Chapter 377 – The Honorable One of Chaos.
“Ugh?”
The boy suddenly realized that he had fallen asleep and opened his eyes. The sunlight streaming through the windows and the busy morning energy urged him who was lost in sleep.
“Is my son awake?”
“Ah.”
As she slowly raised herself up, she heard her mother’s voice, startled, and looked where it had come from. Her mother, as always, was sitting in front of the dresser, brushing her hair. It wasn’t long after she washed her body that her moist skin left behind, and her buttocks that stretched under the chair were exposed.
‘Was it a dream?’
Her mother was always at work at this time, so by the time he woke up, it was a normal sight. So she thought that maybe everything yesterday was a dream. It’s just a bad nightmare. But why? The boy couldn’t take his eyes off the way he always saw his mother’s ass twisted into her chair.
‘Haha!’
Maybe it was because he remembered the sound of his mother’s warm breathing as she hugged him, making a sound he had never heard before. In particular, there was something that stimulated him even more between the goals that created shadows. Unable to comprehend it himself, he scanned her more closely than usual.
“Clap.”
I found myself swallowing my saliva at the sight of his ass crushed by his chair, his slim waist rising again, and his chest protruding to the side. Besides, whenever he moved his mother’s hand, he was already standing behind her when he came to his senses at the end of her lumpy chest peeking out through the mirror. The moment when she was about to reach out her hand to her.
“Peekaboo!”
Poof! Her heart sank at the sight of her mother looking back.
“My son! Who are you trying to surprise?”
At her words that followed, the sinking heart returned.
“D-I got caught.”
“Mama says she knows what her son is doing?”
Not noticing the awkwardness in his voice, the mother smiled mischievously and opened her chest. Perhaps aware of her efforts not to lose her attention to those two bobbing lumps, she spreads her arms.
“Now, my son, should I hug you?”
“Huh? Huh?!”
Although the boy was obviously doing what he usually did, he hesitated and hesitated, and the mother pouted.
“What is it? You mean my son is all grown up?”
“It’s not like that…”
The moment he hesitated on what to say.
“Yap!”
“Ugh, Mom?!”
It was after she came to herself and took her boy in her arms. Soon, his mother’s chest, which covered one ear, was cold and moist as usual, and the sound of his pounding heart calmed him down. Let’s stay still like that, and she lets go of the boy again.
“Whose turn is it now?”
“Side!”
He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her mother pouting her lips exaggeratedly and kissed her with his own kiss. It is true that her sharp senses approach her differently than usual, to the extent that I can feel the wrinkles on her lips, but I still come to know that she is his mother. She seemed relieved. She finally finished her make-up and began to change her clothes, as if satisfied.
“Mom, where are you going?”
However, when I asked anxiously about her mother wearing clothes she had never seen before, she rather smiled brightly.
“Didn’t you say you got something good this time?
“I just like the menegdroy soup.”
Mneg droy soup was her mother’s favorite dish. If you make it once with other vegetables, you can eat it over and over again simply by boiling it. She was the food she prepared for him, who was often alone. Even so, her mother would come later than expected, so when the soup ran out and it became unbearable, she would often catch mice, just like yesterday.
“Oh, my son! Who does he look like to be so proud?”
“Aww, Mom.”
When she responds by putting his nose between her fingers and shaking her, she finishes packing her things.
“Then, since Mom will be going, should she not skip school?”
“Ah…”
Her boy wanted to say something to her, but her mother was already receding from his outstretched hand. She wanted to say she didn’t want to go, but she kept the boy’s mouth shut about what she had heard before.
‘Mom, did you study really well? She thought so she would be able to work at an agency where later she was.’
The mother’s bittersweet smile as she walked holding his hand was so clear.
‘I don’t want my son to live like this.’
He lowered her hand before grabbing her. I don’t know when the school was, but it was a place where children gathered and taught here. It teaches things necessary for real life, but the most important thing is that it teaches things like writing, reading, and numbers.
I heard that after graduating from a place called school, the administrative agencies and the Cait Sis of Parz will recognize you? Fortunately, the problems given to the boy at school were not too difficult. His grades were excellent in school, and her mother was proud of them. That’s why she couldn’t talk.
– Bahak!
“Ugh!”
“Oops! Got it right!”
Not long after I arrived alone in the school building, which was slightly larger than other buildings and could accommodate more people, I was hit in the head by something that fell from the second floor. When I checked what it was, it was a hard sponge. When I go to the waterside, there are yellow lumps that sometimes clump together and float, and when they harden, I can erase the words written with a charred wooden pen.
It was harder than expected, so it wasn’t very pleasant to him, but he picked it up and went to school. Because I already knew that if I didn’t pick it up and return it, I would hold the pod asking why I didn’t pick it up. But that day was a little different.
“Teacher! My eraser is gone!”
For some reason, the guy who threw the eraser at the teacher who came in after a while said that nothing had happened.
“Hey, isn’t that what he’s wearing?”
“Is that over there?”
He approached to return it, but then I realized why he said he didn’t need it. You’ve been aiming for this. Then the teacher looked at him indifferently and said to him with a frown.
“Give me the eraser and go outside and stand.”
“…Yes.”
He couldn’t say he wasn’t. If he did that, not one or two of the children would definitely say he did it, and he realized long ago that only he would be at a disadvantage.
“Are you having a hard time?”
“No.”
“Then why do you keep stealing?”
Even when he said he wasn’t like that, the teacher didn’t listen. He was always sure that just because he was poor, he thought there was nothing strange about him. But what scared me most was something else.
“If you keep doing this, I have no choice but to call my parents.”
“!!”
For a moment, he had no choice but to fall to his knees as if having a seizure.
“Oh, no. I was wrong. Mom, no.”
She shouldn’t have come to school. She’s busy with work, but she doesn’t want to find out that she’s always being bullied by her children. Because of this, he was always weak at the teacher’s words. I don’t know what he looked like, but at that time, the teacher’s gaze also became pitiful.
“Whoa, yes. But no matter how hungry you are, I hope you don’t eat rats or something.”
“Yes? That, that.”
He didn’t have to ask how he knew. Also, it was always possible to know without having to say that the children would have gone wild.
‘…I ended up getting caught.’
It was quite a coincidence that he filled his stomach with anything like that. Back then, his mother had just gotten a proper job, so it was normal for her to peck her stomach every day. He wandered around town looking for something to eat, but he had nothing to eat.
There were not one or two places to throw away food waste, but even those things burned his hands. The eyes of the beggars walking around the alley were stinging and crying, and there was no reason to do so. Stealing food wasn’t unconsidered, but when caught doing so, it was my mother who was called.
I quit because I couldn’t make it harder for my already struggling mother, but I was very hungry. I was crouching in a corner of the alley, holding my hungry stomach and barely breathing.
“Dad! I caught that magic thing!”
“Get your hands off me!”
Match! Surprised by the resounding sound of someone’s conversation, there were some catsy who poked their heads out of the alley. They are rarely seen because they usually live inside rather than outside. The Cattsie, who seemed to be a family with all white fur and hair, were standing there. What happened was that among them was her little girl, who was crying and clutching her hands.
“Ugh, whoops.”
“Honey!”
As her child cries, her woman holds her as she cries, her hard face bruising him, but her man turns her head away with her hard face.
“Even if I don’t care as much as I can, I can’t forgive getting involved with dirty things.”
As I was listening to what he was saying, I suddenly saw a rat dead in front of the alley where I was. As he looked like he was being grabbed by something, he realized that that was the reason the child had been beaten. But for him it was an opportunity. Since he was already hungry, he grabbed the rat and hid in the alley while no one was watching. At first glance, it felt like meeting a child, but there was no time to care.
The day when even the teacher found out that he had caught a mouse.
-Chaaaaak!
“Turn it off!!”
He struggled to hold back his screams as his body trembled from the intense pain that hit his calves. It wasn’t okay to scream or try to avoid it here.
– Worst! Damn! Match!
Tears welled up at the pain that resounded in succession and hit his calf, but he had no choice but to stay still.
“You! Mother! Rat! Eater! Child! Mother! Listening! Should I live!?”
– Aww!
Every time my mother’s voice was interrupted, the sound of cutting the wind and hitting the calves rushed at him with excruciating pain, as if trying to break him down. Even so, he had nothing to say because his mother, who was beating him, was crying. Because that sight had tightened his chest so much more painfully than the cane that struck him.
When her mother was exhausted, his legs were covered with blue and red bruises, as if a straight line had been drawn from the hips to the thighs to the calves. That night he slept on his stomach because he couldn’t bear to get down on his knees or lie down. The boy suddenly felt cool underneath him. He was feeling uncomfortable because he must have slept wearing pants.
“Sniff.”
He could feel the other person’s sniffles and cold hands caressing his legs. The gentle touch of that hand made it feel like the intense pain that had been tormenting him even in his sleep was slowly subsiding. The cool air calmed the burning pain little by little, so he felt comfortable and turned his head.
“Huh.”
There was her mother weeping and applying medicine from her medicine cabinet to his leg. The boy, looking at the scene in a dim mind, fell asleep again.
