Can I Fuck Your Mom? (14)
“Canceeeeel♡ I take back everything I just said♡ I surrender! I’ve been totally defeated by Master Hoyoung! I completely withdraw my demand that you never contact me again! Please reach out whenever it’s convenient for you! You don’t need to worry about my schedule at all! Even if you send me out for cigarettes at 3 a.m., I’ll run there with a smile!”
Instant corruption. No time was needed. The moment her pussy was stuffed with cock, Oh Jeongyeon started shaking her ass instead of waving a white flag. Look at that mouth, split wide in a tearing grin as if all her worries had been washed away.
“Master Hoyoung♡ Master Hoyoung♡ My owner♡ Ah! I get it now! I was born to be an offering for Master Hoyoung! How could I have ever mistaken myself for a human until now?”
“Kukuku. Yeah, right.”
“It’s so embarrassing… Of course, it’s common sense that I’m just a mere tool existing for Master Hoyoung’s convenience. Why did I ever delusionally think I was a person with a sense of self and human rights? Acting like I was free, dreaming on my own without your permission, building a family… I must’ve been insane.”
Oh Jeongyeon pressed her palm to her flushed cheeks, burning with shame and regret, to cool them down as she spoke.
“Huh? Why did I waste so much time caring about trash like Minjae all these years? His college or job—none of that matters, right? It’s weird… Am I an idiot?”
“You’re a mom, so isn’t it natural to care about your son?”
“Pardon? But… Minjae’s basically food waste, a worthless piece of garbage, isn’t he?”
Oh Jeongyeon glanced at her son, who she’d been desperately trying to save just moments ago as he lay unconscious. Her eyes were utterly inorganic, like she was staring at a TV or a fridge—no emotion whatsoever.
“This is strange… Why did I ever think that thing was lovable?”
Memories of raising Minjae like a houseplant flashed by. His first steps, changing diapers, the tears at his elementary school entrance ceremony, hugging him tight after divorcing her husband and vowing to raise him without envy, the airport when they left for New Zealand hand-in-hand for his education, the inexplicable tear that fell while drinking alone after his acceptance to a U.S. medical school… Looking back now, it all felt like utter bullshit. No—if it was just bullshit, that’d be a relief. It was downright chilling.
“Eh? What’s wrong with me? I only love Master Hoyoung, so why did I waste time on that bastard? It’s weird, Master Hoyoung! My memories are contaminated… Ahh… I should’ve offered everything to you much sooner! Putting my biological son above you… I must’ve lost my mind.”
“Eh, don’t sweat it too much.”
“How can I not, Master Hoyoung! No matter how I think about it, something’s suspicious!”
Oh Jeongyeon glared at Kim Minjae like he was the culprit.
“Could it be… that food waste hypnotized me or something weird like that?”
“…What?”
“It has to be! That bastard pulled some trick! Otherwise, how could I, as Master Hoyoung’s property, have raised a guy like that as my son?”
“Mm… Ah…”
Oh no.
“Disgusting! Toying with people’s hearts like that! How could he! Ahhh!”
Words failed him.
“Argh! Argh! You evil bastard! Because of you, I wasted time I should’ve devoted to Master Hoyoung! How are you gonna make up for it?!”
“Hey… stop it. You’ll kill him.”
Oh Jeongyeon was stomping on the back of Minjae’s head with real murderous intent, so he had to intervene. Even for a woman, anyone would instinctively hold back a bit when hitting an unconscious person, but she was putting full force into her heel, aiming straight for his skull. It was terrifying—she could actually cause a concussion and kill him.
“Why stop me, Master Hoyoung? This bastard made me—!”
“Do I have to explain myself?”
“Gasp!”
Oh Jeongyeon, cheeks puffed in sulky protest, went pale.
“N-no! A master doesn’t need to explain to a slave! Slaves just obey without thinking! I’m sorry for overstepping!”
“Good. Don’t kill people needlessly. He’s your son, isn’t he?”
“Son…”
Her face twisted in dissatisfaction. She chewed her lip like she had more to say, then shyly ventured, “Master Hoyoung. If I abandon Minjae… could you become my new son… Kyaa!”
“Sow.”
He shoved two fingers up her nostrils and yanked her up. Oh Jeongyeon, nose flattened, shed pathetic tears.
“Didn’t I tell you you’re just a toy I play with sometimes? How dare you try to play mom.”
“I-I’m sorry, Master Hoyoung♡ This sow failed to know her place♡ Please don’t discard me, even as a mere tool♡”
—And so, the training of his friend’s mom came to an end.
Kim Minjae’s hell began right then.
The guy finally woke up after a while, sporting a nasty lump on his head. The sight of his unrecognizable mother left him flustered. He tried calling around and even requested a police report, but nothing worked. When he stormed into the station yelling, the police chief—slurping jjajangmyeon—told him:
“What… No need to make a fuss over your mom going missing, right? Don’t interrupt my meal.”
“It’s not just missing—she seems kidnapped by that bastard Kim Hoyoung! I know his address! Issue a warrant or whatever and investigate!”
“Kim Hoyoung, huh… Hmm…”
The station’s atmosphere chilled like dry ice. The chief bit off a noodle and shooed him away: “Got it, now get lost.”
But no call ever came, no matter how long he waited. When he returned in frustration, he realized he’d been blacklisted—armed SWAT blocked him at the entrance.
It made no sense, but he had no choice but to go home.
“Mom… where the hell are you? You’re alive, right?”
A home without Mom. Life without her still required money. He opened a clinic near Nakwon Station’s bustling streets. Business boomed for a first venture—probably the prime location. High foot traffic spread word naturally, and patients never stopped coming.
As income rose, introductions to women poured in. Girls approached him first or requested after-hours for the first time ever. The power of a doctor. The power of money.
But Kim Minjae turned them all down. None measured up to his mom. It wasn’t some newfound appreciation for her devotion after losing her. Purely, as women, none had her allure. Face, body… no one matched Oh Jeongyeon.
“Mom… where are you? Fuck… those tits. Those hips… If I’d known, I should’ve just gone for it with Mom…”
With Mom. Should’ve asked for a feel once. Better than letting Kim Hoyoung steal her. Realizing her sexiness now—pure regret.
Men earn money to attract women. What good was cash without his favorite’s whereabouts? Clinic profits soared, but he felt only emptiness.
“How’s this month’s sales, Director Kim?”
Park Jisoo, owner of the building he rented, visited the clinic. He didn’t know her exact company, but she had suspiciously deep pockets. Designer clothes head-to-toe—millions per outfit. As the generous landlord, she was someone he needed to impress. Hiding his gloom over Mom, he flashed a sales smile.
“Thanks to you, it’s going great. What brings you here today?”
“Cops stopped by earlier. I shooed them off, but.”
“Pardon? Why the police?”
“Got a report you’re running an unlicensed clinic.”
“Gasp!”
Kim Minjae, hoping to send the pesky landlord packing and wallow in sentiment, stammered in shock.
“Un-unlicensed?! I definitely graduated med school in the U.S…! L-look, here’s my license!”
“Everyone knows you printed it yourself. At that shop by Cheonhar Station Exit 3, right?”
“H-how did you…”
“My connections span the country.”
His office diplomas suddenly looked shabby. Park Jisoo sighed lightly, perching on the director’s desk.
“You got caught prostituting in the U.S., license revoked, deported, and had to come back to Korea, right?”
“N-no, that’s…”
“No use hiding. I asked a friend who’s a Hollywood actress. Know Scarlett Watson?”
Who didn’t? America’s top star—her last film grossed over a billion.
“If your U.S. license is revoked, you can’t open a clinic here. That quack doctor Gae Ddogi already heard the rumors. Word’s spreading in medical circles that you opened here. Scary world these days, huh?”
“…Kuh…”
“Some civic-minded citizen reported you.”
“…Fuck… how’d it spread here? This shithole country with ears everywhere.”
“Oh? Cornered, and the real you shows. Anyway, the chief doesn’t care much about crime, and we go way back, so I sent them packing this time.”
Park Jisoo spoke flatly, unfazed by his ugly scowl.
“If the clinic does well, I profit too. I move for money, not justice.”
“Thanks. I’ll pay rent on time. License gone, but my knowledge is real. Keep the cops off me from now on.”
He thought silence would hide it, but the secret leaked. Young doc raking in cash in a pricey spot bred jealousy—“Who’s this rich fuck?”—leading to background checks unearthing his record. Lucky the landlord had police pull.
“Business just took off—if cops shut it down, it hurts me and you, Ms. Park. For the money, protect me.”
“Ah… true. Money’s the best.”
Plus, Park Jisoo was a money-grubber indifferent to justice. A godsend rope from heaven.
…Or so he thought. Until he saw her icy eyes.
“But I have one thing more important than money.”
“Wh-what’s that?”
“Loyalty to Master Hoyoung.”
“……”
Kim Hoyoung. That cursed name again.
“Kim Minjae. Worried about getting caught whoring, you used Master Hoyoung’s name, right? Wanna get fucked up for real?”