Chapter 35 Baiting Ryu Ga-hyeon (6)
Chapter 35 Baiting Ryu Ga-hyeon (6)
Her teeth weren't clenched hard enough to dig into her flesh, so there was no need for her face to contort like that...
As panic set in and Da-eun's mind went blank, a flood of thoughts began rising simultaneously in her head.
Ryu Ga-hyeon recording her confession video,
All the tasks she needed to handle immediately upon returning to the cult, now derailed by this detention center visit,
Her pussy getting excited again just standing near Eun-woo despite what they'd just done together,
Eun-woo's handsome face,
Eun-woo's gorgeous cock,
The realization that she'd genuinely fallen for Eun-woo whom she'd treated like a household pet all these years—all these thoughts swirled together with the alcohol still in her system,
Leading Da-eun to make the worst possible confession to Eun-woo.
"You felt it too earlier, right? I'm actually... a masochist."
"...What?"
"Mom's a masochist. But seeing you earlier, I think you might have some sadistic tendencies too? Getting excited from making women suffer..."
"..."
"S-so... when we get back to the cult, let's do it again. But this time, I'll do whatever my son wants. Whatever it is. Whether it's blowjobs, facesitting, wearing bunny costumes, or public exposure sex. Anything. ...I'll become a mom who can do anything her son desires."
Though Da-eun had no experience with men other than Eun-woo, she'd lived her entire life with men chasing after her wherever she went.
She knew better than anyone that she was beautiful—that was Gang Da-eun.
When she should have been making sweet romantic confessions, Da-eun unconsciously made this perverted declaration instead, stemming from that very confidence.
[I'm pretty, right? Hot, right? And this pretty, sexy me could act like your personal sex slave! I'll throw away all my pride and take whatever you dish out—your spankings, your kicks, your verbal abuse. Pour every last one of your desires straight into my body! Because that's how much I love you!]
This was the true sentiment in Da-eun's heart.
Having spent her whole life tormenting others without ever being on the receiving end, she was declaring she'd cast aside all feminine pride to devote herself completely to him.
But this earnest mother's love confession—
"You crazy bitch... Are you in heat again?"
—failed to reach her son at all.
Mother and son.
The tormentor and the tormented.
That gap between them was simply too vast.
To bridge it in an instant, saying "I'm a masochist" wasn't nearly enough.
Da-eun should have spoken honestly.
She should have confessed in words that couldn't be misunderstood, that conveyed her true meaning clearly.
But despite Eun-woo not being her biological son, after over ten years of raising him as her child, Da-eun lacked the courage for a proper love confession.
Thus, the mother's sincere feelings reached her son as the worst possible misunderstanding.
Not the pure words of "I'm your mother but I love you as a man," but the vulgar implication that she wanted to fuck her son again because of his hot face and cock.
And not just normal sex—she wanted depraved, taboo masochistic play because vanilla had gotten boring.
Da-eun's first love, her first love confession, reached Eun-woo in this completely distorted form before ending in utter disaster.
I glared at Fourth Mother without hiding my disgust.
When I saw her detained by detectives outside the convenience store, I'd been shocked.
Even though this was when the gangsters who hated her should be lying low, I thought they'd tried to kidnap her.
Fearing I might lose Fourth Mother, I'd rushed over in a panic.
But what?
Her urgent voice on the phone had just been a lie.
Once again, she'd gotten drunk and was causing trouble.
Even after I'd specifically begged her not to make scenes in front of police right before having sex with her.
And instead of showing even a shred of remorse, Fourth Mother called me over just to talk about what kind of sex we'd have next.
She didn't consider for a second the son whose heart had nearly burst from worry for her.
She just panted like she might cry, as if satisfying her lust was all that mattered.
At this rate, what difference was there between her and First Mother who wanted to make me her personal sex slave?
They're the same.
Horrible mothers who want to use their sons as playthings.
I shook my aching arm to throw off Fourth Mother's grip.
Her face stiffened at my action.
I'd seen that expression before—the one she made when severely shocked.
The same face she'd made when her sister (and my half-sister) Kang Hae-yeon collapsed.
That she was making it now meant my rebellious act had genuinely shocked her.
But I'm done craving affection from a mother who doesn't love me, done being her errand boy.
"I'll contact the lawyer. I'll do my best outside... but it'll take about a month. Don't go assaulting people in there this time."
Keeping one hand in my pocket to steady my throbbing arm that hurt more from her tight grip earlier, I turned toward the detectives.
"I'm not done talking!"
Angry at my defiance, Fourth Mother shouted and grabbed my arm again.
"I-I'll suck it. I might not be good at it yet, but I'll practice and s-suck it, so don't be mad."
Not knowing if she'd secretly taken more Holy Medicine or was just too aroused to maintain any pride, I roughly shoved away this mother who was so vulgarly craving her son's cock.
Disgusting bitch.
Hot as hell... but just as disgusting.
A bitch who knows nothing of love, only sex.
Just like First Mother—a bitch who sees her son only as a means to satisfy her lust.
So you...
You're no mother of mine anymore.
Still sitting on the table and scooping up the ice cream Da-eun had bought for her son with her hands, Ryu Ga-hyeon glanced at the pair before becoming lost in thought.
Though too far to hear their conversation, their expressions and body language made the situation clear enough.
As each other's first relationship, this clumsy couple was having their first fight.
Though the woman seemed far more invested in the relationship.
The cult leader's son, who had initially seemed like the slimmest chance to bring down Cheonmyeong Cult, now appeared much more significant.
'Ahahaha, perhaps?... Perhaps?... It might work? And maybe... "that" too?'
Ga-hyeon's mind raced.
A face exceptionally handsome even among attractive people.
Seeming intensely violent when assaulting Moon Ye-hwa, but actually shy and gentle in person.
And crucially, that "power" which instantly shook her junior detective Han Ji-su—who'd never shown interest in men, let alone dated.
"Ahahaha, ahahaha, ahahaha."
Ga-hyeon's brain spun wildly.
Mental drawers flew open all at once.
Files meticulously organized now scattering everywhere upon encountering the cult leader's son.
Though no concrete plan had formed yet, a vague direction emerged.
The cult leader's son needed to keep fucking women indiscriminately.
After the Cheonmyeong cult leader's execution.
The cult had begun reorganizing around their greatest asset—the Holy Medicine—that made them Korea's largest and most dangerous pseudo-religion.
So infiltrating required leveraging that.
But would it work on the leader's son too?
'Hmm, not my concern.'
Her focus wasn't the son's feelings, but how to destroy Cheonmyeong Cult.
Even after executing the cult leader—the supposed head—on the electric chair...
New heads like Moon Ye-hwa, Lee Eun-bi, Seo A-ra, and Kang Da-eun emerged.
Rather than infighting, these "mothers" united around the son to expand their empire.
To break them, some sacrifices would be necessary.
Ga-hyeon kept shoveling ice cream into her mouth with her hands to refuel her overloaded brain.
"Team leader, please use a spoon instead of your hands. You're smart—you know spoons are more efficient for eating."
Park Cheol-woo pleaded, offering a spoon from the part-timer.
His gaze suggested he was observing a wild animal rather than his superior.
But Ga-hyeon ignored him, face smeared with ice cream as she kept eating with her hands and laughing maniacally.
Because she'd just conceived a plan to accomplish the seemingly impossible—destroying Cheonmyeong Cult.
'Lee Eun-woo! Become an invincible sex machine! For justice, fuck all your mothers! Your sister, stepsisters, stepmothers, birth mother—fuck them all... For this nation's justice and peace, become an incestuous sex machine!'
"Ahahaha, ahahahaha, ahahahahaha! Kyahahahahaha!"
"Finish eating first, team leader. You're spraying it everywhere."