Became a Rapist 84

## Chapter 84 – A Mother-Daughter Date (2)

I sat at the table with Yoojin. Since I sat next to my mother, Yoojin naturally sat across from me. No, she could have sat in front of my mother, so she intentionally sat across from me.

“What are you doing? You said it’s a school holiday, so you couldn’t have eaten lunch at school.”

My mother said, seeing me sitting at the table, not even picking up my spoon, just staring at Yoojin’s face.

I came outside without clearing my tray, but I did eat something. Just a couple of bites. But I couldn’t say that to my mother.

So, I cautiously reached for the spoon and chopsticks. The cold metallic touch of the chopsticks on my fingers reminded me of the poison murder cases I often saw on the news.

“Eat quickly before it gets cold, doesn’t it look delicious?”

My mother asked, but I had no appetite at all.

Nevertheless, I reached for the dishes on the table with my chopsticks. If she had been planning a poison murder, she wouldn’t have tried to win over my mother, wouldn’t have put a piece of meat on my mother’s plate, telling her to try it.

And unlike me, who hadn’t even taken a spoonful yet, Yoojin was busy eating this and that as soon as she sat down, as if she was hungry. But she didn’t look gluttonous, rather polite as if she were at a formal meeting, which made me think Yoojung had done a good job educating her in this area.

In my eyes, she just looked like a pest trying to destroy our refrigerator, but I didn’t know what lies and coquetry she had used to deceive my mother while I was away. My mother was showing Yoojin more favor than me, telling her to try this and that first, with a smile on her face.

“What are you doing? Eat.”

My mother urged me again.

“Yeah, hurry up and eat without being picky.”

Yoojin said, wiping the sauce from her mouth with her tongue while chewing on meat.

I couldn’t stand her tone, as if she was trying to teach me, but I couldn’t tolerate her provoking me by sending me seductive glances behind my mother’s back even more.

But I started eating the food silently, reaching with my chopsticks mainly for the things Yoojin had touched, excluding the food in my own bowl.

I was hungry, so it was quite delicious. It was a taste that I would have found delicious even if I wasn’t hungry. She’s a good cook. To be honest, it’s better than what my mother makes herself.

I stopped eating the egg dish and glanced at Yoojin.

She has such a glamorous image that she can’t even cook ramen properly by herself, but she’s good at cooking too. Why does the world give so much talent to a bitch like Yoojin?

Only the sound of spoons clattering against the dishes could be heard, and an awkward atmosphere flowed between Yoojin and me, who weren’t talking to each other.

As if she didn’t like the silence, my mother spoke first.

“You’re so lucky. Having such a pretty girlfriend who’s also a good cook.”
“……”
“She’s not my girlfriend.”
“Oh, you’re just shy, aren’t you? What do you mean she’s not? You even gave her the house key without permission. I was so surprised at first, thinking we had a burglar… She came into the house alone without even greeting me properly, so I was going to scold her, but I was finally convinced when I heard that you were planning to marry her later.”

Reality was so distorted that it felt like I had been transported to an extraordinary fantasy world. Not a fantasy world full of pleasant and exciting adventures, but a dark fantasy world full of bizarre things.

My mother hated Yoojin as much as I did, even right before she passed away. Whenever Yoojin appeared on the screen, she would drag her sick body and turn off the TV no matter what. But at that time, Yoojin’s song was a huge hit, so you couldn’t help but see Yoojin’s face wherever you went…

The bitter and helpless look in her eyes at that time is still vivid in my memory, but because that look was mixed with my mother’s current gaze, as if she was looking at her lovely daughter-in-law, I felt strangely strange watching my mother and Yoojin right next to me.

I was so bewildered and dumbfounded that I wasn’t even angry at Yoojin anymore.

“Eat quickly. Isn’t it delicious? You like to eat too, don’t you?”

I brought the food to my mouth at my mother’s urging.

“Isn’t it delicious?”
“Is it okay? I followed a recipe online, and it turned out well.”
“……”

The two women demanded my reaction at the same time, but I kept my mouth shut. I just focused on chewing the food.

The rich aroma of the beef I was chewing spread throughout my mouth. It’s very tender. It means Yoojin cooked this dish for a very long time.

That bitch Yoojin must have seen me go to school, entered my house without permission, occupied the kitchen, and cooked all day long.

I can’t understand Yoojin’s heart, who was diligently cooking this beef for the man she hates. Why did she do this? Why is she pretending to be my fiancée in front of my mother?

There’s only one plausible reason.
It’s because of Yoojung.

Yoojin is doing this to protect that bitch who confessed her marriage to me today from my grasp, to make that bitch break up with me on her own.

Yoojin’s actions, convinced that I can’t help but fall for her charm, were disgusting, but

Fine.
I decided to think of it positively. Instead of being easily broken, it’s more fun to take revenge on her like this.

“Why are you so quiet? Your girlfriend made you such a sincere meal, but you haven’t said a word of thanks since earlier.”

I brought the braised short ribs that Yoojin had made back into my mouth as if I were chewing sand, and when I raised my head, I saw Yoojin smiling at me with her mouth full of rice.

She’s looking at me as if she’s my real girlfriend.

Anyway, she eats so much like a pig, so her tits can’t help but get as fat as a cow.
Fucking cow tits bitch.
It’s so big that I have to emphasize it again. Fucking tits tits tits bitch.
Cow bitch.

“Sahyuk is usually a bit cold. He doesn’t even praise me… He expects a lot from me. He’s bad, really.”

Yoojin seemed to be talking about my usual behavior, but I immediately realized what she meant by ‘praise.’

‘Sexual praise.’
Fucking bitch.

I couldn’t help but know because Yoojin started lifting her leg and pressing between my legs with her toes as she spoke.

But I wasn’t flustered at all. I knew from the beginning that Yoojin would do this. We both hated looking at each other’s faces, so why would she sit across from me?
And Yoojin couldn’t stand being humiliated when her waist was grabbed, her pants zipper was lowered, and her pussy was dug into by my fingers, even though she had set a trap in advance.
I thought she would definitely take revenge.
Even if my mother was in front of her.

A lavish meal, a 12-course meal prepared by hand, my mother who doesn’t know anything diagonally in front of me, and Yoojin stretching her leg under the table and lowering my pants zipper with her toes to win the battle of pride with me.

That’s Yoojin, a woman, no, a bitch.

But the reason I willingly sat at this table, even though I knew all that, wasn’t to be playfully teased by Yoojin’s toes.

I straightened my face and made a firm resolution with a firm expression. It’s impossible to even show that I’m hard, let alone cum. My mother is sitting right next to me.

In that state, I had to endure Yoojin’s footjob, the school’s idol, without the slightest disturbance, and at the same time, make Yoojin cum with my foot play.

Of course, if I block Yoojin’s toes with my hand, it’s possible to attack unilaterally. But then Yoojin will never admit it.

I have to fight fairly and win without any cheating in a head-on match.

It’s a game.
Then,

“Shall we start?”

I said.

“Okay.”

Yoojin answered, resting her chin on her wrist on the table.

“Huh? Start what? Are you saying you’re going to eat properly without picking at your food now?”

My mother asked us back, eating braised short ribs.

Is it because she learned to dance? Yoojin used her toes as well as her fingers.
I hadn’t even lowered Yoojin’s pants zipper yet and was just wiggling my toes, but Yoojin had already pressed down on my pants and even my underwear with her thumb and lowered them.

But still, because it was her foot, she couldn’t wrap her whole dick with just one foot and shake it like when she gives me a handjob.

On the other hand, I was creating enough effect just by straightening my thumb like my dick and pressing down on Yoojin’s pussy.

“Haaah, haaah…”

Yoojin started breathing heavily.

“Huh? Is it spicy? It’s just right for my taste. You should have told me if you can’t eat spicy food.”

My mother said, eating more food than usual, as if it tasted good.

Meanwhile, I was happily tearing at the meat, pretending to pick the meat off the bone and sneering. This is pathetic.

Yoojin, who was upset, twisted her waist while sitting on the chair because she was uncomfortable. And she abandoned her neat and upright posture until just now and leaned back on the chair. Yoojin was so serious about this game that she showed an unsightly posture in front of others.

Yoojin, who was leaning back and able to use both feet freely, pressed down on my dick with both soles.

That fucking bitch, where are you putting your dirty feet…!

Perhaps because she had been running around diligently preparing the food, Yoojin’s feet, which contained the sunlight, were hot and smelled strongly. But it wasn’t a bad smell. Yoojin’s foot odor, which rose above where I was sitting, was more stimulating than the food scent on the table, but it smelled much more fascinating than those.

“Doesn’t it smell like something suddenly? A stimulating smell.”

My mother, who hadn’t noticed our fierce war under the table at all, looked around and asked me.