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🕑 Added 2025-01-17 02:20:54 +0000 UTCChapter 3: It's Okay Because We're Family
The thought of seeing my family after so long made my steps feel heavy. I was the one who had shut myself away for over a year, making them worry. Just thinking about it made my heart race, but I was also curious how my family had changed in this bizarre new world. Had they transformed like my mother? Or were they still sane like me? With a trembling heart, I pressed the doorbell.
Ding dong~
"Yes, I'm coming out now."
My mother's familiar voice responded to the doorbell. Soon after, I heard hurried footsteps approaching. The door swung open and my mother appeared.
"Jinwoo?"
"I-I'm home."
Her appearance was hard to believe for someone in her late 40s. Like a famous actress who once dominated her era, she maintained the looks of a 20-something despite nearing 50. Even as the world changed, my mother's beauty hadn't faded. If anything, she seemed to have grown even younger.
"Is it really you, Jinwoo? But why are you outside?"
My bewildered mother looked me up and down. I suppose it's natural to be surprised when your son, who had been shut in for over a year, suddenly appears outside. I awkwardly scratched my head as I replied.
"I just went to the hospital for a bit."
"The hospital? Are you sick somewhere?"
"No, it's not that..."
I went to the hospital because my erection wouldn't go down... How could I possibly say that to my mother? Even in this strange world, I couldn't bring myself to say such a thing.
"It's nothing, I must have been mistaken. The hospital said there was nothing wrong."
"Really? That's a relief then."
"Yeah."
It felt like we were having a normal conversation for the first time today. Yes, this is how conversations should be. Not suddenly sucking my dick under the guise of an examination, or offering to lend me a pu$$y to relieve sexual urges. My mother let out a sigh of relief at hearing there was nothing wrong, placing a hand on her chest as she did so.
In that moment, something felt off.
'Were Mother's breasts always this big?'
Along with her looks, my mother's curvy figure had always been the envy of her peers. But surely not to this extent. In my memory, they were about the size of oranges. But now they seemed even bigger than melons. They were slightly larger than the female doctor I had met earlier today.
'Come to think of it, all the women I've met had huge breasts.'
Were there always this many women with large breasts in our country? And not just large - they were sizes you'd only see in manga. Could this be related to why my penis is constantly erect? The more I learn about this changed world, the more questions I have.
"You haven't had dinner yet, right?"
"No, not yet."
"Perfect timing then. We were just about to have dinner together."
My heart sank at the words "together." That meant my father and siste.r would be there too. Mother was fine - she was the only one in the family who treated me kindly and was my pillar of support. But my father and siste.r were still uncomfortable presences.
"Um... should I just eat in my room?"
"..."
My mother's expression became complicated as she tried to hold back her desire for us all to eat together, not wanting to pressure me. Seeing her conflicted face, I shook my head.
"No, let's eat together. It's been a while."
"R-really?"
"Yes."
That's right. I've made Mother suffer for over a year now. It's about time I started making it up to her. Even if it's just having a meal together, if that's what she wants, I should do it.
"Then I'll go in first and get things ready."
"Pfft!"
"Huh?"
The warm atmosphere shattered in an instant.
She wasn't wearing anything. Not a single thread of clothing except for an apron. In other words, my mother was now in a naked apron state. To think I'd see my mother in a naked apron at this age. I coughed in surprise at the unexpected sight.
"Cough! What on earth are you wearing?"
"Hmm? Is there something strange?"
My mother looked genuinely confused, examining her body all over. I thought she was fine after our normal conversation earlier, but it seems my mother has changed a lot like the others. If that's the case, have Father and siste.r changed too? With these complicated thoughts swirling in my head, I asked:
"Do you really think that outfit is normal?"
"Of course. This makes it easier to receive dick. Here, like this."
My mother stuck out her butt and spread her pu$$y wide. A vivid pink flesh that was hard to believe had given birth to me and my siste.r was exposed. My head spun at the sight of my mother's private parts for the first time.
"Oh, do you want to use Mommy's pu$$y before dinner?"
"......No. Let's just hurry up and eat."
My sanity drains further with each conversation I have with my mother.
Rather than continue talking, I decided it would be better to go meet Father and siste.r. More than anything, I wanted to see how those two had changed in this bizarre world. Had they transformed like Mother? Or were they still maintaining their sanity like me?
"You're here."
"Yes."
As soon as I entered the kitchen, my father spoke first. Even though the world had changed, he was still the same blunt father as always, which was oddly reassuring. To think there would come a day when I'd feel relieved by my father's attitude. Even I found it ironic.
'His clothes are normal too.'
Unlike the women who wore vulgar outfits as if it were natural, my father was dressed in an ordinary suit. But it's still too early to feel relieved. My father was originally very conservative. He even made a fuss when my siste.r wanted to get her ears pierced. Yet he's fine with my mother walking around in just an apron? I can say this with certainty - my father is no longer in his right mind either. Am I the only sane one left? With these bitter thoughts, I sat down at the table. Then I heard a clicking tongue from beside me.
"Why did you come out? Just stay in your room."
"............"
"What are you looking at?"
There's no doubt, that woman is definitely my siste.r, Kim Seowoo. But why is she reacting like this, you ask? This gorilla who used to extort my allowance and beat me up like a punching bag whenever she was bored is now sitting there in an outfit like a street prostitute. How could I not stare? The mesh tank top that could barely be called clothing clearly exposed her nipples. For bottoms, she wore only a tiny pair of panties. In the past, my father would have scolded her harshly for such an obscene outfit. But now he was calmly eating his rice as if nothing was wrong.
"Do you have something to say?"
"...No."
"Tch! Useless idiot."
Maybe she's still the same apart from her clothes? As I sat down listening to my siste.r's insults, my mother returned with a stew. Today's menu was a fragrant doenjang jjigae with various vegetable side dishes. When I was younger, I used to complain about the lack of meat, but now the warm meal goes down smoothly. As we ate, I noticed my mother hadn't taken a single bite.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, it's not that..."
My mother hesitated at my question. This is the reaction she often shows when she wants to ask for something. It's just like when she used to try to convince me to eat ice cream together. Even though we'd already eaten over 10 scoops. She was probably using me as an excuse because she wanted to eat more ice cream herself. If I don't agree now, it'll be troublesome later, so I might as well agree quickly and get back to eating.
"What is it? You can tell me anything."
"Are you sure it's okay?"
I nodded confidently. It's just a request from my mother after all, so it can't be anything too outrageous. She's not going to suddenly ask me to get married or give her money I don't have. It's probably just a simple errand.
"Then could you sprinkle some semen on Mommy's rice?"
"............Pardon?"
What did I just hear? I was so shocked I dropped my chopsticks. Am I hallucinating? I could feel my sanity draining in real time as I asked again:
"You mean fish roe, right?"
"No, I mean your thick, musky semen."
It seems I heard correctly after all. My mind reeled at my mother's unthinkable request. Sprinkling semen on rice is strange enough, but asking her son to do it is insane. And to do it in front of my father no less. This was absolutely beyond my limits.
"Shouldn't you ask Father for that?"
After all, my father is still her husband. There's no need for me to do such a thing. But my father sighed and rejected my suggestion.
"I can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Because I've already become obsolete."
My father said this as he pulled out a strange badge. It was shaped like a limp penis, with "OBSOLETE" clearly engraved on it.
"Not only can I no longer get erections, but even my semen has become watery. From now on, I'll just diligently earn money as an ATM."
"..."
I thought things had changed, but I never imagined they'd change like this. What on earth is that badge, and what does he mean by living as an ATM? As I stood there dumbfounded, my mother urged me again.
"Sweetie, please do it for me. I've been craving semen rice for so long."
"That's..."
My mother waited eagerly, but I was at a loss for words at her impossible request. Sprinkle semen on rice? That's no different from masturbating in front of my mother. And this is a family gathering no less. I'd rather die than masturbate in a place like this.
"Oh come on! What kind of man are you being so hesitant!"
"Wait, hold on...!"
My siste.r, who had been quietly eating, suddenly stood up and dragged me in front of our mother.
"Just hurry up and cum once so we can eat..."
"Oh my..."
As she pulled down my waistband, my rock-hard erection sprang out. Shocked by my penis, my siste.r fell silent. My mother let out an admiring gasp, her face flushing red. I covered my crimson face with my hands in shame.
"Honey, look at this. Isn't it bigger than yours?"
"Indeed. It's larger than mine was before I became obsolete."
My excited mother even dragged my father into it. Whatever he was thinking, my father acknowledged my penis too. Though I could barely follow what was happening, I was certain this was the worst day of my life.
"I'd love to receive such a magnificent penis in my pu$$y, but for today I'll just gently stroke it."
"Ugh!"
Tap tap tap tap.
My mother gently wrapped her hand around my penis and slowly began to stroke it. With each touch, pre-cum oozed from the tip of my glans. My breathing gradually grew ragged.
"I'm glad our son isn't a premature ejaculator. Though this is a bit tiring."
"..."
Despite her words, she was still going too slow. After 5 minutes of just leaking pre-cum with no sign of ejaculation, my siste.r who had been spacing out finally came to her senses.
"Why aren't you cumming and making Mom's hand sore! You really can't do anything right!"
"No, not there!"
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
My siste.r suddenly spread my buttocks and started licking. I was startled by the unexpected situation and tried to resist, but with my waist firmly held in place, it was useless. That's when my mother seemed to realize something from watching my siste.r. She set down her rice bowl for a moment.
"Mommy's sorry. I didn't understand what our son needed."
"Yes, what are you-"
Shlurp!
Before I could finish speaking, my mother swallowed my penis. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking vigorously. With my siste.r licking from behind and my mother sucking from the front, a dizzying mix of emotions swirled in my head. The shame of being in front of family. The sense of betrayal at my family using my body. And the guilty pleasure of having my sensitive areas stimulated. My breathing grew ragged from sensations I should never feel.
"My son's penis tastes so good! I want to suck it forever!"
"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"
Shlurp! Shlurp! Shlurp! Shlurp! Shlurp!
The intense fellatio quickly brought me to the edge. I couldn't hold back any longer. I desperately grabbed my mother's shoulders and said:
"I'm about to-"
"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"
"Then cum! Spray Mommy's mouth full of your thick, hot semen!"
"Uuugh!"
Spurrt! Spurrt! Spurt! Spurrt! Spurrt!
Powerful jets of semen shot out. Surprised by the larger than expected volume, my mother caught the overflowing semen in her hands.
"Hehe..."
After the intense ejaculation filled with shame and pleasure ended, my mother spat out my penis along with a handful of semen onto her palm. It was so much semen it seemed like it would overflow even from both hands. She poured it over her rice bowl with a satisfied smile.
"Our son is amazing. This much delicious semen is like a full-course meal."
True to her words, she happily devoured the semen-covered rice. I watched the scene unfold with a complex mix of emotions. That's when my siste.r grabbed my shirt and called out to me.
"Hey. I'm coming to your room later."
"Why?"
"You know why."
Why would what happens in my room be any of her business? My siste.r's unreasonable behavior was nothing new, and it seems that even in this changed world, her forceful personality remains the same. Now that I was finished here too, I was about to return to my seat and continue eating when-
Ding dong~ Ding dong~
The sound of the doorbell from the front door stopped me in my tracks. Who could it be at this hour? I glanced over and saw my parents looking puzzled as well.
"Who could it be at this time? Did you have a guest coming over?"
"No. I don't have any appointments."
"Then who is it? No one should be visiting at this hour."
It seems to be an unexpected visitor. Should I just stay quiet? As I was debating what to do-
Click.
At the sound of the lock opening, I rushed to the front door in a panic. When I got to the hallway, the front door was already open. A woman in a black suit bowed her head in the doorway.
"I apologize for the late hour. My name is Jung Sahwa from the EPA."
