Chapter 100 – Keep Your Mouth Shut and Swallow (1)
After indulging in Maesohyang to my heart’s content last night, I finally greeted the last morning of the Guryongjaengpa.
My family gathered together to eat the breakfast provided by Sollim Temple, and suddenly I felt my mother’s suspicious gaze on me.
“Have I been caught already…?”
My mother is either pregnant or going to be. The embryo of a Dangseonggong is already in her womb, and a super sperm has been injected to fertilize the egg.
But because she doesn’t know that fact, she’s suspicious of why I’m not coming to her room at night.
“Even if she’s pregnant, the biggest problem is whether it’s okay to do it at this early stage…”
It’s also true that I’m salivating more for the limited edition Milp Mae Sohyang that can only be obtained during the event period.
But if you delve deeper, the fundamental problem is that I’m not sure if it’s okay to do it now or not.
Just in case, my mother opened her mouth when my father left the room after finishing his meal.
“Son, were you not in your room last night?”
“…Yes.”
My mother looked at me with a disappointed look. Of course, she probably knows that I checked if I was there or not.
If she had looked at it entirely from her son’s perspective, she would have been disappointed if she had come to see me at night and found that I wasn’t there.
“Who was it?”
“Hwasan, Maesohyang Yeohyeop.”
“Haah…”
My son is getting smaller. Infinitely smaller.
My mother openly said that she didn’t like her, but since she found her pretty, her shoulders must have shrunk.
“So, are you going to take her away?”
“No.”
My mother let out a sigh of relief, but still looked at me with a complicated gaze.
“Having a child…”
“I definitely didn’t do that.”
My mother knows the existence of grammar. That is, she will believe that there is absolutely no responsibility for having a child.
On the other hand, she probably thinks that there is nothing wrong with anything else except for that.
“You did something wrong…”
“Son, do you know the meaning of the word ‘wrong’?”
“…Yes?”
My mother’s question is not good. It seems like she’s feeling very upset.
“Doing something wrong means recognizing that it’s something you shouldn’t do next time. Son, you won’t do it again, will you?”
“…”
I felt my words stuck in my throat. I know myself too well.
Even now, when my soul is in turmoil, I felt a list of women I want to have in my head.
Hwangbosega’s Hwangbo Hyosun, Ami’s Monga, Pengga’s Yang Hajung, and Mayou’s Yeong Hogyeong. If even Ho Yeondo of Sollim Temple shows some interest, I want to have her too.
