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🕑 Added 2025-03-13 02:12:09 +0000 UTCChapter 16: What Happened to Mom at Work? (Modified)
"Ugh, shit..."
Suddenly witnessing such an embarrassing sight, I felt shocked and disgusted.
"Mom! Mom, wake up"
"Ugh..."
"..."
Of course, Mom was too drunk to properly regain consciousness. I wiped her mouth and helped her lie down in the room.
'What should I do now?'
I suddenly thought it wouldn't be good for her to sleep in the clothes she wore outside.
"Mom, Mom? Change your clothes before sleeping"
"..."
As I caught my breath in front of Mom who wasn't responding even when shaken, I felt a strange tension building.
"...I should help her change. That's only natural"
Though no one was listening (my sister seems to be staying out again tonight), I looked around and spoke as if making excuses as I slowly unbuttoned Mom's blouse. I hesitated, knowing it would look strange to anyone, but I couldn't let her sleep like this, right?
But as I undressed Mom...
"...Shit"
She wasn't wearing a bra - she definitely had one on before work - and Mom's bare breasts were fully exposed. I clearly shouldn't cross this line further. But with trembling hands, I kept unbuttoning, thinking "what if..."
"...Gulp"
My mouth was suddenly dry. Maybe from dizziness, my vision seemed to be swaying too. My heart was racing and my stomach clenched painfully as my sympathetic nervous system activated.
After unbuttoning Mom's top... I hesitated for 5 more minutes before finally carefully pulling it open to remove it. But...
"Ah..."
Mom's body had already been claimed by another man, not Dad. It was left in the form of writing.
Mom's white body, especially around her lower abdomen, had words written on it.
Whore Sex Slave -
And below that, a crudely drawn ❤ symbol was half-hidden by her skirt.
"..."
Whirr-
My mind went blank for a moment. I had never imagined I would see something like this. Seeing graffiti drawn like a toy by another man - not even Dad - on my own mother's naked body... how could I have ever imagined such a thing?
Disgusted. Aroused. Angry. Rather than such clear emotions, an indescribable feeling swirled in me.
"Haa... haa..."
Suddenly hyperventilating, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again. And for some reason... I grabbed Mom's skirt and lifted it slightly.
"..."
I couldn't see properly from behind earlier, but Mom's stockings were torn in the crotch area. It looked like someone had deliberately cut them with scissors. Thanks to that, I could see sticky white fluid half-dried all around Mom's crotch through the hole.
Feeling nauseous, I didn't want to see any more of this. I buttoned Mom's blouse back up, lowered her skirt, and covered her with a blanket.
Ah...
It's going to be a long night.
I ended up staying awake all night, only able to fall asleep at dawn. After sleeping for a while, I woke up and it was already 1 PM.
Of course it's not a school day since it's Saturday, but I was shocked to wake up so late for the first time in my life and quickly got up.
"Son. Are you up?"
"Huh? Mom..."
"What's wrong? Did something happen? You don't look good."
Mom approached me worriedly, probably seeing my gloomy expression as I got up.
"Ah, no. I'm fine..."
"This kid"
Since it's not a work day, Mom was also dressed casually. A loose box tee with white girdle underneath.
But maybe because of the shocking sight I saw yesterday...
I kept finding my gaze drawn to between Mom's legs.
"..."
I had thought about it countless times last night too... but it seemed Mom had definitely slept with that Kwak Young-cheol guy. There was overwhelming evidence.
Since getting "hired", Mom had never come home on time after work, always making excuses about company dinners or something.
And Chanel and Dior luxury items that could never be bought on an accountant's salary were accumulating in the house... above all, even enrolling me in a 1 million won per month academy was beyond normal spending.
It's strange even to my young eyes. Where did all that money come from?
But judging by the writing I saw on her body yesterday... it didn't seem like even a normal affair.
So what kind of relationship could it be?
"Mom, are you not going to visit Dad?"
"What? Suddenly?"
"Just... it's been a while since he went in"
"...Leave it. He went in because he was stupid"
As expected, Mom... is her relationship with Dad ending?
Is that Kwak Young-cheol guy... possibly becoming my new dad?
"By the way, about Young-cheol ajussi yesterday"
"Hm? What about Young-cheol oppa?"
"No... it seems like you've been drinking often lately..."
"So what?"
Mom's reaction seemed clearly defensive. A slightly rushed tone compared to usual. It was the kind of reaction of not wanting this topic to come up. Is she feeling guilty about something herself?
"Ah, no... just..."
"..."
I don't know. It's true that Mom and Dad are about 100,000 light years away from an ideal couple, but still, Mom has been Mom and Dad has been Dad since I was born. It was strange just imagining that Kwak Young-cheol guy taking Dad's place.
That's when Mom, who seemed to be pondering my question, came and sat in front of me.
"Oh Hyeon-seong. Since it came up, we'll probably be moving soon"
"...Huh? Moving? Suddenly? Wait, with what money...?"
"Yeah. We suffered during the flood too, right? We should at least get out of this semi-basement... But, don't think weird things and listen. Young-cheol oppa said he'd help us move"
"...Why would that ajussi do that?"
"Um... maybe out of responsibility towards Dad...? Hehe. Anyway, good things are good. And it's not that expensive a place, you know that officetel near your academy at the intersection? We're moving there. A two-room officetel. Isn't that good?"
Well, it would be better than this semi-basement studio as long as it's not a goshiwon. But I couldn't be purely happy. Moving out of the blue like this. And why is that complete stranger of an ajussi paying for us to move?
Excluding the unbelievable lie that he's supporting us out of responsibility towards Dad... what could be the reason for spending his own money to move us?
"That's... good"
"Right? I'm telling you, that oppa really has loyalty. Make sure you greet him properly when you see him too, Hyeon-seong. Okay?"
"..."
"Why are you making that face again. Should Mom order something delicious?"
"It's fine. You think I'm like this because of food?"
Sigh... at times like this, Mom seems more like the child and I feel like the parent.
Of course, the move didn't happen just like that, and we ended up moving about two weeks later.
We had so few belongings that there was hardly anything to take with us.
"I'm so excited. Right, oppa?"
"Yeah, yeah"
"What's with that expression? I'm so happy to be out of that annoying semi-basement. Ugh... how can there be centipedes in a house in Seoul?"
My sister Kang Mi-hyun, who knew nothing - well, she never came home before midnight - spoke excitedly, but I kept a sullen expression.
"You kids are fighting again. Just hurry up and get in the elevator"
Edgarium Officetel. The place we're moving into, away from the rundown residential area we lived in. As expected of an officetel, it's in a good location near the subway with lots of entertainment and convenience facilities nearby.
It's 30 stories tall and we're on the 29th floor. Almost the top floor. The elevator ride took quite a while. As we entered the new place
"Wow! This is crazy!"
The immature Mi-hyun exclaimed in delight as soon as we entered. Even I, who had been sulking, opened my mouth slightly for a moment.
From the cramped 6-pyeong studio where our family lived squeezed together to a 13-pyeong two-room. The perceived space was at least 3 times larger. There was even a small living room with a sofa and flat screen TV, two small bedrooms. The bathroom was also extremely clean.
From the white-toned wallpaper giving a somewhat luxurious feel to the marble tiles in the kitchen.
Of course, middle-class people living in 25 or 30-pyeong apartments would say we're getting excited over just this much. But unless you've lived in a dark semi-basement room without air conditioning as a family of 4, you can't understand.
Plus, the feeling of seeing the city below instead of smokers' feet when opening the window was special too. I could understand why rich people like penthouses.
Above all... how much could the rent here be? 13-pyeong in a good location...
As we finished unpacking in admiration of the new place - there wasn't much to do since all the essential furniture was already provided - Mom called us over excitedly.
"Kids! Young-cheol ajussi is coming soon so make sure to say thank you properly. Got it?"
As Mom said, after we finished unpacking and cleaning, Kwak Young-cheol arrived.
Mom had us line up at the entrance to greet him as if we were facing Kim Jong-un of North Korea.
"Now. Greet him and say thank you"
"...Thank you..."
"Thank you!"
Unlike Mi-hyun who cheerfully greeted him, I still couldn't shake off my uneasiness.
"Hahaha. No need to thank me. I'm just paying the rent"
"No... that's a lot of money"
Mom and Kwak Young-cheol seemed excessively friendly.
Ah...
The intimacy of people who have thoroughly mixed their flesh. Only then did I realize why I felt so uncomfortable.
Remember the Oedipus complex I mentioned at the very beginning?
When I was young, I think I unconsciously felt competitive towards Dad over Mom. I even ran to my parents while they were having intense sex.
Still, it was natural for Dad to have Mom. I had no reason to be dissatisfied with this natural family structure.
But while Dad is in prison...
Some thug-like ajussi I don't even know is grabbing Mom's waist in front of us like that...
Acting like they're a married couple, like he's our new dad - it's unbearably unpleasant.
If the person who's going to sleep entangled with Mom, have sex with her, eat meals together, and earn money for her isn't going to be Dad... rather than a guy like that, I'd rather...
