Chapter 115 – Raise and Eat? (4)
“Ahh…! Whoops!”
Mom’s basement.
His terrified screams filled the room. A heavy sledgehammer is falling vertically over the handcuffed director’s head.
Kwak!
“That… Stop!”
“Christmas…”
“Uh… Mom.”
“Leave this…”
“Mom please… Please stop here.”
It was a moment.
The hand that stretched out without my knowledge quickly grabbed the mother’s wrist holding the hammer.
Buzzing…
Her wrist wriggling in the palm of her hand. Ragged breath escaped from between her mother’s thick lips. Even if it’s just 1 second late. One side of the gray director’s skull must have sunk.
“Heo-euk… Heo-eok. Mijoo! Why are you doing this all of a sudden uh? What… What are you doing to the teacher? Seo… Christmas, try to stop your mother.”
A contemplative expression. The director begged, looking alternately at the face of the hat that was wrestling in front of him.
“Mom… Stop. It’s not like this. Yes?”
“Can you let go…?”
“If a problem arises in this house again, I will be 100% suspicious this time. Don’t you know that there are still reporters covering us? It’s to the point where even ghost stories spread on the Internet!”
“Don’t you believe Christmas is mom? She’s a mother and she can handle it all.”
Only one corner of her mother’s mouth rose obliquely. The smile on her white and innocent face can’t help but look so cold.
“Mom please. Even if you look at me.”
“Let it go.”
“Please… I heard I’m the head of the household.”
She stared straight into her mother’s eyes. Mom’s quivering eyes. Her pupils tremble as they meet in the air.
“Under…”
Cooong.
Tung… Tung… Tuk.
Did you listen to my sincerity? The strength in her mother’s hands slid. The thick sledgehammer fell from her hand and rolled to the floor with a dull sound.
In an instant, a sigh of relief bloomed on the director’s face.
Serene stillness.
Mom hung her head, lost in her thoughts. Not knowing that one of her mother’s shoulder straps had fallen down, revealing her large breasts and pale pink areolas.
“Mom… Are you okay?”
“Mom…”
Her sister Jae-eun and her sister Jae-eun come over and surround her. They hold her mother in her arms with her heavy breasts bobbing. The breasts of the three mothers gathered together and were rubbed gently.
“Mom…”
Mom, who had been in her sister’s arms for a while, finally opened her mouth.
“I’m sorry to see you like this…”
“No… Mom. Are you okay. Are you okay…”
My older sister patted her mother on the back like an adult. Her mother’s face burrows into her sister’s heavy, unblemished breasts.
“Can you tell me what happened?”
“My mother … Can’t she be disappointed no matter what she says. Even if I speak honestly.”
“Then. Of course.”
“Me too. I’ll believe anything she says.”
Her mother’s voice trembled badly. Her older sister and her Jaeyi pulled her tighter and held her in her arms.
Her mother sighed heavily. She’s like someone who brings out her long-hidden secrets. Her expression even made her look determined.
“Mom was an orphan. From the time she was born, she was raised in an orphanage.”
For a moment, Jae-eun and her sister’s eyes shook.
Is it really It’s hard to believe what she said she was from an orphanage. For in her graceful appearance there is no trace of her orphaned womb.
“She was an ordinary child. Even though she was in childcare, she had a strong desire to succeed. Her mother herself with her hands. She also studied hard. It wasn’t her means to go to an academy, but she came home from studying late into the night in the reading room every day.”
Soft voice. Her mother told her story slowly, like a storyteller.
“Until I met a man… That was.”
“Man?”
Jay asked, who had fallen in love with her mother’s story before she knew it. Jay, holding her mother in her arms, said her large breasts gently pressed between her armpits, unaware that her areolas were visible.
“Huh. Your father.”
“Dad? Did your dad live there too?”
“Then. That she was in the same class as her mother. I was with my mother.”
“Partner?”
“Huh. The seat next to my mother.”
“Oh~ Then, you and Mom and Dad had a flirtation from then on.”
“Some? Hmm…”
Mom smiled bitterly.
Mom said she felt that although she was in the same neighborhood as Dad, in the same class, even in the same class next door, she lived in a different world.
This is because her mother came from a poor orphanage and her father was the son of a rich family who ran dozens of textile factories in the region.
“A rich man and a poor woman, isn’t it a Cinderella story? Did Dad say he likes Mom?”
Jay seemed interested and urged her mother.
“At first, I thought my mom was like that too. She used to have your dad take care of her when her mom didn’t have money and couldn’t take her supplies. Even when she couldn’t pay for school meals, her father lent her.”
“Wow, Dad is totally in love with Mom? Isn’t that almost the level of a confession?”
A smile bloomed on Jay’s face as he listened to her story. The love story of her mother and father, which she hears for the first time, is quite fun.
“Yeah… That was until then.”
Mom, on the other hand, didn’t. Her mother’s voice, which had subsided for a moment, began to tremble again.
“Until her father invited her over to study with her.”
Mom frowned and spoke with difficulty.
Her dad called in and she said there was no one in the house. Both of my parents went on business trips. Her mother was embarrassed, she said, but her father’s manner of welcoming her with a warm smile and giving her a tour of the house quickly raised her suspicions.
Mom said she was surprised and she said. A house so different from her own abode, where she had been confined to her nursery all her life. Her father’s house was a very different place from the place where she had to hold her breath while living and studying with dozens of children.
Heaven and Hell.
Even if she didn’t say it, she knew the shock her mother must have felt. The first day I was adopted, that’s how I felt at this house.
“Interesting?”
“Uh? Uh… Is this your room? The room is really big.”
“Before studying, warm up your body first. I’ll bring you hot tea.”
Her father suggested that her mother sit on her bed. It was two or three times bigger than her own bed, and the mother followed his suggestion without question, she said.
Soft bed. One sip of hot tea with steam rising.
Vision gradually blurring.
Slowly… Very slowly.
The mother passed out on the bed.
When she opened her eyes, her bra and panties were removed, and red blood was splattered on the white bed sheets.
“Huh… I need to wash the duvet.”
Dad was wiping away his thick, bloody cock. At the tip of his hugely swollen glans, blood from his mother’s pussy and his cum were mixed.
Dad said he looked at her mom and smiled brightly.
Mama saw the sight and she completely fainted.
“It was hell… Hell.”
Mom shook her head. Moisture quickly filled her mother’s wide eyes as the situation at that time flashed through her mind.
The two daughters seemed bewildered by the shocking news they heard from their mother. Her dad raped her mom. At the end of the novel, which I thought would be a pink love story, the truth I didn’t want to know was hidden.
“I couldn’t even go to school. Because I had to meet her dad when I went to school. I couldn’t leave the house because I was afraid to see my father’s smiling face again…”
Her mom said she never thought to report to anyone, she said. She was afraid that she might be harmed. I was afraid I would see my father’s smiling face again.
The problem was after that.
“My stomach… Kept calling me.”
Mom said she noticed right away. A new life growing in the belly.
The mother said she hid it until almost right before giving birth. She wore a compression bandage around her waist, and she deliberately wore only baggy men’s clothes, she said. She said she only entered her room right before bed, in case her friends would notice.
Even putting her birth right in front of her nose. That’s nine months.
“Finally… The new head teacher came to the nursery school. You made a good impression on her.”
The director’s body wriggles with his arms tied. His face was more gray than before.
“Mom secretly went to her teacher’s room at dawn.”
“So… How was it?”
There was tension in Jay’s voice. Now, the voice that reminded me of earlier had completely disappeared.
“Killed him.”
“Yes…?”
“The child in the womb of the mother. The teacher killed the child for a few pennies.”
The director said that as soon as he heard his father’s identity, he went to visit the house.
Then he came back and convinced her mother. She said let’s have a baby. Right now.
“Mom thought the teacher had given her permission instead.”
When her mother opened her eyes on her operating table, it didn’t take her long before she knew something was wrong with her.
“It was an abortion.”
“What…?”
“And the teacher lied to her mother that her child was dead.”
“Mi… Mijoo. It’s not…”
“You got the money! The money that his father gives… You got it!”
“No, I did get the money… Mijoo, it’s not what you think… That’s…”
Puck!
“Huh…!”
Huh…?
“What… What is it?”
Dull sound. It was an instant.
The eerie sound of someone’s cob being smashed echoed through the cellar.
“Ahhhhh”
As he spoke, he groaned. When he reached out and touched the back of his head, bright red blood flowed from his hand.
“Are you… A person?”
Jay.
A hammer was in Jay’s hand. The hammer fell from my mother’s hand and rolled on the floor. Red blood dripped down his thick head.
“Jae! Stop!”
“Huh… Ugh…”
Fortunately, the director let out a rough breath from the floor, as if he hadn’t scored a goal in one shot.
Jay’s hand holding the hammer slowly rose. At the same time, her heavy breasts swayed violently inside the tight sleeveless T-shirt.
“Stop it!”
Jay, why the hell are you doing this!
Is violence genetic?
These red-haired mothers and daughters had impatient personalities. I thought it was uncommon to blow a head off when angry.
“Jae… Stop it.”
Mom’s graceful voice.
She uttered it gracefully in a tone telling her not to play around.
“I’m not done talking about my mother yet.”
Okay. Let’s not be impatient.
Because my mother’s real story hasn’t even begun yet.
