Chapter 084: Confession

Yumi sat on the sofa, sobbing uncontrollably.

It was the first time Jihoon had ever seen her this heartbroken, and her tears instantly threw him into a state of panic.

He stood there frozen, utterly at a loss, looking visibly flustered.

Finally, rushing over, he hurriedly pulled a wet wipe from her bag and held it out to her.

But Yumi, her eyes streaming with tears, had no mind to take it.

In the end, Jihoon took the wipe and began gently dabbing away her tears.

When the wipe touched the corner of her eye, Yumi’s body trembled.

She instinctively pulled away, then took the wipe.

Her sobs grew quieter.

“Mom, I’m sorry…”

Seeing Yumi’s evasive movement, a flicker of loneliness crossed Jihoon’s eyes as he spoke in a deeply discouraged tone.

“You haven’t wronged me. You’ve wronged your birth parents, your current father, and yourself…”

Yumi’s eyes held sorrow as she spoke between sobs.

At the end, she let out a deep sigh.

Though five or six days had passed, the sorrow in her heart seemed no less.

The frantic work schedule had numbed her temporarily, but now it was weekend again, and her husband was away.

Yumi found herself longing for work hours… at least then she could feel occupied.

After saying this, Yumi went to prepare dinner.

Though only five or six days had passed, I could clearly see she had grown thinner.

Her appetite had been poor these days, her mind restless, leaving her looking utterly haggard.

The couple ate dinner in heavy silence.

Afterward, Yumi began tidying up while Jihoon sat on the sofa, hesitating to speak.

This had been the pattern for days—each time he waited there, Yumi would simply retreat to their bedroom without a word.

“Go back to your room and do your homework first. I’ll come check your work and study plan for the week in a bit…”

Yumi suddenly addressed Jihoon from the kitchen as she tidied up.

Yet, a hint of resignation tinged her voice, and she didn’t glance at him once as she spoke.

“Oh…”

Jihoon seemed genuinely surprised that Yumi had spoken to him.

Once he returned to his bedroom, out of her sight, a faint smile finally touched his lips.

No matter what, the fact that she was willing to speak to him and check his schoolwork meant things were starting to warm up.

Maybe the next conversation would go smoother.

After tidying up, Yumi went to the bathroom to wash up.

Standing before the full-length mirror, she studied her own reflection and took several deep breaths.

Yumi entered Jihoon’s bedroom.

When she opened the door and saw his back, a faint haze filled her eyes.

This scene had been so familiar just last week.

During that time, she’d come every night in her pajamas to tutor him.

She never imagined that when she experienced this scene again, everything would have changed so drastically.

Jihoon heard the door open but didn’t turn around.

His fingers tightened around the pen.

After calming herself, Yumi approached him and slowly took the homework notebook from his hands.

Yumi hadn’t scrutinized Jihoon’s work closely these past few days.

She tried to remain calm as she reviewed it, her brow furrowing slightly as she read.

It was obvious his recent assignments were a complete mess, leaving her deeply dissatisfied.

Whenever Yumi discussed a student’s studies or homework, her expressions always became very animated…perhaps that was simply an occupational hazard for any teacher.

As Yumi took the notebook, Jihoon couldn’t help but glance at her beside him.

He felt deeply disappointed.

This time, Yumi wasn’t wearing that conservative nightgown, let alone anything sexy.

Instead, she was dressed in a standard work outfit… a blouse and pants.

Seeing this, even a fool would know Yumi was guarding against Jihoon.

Loose pajamas would have made it easier for him to force himself on her if he tried again, but her formal attire was different.

Just undoing her buttons and unbuttoning her pants would keep him busy for a while.

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Once Yumi got down to work, she was utterly focused.

As she began reviewing Jihoon’s homework notebook, she immersed herself completely, oblivious to his peeping.

Truthfully, she had little to worry about… her layers offered no risk of accidental exposure.

After finishing Jihoon’s workbook, Yumi moved on to review all his exam papers from that day.

Though she taught Korean, her English and math skills were strong.

Back in school, Yumi had been a genuine academic star.

While she hadn’t mastered every subject in middle school, she was still far more proficient than Jihoon in all of them.

Yumi shot Jihoon a complicated look.

Today, she finally finished reviewing his homework and exam papers in silence, gaining insight into his recent mental state and academic performance.

It wasn’t just Yumi who had grown gaunt these past days—Jihoon had too.

As time passed, Yumi’s resentment and hatred toward him had somewhat faded.

Though Jihoon was a big boy, his age still showed in the lingering traces of youth on his face.

Standing close, seeing the worry in his eyes and the hollows in his cheeks, a flicker of pity crossed Yumi’s own eyes.

All this time, Yumi had been wrestling with her feelings.

From the video footage, I knew that if I had come home then, she would have confessed everything.

She didn’t know what consequences would follow, but her expression made it clear… she had hesitated, but honesty had the upper hand.

Now, after so many days, the advantage of confessing was slowly shrinking while the advantage of hiding it was growing.

Now, as Yumi looked at Jihoon, who knew what thoughts swirled within her?

In the end, she could only sigh.

She truly didn’t know how to face him anymore.

Every time she imagined confessing to me when I returned home, worry and anxiety appeared on her face.

This inner conflict tormented her most.

“I’ll tutor you again these next two days. You need to be serious and make up everything you’ve fallen behind on…” 

Yumi stared at Jihoon for a long moment before saying this with a sigh.

It seemed she had no choice, and she felt utterly helpless.

“Oh…”

Jihoon merely responded with a muted acknowledgment.

The once-easy, open communication between mother and son had vanished, replaced by a thick wall that now stood between them.

“Do you know you were wrong? Why did you do that?”

Yumi knew that unless they talked this through, all her tutoring would be in vain.

“I don’t know why I did it either… I just couldn’t hold back. At that moment, I couldn’t control myself…”

Hearing Yumi’s question, Jihoon’s face flushed slightly.

He avoided her gaze, tilting his head as he pondered for a long time, but couldn’t find the right words.

“Tell me the details. I need to know exactly what happened. Tonight is our only chance. I’m giving you this chance to talk openly with me. If you don’t tell me tonight, I won’t listen to any explanations afterward. Everything will depend on what happens when he returns. Whatever fate awaits us, we’ll just have to accept it…”

Yumi was clearly unhappy with his vague answer. She couldn’t understand anything from it.

“I don’t know either. I just feel this… every night and when I wake up in the morning, my penis feels swollen. My mind is filled with thoughts of women’s bodies. Sometimes, when I see a woman’s figure on the street, I feel a cold sensation in my pants. At night, when I take off my pants, it feels all sticky…”

Jihoon began describing his sensations, unable to meet Yumi’s gaze.

He kept his head down, almost as if talking to himself.

“I know all this. These are normal signs of puberty. Having sexual desires is natural. What I want to know is why you targeted me?”

Yumi cut him off, getting straight to the point, seemingly unwilling to waste words.

“It’s because Mom is so sexy and beautiful… Every time I see you in pajamas… I can’t stand it…”

Jihoon stole a glance at her before mumbling bashfully.

This shy, awkward boy looked nothing like the rapist from that night.

Could sexual impulse truly alter a person’s nature so drastically?

“You think Mom is… beautiful? Sexy?”

Yumi froze.

Had her worst fears finally come true?

Was it because she dressed too casually around Jihoon?

“Yes. In my heart, Mom is the most beautiful woman. None of the girls in my class or women outside can compare to you. Mom, you’re kind… you took me in. You’re gentle… you wash my clothes, cook for me, tutor me… That’s why you’re the most important person in my heart. Even if I had to give my life for you, I wouldn’t hesitate. I love you, Mom. I’ll only ever love you…”

Jihoon suddenly summoned an unknown courage, looking directly into Yumi’s eyes as he poured his heart out.

Seeing his expression, I knew these words weren’t fake… they came straight from his soul.

Jihoon’s impassioned confession left Yumi stunned. 

After all, Yumi and I had fallen in love freely; I rarely spoke to her with such raw emotion.

Our connection was one where everything was understood without words, our feelings were mostly unspoken.

Yumi had likely never experienced a situation like this before… being confessed to so intensely by a male, let alone her own adopted son.

“Jihoon, you must understand… I am your mother, and always will be. When you grow up, you can find a woman, marry, and have children. You’re still so young. Do you realize how naive your thoughts are right now?”

A soft warmth fluttered through Yumi’s eyes despite herself, her tone softening considerably as she tried to reason with him patiently.

“And… Well… Actually, when Mom slept in my room… I secretly touched you a few times… almost every night… every single night. At first, I kept trying to restrain myself, but in the end… And that night, when you took birth control pills… I thought you knew what happened the night before… but you didn’t say anything… I thought…”

Jihoon stammered. His point was clear: he had noticed Yumi secretly taking the pills, and assumed she hadn’t actually been fully asleep when he violated her boundaries previously. 

He’d interpreted her silence as implicit permission, leading to this situation.

Hearing Jihoon’s words, Yumi closed her eyes in anguish.

She realized that while Jihoon was certainly at fault, he was still just a child.

As an adult woman, she had failed to notice the subtle signs in his behavior.

She had indulged his mistakes and neglected to correct him when she saw his misguided tendencies.

The consequences had unfolded before her eyes.

If blame were to be assigned, the greater responsibility fell upon her… his mother and guardian.

But now it was too late for regrets.

Everything had already happened.

“I’m partly to blame for all this too. That night, I just didn’t want to make things awkward. I didn’t know how to face you, and I was afraid waking up would crush your self-esteem. I thought you would know when to stop… I never expected it would give you the wrong signal… Sigh… What on earth am I supposed to do now?”

Saying this, Yumi felt even more agonizingly torn.

Who should bear the consequences of all this?

The anxiety made her want to burst into tears again.

“Mom, don’t cry. When Dad gets back, just pin everything on me. Tell him I drugged your drink… drugged your drink… and… raped  you… I won’t let Mom suffer any injustice or harm…”

Jihoon clenched his teeth when he saw her like this. Trying to act like a little man, he spoke to her with determination.

Sitting in front of my computer screen, watching Jihoon put on this “manly” facade filled me with disgust.

But Yumi froze, her expression filled with surprise and confusion.

Seeing her reaction, an ache of concern tightened in my chest…

How could a grown woman like Yumi… be so easily “fooled” by a boy like Jihoon?

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