Chapter 28 Father's Secret Adultery with Mother

My mother clenched her two rows of fine, white teeth together so tightly that she almost bit her lower lip until it bled. The shame that rose from the depths of her soul—the shame of being conquered by her own son—transformed into extremely faint moans, like the low whimpers of a cat, lingering in her heaving chest: “Slow… slow down… please…” However, these weak yet seductive pleas, falling into my ears which were already filled with lust, were like the most potent fuel for my violent emotions.

My two strong hands, bulging with veins from tension, were like two giant…