Ch.42My Mom Was Awesome (7)

Tomorrow is Sunday.

It was a day when I didn’t even need to handle breakfast since Mom would be home.

After finishing my shower without a worry in the world, I lay in bed scrolling through my phone,

naturally passing my usual bedtime without even noticing.

“Usually the algorithm starts showing science channels around now to help me fall asleep. Why is it recommending only interesting stuff today…?”

As time passed and passed,

between 1 and 2 AM, even after watching plenty of decent videos,

my eyes were finally starting to close.

-Thud

From downstairs.

More precisely, from my parents’ bedroom, I heard something rattling and vibrating.

I didn’t need to go downstairs to check to know what was happening.

Mom was collecting on the eel she had fed Dad at lunch.

“Damn, I should’ve gone to sleep earlier.”

The Ban family’s dojo was situated away from residential areas,

so there were no noise complaints from neighbors.

Thanks to that, they could save money on soundproofing that music or sports academies would typically need, but living there meant enduring all the noise from the dojo.

Doyoung’s room on the third floor was somewhat better off.

The living room, kitchen, and master bedroom on the second floor blocked most of the noise and vibrations, so while not perfectly soundproof, it didn’t really interfere with daily life.

-Thump!

‘H-honey… a little slower…’

‘At this rate, you’ll never beat your sister even five times in your life! You need to make that eel lunch worth it…!’

‘Keep it down…! Sister Joonsook, if Doyoung wakes up…’

‘Cover… my mouth… hssss…!’

“Fuck.”

But what if the noise was coming from the second floor?

And not the powerful shouts of dojo students,

but rather breathless moans that made me flinch involuntarily?

“Earbuds… earbuds.”

I put my wireless earbuds in both ears.

Even if they couldn’t block the vibrations from the shaking, they could at least handle the noise coming through the inadequate soundproofing.

After sealing both ears with noise cancellation,

instead of relying on the algorithm, I deliberately clicked on the latest video from a science channel that had been uploaded today.

“Good, now I just need to close my eyes and wait.”

Pulling the blanket over my head made it a bit hot, but it significantly reduced the vibrations.

People really should use their brains.

All I had to do now was quietly wait for morning to come.

[Today we’re having a viewer Q&A session at HANDA Science. Let’s read the first question.]

[This one is from user xes7496. They ask: Why are body parts usually named using Chinese characters, but the G-spot is expressed in English? What is the pure Korean word for G-spot…?]

“Why is this health education instead of science today?”

The video I played that night had particularly spicy questions.

“Ah, I want to have sex.”

A spontaneous mutter that escaped unconsciously.

The fact that I could still make such comments showed that

I still considered myself a man.

“Is it okay for the main heroine of an all-ages webtoon to do this?”

It had been about two weeks since I possessed Ban Doyoung’s body.

I hadn’t yet satisfied my urges alone in this body.

It would be a lie to say I wasn’t curious,

but I was a bit afraid to take that first step.

I feared that once I knew that sensation,

there would be no going back.

-Thump

“Screw it, let’s just do it.”

But finally, after the last thump I heard, I boldly pulled down the shorts I was wearing.

Doing it alone doesn’t count against virginity, right?

I firmly closed the window I had left slightly open for ventilation.

To prevent any sound from leaking out.

I didn’t bother locking the door.

Locking it would be as good as announcing what I was doing.

Phone charging: OK,

Earbuds battery: OK,

VPN: OK,

Tissues for cleanup: OK.

“Ban Doyoung, ikimasu!”

With all preparations complete,

I directed my trembling hand below Ban Doyoung’s pelvis to begin my first attempt.

“…”

It was just touching my own body that I was using,

but I held my breath as if committing a crime, calming my pounding heart as I slowly reached.

As my hand extended between my legs,

-Knock knock

“Eek!”

“Doyoung, are you still awake? Can we talk for a bit?”

The blessing of the all-ages rating had to intervene right here.

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I quickly tidied up my room and put my pants back on before letting Mom in.

Just to be safe, I also deleted all my recent internet search history on my phone.

“…”

“…”

An awkward silence hung between Mom and me.

Of course, I had no idea how to start the conversation.

“W-well, my daughter… you’re not just tall. Mom sees you in a new light.”

“Ugh! Just kill me with a bamboo sword already.”

Even when I was a man, I’d never been caught by my parents.

Who would’ve thought I’d be caught on my first attempt after becoming Ban Doyoung?

“I-it’s not like I was doing anything wrong, so why?”

“Don’t try to make me feel better. It just makes me want to die more.”

Could it be that the main heroine of an all-ages webtoon

has some kind of invisible blessing that protects her virginity no matter what?

No, that’s ridiculous.

“Mom did that kind of thing at your age too. Don’t feel bad. It’s okay. Mom doesn’t mind at all.”

“…Really?”

“Of course. When I was your age, I did it three times a day thinking about your dad.”

“Wow, that’s a bit much.”

I didn’t want to hear that kind of behind-the-scenes story.

I clearly remember Dad saying Mom was three years older than him.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been in Doyoung’s room…”

Mom sat beside me and looked around the room.

Her gaze paused briefly on the drawer filled with certificates and medals.

“Remember that time? That’s the certificate and medal you won at your first provincial competition when you were in third grade.”

“Ah… yes.”

I didn’t remember, but I nodded anyway.

There was a commemorative photo prominently displayed showing young Doyoung proudly wearing a gold medal with a bright smile, so I couldn’t pretend not to know.

“That medal meant a lot to both of us. It was the first award you received after changing from being left-handed to right-handed.”

“Left-handed…”

“Yes. It was an award you earned after Mom forced you to change your dominant hand.”

Only then did I understand

the meaning behind Mom’s rare question about my hands.

“…Doyoung, what are you doing?”

“Just a moment.”

I picked up a pen from the desk with my left hand and tried writing my name in a notebook.

‘It writes perfectly fine.’

The neat black letters appeared on the paper, no different from when I wrote with my right hand.

While my mind felt uneasy and awkward using the pen with my left hand,

Ban Doyoung’s left hand was executing it skillfully.

The original Ban Doyoung had been left-handed.

And she had changed to being right-handed through training with her mother.

I didn’t know the exact reason,

but from what I gathered, being left-handed might have been disadvantageous in kendo.

“Back then, you ran straight to me and hugged me right after winning first place. You said you beat all the naturally right-handed kids and won first place, just like Mom told you to…”

“…”

“Mom was so happy then. Not because you won, but because you came to me first before anyone else and hugged me. I felt that my daughter truly loved me…”

“Hehe, I guess I was a mama’s boy back then. I mean, mama’s girl.”

“Boy…?”

“Ah, no… mama’s girl.”

Mom looked momentarily perplexed,

but soon she caressed each trophy on the drawer with a nostalgic gaze, as if recalling those times.

“This is the silver medal from the kendo competition in fourth grade, the bronze medal from the national competition in fifth grade, and the semifinalist certificate from sixth grade…”

Starting with the gold medal received in third grade, the subsequent awards and medals gradually declined in ranking over time.

As if slowly revealing Ban Doyoung’s limitations.

The commemorative photos showed the same pattern.

The brightly smiling elementary school Doyoung gradually lost her smile as she advanced in grades

and her competition results declined.

And in the final competition photo from sixth grade national championship.

Next to a tearful Doyoung who returned without a medal after losing in the semifinals,

[National Champion, 4th Grade, Ban Siyoung]

A young girl who looked exactly like Doyoung proudly wore a gold medal,

with her arm around the dejected Doyoung’s shoulder.

“Doyoung.”

Looking at the competition photo from when Doyoung was in sixth grade,

Mom spoke softly, unable to turn her face toward me.

“Starting kendo… forcing you to change from left-handed to right-handed…”

“…”

“Being born as my daughter… do you ever regret it?”