Chapter 059: Acceptance (18+)

Between her thighs, sparse pubic hair clung together, matted with dried semen.

The sticky residue made her normally smooth pubic hair appear disheveled and chaotic.

She slightly parted her legs, then used two fingers to spread open her pussy lips.

Due to her position, semen that hadn’t flowed out while lying on her side now slowly trickled from her vaginal opening.

The once thick semen now mixed with her own own pussy juices, becoming noticeably thinner and less viscous.

Watching the genuine semen continuously flow from her vagina in the mirror, Yumi lost control once more and began to sob softly.

At this moment, she no longer cared if Jihoon might wake up and discover her.

She knew her body was no longer pure, and there was no turning back.

She could only cry as she turned on the showerhead to wash her body.

The semen Jihoon had smeared on her skin was gradually rinsed away, and finally, she even washed her vagina.

Yet the deepest recesses remained untouched; the residual semen would eventually be absorbed and digested by her body, becoming one with her forever.

Sitting at my computer, I reached into my drawer and pulled out a cigarette.

This pack had been sitting there for months.

I didn’t smoke, but when work felt hopeless or the pressure became too much, I’d have one.

This pack had lasted months, a sign that moments of utter helplessness were rare.

Yet here I was, lighting another cigarette.

My whole body felt slightly numb, my mind hazy.

I couldn’t quite pinpoint how I felt.

My thoughts might mirror Yumi’s.

She was no longer pure.

Though Jihoon hadn’t penetrated her, he’d claimed her through other simple, direct means.

Her body had been defiled.

The thought of Jihoon’s semen inside her made me feel a twinge of nausea.

Though that semen would eventually fade with time, whenever I pictured Yumi’s delicate beauty and form, I could see her body seemingly smeared with Jihoon’s semen… something that could never be washed away or erased.

Yumi harbors no hatred toward Jihoon.

She views him through a mother’s eyes, understanding that sexual desire is perfectly normal for a teenager in puberty.

Her resentment is directed at herself, her carelessness, her inadvertently giving Jihoon opportunities.

Kissing him, agreeing to sleep beside him… these actions unintentionally sent him the wrong signals.

Yumi was a naive and kind woman.

When she thought about problems, she always tried to take the blame herself and make excuses for others.

Yumi didn’t resent Jihoon, but I did.

I decided that after returning home, I would send Jihoon away, to a welfare institution or another family.

As a boy, with so many childless families out there, I believed many would be willing to adopt him.

I couldn’t keep this ticking time bomb in my home any longer.

Jihoon’s actions have already frightened me.

Though I still feel some guilt toward Naomi, that guilt isn’t enough to make me risk losing my wife and destroying my family.

In the video, Yumi had washed herself clean but hadn’t dried off.

Instead, she curled up in the bathtub, hugging her knees and burying her face between them.

She let the shower stream wash over her hair, then flow down her entire body.

She was calming herself down.

As a journalist, I could guess she was contemplating her next move.

Should she confront Jihoon, criticize him, and distance herself afterward?

Or pretend nothing happened, maintain their mother-son relationship, while carefully avoiding giving him opportunities in the future?

Multiple scenarios and thoughts flashed through Yumi’s mind.

Time ticked by.

For the first time ever, I smoked two cigarettes.

As someone who doesn’t smoke, this was unprecedented.

After finishing them, my face felt tight.

In the video, Yumi finally rose from the bathtub.

She dried herself with a towel, then put on her pajama top and bottoms.

But she didn’t wear the panties stained with semen.

Instead, she secretly tossed them into the washing machine in the bathroom, where a pile of old clothes had already accumulated.

Yumi pressed the soiled underwear beneath the others before stepping out of the bathroom.

Standing at the bathroom doorway, Yumi glanced toward Jihoon’s room, then toward our shared bedroom.

Now she faced a choice.

If she returned to her own bedroom now, the guilt-ridden Jihoon would wake up the next morning suspecting that Yumi had discovered his violation of her.

This would inadvertently force a confrontation with Jihoon, making their mother-son relationship unsustainable.

If Yumi returned to Jihoon’s bedroom now, she could pretend nothing had happened when she woke up the next day.

This way, she could keep her precious son and prevent Jihoon from exposing himself in front of her husband.

The family of three could continue as before.

Perhaps as Jihoon grew older, or when he grew tired of her body, he would gradually lose interest in her.

I sat at my computer, watching to see what choice Yumi would make.

I had already decided to kick Jihoon out, so deep down, I hoped she would return to our bedroom, keep her distance from him, and confess everything to me when I got home.

That way, I could forgive her and send Jihoon away.

But what happened next disappointed me.

Yumi ultimately chose acceptance and compromise.

She took a deep breath, then walked toward Jihoon’s bedroom.

She opened the door and stepped inside, and then the door slowly closed…

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