Chapter 37 In the Car (2)
Chapter 37 In the Car (2)
If I didn't respond appropriately, she'd probably keep going, so I gave Detective Ryu Ga-hyeon a measured reply.
And pretending to take her business card only to tear it up later wasn't exactly a difficult task.
I picked up the card with my hand, now sticky from hers.
Seeing that, Ryu Ga-hyeon smiled in satisfaction.
"Then be sure to contact me. When you need me. Or... when you just feel like it and need a hole to fuck♥ Either way, I'm fine with it. Ahahaha."
Ryu Ga-hyeon waved at me before walking back to her car.
I couldn't tell how much of that was a joke and how much was genuine, leaving me unsure how to react to her.
But the thought of having sex with the woman who arrested my father and led to his execution—someone even my mothers regarded as an enemy—was so morally depraved that my dick was already half-hard just imagining it.
"You're pretty strong. Do you work out?"
Fortunately, a burly male detective approached just then, clapping me on the shoulder and snapping me out of my fantasy about stripping Ryu Ga-hyeon out of her trench coat.
"No, not really..."
"Really? Then you're just naturally strong. That's impressive. You could've been an athlete... No, never mind. Looks like your arm's hurt. Take care of yourself."
The burly detective praised me before heading to the driver's seat.
I was left bewildered.
Wasn't I their enemy? As the son of a cult leader, I had assumed they'd hate me by default, but the detectives I met were actually kinder to me than my own family.
Even the cool-faced female detective who hesitantly approached me earlier had been the same.
She seemed cold at first glance, but it turned out she was just the type of person who'd show kindness even to someone like me—the son of a cult leader.
"Here's my number."
"Huh?"
"Take it. You took the team leader's, didn't you? Call me. ...I'll meet you in person to give you the medical expenses."
Without waiting for my response, she turned away sharply.
The car drove off.
The lingering image of Fourth Mother's face pressed close to the window—her expression twisted in anger as if my defiance had enraged her—stayed with me for a long time.
I stared blankly at the ice cream tub Ryu Ga-hyeon had left on the table.
'Should I clean it up for her?'
As the car left, a part-timer holding a broom stepped outside, saw me, and flinched before retreating back into the store.
Probably because of the earlier fight. Or maybe they'd realized whose son I was.
Either way, their reaction was enough to deepen the gloom I already felt after what I'd done to Fourth Mother.
But a moment later—
The part-timer returned, this time holding a wet wipe.
Turns out, she was just an unusually kind employee. I'd misjudged her.
"H-Here. You can use this to wipe your hands. And... you can take that too. Your, uh... girlfriend—"
"She's not my girlfriend."
"Oh? Then your... noona?"
The part-timer, who had seemed exhausted from her night shift, perked up slightly as she asked, but I shook my head again.
"Not my noona either."
"Then what's your relationship...?"
"She's my mom. My fourth mom."
"...Huh?"
The part-timer tilted her head, not immediately understanding.
I didn't have the energy to explain my complicated family situation—nor any reason to.
So I just bowed slightly and took the wet wipe from her.
After wiping my hands, I picked up the ice cream tub she said I could take and started heading back to the funeral home.
It had been an unusually long day, and my body was exhausted. Walking the long distance alone to the funeral home made me feel strangely lonely.
The loneliness grew even more complicated when I thought about how I'd have to deal with what I'd impulsively done to First Mother and Fourth Mother.
But then, it hit me.
'Wait... I'm alone right now.'
Back at the cult's holy grounds, being alone meant nothing—it was like being stranded on an island with no way to escape. But now, things were different.
The underlings who usually shadowed me whenever I stepped outside weren't here.
Fourth Mother, who always dragged me around to run errands for her, was locked up.
'Can I run away?'
That had been my plan all along—why I'd posted First Mother's face on the incest forum—but I hadn't expected the opportunity to come so soon.
I'd assumed I'd have to wait until First Mother was arrested for public indecency and distributing obscene material before I could make my move.
'But I don't have any money. Not even a thousand won. And I don't have anywhere to go—no connections outside the cult.'
Then, an idea struck me.
Fourth Mother's bag, still inside the funeral home. And inside it—her wallet.
Given her illegal dealings, Fourth Mother always carried around stacks of 50,000-won bills stuffed in plain paper bags.
Until now, I'd just seen them as part of her work, nothing more. But now, things were different.
Even just one of those bills would be enough to get me far away.
'That's it! That's my chance!'
Filled with hope, I took a step forward.
I had to act fast—before the others woke up, especially First Mother, who was probably passed out in the women's restroom by now.
Sorry, but I'd have to ditch the ice cream here.
I bent down to leave it—
Then, a blinding car light flooded over me.
Dazzled, I couldn't see straight. Before I could even drop the ice cream, the light suddenly cut off, and the car door opened.
Stepping out of the luxury vehicle—completely out of place in this back alley of shabby buildings—was none other than my First Mother.
The same woman who, just an hour ago, had been KO'd by me after spreading her legs obscenely, begging for my cock.
"Oh my♥ Sweetheart, how did you know I love ice cream? Did you go out in the middle of the night just to get this for me? Right? You weren't trying to run away, were you?"
As my vision cleared from the blinding light, I noticed a compact car discreetly trailing behind First Mother's luxury sedan.
Inside were the fanatics still loyal to her.
Without a word, I walked toward her car.
Whether it was because of the followers watching or because she was keeping her oath to be my sex slave, First Mother politely opened the passenger door for me.
Once I was seated, she took the driver's seat.
I hadn't noticed outside, but now I could see—this bitch wasn't even wearing a bra. Her nipples were poking right through.
"Sweetheart, you weren't really thinking of abandoning our poor Cheonmyeong followers and running away alone— Ngh?! Aahh♥"
Before she could finish, I reached over and gripped her thigh—hard enough to hurt.
"That hurts, baby! Let go!"
"Since when does a slave talk back to her master?"
The look in First Mother's eyes shifted instantly.
From the dignified image of a chaebol family's eldest daughter-in-law—
To the lewd, panting bitch who could turn even the most virtuous scholar into a rutting beast.
Since her obedience as a slave was lacking, I slapped her thigh with my palm—hard enough to sting.
"...Oh my, you've changed, baby. You'd never have dared do this to me before."
"I can't keep cowering before a slut like you forever. Don't like it? ...Moon Ye-hwa."
"M-Moon Ye-hwa?! What kind of tone is that?! First the disrespect, now this! Baby! Just because you fucked me once, just because I let you, you think I'm your personal cunt now?!"
I moved my hand from her thigh—sliding it into her pants instead.
No need for affectionate foreplay with this bitch. I went straight for the main event.
My fingers touched her pussy. Unlike Fourth Mother, who left some hair, First Mother was completely smooth—her folds soft and plump like a virgin's.
Squelch, squelch♥
Even after all that earlier, she was already dripping.
How long had it been since she changed clothes? She was already at the point of needing laundry again.
"Ngh... H-Huuuh? Nnn?"
When I pressed my fingertip against the spot where her clit should be, First Mother immediately started panting.
"Y-Yeah... That's right. Mommy's pussy... can only get wet for her baby's cock now. Mommy's your personal sex slave."
Even as she said this, she maintained the dignified maternal image for the fanatics in the car trailing behind us.
But when alone with me, she didn't bother hiding her true, depraved nature.
What a shameless bitch.
...And yet, listening to her lewd moans, I was just as bad—my cock already fully hard again.
My chance to escape the Cheonmyeong cult was over before it even began.
So instead, I'd make this bitch pay—right here in the passenger seat.
"Baby, sorry... but Mommy can't give you her pussy right now. Because of you posting my face online, I have to go to the police station."
"Save it, Moon Ye-hwa. I don't want your old cunt anyway."
"Oh my, such nasty words! And stop calling me by my name! If you keep this up, Mommy's gonna—"
Squish!
I pressed down hard on her pussy, squeezing out her juices before speaking.
"—gush all over the seat, huh?"
"Heheh... Heheh... Yeah. Every time my baby—my son, who's so much younger—calls me by name, it pisses me off so much I wanna kill him... which just makes me even hornier. My pussy's throbbing♥"
I rubbed her clit, turning her dry slit into a sopping mess—then suddenly pulled my hand away.
"How did you find me?"
"Ah! Ngh... Hah... Baby, using sex as a bargaining chip is bad."
"I said, how did you find me so fast?"
I flicked my wet finger—dripping with her juices—against her swollen clit.
"Nghh! Aaahh! W-Well, we have followers everywhere. It wasn't hard. Once we activated the emergency network, your location popped right up. You're not exactly a normal person, after all."
'Just how far does this cult's reach extend?!'
Shivering inwardly, I went back to fingering First Mother.
After having Kang Da-eun—the one in charge of distributing the Cheonmyeong cult's "holy medicine"—temporarily detained for assault, Ryu Ga-hyeon called Han Ji-su out under the pretense of smoking.
Though Han Ji-su didn't smoke, she followed without complaint, delaying her off-duty time out of respect for her team leader.
Leaning against the police station rooftop railing with a cigarette in her mouth, Ryu Ga-hyeon stayed silent for a long time before suddenly speaking.
"Ji-su."
"Yes, Team Leader."
Having learned from experience that this tone meant something serious, Han Ji-su answered promptly.
"When you were talking to Lee Eun-woo earlier... your pussy was dripping, wasn't it?"
Han Ji-su's face stiffened at the sudden sexual harassment.
Even though they were the same gender, the discomfort was the same.
But she didn't get angry. Ryu Ga-hyeon was always playful and hard to read, but she wasn't the type to harass others.
She was on the side of justice—even if that sometimes meant doing brutal things.
Ryu Ga-hyeon spat out her cigarette, crushed it underfoot, then slightly opened her trench coat.
Han Ji-su's eyes widened when she saw the dark stain between Ryu Ga-hyeon's legs.
"Ahaha... I was the same. My pussy was soaked. So this... isn't normal, right? My guess was correct. There's something in that 'holy medicine.' Something modern science can't explain."
"......"
"Lee Eun-woo. The cult leader's son."
"......"
"He's special."