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🕑 Added 2025-05-24 19:36:22 +0000 UTCEP. 92: Side Story - Mother Kang Ji-hye - 2
After the car carrying my daughter Hanna disappeared from sight, I stood frozen for a while, staring blankly at the gate.
I soon regained my senses and rushed into the bedroom. I pulled out a box hidden under the bed and locked the door.
As I opened the box, I was shocked to find that all the embarrassing photos of myself were gone. I felt like I'd lost my breath, and my body weakened, causing me to collapse onto the floor.
While raising my children, I hadn't had many opportunities to enjoy outdoor exposure, so I had taken photos to fantasize about and masturbate. These were taken in places like public restrooms, near kindergartens, and on stairs in busy buildings, where being discovered would have caused problems.
I had collected these photos since my 20s and kept them because they were too precious to discard. However, the places and poses I chose were now a source of regret.
The fact that someone had seen all my shameful acts was mortifying, and it was even more shocking that those people were my son Han-yeong's friends.
Inside the box, there was a phone with a post-it note next to it. The note had an address written on it, and the phone seemed to be the one my daughter used.
I turned on the phone and saw a photo of Hanna naked, with her legs spread and hands behind her head. The sight of my daughter in such a state made me tremble with emotion.
As I touched the screen, it unlocked, showing Hanna smiling with her legs spread, wearing only a thong. The image reminded me of myself in my 20s, and I felt guilty and sorry for her.
I checked the phone further and found that all apps except for one social media app had been deleted. The background image was a photo of Hanna, which made my heart ache.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself for the worst, and opened the social media app. The account was logged in under the nickname 'Bastard,' with no posts. However, when I checked the followers, I saw an account that seemed to belong to my daughter Hanna.
Indeed, it was Hanna's account. Her profile introduction, which included her school and real name, stated that she had given up being human and lived as a pet toy. This was heartbreaking and felt detached from reality.
As a mother, I felt guilty for not raising her properly and was curious about how she had become like this. I couldn't put the phone down and started scrolling through her posts.
The first post showed her ID and student card without any censorship, along with explicit photos revealing her breasts and genitals. There were also videos where she declared giving up her human rights and was subjected to cruel treatment.
The videos included laughter and mocking from people she referred to as her masters. These must have been the men I met earlier.
They completely disregarded human dignity and didn't hesitate to damage her body. Hanna's appearance, with illegal surgeries and permanent tattoos, was more destructive than typical SM play.
As I watched the videos, I found myself imagining myself in Hanna's place, which was a disturbing realization.
After viewing all the posts, I stood up in shock.
"What's wrong with me?! I'm a mother who masturbates to her daughter's ruined state!"
I realized I had unconsciously touched my clitoris while watching the videos.
My face was hot, and I fanned myself with my hand, thinking:
Certainly, as a mother, I couldn't leave Hanna in this state. However, my son Han-yeong was involved, and involving the police might backfire.
I couldn't tell my husband, who was busy with his business, about this situation.
I had to handle it alone. What bothered me was that I hadn't even scolded those men properly earlier.
I regretted not resisting and just watching my daughter leave.
The only way to retrieve my stolen photos was to seek help from someone, but that seemed impossible.
The address on the post-it note came to mind, and I decided to visit it, hoping to meet those men again.
Before leaving, I checked the clock and saw it was already 5 PM.
Feeling guilty for wasting time on social media, I hastened my steps.
At 5:50 PM, I arrived at a dilapidated villa. The basement was damp and unpleasant.
As I descended the stairs, I confirmed the address and felt my heart racing.
"I must not be led by their tempo this time."
I knocked on the door, and Jung-su answered.
"What do you want? I thought you'd come tomorrow."
"Where is Hanna? Bring her out now!"
I tried to assert myself, but my voice trembled.
"She's not here. Come back later."
I was taken aback by his casual response and tried to stop him from closing the door.
"What do you mean? You took her and now you don't know where she is? I'll find her myself."
"Go ahead and look."
"Can we at least talk? Please come out..."
"I don't want to."
"Then tell me where Hanna is."
"She left as soon as she arrived. I don't know."
"You took her and now you don't know? Let me in to talk at least."
"This place doesn't allow just anyone, especially masochistic women like you."
I felt my face flush with anger and embarrassment at being called a masochist again.
Jung-su's expression was emotionless, and his attitude was nonchalant, making me shrink back.
"How can I get in, then?"
"Take off all your clothes, including your underwear."
Thud-
The door closed, and I was left standing there, unsure of what to do.
"Take off my clothes? Here? What nonsense! I won't do that!"
I stood there for a while, unable to decide what to do.
However, I knew I had to confirm if Hanna was really not inside and try to negotiate with those men.
I also needed to retrieve my stolen photos, but seeking help from others was impossible.
Doing as they said seemed to be the best option for now.
I returned to the entrance, knowing it was foolish but necessary.
I checked for any onlookers and quickly undressed, feeling a chill run down my spine with each layer removed.
The realization that I was undressing at someone's command strongly stimulated my masochistic tendencies.
The situation was terrifying, as anyone could see me from the stairs.
Once I was completely naked, I knocked on the door again, feeling anxious and cold on the concrete floor.
