There Is Nothing to Enjoy in a Small Rural Town 465

Chapter 465 – Part 2 4. Into the Corruption (4)

Part 2 4. Into the Corruption (4)

It is difficult to create something out of nothing, but easy to make one out of two. ‘Beginning’ is difficult, but ‘more’ is not so difficult. If it’s a bad thing, it’s not just a bad thing, but if it’s something that benefits oneself or satisfies unspeakable desires, even if it’s antisocial, deterioration happens quickly. Unable to forget the filthy pleasure he once tasted, he continues to crave it until he finds himself submerged up to his waist in mud.

Junhyung was like that. His collapsed and twisted ego was not in the muddy water, but in a place where it shouldn’t be at this moment, with eyes bloodshot with desire widening and holding its breath. It is not an exaggeration to say that the formation of his castle wall was ruined, it was created by the woman he was closest to, loved the most, and hurt the most. Although there was a man who manipulated her behind the scenes, it was Chae-kyung herself who betrayed him from the front and left a scar that would never heal.

However, not everyone will have such a tendency just because a woman was taken away, that her lover cheated on her, or that she had a transit breakup. Everyone will be sad, suffer, and tremble with anger, but one day they will shake off and get up and go again in search of pure love. Even if the next love fails and struggles again, there is nothing to be ‘excited’ about what happened to you.

That’s why it would be difficult to say that it was Chae-kyung who made Jun-hyung the way he is now. Rather, it would be fair to say that it was Yi-yul and Hee-joo who didn’t even know what he was doing that accelerated his distortion. The fact that her beloved mother, who sometimes looked at her with dark eyes, showed other men lascivious acts she had never even imagined was enough to drive her Jun-hyung crazy.

It was difficult to blindly blame Hee-joo. Of course, cheating your son, mixing your body with your son’s friend, or engaging in online prostitution by being attracted to money and atmosphere are immoral acts that are difficult to defend. But could Hee-joo have known? Lee Yul, who thought all of this was an innocent victim, was managing behind the scenes. How could Hee-joo know that he, who she thought was being threatened by her, actually prepared everything for her, drew her in, and received every single video of her from behind and passed it on to her son.

The act of deceiving everyone around her and selling her body on the Internet was certainly to be condemned, but she was a matter of morality and conscience, and no one could stop her if she chose to do so. She is an adult, and she is not at an age where she can make her own decisions. She said that Hee-joo would not be proud of her own choice all her life, but if she changed her mind and went out shamelessly, even if her people cursed at her inside, she would respect her choice on the outside. You will have to.

But showing it to her son is a different story. She didn’t mean to be seen, but she was seen by her brother-in-law anyway, and she drove a big nail into his heart that would never fall out of her. It is not the kind of nail that an unfilial son drives into the heart of a parent, or the kind of nail that a student drives into the heart of a teacher. The lustful figure of a mature woman that will remain there forever. Her voluptuous breasts and smooth thighs, her face struggling with pleasure and her vagina being harassed by the hands of an unknown man. That will remain inside Junhyung for the rest of his life. She will not be able to shake it off for the rest of her life and will live in confusion.

It would be fortunate if it just ended with Jun-hyung’s inner problems, but unfortunately it didn’t. So, isn’t Junhyung sneaking in here? Late at night, when everyone is asleep. Unable to control his forbidden sexual desire, he was now hiding in his mother’s room. Looking down at Hee-joo’s body, which was not even covered with a blanket because of the hot weather, he bit his lower lip and held something in his fists. He was incredibly, incredibly patient.

Hee-joo falls asleep wearing only a cotton sleeveless shirt and one pair of panties. Her thighs, lying on her side against the wall, glisten in the moonlight streaming in through her window. It will be soft. It must be very soft. Her mother’s thighs, which another man had arbitrarily massaged. Appreciating the curve as it rises slowly from her anklebone, the river of beautiful white skin immediately widens. Skinny thighs. Her thighs are pure white, fueling her sexual desire. Floats an invisible ferry. It started on her lap, climbed up, and when it touched the light blue cloth, the power went into the clenched fist more strongly.

A very small area is covered by a very small cloth. What percentage of the body’s surface area is this? This place, which must be few and far between, is of equal importance to all other places. Some kind of boy who sells his body on an adult TV show touches and enjoys such a place to his heart’s content. That fact drove Junhyung crazy.

Jealousy boils over. My mother, my mother A bug-like thing that appeared out of nowhere, touched and poked at me, and made me go away. He couldn’t accept that fact. A man named Impro has no right to his mother. No, since her father passed away, he, as her son, is the only one who has the right to a woman named Kim Hee-joo. Hasn’t it been like that since ancient times? When his father dies, his son inherits the headship. It’s a patriarchal, very primitive and pre-modern sexist idea, but it was like that anyway. Even if the mother wanted her family reunion, it was a common human system that she had to seek permission from her son, the head of the household. Yes, mom is my property now.

She has to be herself to enjoy that body and to see her erotic figure. There was no way to affirm mother-child incest as a pre-modern value, but women in a family are subordinate to the head of the family, so if Jun-hyung would do it, Hee-joo should follow suit. By the way, where did she dare to eat with a bastard who doesn’t even know where she rolled? She needs to be scolded should be punished If so, Junhyung deserves to have someone else examine Heejoo’s body in the past.

Her will to persevere disappears. The rationality that had been holding on to Lee Jun-hyeong, a normal person, is scattered. The strength in both hands loosened, his breathing calmed down, and his wide-eyed eyes returned to normal. However, the spirit has crossed a river that can never return to the past.

Slowly she stretches out her arm and touches her mother’s feet. No reaction. I guess so. Her mother is so insensitive that she can’t recall her really normal appearance in her sleep. Maybe she was able to raise her two children for 20 years as a single mother because she slept soundly when she had to sleep and her quality of sleep was guaranteed. Of course, what does that matter now?

This time she puts her hand on her calf. She rubbed it with her index, middle, and ring fingers, but she still couldn’t even hear her breathing. She is sleeping well She must sleep well. Don’t wake up Junhyung prayed to her.

His hands come up to his thighs. Junhyung slipped his hand into his panties while gently pressing his thigh with the tips of his five fingers. Standing already stiff, waiting for her sexual stimulation, he gently grips his cock and enjoys her mother’s thighs for a moment. She obviously came with the intention of doing so, but she doesn’t particularly shake her hand. It wasn’t that I had come to my senses and had calmed down my sexual desire, it was because I wanted to quietly enjoy this soft skin.

His hand moves slowly to his panties. After appreciating the softness of his skin for a while, Junhyung slightly lifted the panty line on the side of his thigh and inserted a finger with that hand. It was there. His desire and unwholesome black heart ended there. Junhyung couldn’t go further, couldn’t retreat, and stood still. Sandwiching one of his fingers between his mother’s panties and her thigh, he began to masturbate. He was imperfect, but satisfied with this. At least for today, at least for today.

It was late at night, and Junhyung was not the only one who was secretly immersed in something. Recently, Ga-hye, who had been plagued by the sound of her roommate and her boyfriend overlapping each other at night, was out of the house and wandering the streets. She knew this would happen, but she didn’t expect it to happen. No, that bastard doesn’t even want to go home. If you want to do it with Chae-gyeong every night like that, you can do it in your own room.

Gahye knew. She wonders why Yi-yul doesn’t dare to leave this house. He violated Chae-gyeong until she collapsed from exhaustion without skipping a day, but his purpose was different. Chae-kyung’s athletic friend. Although her appearance does not match that of Chae-kyung, who has big breasts, her face does not make her stand out. He intended to re-establish the relationship that had passed from Yeongmo’s house to Eoyeongbuyeong with this opportunity.

She didn’t have a great sense of distance, as she had already physically hit the navel, but her mind was different. She had no intention of becoming a female who fawned over Yi-yul like Ga-hye and Chae-kyung, and she did not want to be an equal sex partner. I will be compared to her friends, but I absolutely do not want to be treated like that.

She certainly wasn’t bad with her inner compatibility, but her hatred for Lee Yi-ryul was stronger than that. If that bastard hadn’t appeared, Jun-hyung and Chae-kyung would still be dating happily. Just like in high school, as the two became a couple, they would be a little neglected, but the three musketeers wouldn’t have disbanded, and they wouldn’t have to suffer from the feeling that something was wrong every day like they do now.

But it seemed that she would not be able to bear it if she continued to remain at home. It seemed to me that I would give in from the bottom of my heart to the vile man’s display, and would not be able to reject his touch one day. It was a premonition, not anxiety. If she continues to be exposed to her friend’s joy in the house, her heart will slowly crumble like a wet sandcastle. So Gahye came out like this.