get a pass.
"Anyway, that's how it is. Our family stuff isn't important, right? You came about Oh Jeongyeon, didn't you?"
"Oh Jeongyeon? She's your friend?"
She's my girlfriend, actually. Though if a friend casually called my mom by name... Eh, whatever. Didn't even feel bad. Probably from seeing Hea-e grovel so much.
"Don't get pissy—let's game and talk."
He handed Minjae the controller Jiwon had chucked. Minjae sat beside him, picked a team from the capital of Spain, and the match began. Unlike Jiwon, this guy was pretty good. Five minutes in, he scored on a striker from the French national team. Come to think of it, it'd been forever since anyone scored on me—usually just playing my slaves. They always hold back to avoid hurting me. Even in games. A real fight for once.
"I watched that USB you gave me. Fake or real?"
"What do you think?"
The Spanish defense crumbled under his flashy dribbling.
"...No way a lit major like you could fake that good."
"Smart guy."
One-on-one with the keeper. Damn, it sailed wide. Striker needs work.
"So it's real."
"Yeah."
"...You fucked your mom?"
"Yeah."
Their defense fell apart again, like they'd given up entirely. No surprise—the controller was flying right at his face. Minjae had chucked it and charged me.
"You fucking bastard!"
"Ugh!!"
Ow. Hadn't tasted a fist in forever. Wow, how long had it been? W.L.K squads, real dolls with swords, succubi, goddesses—they all failed to even scratch me. Wonder if this twig-legged punk knows what a feat he's pulled off.
"You bastard! You really fucked my mom?!"
"Ow ow... Why hit me? I even asked your permission special, as your friend."
Could've just fucked her anyway.
"Permission my ass! You actually do it?! Aaaang?!"
"What do you want me to say? Let go."
Now he's grabbed my collar, glaring like he wants to kill me. That pissed?
Put myself in his shoes... Imagine Hea-e getting fucked by Minjae.
"Sorry, but I'm a pervert mom who only lusts for my real son—no sex with you."
"Even billions wouldn't make me sleep with anyone but Hoyoung."
"Sorry. Compared to Hoyoung, you're just a flea-dick—impossible."
...Yeah, can't picture it no matter what.
"Say something, you shit!"
"...What is there to say? A guy and girl dating—that's normal."
"Normal my ass! That's what you do to a friend's mom?"
"Jeez, why blame me?"
"Who else then?!"
"Your mom."
His grip loosened a bit. Sure, if I wanted, I could flatten him with raw strength, hypnosis or not. Gandhi punching, really.
"Your mom seduced me first. I wasn't even into fucking some auntie."
"Bullshit!"
"Wanna check? Bullshit or not."
He pulled a bundle of USBs from his back pocket, each labeled with dates—raw footage of Oh Jeongyeon's training. Minjae's face twisted in curiosity and depravity.
"My mom's...! She's just pretending to date you for my sake!"
"Yeah? That's what Oh Jeongyeon told you?"
"Don't say her name!"
"Still putting on airs at home, huh. Hmm~"
Time for some fitting punishment.
"Kim Minjae, you've never seen pussy, right?"
"W-what, you shit?!"
"Virgin forever, obviously."
"You're one too!"
Nah. I'm lazy; you're incapable.
"Your mom's going no-panties today—sneak a peek if you're curious."
"What the fuck outta nowhere? Mom in no panties?"
"I'm ordering her to."
Penalty for baring teeth behind my back.
"What kinda crap... Anyway, confiscating these as evidence. Warning you—stay away from my mom!"
Minjae stormed off with the USBs of his mom's training. His scrawny threat of a low kick—fragile enough to shatter his kneecap—didn't faze me. We'd always bickered and made up quick since way back, so today's spat wasn't serious.
But unlike me, one loyal limb took Minjae's words deadly serious, watching from the shadows.
"Kikikik... How dare... dare lay a hand on Master's precious face...? Kikikik... Fucking bastard..."
My shadow suddenly morphed into a horned devil silhouette, flickering like flames, then shrank back to human size. The presence in the shadow vanished.
Bianca spread word of the assault I hadn't even planned to mention, alerting my devoted worshippers everywhere. It would later seal Minjae's fate. Oblivious to his future, he returned home, locked his door, and played the oldest video.
Even watching his mom's training felt taboo, yet his belt was undone, pants around his ankles.
"Hah? What's this? Filming? What the hell?"
"Oh, Mom."
The mom from his first visit to meet Hoyoung stared at the camera lens like a cat—pure, untainted.
"Hey, Kim Hoyoung. You wanna get chewed out by an auntie? Nah, no point talking to you. Get your mom. She won't stand for you acting like this, right? Huh? You smirking? Think I can't call her? Hea-e! Hea-e! Come talk for a sec! Your son's all like..."
Overwhelmed by forbidden thrill and arousal, Minjae's cock stiffened harder by the second.