The Miracle Brought About by Geum Tae-yang's Salvation Fucking [Sex Training][3]
"Hrrrk... kooo...! Pwoo... kuaaaaaah...! Hrrrk pwoooo...!"
Even after their second round of sex, Geum Tae-yang and Park A-young had gone at it roughly ten more times. Having poured out that much semen, Tae-yang had sunk into an extremely deep sleep.
Tip-toe...! Tip-toe...! Tip-toe...!
Park A-young carefully slipped free of his arms, put on her pajamas, and made her way down the stairs to the first floor.
Is Mom asleep...?
She was heading for Kim Min-jung's room.
The door's slightly open?
When she came downstairs and approached Min-jung's master bedroom, A-young noticed the door was slightly ajar. Because the bunker had such excellent soundproofing, Min-jung had deliberately left it open so she could react at any moment to unexpected sounds from the second floor.
"Hey... Mom...? It's me, A-young... Are you... asleep?"
Peek...!
Creeeak...!
A-young poked her face through the open crack and gently pushed the door wider, then carefully called out to her mother in a whisper.
"Mmm... hmmm..."
Kim Min-jung responded to the voice. The lights in the master bedroom were off, with only a faint night light glowing. There, still fully dressed, Min-jung lay on the bed trying to sleep. Judging by her posture and position, it seemed she had been sitting on the bed lost in troubled thoughts, then lain down just to rest for a moment and drifted off without meaning to.
A-young could read that entire timeline in her eyes. So the expression that had been carefully, rather cutely peeking through the door moments before filled now with pity.
Who else would her mother Kim Min-jung have been fretting and worrying about until she collapsed into sleep like that? Her daughter, Park A-young. From the moment she learned A-young had left the house, she had fretted for a full six hours or more. That stress and worry had left Min-jung exhausted and soundly asleep. So A-young's heart couldn't help but fill with apology, guilt, and pity.
"Oh my... My little girl... My little girl's come to Mommy's room...?"
Even in sleep, Min-jung's senses were highly attuned to her surroundings. So even though A-young's voice had only seeped into the quiet room at a whisper, she reacted immediately. Thus Min-jung woke. Still lying on her side, eyes still slightly heavy with sleep, she spoke to her daughter standing in the open doorway with a warm smile.
She wanted nothing more than to spring up and ask if A-young was okay now. But even in this moment, Min-jung thought only of her daughter. Afraid her restless fretting might make A-young worry, she spoke as if nothing were amiss.
"Yeah... I came to Mom's room..."
A-young, who had been looking at Min-jung with an expression full of pity just moments before, answered her mother's soft whisper with a gentle smile.
She's so lovely, my mom...
Because the sight of a mother who thought only of her daughter was so endearing. In the gaze looking back at her, she felt a maternal love as vast as the ocean.
I'm such a bad daughter... How long has it been...? Since I came to Mom's room...?
A-young's words about coming to her mother's room carried a slight self-mockery. As a little girl, A-young had come to her mother's room almost every day, sleeping in Min-jung's arms until morning. Then from puberty, when she struggled to change her personality, she stopped coming. After her third year of high school, she never went to Min-jung's room at all. It was always Min-jung who came to A-young's room to talk.
So after roughly five years, she had returned to her mother's room. Looking at the mother who welcomed her with eyes and voice full of joy and warmth, she felt that long gap of time.
"Come here, my little girl... Mommy wants to hold you..."
The loving, understanding mother Kim Min-jung was reading every emotion her daughter Park A-young was feeling. So she reached out first, breaking the silence that had begun to settle between them. Still lying down, Min-jung spread both arms toward her hesitant daughter, hoping she would come into her embrace.
"Hmm... Should I...?"
With an expression full of shyness, A-young shuffled over to her mother. Min-jung slowly shifted toward the center of the bed to make space for A-young to lie down.
"Why are you sleeping like this, Mom... You should put on pajamas and pull up the blanket..."
In the outer space of the master bed that had been made for her, the prodigal daughter Park A-young wriggled into place just like her mother. Then, as if changing the subject, she glanced toward the blanket behind Min-jung. Being face-to-face with her mother's warm gaze at such close range was simply too ticklish.
"I just meant to close my eyes for a bit, and I guess I slept until now..."
But in the end, A-young had come to her mother's side. And Min-jung knew full well how much that meant. Her daughter, who had wandered for so long, had finally found the courage to settle back at her mother's side. So every action A-young took right now, reflected in Min-jung's eyes, could only be precious, loving, and tender. That emotion soaked straight into the arms holding A-young.
"I'm sorry, Mom... For making you worry all day today..."
Kim Min-jung's absolute love granted her another miracle. It allowed A-young to pour out the words she had truly wanted to say to her mother from the bottom of her heart — I'm sorry.
Ordinarily, A-young had often said self-deprecating things to Min-jung. Each time, Min-jung would look pained and comfort her daughter. That behavior of A-young's had been a kind of tantrum — venting to her mother that her heart was just too hard. But whenever she saw her mother looking at her with that pained expression and comforting her, A-young would eventually feel a lump in her throat. She truly wanted to be a good daughter to her mother, and recognizing that she wasn't created a vicious cycle of self-reproach. Yet she could never manage to say she was sorry. She would just trail off and mumble.
But Park A-young, who had gained courage through Geum Tae-yang's help, now wanted to express herself honestly.
"Oh my... Look at all the things our little girl thinks she needs to apologize for... You came back safe and healthy, A-young. That's all that matters..."
Min-jung pulled her daughter even deeper into her arms and stroked her head and shoulders. Worry for her self-reproaching daughter showed on Min-jung's face, but her sigh felt different from the ones before. It was a sigh steeped in emotion.
How long has it been since I heard my A-young say that to me... My baby... My precious baby...
This was genuine communication. Her daughter Park A-young was conveying her heartfelt feelings to her mother and seeking forgiveness. Though everyday life for Mama Kim Min-jung meant pouring out one-sided love and unconditional affection, more than anyone she wanted to communicate and empathize with her beloved daughter. And now that it was happening, Min-jung felt like she might burst into tears at any moment.
"Heehee...! Mom smells so good... Smelling Mom's scent after so long just makes me feel so happy..."
It was a truly love-filled mother's embrace. Especially for A-young, it was a place like home. A-young wrapped her arms around Min-jung's waist and buried her face even more coquettishly into that embrace.
"Mom's scent? Mom's gotten older now, you know? Does it still smell like what you used to smell when you were little?"
A smile bloomed fully on Min-jung's lips. It was the very thing she had once wistfully confessed wishing for to Geum Tae-yang — the loving appearance of little A-young unfolding in her arms once more.
Park Do-chul had always been out overnight, and little Park A-young had been afraid of sleeping alone. So in those days she had always slept like this, held in her mother's arms on the master bed. And every time, little A-young would go wild saying Mom smelled so good. That beautiful memory, that utterly happy recollection — her daughter Park A-young's appearance was drawing her into it, so Min-jung bantered as if she too had returned to those days.
"No way. Our mom hasn't aged a bit, okay? Mom's body scent is still the same! It's so good..."
A-young rubbed her face against Min-jung's breasts as if throwing a tantrum. But it was clearly different from the snippy feeling of before. It was thick with affection. With that coquettish manner, as if determined to make up for the roughly eight years of her mother's embrace she had missed, A-young mumbled on like a fool, boasting of her mother's still-warm embrace.
"Hohhohoho! Alright, alright, I know, my little girl... Mom has always taken care of herself consistently, just wanting to hold our little girl again..."
"That's right... Our mom hasn't aged at all... Still pretty, and she still smells good..."
A-young had certainly grown enormously compared to when she was little. Back then, rubbing against her like this just made her a child in her arms, but now every time A-young threw a tantrum, Min-jung's body flinched. Feeling that change of years, Min-jung smiled with pride, while A-young rubbed her face diligently, chanting her mother's unchanging appearance like a mantra.
Then Min-jung fell silent for a moment.
"Did Tae-yang... take good care of you, A-young...?"
She brought up first the words her daughter would hesitate most to say.
"Yeah... He comforted both my body and my heart so I wouldn't hurt, Mom..."
In a voice that trailed off, A-young nodded slowly, embarrassed. When she was with Geum Tae-yang, she had felt like she'd completely cast off the ethics of the pre-apocalypse world — but rubbing skin with the mother she loved so much, the guilt came flooding back.
"Then that's enough, A-young... As long as our A-young is happy, that's all that matters... That's Mom and Tae-yang's happiness... *smooch*...!♥"
"Mm... Okay, Mom..."
Min-jung held her confused daughter Park A-young tightly. She never wanted to create a situation again where she, as the mother, lost her center and dragged her daughter into suffering with her. A-young burrowed even deeper into that warmly firm maternal embrace and felt a sense of security.
"Whoa, fuck... So I'm Level C now...!!!!!"
Meanwhile, Geum Tae-yang was looking at the state of his status window, beyond excitement and into pure frenzy.