Can I Fuck Your Mom? Epilogue (1)
Paengchang-dong was the most famous affluent neighborhood not just in Nakwon City, but in all of Korea. Especially lately, heavyweights from politics, business, and even entertainment had been moving there in droves for some inexplicable reason, sending land prices skyrocketing. Even salarymen at major corporations struggled to find a place to rent—it was a world apart. With real estate values on the verge of surpassing New York and London, the rare high-rise piercing the skyline there was more than enough to draw everyone's eyes.
What really pricked people's ears was the rumor that some unheard-of shady company had snapped up all the prime land near Nakwon Station—the area's busiest spot—and was erecting that building. A company name that reeked of suspicion: Hypnosis Clinic.
The woman presumed to be the CEO was a Nakwon University grad and former high-ranking civil servant, which gave her solid credentials, but she was far too young to own a massive building like that. No one knew where the funding came from, and whispers even suggested the police were turning a blind eye, fueling residents' imaginations. Cult headquarters? Secret slush fund stash for politicians? Drug money? Netizens who loved a good mystery devoured Hypnosis Clinic as conspiracy fodder.
1 Million Views
Once that video hit a million views on YouTube, the broadcast networks finally took notice. HBB, famous for its hard-hitting current affairs shows, dispatched a reporter to request an interview with CEO Park Jisoo. Surprisingly, she agreed without hesitation, and Kang Soran—the fiercely righteous journalist known for her integrity—was chosen for the job. She headed straight to Nakwon Station.
Park Jisoo was waiting out front.
"You're Kang Soran, right?"
"Yes, that's me. Park Jisoo, CEO?"
"Not CEO. Just call me President."
"Then who's the actual CEO?"
Park Jisoo offered only a faint smile in response. Kang Soran's instincts sharpened.
"Who's the CEO?"
"Looks like folks have a lot of questions about our little company. We're just a modest operation."
"Modest? This building's enormous."
Kang Soran craned her neck almost perpendicular to gaze up at the top. "How many floors is this thing? Considering the land prices here, even a big corp couldn't build something like it. How did you raise the funds, President Park? People are dying to know the money trail."
"I'll explain all that. Come on in."
She led her inside. Luring her to home turf? The veteran reporter Kang Soran steeled herself and followed. She wouldn't bend to bribes or threats. She'd exposed secret ties between chaebols and the president, winning Investigative Journalist of the Year—no intimidation from some suspicious company head with deep pockets would faze her.
But the conspiracy she feared never materialized.
"We run a clinic focused on helping women with mental struggles and trauma."
The interior Park Jisoo showed her was spotless—high-end hospital vibes all the way. Floors 2 through 10: exam rooms, pharmacy, counseling offices, therapy suites. Everything a clinic needed. Nothing shady in sight. Still, Kang Soran couldn't shake the feeling there was a hidden truth lurking beneath.
"Hmm... even so, it's too flashy for a regular clinic. Overkill on the facilities?"
"We position ourselves as a premium clinic for the elite."
"I get the theme, but startup costs must've been huge. Where'd the capital come from?"
The question everyone obsessed over? Park Jisoo defused it effortlessly. Seo Jeonghui and Na Yuna—visiting patients—gladly joined the interview, vouching for their close ties to her. When the head of the nationally known Shabu-Shabu Group and her mother showed up, even Kang Soran had to back off a step. The group was a major sponsor of HBB, after all.
"What brings the Chairwoman and Madam here...?"
"We invested in this company."
"Shabu-Shabu Group funding Hypnosis Clinic?"
Na Yuna, the Chairwoman famed for brilliantly managing her inherited empire, nodded firmly. She confirmed the group had covered the entire construction bill.
"If top-five chaebol Shabu-Shabu Group is behind it... yeah, the grandeur makes sense."
At this point, Kang Soran had no choice but to close her notepad. And when Gaedung—the medical world's heavyweight—emerged from the director's office, she felt like a fool for chasing internet rumors.
"Dr. Gaedung is our clinic director."
"Nice to meet you, reporter."
"Dr. Gaedung—the guy every medical journal begs for an interview? Even I know the name in current affairs. And he's directing this place?"
"Not just him—Nurse Kang Sujung here transferred from Nakwon University Hospital recently."
A Nakwon University nursing alum who'd worked at the university hospital? That sealed it: legit medical outfit, not a cult. Kang Soran wanted to apologize and wrap up.
Perfect. Funded by a chaebol, run by top medical elites. Park Jisoo was polished and courteous—an elite who'd topped the civil service exam. Doubting people like that? Total waste of time.
"Sorry for the hassle... We'll frame the broadcast to clear up misconceptions about Hypnosis Clinic."
"Thank you."
Some days, bad tips led to dead ends. Shoulders slumped, energy drained. The fire in her chest for uncovering corruption fizzled into emptiness. Worst feeling ever.
Kang Soran followed Park Jisoo's guidance down to the first floor. Fresh building—construction trucks loaded with materials milled about unfinished areas. Her eye caught a sign on one.
Kim Minjae Clinic
"What's... that?"
"Hm?"
Park Jisoo's face hardened at the sign Kang Soran absentmindedly pointed to. Had she not been dejected from the failed scoop, she might've cracked open Hypnosis Clinic's dark underbelly. But she'd already concluded it was clean, so the sudden chill in Park Jisoo's voice didn't register.
"...A sign from a doctor who used to work here."
"I see."
"He's got nothing to do with us now."
"Right..."
Park Jisoo stared at the reporter's slumped shoulders for a long moment before heading back inside. Na Yuna and Seo Jeonghui had demanded priority bedtime with Kim Hoyoung as payment for their help. Even chaebol heiresses had to go through her to see him—they were the ones getting bossed around.
Meanwhile, moping over her wasted day, Kang Soran stared at the ground and bumped into a passerby.
"Ah, sorry."
"No problem."
The woman waved it off with a palm. Red horn-rimmed glasses, ponytail exposing her nape. Cute, sleepy features, nicely sized breasts. Slim and poised even under a coat. Minimal makeup—she shunned flashiness—but her natural beauty shone through anyway. Cool, intellectual type.
"If you want the real dirt on Hypnosis Clinic, dig into this Kim Minjae guy."
"Pardon?"
As Kang Soran apologized and moved to pass, the woman tossed out a line that jolted her reporter instincts awake.
"Nakwon High grad, worked at a U.S. hospital, got busted for prostitution. Investigate him, and the truth you're chasing might start coming into focus."
"What're you—? Who are you?"
"A fan of your current affairs show."
No fangirl warmth in her tone. She left Kang Soran reeling, ignoring further questions as she walked off. Hands in coat pockets, she slowly scanned the Hypnosis Clinic building top to bottom, like appraising an old acquaintance's success.
"Wow... so this is Hoyoung's building? That kid finally made it big with hypnosis. Wonder how much he's changed. Memory loss—hope he hasn't forgotten even me?"
—She strode confidently inside.
While Kang Soran toured the premises, Kim Hoyoung was in the Recovery Room, balls-deep in sloppy sex with Oh Jeongyeon.
"Y'know, now that I've actually stolen you from Minjae, you're starting to bore me. Maybe I should just toss you out."
"Nooo~♡ Don't throw me away, please♡ I'll be your obedient second mom, so don't discard me! I'll do anything you sayyy~♡"
Oh Jeongyeon wiggled her cock-stuffed ass lewdly, coquettishly begging the much younger man.
"Just remembered—you used to scold me over bad test scores."
"Sorry about that... Back then, I wasn't in my right mind. That bastard Kim Minjae's hypnosis had me deluded into thinking high grades made a great person—total bullshit."
Eyes closed to savor the dick fully, she moaned ecstatically.
"Hoyoung's cock scores...♡ A million out of a hundred♡ Thank you for saving me from that scum's hypnosis. I want to repay you forever."
"So, keep me by your side for life, huh?"
"Ahhn~♡ Busted! Can't fool my genius son with this plankton brain of mine♡ I'm a total fuck-rice mommy who loses to Hoyoung in every way♡ Dominate and toy with me as you please!"
"For real? Even if I beat you, trample you, treat you like trash?"
"Yes...♡ As thanks for saving me from that monster Kim Minjae, I'll obey any order...♡"
"Not really planning to torment you or anything."
"Hehehe...♡ Love my kind Hoyoung... I love you...♡ Makes me wanna do anything for you...♡"
Beaned by love, Oh Jeongyeon brimmed with blind devotion, like a smitten virgin. She'd kill for him if he asked—she meant it.
"Wonder what Minjae's up to these days..."
Kim Hoyoung muttered offhand, barely interested in his second mom's affection.