episode_0138

A week.

It was the time I finished my long contemplation, and the maximum limit of my patience.

“You’re finally showing your face after a long time, Mom. You’ve been avoiding me until now.”

“…….”

From the moment we met, Doyeon was smiling brightly.

He behaved as if what happened back then never occurred, or perhaps he even considered it a proud past—he was simply innocent.

Toward my son, who was cheerfully expressing his favor toward me, I simply and silently sucked on my coffee straw.

The location wasn’t the Hwaryeong Family’s hotel where we usually met.

To signify a bit of distance, we met inside a quiet café somewhat removed from the hotel.

Currently, to avoid drawing attention, we had dismissed our respective secretaries and drivers, meeting alone for a private conversation.

“The fact that you’re finally meeting me means you’ve understood, right?”

“Ah, no!”

A strong denial to my son, who reached out his hand, trying to get physically closer.

Soon, she lowered her eyelids and pleaded as if begging.

“Can’t we just… stop here?”

“Stop what?”

“It’s obvious!

……I’ve met them all. Both Hwaryeon and Soeun.”

Having mentioned this much, she omitted the rest, assuming he’d understand the meaning.

At that, Doyeon, with the large, masculine hand that had been tapping the table, snatched my coffee cup and barely moistened his lips, as if just wetting his throat.

“I can’t stop. My child is already growing inside Hwaryeon noona’s body.”

“……Ugh.”

As expected, Doyeon knew too.

He didn’t hide that making his noona’s belly swell was quite intentional, and that he had pounced with an intent one might associate with a beast.

“Mom, you’re the one who should stop. You’ve lectured and tried to persuade me so hard on your own, but the situation has never changed, has it?”

He even pointed out that *I* was being stubborn.

For me, who lacked power and initiative, that was an extremely painful weakness.

But,

“But, how am I supposed to accept such a disgraceful thing! What kind of eyes will the world look at us with─”

“What does it matter? We are Hwaryeong.”

“!”

That was the exact same answer Soeun had given.

Whether it was Doyeon’s influence on Soeun, or the other way around, the reaction was simply “let them bark if they want to bark down there.”

Then, as if the coffee didn’t suit his taste, he casually slid it to the corner of the table,

“It’s over, Mom.

You might not have much interest in management, but the company I lead has already surpassed Dad’s old stronghold.”

“…….”

“It took a bit of time, but this son has reached this view, as I promised you, Mom.

I tried my best, so shouldn’t I be rewarded?”

With that, he arbitrarily fiddled with my hand resting on the table.

*Swoosh, swish-*

As if in a metaphor for something, his large hand covered mine from above.

He sensually stroked the back of my hand with a mouth-watering intensity, as if he had taste buds instead of touch.

At that ceaseless fiddling, an act that subtly made my body heat up, my shoulders naturally tensed.

“Stop it! If you behave so indiscreetly even in, in public…!”

“What does it matter? Anyone who sees us will think we’re a good mother-son pair.”

His next words, he lowered the volume so only I could hear:

‘Or even if they see us as lovers, I’m perfectly fine with it.’

“What a terrible joke….”

‘It’s not a joke. In my eyes, Mom is the most beautiful person in the world. Are you still doubting me?’

“…….”

My son was serious.

He appeared with a brazen attitude, as if saying “just acknowledge it already,” and openly revealed his dark intentions—his genuine twisted gaze that perceived his own mother as a woman.

My hand, which should have been ordinary, was encased as if precious, like a jewel, and caressed until his skin touched it.

He relentlessly massaged my hand, as if clinging to me, as if he would never let me go.

‘Ah… Doyeon’s hand… it’s warm.’

But it worked.

I, too, was becoming no different from him in the face of Doyeon’s wooing.

I wanted to lose my mind around this point.

The moment I saw my son’s face when he arrived at the promised café, my heart pounded. Each time I was touched like this, a sense of immorality swelled, and hormones I hadn’t felt since my twenties swirled inside, making me want to give in.

Only the stubbornness and the thread of reason, remaining like inertia, held me back.

I had experienced all sorts of things while drugged, and I truly reached my limit with this uncontrollable reality.

“Cha, Cha Doyeon…!”

“Yes.”

“Alright, since we’ve come this far, I… I’ll ask you just one last thing.”

*Tremble, tremble, tremble…*

As she opened her mouth, her thighs, unseen beneath the table, trembled.

In a posture as if holding back urine, she barely endured this temptation before extracting his final confirmation.

“Can you… protect Hwaryeong─?”

*Shake, shake!*

My head shook vigorously from side to side, expressing denial even after I had spoken the words myself.

No.

This wasn’t the question I wanted to ask.

I asked a more fundamental question.

Changing it to a meaning that resonated more deeply, I asked again.

“Doyeon, can you… protect your family until the very end with your own hands?”

…Yes, this is it.

The last question I, who could no longer endure, wanted to ask Doyeon.

It was, in effect, a declaration of surrender.

A surrender regarding my unstable position now, and a white flag surrender to my son.

After my husband’s death, I inherited Hwaryeong.

But in truth, from the very beginning, all I wanted was to lay down this heavy burden on my heart.

Having grown old and tired, all I wanted was to be freed from the sense of duty and responsibility I had maintained for the Hwaryeong Family.

With my abilities, I couldn’t unite the family, nor could I excel in management to mend the crumbling Hwaryeong.

I couldn’t mediate disputes between siblings, and I had no leadership to gather talented people in one place.

I had only ever shown incompetence, closing my eyes and avoiding problems.

Days of being tossed here and there continued, and I just wanted to be at ease.

But Doyeon is different.

He has changed, developed a good sense of responsibility, and is ready to become a shield, willing to take criticism.

Though belatedly, he showed abilities comparable to his father’s, cultivated his own strength, and proved it to the world.

That’s why I’m trying to hand it over.

If Doyeon accepts this burden, I am prepared to give him everything─

“Of course!”

*Squeeze♥*

With his unhesitating answer, Doyeon interlocked his fingers with mine.

He acted purely on his impulses and feelings, as if saying “do as you please, no matter who sees.”

He held me tightly, as if he would never let go, and declared:

“I will protect Mom and my noonas for my entire life.”

“Really……?”

“Of course. I approached you with that responsibility in mind from the start.”

…That must be an absurd excuse.

It was surely born from his impure heart that viewed even his family as women, yet, strangely, that declaration put my mind at ease.

The burden on my heart, the congestion, instantly lifted.

‘Haaah… I feel like I’m going to wet myself like this….’

My anxious heart settled down.

It was a surrender to my son, a son who harbored dark intentions towards me, yet my heart felt as light as a feather.

And then,

“So, Mom, you’re slowly entrusting me with full authority, right?”

“…….”

I didn’t explicitly answer.

At that, my son, still interlocking our fingers, pulled me up,

*Smack.*

“!”

He stood me up and kissed me.

When I, startled, tried to pull away, he wrapped his arm around my waist as if dancing at a ball, pulling me closer for a deeper embrace.

“Hoo-oop- Ng… wait. Doyeon, Doyeon, you r-right now…♥”

It was a sparsely populated café.

Though I had lived quietly while managing the hotel, making it unlikely for me to know,

‘O-outside, like this…♥’

Kissing in public like young people showing off felt strange.

As I openly exchanged tongues with my son, my insides, which had finally relaxed, began to pound again.

*Squeeze!*

‘Aah…!’

As he embraced me, his “thing” touched me.

That which had swelled vigorously inside his pants, in public view.

…*Gulp♥*

Like Pavlov’s dog, the moment that heavy weight touched me, my legs gave out.

I had barely endured by masturbating, but now blood rushed to me as if I were in my twenties.

“I’m truly happy, Mom.”

“Haa, haa…♥”

Gasping for breath, I lowered my gaze, and my son’s “thing’s” silhouette was clearly visible.

‘Ah, to be that happy…♥’

Its size, easily discernible by the folds, was vigorously erect inside his jeans.

Rather than feeling embarrassed or ashamed of it in public, my son wanted to express his desire to the fullest.

He didn’t hide his misguided feelings of affection for his mother.

He showed an uncontrollable, pure energy, like a child in their first love, asking to stay close.

*Trickle…♥*

I, too, was drawn to it.

Finally, it trickled down onto my panties, as if I had wet myself.

It seeped out the moment it touched, and after having sex with my son, my body now recognized him as a man.

I desired my son’s penis.

This dangerous line, which should never have been crossed, felt like an uncomfortable pimple yet simultaneously offered a thrill.

-…….

‘Ugh…!’

However, as the gazes of the few café customers fell upon us, a sliver of my sanity returned.

I led my erect son, who was embracing my waist, as if to hide him, and stepped outside.

“B-before anyone else sees, let’s quickly get a taxi and go!”

“Where are we going?”

At that question, my spine stiffened.

Standing demurely, the answer that soon came from my tongue, as if possessed and honest with desire, was this:

“If it’s here… isn’t our house close?”

At that whisper, Doyeon immediately grinned slyly.

As if he couldn’t control his excitement, he held my waist even tighter, escorted me, and hurried out of the café.

“Ah… I’m truly happy, Mom.”

Even as we hurriedly went to catch a taxi on the street, Doyeon kept his hand on my waist, truly treating me like a lover.

He rejoiced like a dog finally given a bone.

‘……♥’

I hid it.

In truth, I, this mother, nestled in my son’s embrace, hid the fact that I was trembling wildly right now.

‘Doyeon… I’ll do it with my son again…♥’

Along with the burden, my loneliness reached its peak.

I turned my face away to hide the fact that I had desired my son’s penis for the past week.

I must be disqualified as a mother.

The revival of the Hwaryeong Family, which my husband had wished for until just before his death, surely wasn’t this future, but…

*Grin♥*

My heart was unbelievably serene.

Having handed everything over to my reliable son, I was happier than ever.

*Lick♥*