[Incest] Making a Friendly Family 575 (Cheol-jin) (Cafeteria, Rooftop)

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While heading to the cafeteria, Shi-woo opens the chat window on his smartphone where he and Cheol-jin were conversing.

The photo of the slave contract from the ledger he sent earlier is displayed on the chat screen as ‘read’.

Cheol-jin didn’t react to the text, but the surprised expression he made while looking at Shi-woo at that moment remained etched in Shi-woo’s mind.

**

Shi-woo arrives at the cafeteria.

Cheol-jin is sitting near the sink area, eating with a group of classmates.

Cheol-jin sees Shi-woo and waves his hand as if he’s unusually glad to see him.

Feeling embarrassed for no reason, Shi-woo waves back lightly, then averts his gaze from Cheol-jin for a moment, picks up a tray, and goes to get food.

As Cheol-jin said, the main dishes today are unusually Tteokgalbi (grilled short rib patties) and Budae Jjigae (Korean army stew).

Shi-woo receives his rice, side dishes, and soup, and approaches the table where Cheol-jin is sitting.

“Why are you so late after going to the bathroom? Did you come after jerking off while thinking about your new girlfriend?”

Cheol-jin jokingly teases, as if for the surrounding friends to hear…

The attention of the friends sitting around and the girls standing nearby is focused on them.

“What, what the fuck are you talking about, you crazy bastard?! I just didn’t feel well, so it took a little longer!”

Shi-woo, feeling a twinge of guilt, responds loudly to Cheol-jin’s unchanging attitude of making jokes as usual, as if relieved.

Shi-woo joins his friends and eats with Cheol-jin.

Cheol-jin doesn’t exchange any particular conversation with Shi-woo while eating.

He just stirs his spoon, chatting animatedly with the other friends about the latest trending OTT programs and community issues, as if he doesn’t care.

The friends finish their meals and start leaving one by one.

Shi-woo, who started eating late, naturally hasn’t finished his meal yet.

In the quiet school cafeteria, there are now more empty tables visible here and there.

Cheol-jin seems to be deliberately controlling his eating speed to stay at the table with Shi-woo until the end.

As Shi-woo is finishing his meal, Cheol-jin opens his mouth in a low voice.

“Wanna talk for a bit on the roof after eating? I’ll buy the drinks this time.”

Cheol-jin conveys his words to Shi-woo while fixing his gaze on his tray, as if nonchalant…

“Huh? Oh… sure, I guess?”

Shi-woo, caught off guard, reacts with a start and replies to Cheol-jin’s sudden words.

After that, Cheol-jin quietly finishes his meal, checking his smartphone from time to time, until Shi-woo finishes eating.

After finishing his meal, Shi-woo cleans up his tray and heads to the school rooftop with Cheol-jin.

“Did you get home okay with Se-hee Noona that night?”

Cheol-jin asks Shi-woo again, as if casually starting a conversation.

‘That night’ seems to refer to what happened on Friday night when they parted after the blind date.

“Yeah… I got home okay… I was the last one to leave the police station after everyone left, though…”

Shi-woo replies to Cheol-jin, recalling what happened at the police station that day.

“Didn’t Seon-ju Imo say she couldn’t come because she was busy with work? What happened after we left?”

Cheol-jin asks, curious about who picked up Shi-woo and Se-hee Noona from the police station that day.

Cheol-jin probably doesn’t know yet that the person who picked up Shi-woo and Se-hee Noona that day was Ms. Yoo Ye-na.

Or he might be pretending not to know, testing Shi-woo…

“Ah~ it all worked out somehow~ My Imo happened to be nearby… she came to pick me up right after you guys left.”

Shi-woo doesn’t directly mention Ms. Yoo Ye-na, but hints at it by casually using the word Imo.

“Imo? You had an Imo?”

Cheol-jin asks back, his eyes sparkling for a moment.

“Yeah, I do~ someone like that… we don’t interact much, so I don’t think we’re that close… thanks to her, it worked out okay… anyway, what about you? Did anything happen after you went with Gyu-ri Ajumma like that?”

Shi-woo vaguely glosses over the story about Ms. Yoo Ye-na and continues the conversation, as if trying to divert Cheol-jin’s attention.

“Ah- don’t even mention it… I got scolded by Mom the whole way home… I can’t believe how much she nagged, even at my age~ I thought my ears were going to fall off that day~”

Cheol-jin exaggerates, as if telling a story about what happened on the way home with Gyu-ri Ajumma that day.

Shi-woo feels considerable awkwardness at Cheol-jin’s words that he was scolded by Gyu-ri Ajumma.

Considering the complete master-slave relationship between Cheol-jin and Gyu-ri Ajumma, the word ‘scolded’ sounds quite strange.

Especially when thinking about Gyu-ri Ajumma’s bondage play from last Wednesday, the situation of Gyu-ri Ajumma scolding Cheol-jin is now unimaginable.

“Scolded? Aren’t you and your Mom like that…? You even did all that on Wednesday, didn’t you? But you’re getting scolded for fighting and going to the police station?”

Shi-woo turns his head to look at Cheol-jin and asks, as if puzzled.

“What? What are you talking about? We’re mother and son, so of course there are times when I get scolded…”

Cheol-jin replies as if he doesn’t understand Shi-woo’s words.

In that moment, Shi-woo’s head and heart feel like a tangled mess of threads.

Shi-woo awkwardly pauses, feeling a sense of bewilderment as if cognitive dissonance has occurred.

“Didn’t you say that you really thought of your Mom that way at one point? You said the play wouldn’t work if you weren’t sincere, right?”

Shi-woo quickly regains his composure and asks, as if recalling Cheol-jin’s previous words.

“That’s only when we’re doing the play, of course! How could I live like that with my own Mom all day long?”

Cheol-jin looks at Shi-woo with an incredulous expression, wearing a mocking sneer as he speaks.

Shi-woo feels a dizziness, as if his vision has gone white for a moment, like he’s been hit.

The mothers’ slave contracts…

And their pasts contained within them.

All of that was already enough to shake Shi-woo’s common sense and notions.

Each and every sentence and word written in that document completely shattered the world and values that Shi-woo knew, and posed a question mark about the boundaries of a new world.

Furthermore, the perverted master-slave relationship between Gyu-ri Ajumma and Cheol-jin undoubtedly gave Shi-woo a lot of inspiration and had a great influence in forming new relationships with his Mom and other family members.

Entangled with each other in a way that broke the mold, it made Shi-woo deeply explore the boundaries of emotions that exist beyond common sense.

Those processes naturally presented Shi-woo with a new way of life.

Relationships with Mom and other family members were also newly formed.

Possibilities that were previously unimaginable began to open up.

But now, another word from Cheol-jin creates another crack in that.

Common sense was just like a single, meaningless line, and the moment he crossed that line, he felt as if everything contradictory was scattered and collapsing.

“The funny thing is, most of the nagging my Mom did was about your face, Shi-woo~! She kept asking me why I was with you and let you get like that. I got hit here and there too, you know.”

“At first, she kept grilling me, asking if I was the one who beat you up with the hyungs~! It seems like my Mom feels really special about you, like a lover or husband, once she’s done it once~ Isn’t that a bit much for her age? Kikik!”

Cheol-jin once again throws a joke that crosses the line at Shi-woo, treating his Mom and his friend’s sexual relationship as a light joke, as if it were a trivial everyday story.

Shi-woo, unable to think of anything to say, walks alongside Cheol-jin, who is happily chattering away.

Could it be that what Cheol-jin wants is the same sadistic sexual relationship with his Mom that he had with Gyu-ri Ajumma?

And if such an exchange is something that everyone involved in the slave contract has no choice but to accept as fate…

Shi-woo, listening to Cheol-jin’s jokes that cross the line, falls into a delusion and imagines distorted scenes of taboo in his head.

A sudden surge of emotion rises from deep within his chest, pressing down on his Adam’s apple.

Shi-woo shakes his head in anguish, as if trying to shake off the intensely clinging delusion.

Cheol-jin, whether he’s ignoring Shi-woo’s reactions or simply hasn’t noticed them, continues to talk about what happened that day as he heads to the rooftop.

**

“By the way, you haven’t forgotten that you were going to let me touch Shin-bi’s breasts that day, have you? I’ve been really looking forward to it since then~! That’s why I had no choice but to leave Se-hee and my partner Se-mi behind and come down~”

Opening the steel door and stepping onto the school building’s rooftop, Cheol-jin speaks, still throwing out the question as if it were a light joke.

“Do you think that’ll happen? Do you think Shin-bi Noona will let you touch her breasts just because I tell her to?!”

Shi-woo retorts, dismissing Cheol-jin’s joke with a dumbfounded expression.