Chapter 7 – Episode 7 – Enlightenment

Of the 29 women, 13 had the green icon. But I opened all the women’s profiles and videos in order, including the red icons. The preview video was about 20 to 30 minutes long, but I couldn’t watch it all, so I had no choice but to skip the video as it went on. All filming locations were the same, and the composition and content were almost identical. The man was also the same person. There were many cases where the women were calm at first, like the first woman named Lee Ji-young, whom I saw with the teacher, but then later cried and protested, and there were also cases where she cried from the beginning or remained calm until the end.

As time was running out, and she was quickly scrolling through the pages, the 24th woman caught her eye. She was already a woman who could not be chosen because she was a red icon. Her name was Han Mi-jeong. She was 42 years old, two years younger than her mother. She had a petite body, but her breasts and buttocks were nicely puffy, and she had no flab. In short, she was a young lady who didn’t look like she was in her 40s, but could be seen as being in her early 30s. With her short hair, her overall face gave a friendly and cute impression, and her facial expression in the photo was smiling brightly. Her appearance alone was enough of a quality product, but she caught my eye because I felt like I had seen her before somewhere. Her lively and friendly smile and charm, white skin and small, soft body. But she couldn’t think of anything. I really wanted to fuck this woman named Han Mi-jeong, but she had no choice but to give up this time. She clearly seemed to be a very popular girl, so she had no choice but to move up the rankings starting next week.

Finally, 10 minutes before midnight, I chose a girl. It was Lee Ji-young, the first person I saw together in Teacher A-hyeon’s room. It’s not that there weren’t better women out there, but there was something appealing about her that reminded me of her excitement as she cummed on her teacher’s hand, and she was the only woman who watched her from beginning to end without even flipping through the video, so I actually watched her. I also had a desire to do so.

Once the woman had made her choice, she wanted to watch the rest of the videos, but she was too tired and just wanted tomorrow to come quickly, so she decided to just sleep. Whether tomorrow or the day after, these videos can be viewed again at any time. As she was about to turn off the computer and go to bed, looking forward to the next day, a memory suddenly came to her, as if she had been hit with a hammer, and she jumped out of bed, ran back to her desk, and turned on the computer. And again, I found Han Mi-jeong, number 24, in the photos of slaves.

Name: Han Mi-jeong

Age: 42 years old

Education: Graduated from XX Girls’ High School

Occupation: Restaurant

Family: Husband (47), Son (20)

Height: 158 cm

Weight: 48 kg

Body: 33-24-35

The restaurant industry was the first thing that caught my eye. I played the video right away.

An image of Han Mi-jeong sitting on the sofa appeared. She was wearing a dark blue one-piece dress that was see-through on her upper chest and arms. She had dyed her brown bobbed hair behind her ear and looked cute, but with her mature outfit, she also had a genie announcer-like feel. Unlike other women who had a heavy expression, Han Mi-jeong had a bright smile on her face. The audio was deleted in the beginning of all the videos, but the sight of her smiling brightly while talking about something with the person in front of her was very attractive.

Unlike other women’s videos, including Lee Ji-young, the man did not touch her breasts from behind, but sat next to her. So his face came into the screen composition, but only the man’s face was pixelated. The man grabbed her face and started sucking her lips. Rather than saying he was kissing, it would have been more accurate to say he was ‘sucking and licking his lips’. Han Mi-jeong did not reject at all and was accepting the man’s lips and tongue. She even caressed the man’s plump chest with her small, slender hands. The man seemed to be getting more and more excited as his bloated body began to cover Han Mi-jeong’s small body. He held her back with one hand and licked her pretty face, while with his other hand he kneaded her breasts and her waist, which rose beautifully above her clothes.

The scene changed, and the man was completely naked. Han Mi-jeong had both her one-piece dress and bra pulled down and hung around her waist, exposing her fair upper body. Breasts that were swollen enough to fit in one hand, small pink nipples, slim waist, and milky white skin were delicate and clean, more like a body in the early or mid-20s than in the 40s, and especially in contrast to the man’s fat and dirty body. It looked more pathetic and beautiful.

However, even with such a thin body, she was more active than other women. She was using her hands and mouth to provide the best service between the crotches of a half-lying man with his back against her armrest. Her soft hands were caressing her thighs and buttocks, her little lips were wide open to take the glans into her mouth, sucking on it, running her tongue over the underside of his penis, and even licking his hairy balls. And throughout all of that service, her gaze never left the man’s eyes, and she never lost her smile for a moment.

The scene changed again and Han Mi-jeong was now completely naked. She was being fucked by the man from behind with her hands on the table with her face towards the camera.
“Aaaaa…?
As someone who has no sexual experience whatsoever, I couldn’t tell if she was acting or if it was real. However, whether it was service to please a man or the pleasure she felt while being humiliated, at least her mindset was completely different from other women. A wisp of saliva was dripping from her open mouth as she let out a charming moan, and her eyes seemed to be hazy and drunk. She was bouncing and moving her waist in accordance with the rhythm of the man fucking her.

Then the man’s movements doubled in speed, and he thrust his hips hard and vomited semen into her pussy, a stream of fluid seen running down his thighs. To Han Mi-jeong’s surprise, when the man finished ejaculating her, she knelt in front of his dick and even cleaned the penis, which was dirty with her mucus and foam, with her lips and tongue. And while watching the video, I, who was massaging her dick, looked into the eyes of the man outside her and saw her face licking his dick with all her heart, and I poured out her semen again.

Calming her pounding heart, she thought as she pulled out a tissue and wiped away her semen. It was definitely true. I once saw this woman named Han Mi-jeong. When she was in middle school, I only saw her face a few times, but she was Se-hwan’s mother when she ran the snack shop. She stopped by a couple of times on her way home and I remember buying tteokbokki and ramen. She never went with Sehwan. Because she wasn’t that close. She probably went alone, or perhaps with a classmate of hers whom she met by chance on the way home from school. Despite this, she was bright and lively and was exceptionally kind to children who wore the same school uniform as her son. As she was serving food, she remembered her heart pounding at the sight of her young lady’s pale upper breasts peeking through her t-shirt. And the memory of not only me but also other guys glancing at her back in her jeans and her apron, and the lines of her waist and hips came back to me.

Maybe I’m mistaken? But the more I looked, the more I realized it was Sehwan’s mother. A woman of that level of beauty is rare. At the time, Se-hwan’s mother, who ran her snack shop, and my mother, who ran a beauty salon, were two equals in beauty who were recognized in her neighborhood to the extent that it was difficult to determine who was superior. And the timing was so perfect. This is where I met Sehwan by chance for the first time in years, and his mother appeared. But thinking about it that way made her even more strange. In other places, why is Sehwan’s mother on the list of slaves?

Then, the things I had unconsciously tried to ignore came to mind one by one and began to connect in my head like putting together puzzle pieces. Why on earth would the son of a hair salon and a son of a snack shop be admitted to an academy of such high standard that there are heirs of conglomerates? My parents’ bloodshot eyes and my mother’s messy hair on the day of the interview. No. 1 Lee Ji-young was grabbed and eaten by her hair. We entered the rooms one at a time without overlapping each other so that we could not see our families before the other children entered the room. My mother’s carrier bag was loaded into the car. The dirty touch of Yu Chan-hyung, who was stroking her mother’s hand.

These 29 women were all native mothers. No, originally there would be 30 people. There is one woman I cannot see with my ID. My name is Jeong In-ae, and I am a 44-year-old mother. Unlike the 120 mothers who paid a large amount of money to enroll their sons, 30 mothers who sacrificed themselves to relieve their sons’ sexual desires by sending them to expensive academies so that they could enter good universities are now together in the annex. It is in. And maybe tomorrow some of my colleagues will use my mother’s body to vent their built-up sexual desires. Maybe… Her mother was already defiled with several men’s semen. She must have been humiliated on the day of the interview, and looking at the atmosphere, house manager Yoo Chan-hyung could have violated her mother from the first day. And the 10 children in the annex… Must have already tasted her mother’s body.

Only now did I understand the expressions they made every time they saw me in the restaurant. That expression said this.

‘Your mom was delicious’