Chapter 8 – Episode 8 – Eat and Be Eaten (1)

That day, as soon as I lay down on the bed, I fell into sleep as if I fainted. I usually can’t sleep when I have things going on in my head, but that day I was so exhausted both physically and mentally. It was also the day when I had my first sexual experience with a woman through the hands of teacher Ahyeon.

Maybe it was because I woke up in the morning, but my mind was somewhat organized. She still felt a pang in her heart when she thought of her mother now being violated while confined in her annex, but she was able to think about the situation more soberly than she had yesterday. First, I couldn’t guarantee that my reasoning was correct. It felt so unrealistic that as many as 30 mothers were collectively providing sexual favors to children as young as their own. But on the other hand, when I thought about it, I also thought that it was possible because they were mothers. Considering the expectations my parents had for me and the support they would give me, it wasn’t necessarily impossible for my mother to sacrifice her body to help me become a doctor. And are there only 30 mothers like that in this country?

I also wondered if the academy was too lax. Even if blocking my family from seeing my family’s face and not allowing me to see my mother’s face with my ID are measures taken by the academy to hide the corruption, would it be possible to hide it for nearly a year with just that? In fact, I noticed it after a month, and the children in the annex group seemed to know whose son I was. But on the other hand, what good does it matter if you know? The mother was not forced to be raped; she offered her body voluntarily. If I couldn’t bear this situation, I could run out of the academy, but if I did that, all of her mother’s sacrifices would have been meaningless.

However, all of these concerns were based on the assumption that my reasoning was correct. Maybe the 29 slaves are just prostitutes paid for by the academy, Han Mi-jeong is not Se-hwan’s mother, and my mother is living with her father at home as usual. She suddenly missed her mother like crazy. I thought I should call her mom.

Although possession of smartphones was prohibited, phone calls could be made using the public phone on the first floor. I had to write down my name and who I was calling, but that didn’t really matter. Furthermore, I hurried down to the first floor, picked up the receiver, and dialed the number. The time was 11 am. After a long beep, my mom answered the phone and said, “Hello.” Hearing my mother’s voice for the first time in a month sounded so beautiful that I felt like crying.

“Mom, it’s me.”

“Yes, son. I should have called you anyway, but I kept putting it off because I was afraid it would interfere with my studies. Nothing bad, right?”

“Yes. Mom?”

“Mom, everything is okay. Are you eating properly?”

“Yeah…”

A typical conversation ensued that could have been exchanged between any hat. But I felt like I heard someone’s voice next to me. I couldn’t hear exactly what he was saying, but it sounded like a male voice.

“Is there anyone next to me?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ah…”

My mom would be at the beauty salon at this time, so there was nothing strange about her having a male customer.

However, the sound of ‘ok’ was heard through the phone. I couldn’t tell exactly what the sound was over the phone, but it didn’t sound like something you would hear in a hair salon. And I could hear the laughter of several men, not just one.

“What do you mean?”

“Huh? Oh, no. It’s the sound coming from the TV. It’s because a variety show is on.”

This wasn’t a surprising answer either. But her mother’s voice sounded somehow strange and unnatural. She seemed to be slightly trembling, as if she was talking while walking or running.
“Wonjoong, mom is a little busy right now. She will call later in the evening, so you can answer?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Okay, then let’s talk later.”

“Yeah…”

For some reason, my mom hung up the phone urgently. Actually, there was nothing strange about that either. In fact, it was even weirder to have a phone call like this. If she had guests now, and she was working, she would say that her mom wouldn’t answer the phone and call back later, or even if she did, she would call back, and she would have hung up right away. Of course, it may have been a bit long because it had been so long since I called her son, but it felt a little strange. And crucially, just before the phone hung up, I heard a man’s voice. I may have misheard, but it definitely sounded like this to my ears.

“Who wants to hang up, you fucking bitch?”

As soon as the phone hung up, I called my mom’s hair salon number again. I held the phone for a while, but no one answered the phone.

Even after returning to the room and lying down on the bed, I couldn’t calm down. I kept trying to reassure myself that I must have heard wrong, but the image of Jang Tae-ju and his gang surrounding my mother who was talking on the phone with me and humiliating her as a group kept appearing in my mind. But what I couldn’t understand was the fact that every time I thought of that image, blood kept rushing to my dick. NTR, I knew about the wall called Netorare, but I had never imagined it myself. I couldn’t tell exactly whether this feeling that was squeezing my heart was anger or excitement. But I couldn’t erase the scene that kept playing in my head.

Even though I tried to study, I couldn’t get my hands on it, and I spent a lot of time lying in bed suffering, and before I knew it, it was dinner time. Since I hadn’t eaten a single meal all day, I wandered down to the restaurant. There were fewer people than usual. The guys eating here and there also seemed somewhat quiet today. Today is the day to embrace slaves, so some of them must have already done their work. Then, thinking that there might be a guy who was fucking my mom just a moment ago or who is planning on fucking my mom in a moment, I suddenly felt nauseous and couldn’t eat anymore. I threw away less than half of my food and went back up to my room.

At 7:30 p.M., Housemaster Yoo Chan-hyung came to my room. ‘This bastard probably touched my mom too, right?’ Now, everyone who sees me as nothing more than the guy who violated my mother. While I followed the housemaster to the annex, the housemaster explained several things to me. The time limit is until midnight today. In the meantime, I can ask the woman I choose to do anything. Women are literally slaves and absolutely obey any instructions. If a woman does not obey, no matter how trivial, she can report it to the housemaster or write it down on the slave profile on the intranet. Starting from midnight today, a user review bulletin board will be opened on the slaves’ profiles, and they will be able to freely write anything they want to share with other students on the bulletin board.

The room I chose, Jiyoung Lee, was on the second floor. Again she remembered her profile and the face in the video where she was crying and being raped. She was pleading with someone she called ‘honey’ to tell her to stop. If my guess is correct, the person holding the camera in front was probably her husband. She is a 44-year-old female teacher who graduated from the English Education Department and is the same age as her mother. How did she end up here?

The door opened and Jiyoung Lee appeared. She was wearing an off-shoulder white mini dress that hugged her body. Her hair, which reached about her shoulders, was combed neatly, as seen in her videos, leaving her forehead exposed. Rather than being a female teacher, she looked like a woman working at a brothel in a movie or drama. She greeted me with a smile, but she looked tired and tired, and her smile seemed forced.

Yusugam left, and I went into the room with Jiyoung. The room was the same size and had the same structure as Teacher Ahyeon’s room, but it somehow lacked the feeling of people living there. Jiyoung led me to the living room sofa and sat me down, then she knelt in front of me and bowed deeply, bowing her head to the floor.
“My name is Lee Ji-young. I will work hard to ensure that my master has a good time. Please feel free to use her to your heart’s content.”

It was something like this… My head was filled with thoughts of my mother, and it was painful to feel like my mother was doing the same thing no matter what Jiyoung did, but there was a woman around my mother’s age in front of me with an attitude of absolute submission, calling me master and being respectful. It was also quite exciting. Her mother was gradually being erased from her mind, and Jiyoung in front of her was taking its place. This was ‘a very big reward.’

“Lift your head up.”

For some reason, I couldn’t speak informally easily. Jiyoung raised her head. She had such a pretty face that I was surprised that it was my turn. Although she had a cold and haughty appearance, she also had a seductiveness. She had a look that would steal the attention of nine out of ten men who met her on the street.
“Stand up.”

Jiyoung stood upright with her hands clasped in front of her. She was so embarrassed that her gaze was directed to the floor. Her tight dress allowed me to fully appreciate the curves of her body. She was slim overall, but her waist was small, and her hips were wide open. Her breasts couldn’t be said to be big, but she had already seen in the video that her shape was pretty and that she had firmness.

‘So this woman is also the mother of someone at this academy? Then, this bitch’s son might be fucking my mom right now.’

Suddenly her feeling of pity disappeared, and her anger took its place. Maybe she wanted to be like this from the beginning. After all the hypocrisy and pretense were shed, didn’t I end up cumming on Teacher Ahyeon’s hand while watching this bitch get trampled?

I got up from her sofa and walked towards her.