Can I Fuck Your Mom? (10)
Knock knock.
The knocks came more frequently, clearly urging him on.
“Minjae~ What are you doing? Come out quick~”
“………….”
“Kim Minjae! What are you doing in your room that you can't even answer?!”
Oh Jeongyeon was the Big Brother type of mother—monitoring and micromanaging her son's every move. Even now that Kim Minjae was an adult, nothing had changed. Secrets between them were taboo. Doing anything behind Mom's back made you a prime target for punishment. Their relationship hadn't shifted an inch since he was ten. Like a circus elephant, Kim Minjae couldn't so much as twitch under his mom's watch.
“If you don't come out right now, I'll break this door down. Mom's gonna count to three, so get out here. One… two…”
As the countdown began, the door finally creaked open. Kim Minjae stood there, flustered, face-to-face with his mom. His pupils dilated dumbly. Sweat trickled down his collarbone. His cheeks flushed in that odd way. His clothes looked thrown on in a hurry. Everything screamed suspicious.
Oh Jeongyeon crossed her arms and shot her son a glare before turning her head with a look that said she knew exactly what was up.
“You know Mom hates it when you watch porn, right? And that bullshit excuse that 'everyone does it'? Makes my skin crawl. A real man knows restraint. If you can't control your dick, how the hell are you gonna make it in society?”
“…Mom…”
“What kinda video has you so glued that you ignore Mom calling you?”
A video of my friend fucking you.
“Anyway… grown-ass man and still such a child. Hoyoung's the same age, and he's all composed.”
“…Huh?”
He barely shoved down the words bubbling up to his throat—and here Mom was, dropping that name first. Kim Minjae went slack-jawed, stunned.
“What about Kim Hoyoung?”
“Hoyoung's so mature and grown-up. Why don't you take a page from him?”
“You want me to learn from that bastard?”
“Oh my. Calling him a 'bastard' like some punk…”
Oh Jeongyeon pressed a palm to her cheek, speaking with prim, ladylike grace.
“You know that company Park Jisoo runs? Word is Hoyoung's the nominal president. Impressive, right? President at his age~”
“…A pimp raking in whore money. What's impressive about that?”
“Watch the filthy mouth. Sounds like you weren't raised right.”
Mom pinched his cheek like she always did, treating him like a kid.
“Jealous of your friend? How childish. Hoyoung's Hoyoung—you're you.”
“……….”
Jealous? Jealousy. Maybe. Who knew.
“Just work hard from now on. Open your hospital, stack cash slow and steady, build that career.”
Right. Money he'd make. A prime spot, and the income would roll in.
“Mom'll hook you up with a solid girl, so eat up, put on some weight, fix up your looks. Got it?”
Blind dates and setups would flood in then. Docs he knew said even the lifelong virgins got swamped by marriage agencies once they hit prime age with their license in hand. That eternal bachelor sticker? Gone easy.
But… but…
“Hospital construction wrapped today, and Hoyoung's helping with the opening—so quit jerking to porn like a loser and suit up nice. Go.”
——Mom's body. I can't have it.
Short crop hugging her egg-shaped face perfectly. Thick double eyelids, long lashes stretching out. Beauty mark under her left eye. Straight nose bridging to a perky philtrum, lips painted soft pink lipstick gleaming seductively. Ex-swimmer's body without an ounce of flab—what about those tits? “Too big for swimming,” they'd said. Tits that held every man's dream. Cinched waist perfect for grabbing, wide hips, long lean legs—a model build straight up. At 178cm, she wasn't much shorter than him. Still got model scouts and college boys hitting on her in the street.
Maybe that's why he couldn't land a girlfriend. Too used to a smoking-hot mom like her. Obsessed with this woman, no one else registered.
Yeah… Oh Jeongyeon meddled, controlled everything. That control, that obsession—it was her twisted form of love. Kim Minjae was hooked on Mom's affection. He loved his mother. The jealousy boiling toward Kim Hoyoung right now? It stemmed from that exact root.
—Thud.
“…?”
Somehow, Kim Minjae's hand had latched onto his mom's breast. Just like Kim Hoyoung in the video.
Oh Jeongyeon froze for a beat, face blank as she processed, then flushed beet red.
“What the hell are you doing to Mom?!”
“Ugh!!”
Smack! A thunderous crack, and Kim Minjae sprawled on the floor. A pro swimmer's backhand packed a wallop.
“Are you fucking insane?! Need a psych ward? Grabbing your mom's tit?!”
“Mom's tits… can't touch?”
“Want another?!”
Kim Hoyoung gropes 'em, and she just spreads easy. Why's she flipping out on me?
“I can't believe this! Mom's seriously pissed! For real! You know how much I hate sex talk or harassment! No porn, and now groping Mom?!”
Suddenly, Kim Hoyoung's words flashed back.
“Never seen your mom's pussy, right?”
“She's going commando today—sneak a peek if you're curious.”
Perfect vantage from the floor. He slid his eyes toward her skirt. Shadowy, but no panties in sight. Instead, plump labia and clit clear as day.
…Mom really was strutting around the house bare.
“You need a serious talking-to! What the hell's gotten into you lately?! Hoyoung even scouted the spot for your hospital! Ugh, seriously! What's this? Take it and get out!!”
Oh Jeongyeon snatched two bundles from the table and yelled. Food smells—lunchboxes, obviously.
“Why two?”
“One's for Hoyoung, duh!”
Delivery boy now? But why was one wrapped fancy, bulky as hell? The favoritism stung.
“Which is mine, Mom?”
“This one.”
The cheap plastic-bagged kid meal was his. Clutching both, drowning in inexplicable defeat and inferiority, he headed for the building.
“God… what's wrong with that kid? Never acted like this his whole life.”
After sending him off, Oh Jeongyeon sighed, lost in thought.
“Well… at his age, no girlfriend yet—bound to be frustrated.”
Frustrated. The word flushed her cheeks.
“Haa… ♡ Now that Minjae's gone, no need to hold back, right?”
Lately, alone anywhere, she'd rub one out. Fantasies of Kim Hoyoung as side dish sufficed. Nipples already stiff, panties long gone—on his orders.
“Weird… can't disobey Master Hoyoung… ♡ Woman's instinct? Master Hoyoung… Master Hoyoung…”
Calling her son's friend with utmost respect, she kneaded her breasts. If only these were his hands… she wished desperately. Her body was tuned top to bottom, in heat 24/7. Started casual, but now? Doubt she'd survive without him. Imagining days sans Kim Hoyoung, no clue how to cool this fire.
“I need Master Hoyoung's cock! This ain't enough!”
Straining to suck her own nipple, she wailed. Then the doorbell rang, halting her frantic masturbation.
“Wh-who? Nobody comes at this hour?”
Fixing her clothes, she opened the door. Stopping mid-horny was proof she still had some sanity.
“…Who're you?”
“You're Oh Jeongyeon?”
A woman so thoroughly brainwashed she'd seem insane—Fujiwara no Himeko—stood there in her kimono, arms crossed. Eyes blazing with barely contained fury. To Oh Jeongyeon, just some rude intruder.
“That's me. Who're you?”
“You know the sins your son committed? Kill Kim Minjae.”
“Huh?”
Her lips twitched in disbelief. Who the hell is this chick? …Wait, kinda familiar. Not in person—more like glimpsed on a screen a few times.
“I could kill him myself, but His Majesty has you in temporary favor. Here's your chance to atone. Must suck bearing the sin of birthing that idiot. Here. Stab the little shit with this knife. You get 30 minutes. Won't wait longer.”
“What? Hold on—you.”
She took the ornate dagger—looking like a cultural artifact (actually a Japanese national treasure crafted by a master)—and belatedly realized the crazy bitch before her was Japan's prime minister.