Chapter 57 The Youngest Mother, Yun Gaeul (1)
Chapter 57 The Youngest Mother, Yun Gaeul (1)
The sound of the men's locker room door creaking open reached my ears from outside the shower stall.
After a brief hesitation, footsteps entered the locker room.
I quickly turned off the showerhead that had been pouring clean water into my mouth and made Second Mother stop her ministrations—her nipples pressed against me as she let saliva drip into my asshole.
Then I looked toward the shower door. Though frosted, the glass still faintly revealed the silhouette of whoever stood on the other side.
"Haaahhh, haaahhhh~♥"
Second Mother, her face completely melted in pleasure, had been sliding her tongue into her son's asshole, her gentle demeanor clashing with the vulgar service she was providing. She let out a distinctly feminine moan.
"Shh!"
I clamped my hand over Second Mother's mouth and hissed in a low voice.
"...Mmm?"
No longer a fanatic but still mentally unwell in a different way, Second Mother ignored me and continued lavishing kisses on my buttocks, chasing only pleasure now.
I stared at her face—once full of maternal love, now twisted with something entirely different—and felt a storm of emotions: guilt, remorse, betrayal, dominance, liberation. I couldn't even tell if what we were doing was right or wrong.
But one thing was certain: Second Mother and I could never return to the simple, affectionate mother-son relationship we once had.
We were no longer a false god and his devout follower. Not boyfriend and girlfriend. Not even mother and son.
Or perhaps... we were all of those things at once. A grotesque relationship.
Then the footsteps sounded again.
Light, airy steps—the kind that might float away in a breeze. Fragile, yet unlike Second Mother's, they carried a lively bounce that kept them from seeming sickly.
I already knew who they belonged to.
And she... was the last person I wanted to see right now.
My youngest mother, Yun Gaeul.
"Eun-woo? Eun-woo? ...Oh, son?"
Her voice reached her naked son through the thin, frosted glass.
She called me "son" despite being only two years older than me, her tone laced with the same shyness she always had—though I had long since lost any right to feel shy, given what I was currently doing with my mother's front, middle, and back entrances.
That voice reached me—the son who had harbored secret affections for his youngest mother, the campus beauty from a prestigious university, and who carried immense guilt as the child of a cult leader.
"...Wait, no! Did you collapse in the shower—?"
The shower door began to slide open with a click.
Eyes wide, I shoved Second Mother—whose tongue was still buried in my ass—away with my hips and simultaneously grabbed the door to keep it from opening further.
Before Gaeul could even finish asking "Are you okay?", I blurted out:
"I'm fine."
I held the door shut with all my strength.
"...Oh. ...Okay."
Through the narrow gap in the door, I felt Gaeul's eyes scrutinizing every inch of my face.
After what I'd just been doing with Second Mother in the steamy shower, my face was undoubtedly flushed bright red.
"...Your face looks... really red... What were you doing?"
She shifted slightly, trying—uncharacteristically for her shy self—to peek inside. I quickly pulled the door tighter.
But I couldn't shut it completely.
Doing so would only deepen her suspicions.
Gaeul was different from my other mothers.
Unlike Second Mother, who only looked young but carried herself with the air of a mature woman (making it obvious she'd had children), Gaeul genuinely was young.
And unlike Fourth Mother, Kang Da-eun—the former national volleyball player now deeply involved in distributing the cult's "Holy Medicine"—Gaeul was still an innocent civilian untouched by police investigations.
I didn't want her—a woman of the outside world, the one I had admired, the one whose familial love had twisted into something more romantic—to see me like this.
I wanted Gaeul to remain my object of admiration.
Now that Father was dead, and given that her "marriage" to him had been nothing more than a sham ceremony with no legal paperwork, I hoped she could cut ties with the cult and live freely.
But if she saw this—
"Sluuurp, sluuuurp~ Mmm, so tasty, so good~"
—Second Mother, face buried between my ass cheeks, shaking her head wildly as she feasted on me...
Or if she saw my cock twitching up and down as my prostate was massaged by the tongue inside my ass...
My object of admiration would be disillusioned, and the fanatic whose perverse secret had been exposed would try to eliminate Gaeul.
And that would be the end.
"...Um... Third Mother—no, Third Sister is looking for you."
My mind snapped back into focus at the mention of Third Mother—the one I got along with least among my mothers.
My voice came out sharper than intended, my heart pounding at the thought of being caught with Second Mother.
"Why?"
"...She said the food's getting cold and asked why you're taking so long in the shower."
"...Ah. I'll be out soon."
"Okay."
Gaeul seemed startled by my tone. Seeing my flushed face and heaving chest, she might have suspected something... but her timid nature kept her from probing further.
Just as I started to relax—
"Squish. Squelch. Mmm~ So good~"
Second Mother's tongue, which had been writhing inside my ass, suddenly curled and pressed hard against my prostate—with a strength unbelievable for someone so frail.
"Hnngk!"
A strangled noise escaped me. Gaeul, who had been walking away, immediately turned back.
Second Mother's tongue, still buried deep in my ass, began ruthlessly assaulting my insides—just as I had mercilessly fucked her ass earlier, despite it being her first time.
And my youngest "sister" was right outside the door.
"Ghh—!"
I clapped both hands over my mouth.
But the pathetic moan that escaped was something even Fourth Mother—with her loose pussy—would have been ashamed of.
"Eun-woo? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
Of course Gaeul had heard. She hurried back, her voice laced with concern.
I forced a smile.
"I-I'm fine."
"You don't look fine at all—"
"I said I'm fine!"
Gaeul flinched at my shout, stepping back.
I felt guilty for hurting her, but escaping this situation took priority.
Before she could approach again, I quickly turned around.
Second Mother's tongue slid out of my ass with a lewd, stringy trail of saliva.
As I turned, she immediately lunged for my cock instead—only for me to stop her with a finger to her forehead.
She must have been bewitched by my inexplicable power over her.
I needed to snap her out of it by saying her name...
"...Mom?"
But no.
Lee Eun-bi—my Second Mother, the gentle and kind woman who had been the ideal "mother" when not lost in fanaticism—was now staring past me at Gaeul with eyes full of jealousy, her pupils sharp with focus rather than lust-drunk.
"Son?"
"Son?"
When both mothers called me at once, my cock—already at a 70-degree angle—jerked upright hard enough to slap my lower stomach.
At the same time, cum erupted from my tip, splattering across Second Mother's face.
Some of it even shot through the shower door gap, landing on the locker room floor where Gaeul stood.
As I stared at the long, straight line of cum stretching toward the locker room door, my left eye took in Gaeul's face—her gaze locked on my heaving form.
My right eye caught Second Mother's face—once so doting on her "younger sister," now glaring at Gaeul like she was an enemy before turning to me with an obsequious smile.
Between these two women—neither of whom looked like they could possibly have a son—my cock was already stiff again, as if I hadn't just cum moments ago.