Chapter 65 A Private Escape (2)
Chapter 65 A Private Escape (2)
Before I could even respond, Fourth Mother stepped into the shower.
My gaze naturally followed her as she moved inside.
It was strange enough that the bed was disproportionately large for such a small room, but the attached shower area—the only other space—looked even more lavishly equipped than the cramped bedroom itself.
I was already 100% certain, but now I became even more convinced about the purpose of this room and her intentions for bringing me here.
Yet I wasn't newly disappointed in Fourth Mother.
The problem lay with me.
I was the one who had seduced her—an innocent and pure woman. It wasn't that Fourth Mother was some lascivious temptress.
I glanced at the door, which had automatically locked behind me the moment I entered.
Right now, I could still open it and run.
And maybe I should.
Disappearing completely from her life might be the best thing I could do for her.
But I didn't. Not because I wanted to go through with this—absolutely not.
Well, okay, I did want to.
Even just walking beside her earlier had drawn stares from everyone around us—Fourth Mother was that stunning.
And though she was called "Mother," the age gap between us was negligible, so I didn't feel the same guilt I did with the other mothers.
But the reason I hesitated, then cautiously stepped inside and sat on the plush bed, staring at the shower, wasn't lust.
It was admiration. And... excitement.
Not quite love yet, but something that could easily grow into it.
A feeling I'd suppressed all this time because I was the son of a cult leader.
And now, alone with her in this dimly lit room, it all came rushing out at once.
Ssshhh— The sound of running water told me Fourth Mother was showering.
Naturally, my imagination conjured up images of her under the spray.
My cock, which I'd sworn would never rise again today after all the times I'd come, twitched weakly.
It didn't fully harden, lingering in a half-stiff state.
Fatigue weighed on me as the tension drained away, and the aborted erection only made me more exhausted.
Honestly, how many rounds of rough sex had I gone through today?
Normally, just handling Fourth Mother alone would've left me sleeping in for hours the next day. But this time, I'd also tangled with First Mother and Second Mother...
I lay back on the bed.
"Ugh... I can't fall asleep."
My emotions had surged, leading me inside instead of just leaving, but I knew I couldn't let myself drift off.
I had to sort out my feelings and leave before Fourth Mother finished showering.
Maybe I could even rummage through her things for some cash on the way out.
Not that I was desperate enough to steal—but more than that, I figured if I stooped to taking her money, it might kill whatever affection she had for me.
"Gotta get up..."
But once I sank into the plush mattress, getting up felt impossible.
Between the lack of sleep and spending the whole day fucking—three insatiable women at that—my body was running on fumes.
Ssshhh— The water suddenly cut off.
Soon after, I heard the sound of Fourth Mother drying herself with a towel.
Still lying there dazed, I finally snapped alert as a sense of urgency hit me.
Without thinking, I threw off the covers and pushed myself up. My legs, dulled by exhaustion, barely supported me as I stood.
"...Eun-woo?"
The moment I did, Fourth Mother stepped out of the shower, and our eyes met.
Her naked body, wrapped only in a towel—the kind of vision every man who'd ever seen her must have fantasized about.
"...Where are you going?"
She spoke as she watched me sway on my feet, grabbing the jacket I'd tossed on the floor.
I didn't answer, just slipped it on and headed for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!" she demanded.
I ignored her, reaching for the front door. Late as it was, I was determined to leave now.
Fourth Mother sprinted toward me, wet hair dripping, and threw her arms around my waist.
The towel around her loosened.
Startled, she grabbed at it as it slipped—
Then deliberately let it drop, baring herself completely before me.
She lifted her chin, as if daring me to look away.
"A woman strips naked for you in broad daylight, showers for you... and you're just going to walk out? Without even touching me? Am I... not even worth using and discarding? You do like me, don't you? Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
When I still showed no sign of staying, she—a woman men would grovel to for the slightest favor—dropped to her knees before me, humiliated.
"Don't go... Don't leave me alone in this room."
Then Fourth Mother, who'd never bragged but was clearly the campus goddess every guy chased, bared herself to me alone, swallowing her shame as she begged for my affection.
And I... instead of pushing the door open, pulled it shut.
If she'd come at me like First Mother—openly demanding to be fucked—or like Fourth Mother, grabbing me violently... I could've shoved her aside and left.
But I never expected her to bare her heart like this.
"Put some clothes on."
"No. ...Is that all?"
"?"
"My... my body isn't attractive, is it? Of course not. Da-eun unnie was a volleyball player—taller than me, bigger chest, bigger ass... Compared to her, I'm still like a child..."
I gently stroked Fourth Mother's head as she spiraled into self-deprecation.
Not the kind of gesture you'd expect toward someone older, but after my experiences with the mothers, handling women came more naturally now.
"No, you're beautiful."
"Don't lie... Then why won't you take me?"
I bent down, picked up the towel she'd dropped, and wrapped it around her.
"Because Gaeul noona isn't just some meal."
"Stop playing word games!"
Gaeul noona shrieked in frustration, but I didn't mind.
Honestly, her unusually bold move to drag me here was probably influenced by my powers anyway.
"What I mean is, I want to cherish you. Not just use and discard you... I want to love you properly. That's why I'm covering you up now."
Fighting exhaustion, I slid my hands under Gaeul noona's arms and lifted her effortlessly.
The height difference, combined with my strength, left her dangling in surprise.
Carrying her back into the room, I took her to the shower.
This time, I knelt before her naked form, grabbed the showerhead, and rinsed the dust from her knees and feet.
Her smooth, bare pussy was right in front of my face, and my cock stiffened completely—but I held back.
Using my powers to seduce women and fuck them as I pleased... I never wanted to do that again.
Second Mother had shown me exactly where that path led.
It was far too late, but I wanted to cherish Gaeul noona properly.
Even if it was just for this one night before we inevitably parted tomorrow.
"Really... you won't do it?"
Gaeul noona gulped, eyeing the bulge in my pants.
I shook my head. Resisting desire with her naked before me wasn't easy, but I didn't want to.
Not when she'd fallen so deeply under my influence that she'd brought me here against her nature.
Not when she'd bared everything to stop me from leaving—a vulnerability I refused to exploit by shoving my cock inside her.
After all the depraved incest I'd committed with the mothers, playing chaste now was laughable. But I couldn't start my escape by repeating those sins.
Battling fatigue, I sat beside Gaeul noona on the bed and talked.
Having grown up in the cult, we had little in common to discuss.
We couldn't exactly bond over Holy Medicine sales tactics or the cult's insane doctrines.
Yet holding her hand and chatting about nothing felt inexplicably joyful.
It had only been a day since my absurdly easy escape from the cult.
I had no money, and my future was uncertain—but somehow, hope swelled in my chest.
Then thoughts of the family I'd abandoned dragged me back into gloom—until Gaeul noona rested her head on my shoulder, her presence melting the sadness away.
Eun-woo lay down to rest, asking me to wake him in an hour. For the first time, I ignored his request.
In the dark, with only his steady breathing for company, I held his hand and gazed at his face for what felt like forever.
After softly calling his name a few times to confirm he was deep asleep—
I carefully reached for his pants. Not because sudden lust had overtaken me like during our walk earlier.
The urge had settled after our long talk.
Well, settled—not vanished.
But this wasn't impulse. It was deliberate.
"Hhh..."
My heart pounded as I slowly tugged his pants down.
"Huh?!"
The thick shape straining against his underwear startled me.
I'd caught glimpses before—not intentionally, but enough to guess his size.
But this...?
"Hey, why is it so big? Are all men like this?"
I whispered to the sleeping Eun-woo.
A question I could only ask because he was asleep. Even with my lack of experience, I knew the answer.
After a brief hesitation, I shifted closer, resting my head on his shoulder.
A happiness I'd never known before filled the emptiness inside me.
The affection I'd always lacked rushed in, overflowing until—
Something wet trickled out of me too.
"Sss... Haaa."
Burying my nose in his neck, inhaling his scent, I felt a little perverted—but just like when I'd boldly propositioned him earlier, I couldn't hold back.
For a long time, I listened to his breathing, drank in his smell, and stroked his... cock through the fabric.
Then, slowly, I slid down his body.
His cock brushed my cheek. Only a thin layer of fabric separated it from me—I couldn't take it anymore.
I'd planned to be careful, to savor his scent first, but in the end, I yanked his underwear down roughly, not caring if he woke.
"Wha— Wow..."
What emerged was perfect—size, shape, color—an ideal man's cock.
Tears of love and longing spilled from my eyes.
"This is cheating..."
With a face and body like his, shouldn't his cock be smaller to balance things out?
Instead, it was the most tempting part of him.
Any woman with a sex drive would throw herself at a man like this, even if she hated him.
And this cock belonged to the man I loved.
So—
"Aaah."
I couldn't resist any longer. I took it into my mouth.
Truthfully, this was what I'd dreamed of since the moment we first met, since our eyes first locked.
A shy personality? All an act.
Well, I was naturally timid—but faced with my son's cock, shyness wasn't an option. I'd lose him to other women if I hesitated.