Chapter 42 Second Mother, Lee Eun-bi
Chapter 42 Second Mother, Lee Eun-bi
I returned to the funeral home after parting ways with my first mother.
The sun was slowly rising, but it was still far too early for my mothers to wake up.
So, what I needed to do next was clear.
'Quietly slip back into the funeral home without making a sound, steal money from my fourth mother's wallet, and run away.'
And then... and then... I would have to disappear. Forever. Away from my family.
My older sister and younger sister would be deeply hurt by my actions—abruptly severing our family ties without even a proper goodbye.
They hated the cult leader just as much as I did. They had trusted me so completely that they had smiled brightly and told me to buy them gifts from the outside world when I left for our father's funeral—the funeral that couldn't be held at the cult's holy grounds because of the police and reporters.
They had acted as if I wasn't going to my father's funeral, but rather on some overseas trip from which I would return.
But then, the older sister's younger brother, the younger sister's oppa, would suddenly vanish without a trace.
Without any warning—just gone.
The Cheonmyeong Cult called their holy grounds sacred, but in reality, it was an isolated island, cut off from the world.
And I would be abandoning my sisters there—leaving them trapped on that island, surrounded by fanatics devoted to a pseudo-religion...
But I wasn't abandoning them just so I could live well on my own.
No, it was the opposite.
I was abandoning them to protect them.
The mothers who were obsessively fixated on me.
But the bigger problem wasn't them—it was me.
My fourth mother, who had been violent enough to lose her position as a national volleyball player after her school bullying was exposed.
And yet, I was the one who had mercilessly spanked her until she cried out, continuing the punishment without pause.
My first mother, whose cunning nature made her blackmail even her own family—who likely held enough dirt on this country's powerful figures to make them shudder.
And yet, I was the one who had taken a photo of her leaving and posted it on the Incest Gallery.
A son more violent than the violent mother, more sinister than the sinister mother.
That was me.
And then, there were the strange reactions women had toward me.
Of course, I already knew I was handsome—my sisters had told me that often enough.
But what had been happening to me these past few days went far beyond that. Even someone like me, raised in the cult and lacking common knowledge of the outside world, could tell.
My second mother always preached about how sexually depraved outsiders were, but even so, the reactions I was getting couldn't possibly be normal—not even by those standards.
The users of the Incest Gallery were perverts who hid nothing about their desires online, but in real society, they probably lived relatively normal lives.
'Did some of the Holy Medicine powder get on my clothes when I helped Fourth Mother?'
No, I had showered several times since then and changed clothes just as often.
......I was the cause.
I didn't know if it was a side effect of the human experiments I underwent as a child, but the mysterious power dwelling inside me—that was the problem.
And if I couldn't control it, if I ended up doing to my older sister Moon Ji-yeon and younger sister Kang Hae-yeon what I had done to my first and fourth mothers...?
My sisters would probably accept me.
They would comfort me with their own bodies—until I calmed down, until my rock-hard erection finally softened.
Because they loved their younger brother and oppa as family—just as much as I loved them, maybe even more.
But.
"Haa... Ughh!"
I stopped in my tracks just outside the funeral home.
Because I had imagined it.
Their snow-white naked bodies—bodies that wouldn't refuse my filthy desires, that would commit the sin of incest with me.
My older sister's voluptuous breasts and my younger sister's innocent pussy.
Though she resembled her biological mother, Moon Ye-hwa, and had grown just as busty, my older sister's breasts weren't yet as ripe—still firm despite their size, likely to stay that way for the next decade.
Unlike her older sister Kang Da-eun, my younger sister had a frail constitution, but she was just as beautiful—and because of her weak body, she hadn't fully matured even as an adult, her pussy still completely bare———
The man who was Moon Ji-yeon's younger brother and Kang Hae-yeon's oppa—the family member they trusted and relied on—was now hardening with desire for them.
The guilt of incest twisted into pleasure.
Even though I had already done so much with my fourth and first mothers today, my cock stood stiff as if I hadn't ejacrated once in a year of abstinence.
It was harder and bigger than ever, straining against my pants so much they threatened to tear.
And then, the guilt and anxiety I had been piling up—from committing incest with my two mothers—burst out all at once.
"Ugh... Uweeeek!"
I barely managed to keep myself from collapsing by leaning against a nearby tree.
"I have to disappear."
After spitting out the clear saliva, I gasped for breath and steeled myself.
To protect my family, I had to leave them.
I couldn't destroy the family I cherished so much with my own cock.
Staggering, I returned to the funeral home.
I realized—no, I admitted—that I had harbored these desires for my sisters for a long time.
In all the countless memories we shared together, my gaze had always lingered on my older sister's not-yet-full breasts and the gap between my younger sister's carelessly spread legs...
'And yet, I mocked the Incest Gallery users as perverts? You fucking psycho. ...You fucking psycho!'
I stopped again just before the funeral home door.
"F-fuck... My erection... won't go down..."
No matter how much cold wind I breathed in, my cock refused to die.
It seemed I'd have to start masturbating again—something I hadn't done since my last time with my fourth mother.
Forcing out my cum would probably calm me down.
Either way, if I didn't escape today, I might not get another chance for the next ten years. I couldn't afford to wait any longer.
Carefully, silently, I opened the door and slipped inside the funeral home.
The first thing that greeted me was a sweet, cloying scent—completely at odds with the solemn atmosphere of a funeral home.
Had the staff, who had fled after realizing we were a cult, returned?
No. That didn't seem to be the case.
The funeral home, struggling enough to rent space to a pseudo-religious group like ours, wouldn't have been able to prepare food that smelled this delicious.
Which meant—
"You've returned."
I turned toward the voice.
There stood my second mother, wearing an apron—a strangely domestic sight for someone so deeply entrenched in fanaticism.
She must have been waiting for me in this cold hallway ever since finishing cooking.
Just to see my face ten seconds sooner.
My guess seemed correct.
Of my three remaining mothers in the funeral home, the one least likely to cook was ironically the best at it.
Noticing my wary gaze, Second Mother smiled.
Unlike the seductive smiles of my first mother or the violently possessive grins of my fourth mother, hers was simply warm.
She smiled at me with the face of a mother overflowing with maternal love—the very thing I had always longed for from them.
Of course, I wasn't fooled.
I knew that before becoming obsessed with interpreting doctrine, Second Mother had been a missionary—one who ventured outside the cult to recruit new believers.
'The best of them, too. Even now, retired, she still holds the record for the most conversions—the greatest missionary in the cult's history.'
"Why are you out here in the cold? Afraid I'd run away again? Go back inside. I'll follow right after."
I answered curtly.
Like a spoiled son who had grown up without proper discipline, speaking to his overly gentle mother.
But the truth was different.
I hadn't just lacked discipline—I had been raised under Second Mother's guidance, subjected to human experiments.
"Yes. I will do as you command, Heavenly Envoy."
Second Mother clasped her hands over her lower abdomen and bowed deeply.
Like the staff of a luxury hotel treating a guest like royalty—no, even more than that.
To Second Mother, I wasn't just royalty—I was the incarnation of a god.
So, ever since I was five, she had treated me—her own son—like this.
Of course, that didn't stop her from forcing me to study cult scriptures and undergo human experiments.
I looked down at Second Mother, who still hadn't straightened up without my permission.
Her deep bow had caused her apron and T-shirt to slip down, revealing the cleavage of her breasts.
Not as large as my first mother's, but still sizable. And perhaps because she rarely saw sunlight, her skin was incredibly pale—so white it looked almost translucent, like perfectly kneaded white rice cake.
Her earlier words to me had undoubtedly been sincere.
I will do as you command.
Of course she would.
My second mother, Lee Eun-bi, had sincerely believed since I was five that I was the incarnation of the Heavenly Envoy.
She was the one who had taught me—a child—secrets only the cult leader should have known, who had indoctrinated me with the insane doctrines of this pseudo-religion.
So if I ordered her right now—to strip naked and dance while pleasuring herself—
'This fanatical bitch... ...My mother would obey without a shred of doubt. With that same gentle smile.'
I stared at Second Mother's cleavage and slowly parted my lips.