Chapter 12 First Love, Kang Da-eun
Chapter 12 First Love, Kang Da-eun
Da-eun suddenly covered her chest with her hand in front of her son Eun-woo and pouted at him as if acting cute.
"Hey, what are you doing? B-bring me some water already!"
'Why am I stuttering? So embarrassing!'
Perhaps because she felt an inexplicable flutter at her son's changed demeanor, her tongue had stiffened. Fortunately, her son obediently turned toward the sink as instructed.
Da-eun's mouth fell open as she watched her son's bare buttocks walk away with a thump thump, then quickly closed it again, wiping the drool from her lips with the back of her hand when she realized he might see.
'When did he get so big? His height, his body, and... even his cock♥ So unusually sturdy.'
As Da-eun was comparing the adorable Eun-woo from her memories to the man before her now, he returned.
He had cupped water in his palm rather than in his mouth, as if unsure what she wanted from him. Then, without doing anything else, he just stared blankly at her.
In the end, Da-eun had to muster her courage first, ignoring the embarrassment, and make a request that wasn't really a request.
When she ordered him to eat her out, it was just sex—nothing to be ashamed of. But this was different now.
This request... was laced with affection. With fluttery feelings.
She couldn't just brazen it out like before, not with emotions involved.
"...I don't even have the strength to move my arms because of you."
Da-eun subtly lowered the hand covering her chest, then pulled her arms inward, tightening her cleavage while avoiding her son's gaze as she muttered:
"I was the one working my hips hard while you just lay there. Why would my arms hurt?"
"...Huh?"
Da-eun had hoped her son would pick up on her unspoken desire like usual and kiss her mouth again like before. Instead, he had the audacity to talk back—even dropping honorifics.
So, in a flash of anger, she raised her head to glare at him, but—
She had no idea when he'd grown so much taller than her. And the musky scent of his cock—already stiff again despite having just cum inside her—left her utterly cowed.
'What are you doing, Da-eun? Get up and slap some sense into him. Make sure he never acts up again—'
She scolded herself internally, but her thighs, still glazed with his drying cum, were frozen like stone.
Unhappy with her own weakness, Da-eun took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, and unleashed a rapid-fire rebuke:
"You clueless brat. Do you have any idea how hard you were pounding into me? Do you know how terrifying it is when a guy with a huge cock like yours goes that rough? Do you know how much arm strength it takes to keep myself from collapsing while taking all of that inside my—"
She cut herself off, face burning.
She was blushing even harder than when he had teased her nipples.
Now that she'd said it out loud, it sounded less like a mother scolding her disobedient son and more like an older woman whining for affection from her indifferent younger boyfriend.
Well, it was ridiculous to scold him like a mother when they were standing naked together in a women's restroom stall.
Head bowed, Da-eun sat quietly, staring down at her own pussy as it began to grow wet again—until Eun-woo's voice came from above.
"Cute."
"Huh?"
Even if he wasn't her biological son, the age gap between them was significant. Calling her cute should have pissed her off—that would've been the normal reaction.
Thump♡
Instead, her heart raced, and she panicked when she realized she was dripping arousal.
She had always hated being treated like some cute girl—by her son or any other man. So why...?
"Should I feed it to you? Or... with my mouth?"
Her son tapped her thigh with his knee, his tone cocky as he asked.
Furious, Da-eun jerked her head up.
She couldn't tolerate this insolence any longer.
Sure, sex was fine—she had a son who was conveniently handsome, well-endowed, and smelled good, so why not use him to burn off the aphrodisiac effects of the Holy Medicine?
But she never wanted him acting like her boyfriend.
"No? Then go get it yourself. If you're too lazy to scoop water from your own pussy, don't order me around. Just finger yourself."
With that, he dumped the water from his palm down her cleavage, then turned on his heel.
The way he walked off wasn't just dismissive—it was like he was brushing off some clingy older fuckbuddy, let alone a mother.
How dare her own son treat her like this?
Unacceptable.
I should discipline him again, like when he was little, Da-eun thought, gnashing her teeth as she panted.
But.
Before he could take more than a few steps, she reached out and grabbed his wrist.
Even with her holding on, he didn't stop. He kept walking.
Her grip slipped, and her body lurched forward.
"W-wait! Son? Where are you going? We're not done yet!"
She shouted, then smiled sweetly when Eun-woo turned back—crossing her legs on the toilet seat with satisfaction.
'That's more like it. He's still a man, after all. How could he walk away when the goddess of our school is sitting here like this? How many men have I rejected over the years?'
Da-eun smirked confidently.
Sure, she'd been momentarily shocked by her son's uncharacteristic roughness, his audacious attitude—but that was all.
Compared to eating her out, a kiss was nothing.
In terms of pleasure, kissing was leagues below.
So why did she feel like she'd go crazy if she didn't get it? Lost in thought, she let more juices trickle out.
But.
Thud.
Eun-woo returned—only to grab the clothes he'd left on the toilet tank, ignoring her completely before turning away again.
"W-wait! Son? Where are you— Hey! Lee Eun-woo! Stop right there!"
Even when she stood and yelled, he didn't look back.
In the end, Da-eun—left heaving for breath—had to make the first move.
Embarrassment, the fear of losing control over him like before—all of it was pushed aside.
She had to catch him.
She wanted to kiss him again, to feel his delicious cock in her hands.
With only those thoughts in mind, she stepped forward—
Crash!
—and slipped on the pool of her own arousal.
"Aghhh... Ughhh... Sobb..."
Da-eun lay sprawled on the cold tile floor, her fluids smeared everywhere, tears streaming down her face.
It wasn't just the pain.
The shame, the humiliation, and something more.
The crushing realization that the son she'd treated like a pushover had dismissed her—it overwhelmed her the moment she fell, reducing her to tears like a child.
"Ughhh... Sobb..."
Just as despair began to well up inside her, she heard footsteps.
Her head snapped up.
There stood her angelically handsome son.
The restroom was dim, but the light behind him cast an almost halo-like glow over his shoulders.
Da-eun, who had once been the cult's PR officer but never truly believed in its doctrine, instinctively reached for his outstretched hand like a supplicant.
"Th... thank you."
In that moment, she knew exactly how pathetically submissive she must look—a mother groveling before her son.
Her sweet, obedient little boy.
The son who used to obey her every whim as long as she tossed him scraps of affection like feeding a starving dog.
But that was all in the past now.
The way he yanked her up by the wrist without permission, the way he claimed her lips without asking—this was the behavior of a grown man.
An alpha male.
And as he kissed her, tongue delving deep, she was no longer his mother.
She was his woman.
"Ahhhhn♥ Mmmhhhhn♥"
Though she'd only ever admitted it during sex, Da-eun humbly acknowledged in her heart that her son now held all the power.
The moment she did, her pussy gushed.
Not because of the Holy Medicine this time—but because this situation turned her on.
Truthfully, Da-eun had always known her own tastes.
She'd cut it all off after getting involved with her son, but back in the day, the porn she occasionally sought out was always the same—BDSM, training, submission... all that kinky stuff.
A pervert who loved being pinned beneath a man, serving him.
That was her sexual nature.
If she hadn't met a man like her son—one who could thoroughly dominate her—she probably would've resorted to online sexting to sate her depraved cravings.
"I'm... sorry. Sorry. Sorry."
Tears mixed with her juices as she regretted all the cruel things she'd done to him in the past.
"For what?"
His curt voice should've angered her, but it didn't.
Her obsession with him only grew stronger.
Da-eun knew she was in her prime.
Her body was as delectable as her face.
She might not have had the overwhelming bust of First Sister Moon Ye-hwa, but her ample breasts—perfect for gripping and teasing—and her dripping pussy were more than enough to arouse any man.
But her son wasn't like those other guys. He wasn't ordinary.
With his striking looks, finding a younger, prettier girl would be easy for him.
Until now, he'd been confined within the cult, his beauty hidden—but things were different now.
A sense of crisis rising, Da-eun cast aside her pride and prepared to make him an offer.
"H-hey, son."
"Why do you keep calling me? You'll need at least two more rounds to burn off the aphrodisiac, so focus on your pussy."
No ordinary man would talk like that to a prostitute—let alone one he'd paid.
He'd get thrown out by the pimp.
But it suited her son perfectly.
Was this what a bad boy was like...?
With great reluctance, Da-eun broke their kiss and knelt before his cock.
She should have been ashamed of this position, but ever since acknowledging his dominance in her heart, it only aroused her more.
She steeled herself, thinking of the other women who coveted him—those who, though a step behind her now, were still formidable rivals.
Then she spoke.
"U-um... should I suck you off? Now that I think about it, I've only ever received service from you. I've never... served you before......"
I looked down at Fourth Mother's face—suddenly so kind, no, groveling—as she offered to blow me.
A servile smile.
Eyes darting nervously, reading my expression.
Trembling hands.
Nothing about her resembled the intimidating Kang Da-eun of before.
The moment I realized the woman who'd tormented me was becoming my ideal bitch, the suppressed urges I'd inherited from Father—the desire to dominate, to conquer—surged forth.