Chapter 4 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
Chapter 4 Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun
Zzzip—
The sound of my zipper being pulled down echoed in the small space.
My cock, which had been pressed against my pants for so long, peeked out slightly through the gap.
"Haa, haaaa, haaaaaa..."
Fourth Mother exhaled a sweet, steam-laden breath.
Then, as if intending to strip me completely after undoing my zipper, she moved her hands toward my waistband.
I looked down at her with pity—her face flushed, her hands trembling uncontrollably from sheer excitement.
I didn't usually look down on Fourth Mother like this.
She was competent as the Cult's overseas PR manager, and she knew far more about the outside world than I ever could. If anything, I was the one who relied on her entirely.
Not in a motherly way, but more like leaning on a cool, dependable older sister—someone I got along with effortlessly.
But the moment sex got involved, she turned into this.
Even though she had no experience with anyone else but me, we'd done it at least ten times already.
If I counted the times we didn't go all the way, it was probably over thirty.
And yet, she still reacted like a virgin.
"Mom."
"...Ah, ahh—why won't this—this thing come off?"
She didn't even hear me call her, too busy staring at my crotch and struggling to yank my pants down.
All she had to do was unbuckle my belt first, then pull them off. But it was like her brain had been completely hijacked by lust—she couldn't even manage that simple task properly.
"Mom."
"F-fuck. Cock! C'mon, cock, get out here!"
For the first time, something resembling contempt flickered in my gaze as I watched her.
Here I was, her son, calling out to her—yet she was crouched in front of a toilet stall, bent at the waist, eyes locked on my dick instead of my face.
It was pathetic.
"Mom!"
"Ah—what?! What do you want?!"
Only when I raised my voice did she finally look up at me.
Even as she snapped at me, her sharp canines dug into her lower lip—a habit when she was frustrated.
Her expression was fierce, but she was still beautiful.
I grabbed her hands, which were still fumbling at my waistband, and guided them to my belt buckle before continuing.
"......Who gave you the Holy Medicine? Last time, we flushed all the leftovers down the toilet together. Don't tell me you hid some? You know you'll go to jail if you get caught."
"It's not that. Mind your own business."
"What do you mean 'not that'? One look at your eyes and anyone can tell you're high."
"That's why I need to suck your dick. To take the edge off."
"Mom..."
We were in the women's restroom, so it wasn't like anyone would overhear, but I lowered my voice anyway.
The Holy Medicine—a specialty of the Cult—was something I had to be careful talking about. It was under nationwide scrutiny right now.
The detectives outside the funeral hall were probably staking the place out for it, too.
Despite its name, the Holy Medicine was neither holy nor medicinal.
In fact, it was the exact opposite—a kind of drug that turned even clergy into shameless sluts. If you didn't relieve the side effects in time, it would trigger brutal withdrawal symptoms and explosive sexual urges.
Unlike regular drugs, though, long-term use didn't rot your teeth or ruin your skin.
Instead, it slowed aging, improved complexion, and even made your natural scent more appealing—effects far stronger than any ordinary drug.
Fourth Mother had once bragged to me about how people outside the Cult were desperate to get their hands on it.
As if selling something barely distinguishable from narcotics and climbing the ranks was something to be proud of in front of her son.
"I won't tell you to stop taking it—it's part of your job in the Cult. But did you really have to do this now? With detectives swarming outside?"
"...Hey. Lee Eun-woo. You've been acting up lately. Just because you've touched my body a few times, you think our relationship's changed? Since when did you get the right to lecture me?"
Fourth Mother pulled her hands away from my pants, her voice icy.
It wasn't the kind of tone a mother should use with her son.
Nor was it the way an older sister would scold a bratty younger brother.
It was more like a bully confronting the loser who'd been their errand boy for years, only to suddenly talk back.
Honestly, the relationship between me and Fourth Mother—between Lee Eun-woo and Kang Da-eun—was closer to that of a loser and a bully than a mother and son.
So her reaction wasn't surprising.
But as always, it still hurt.
"Mom..."
Yet I still called her Mom—the woman whose virginity I'd taken with my own cock.
I didn't want to lose the bond we'd built over the years like this.
She might see me as nothing more than a convenient, good-looking dildo, but I wasn't like that.
Even after we slept together—no, because we slept together—I cherished her even more.
"Stop calling me 'Mom' like some clingy kid. Just take your dick out. ...Son."
She glared at me sharply.
I wasn't scared.
I used to be, but not anymore.
Maybe it was the lingering sense of conquest from the day I took Fourth Mother—no, Jeong Da-eun's—virginity with my cock. Whatever it was, standing my ground in front of her wasn't hard anymore.
When I met her gaze calmly instead of cowering, she was the one who faltered.
That wasn't how she usually acted around me.
In an instant, Fourth Mother lost all composure—forgetting she was supposed to be the older one—and fumbled over her words as she clung to my pants.
"F-fuck. What's it to you? I'm the one in charge of handling the Holy Medicine in the Cult. You're just the errand boy for my work. So don't get cocky. The Cult Leader might be dead, but nothing's changed. You're still my bitch. Got it, you little shit?"
I asked her in a sorrowful voice,
"Not your son?"
She didn't answer.
"Sh-shut up and just give me your dick."
Her IQ must've dropped to about 50 from the drug's influence because she ignored me and kept struggling with my pants.
I pushed her forehead back with my hand and undid my belt myself.
There was only one thing Fourth Mother had ever said to me that I agreed with—that I needed to help her work the Holy Medicine out of her system.
I planned to drain every last drop of that drug from her body with my cock before asking her again.
About this strange relationship of ours—
Not lovers, not casual flings, not even a real mother and son.
Just two people who'd known each other for years, had affection for one another, and called each other Mom and Son.
A relationship so bizarre that no normal person could ever understand it.
A perverted mother who'd get publicly shamed if anyone saw her like this, and her equally perverted son getting hard at the sight of her.
How were we supposed to move forward from here?
But for now, the priority was flushing the Holy Medicine out of her womb.
"Ahhh, ahhhhh..."
While I neatly folded my pants, Fourth Mother squirmed impatiently, her fingers twitching and legs trembling.
She looked like a puppy waiting for a treat.
And I?
I felt like the owner training a bitch in heat.
We might've been mother and son, but when it came to sex, that description wasn't wrong.
At times like this, the usual power dynamic flipped—no, it went beyond flipping.
It became owner and bitch in heat.
"Okay. You can smell it now."
I placed my folded pants on the toilet seat and flicked my fingers as a signal.
Fourth Mother immediately lunged for my cock, drool spilling from her lips as she let out a low growl.
Like an overexcited large breed dog nuzzling its owner, she rubbed her pretty face all over my shaft—no, against it.
"Sssssss, haaaa, sssssss, haaaaaa... ♥ So good, so good, so goooood ♡ This alpha scent ♡♡"
"...I showered."
"Doesn't matter. This smell doesn't wash off. You wouldn't get it—you're a man. But women know. It's that musky, primal stench only top-tier alphas give off ♡"
The sight of my usually cool, capable, and sharp-witted Fourth Mother rubbing her face against my underwear—praising the scent of my cock—was so degrading it made me question her intelligence.
But it turned me on.
The gap between her usual self and this made it even hotter.
Fourth Mother yanked my underwear down.
My cock, freed from its confinement, sprang up and smacked against the bridge of her nose.
Thwack!
"Eek!"
The impact was solid. Worried I'd hurt her, I quickly placed a hand on her shoulder.
"You okay, Mom?"
"Okay? ...Of course I'm not. This huge cock... the length, the girth—both perfect... no, better than perfect... and the color's so clean... What's with these monstrous veins? ...A son's cock, born to wreck his mother's pussy. Wow ♥"
Still gripping my wrist, Fourth Mother slid off the toilet and knelt before me.
Then, crawling on her knees across the restroom floor, she closed in on her son's erection.
The way she moved was so predatory I instinctively stepped back.
My back soon hit the stall door.
Nowhere left to run.
Fourth Mother buried her face in my cock, then reached up and wrapped her arms around my hips, pulling me in.
With the strength of a former volleyball player, she shoved me sideways.
My head bumped against the walls before I finally landed on the toilet seat.
In front of me, Fourth Mother spread her legs wide—enough to give me a full view of her pussy—and crouched down.
"First... let Mommy clean this musky scent with her tongue?"
"I told you, I showered..."
"Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhh ♥ Ssssss, haaaa, sssssss, haaaaaa ♡"
Fourth Mother kept making obscene noises as she reached down and started fingering herself.
The wet, squelching sounds filled the women's restroom.
Her juices splattered onto my black dress shoes—borrowed for the funeral.
I quickly kicked them off, not wanting the scent of her arousal to linger on them.
But then Fourth Mother, after sniffing my cock, lowered her head and started sniffing my feet instead.
Her perverted desires were on full display—nothing like the aloof image she showed other men.
The sight of her so obsessed with her son's cock was so shameful it even embarrassed me just watching.
And that made my desire surge.
A desire to punish her.
Yeah.
This was punishment.
No different from how she disciplined me as a child.
...A mother who secretly took the Holy Medicine and showed up to her husband's funeral just to sniff her son's cock and feet deserved punishment.
And to fully drain the drug from her system, I'd have to make her cum way more than she already was.
So I had no choice.
Incest... was the only way, right?
There was no other option, right?
"Hey. Kang Da-eun."
I called her by her full name—boldly, arrogantly, right to her face.
A first in my entire life.
The thrill of it sent a jolt of pleasure through me.
Fourth Mother, who'd been kneeling on the restroom floor in a daze, sniffing my cock, slowly lifted her head and looked at me.