Chapter 060: Emergency Pills (18+)

After returning to the bedroom, Yumi watched Jihoon lying on the bed, snoring contentedly.

Perhaps exhausted from ejaculating, he slept deeply.

Upon entering the room, Yumi gazed at him with a complex expression.

As she studied his face, a look of motherly love flashed in her eyes.  

No matter what, Jihoon had been the one to make her a mother for the first time. He had let her experience maternal love and sacrifice.

Her gaze drifted down from his face, finally resting on his crotch.

Because he was lying on his back, his sleep pants had sunk down, clearly showing a big bulge.  

Seeing that outline, Yumi’s cheeks instantly turned red with embarrassment.

She had once glimpsed Jihoon’s penis, unintentionally, and not erect, but now, seeing that shape again after what had just happened, it inevitably brought that memory back to her mind.

The thought of Jihoon’s huge penis made Yumi’s breathing quicken.

Everyone knew that the amount of pleasure a man could give a woman depended largely on the size of his cock. Yumi couldn’t help but let her mind wander.  

Yumi stood frozen on the floor for a long while. Finally, she shook her head in annoyance.  

Even now, her mind remained in turmoil.

She tiptoed back to the bed, settling into her sideways position facing away from the headboard, deliberately maintaining a distance from Jihoon.

The psychological wounds Jihoon had inflicted on Yumi tonight would take time to heal.

Seeing her lying quietly on the bed, her breathing uneven, it was clear she couldn’t sleep and her mind remained unsettled.

Watching the video, I couldn’t help but feel Yumi was far too tolerant and indulgent toward Jihoon.

Perhaps as a mother, she rarely expressed surprise, wanting to protect Jihoon’s feelings and self-esteem.

Yet now she’d given him the wrong guidance, leaving her facing a difficult choice.

Moreover, she seemed deeply troubled by her own emotional outburst just moments ago.

I kept skipping through the video.

That night, Jihoon slept deeply and seemed quite comfortable, while Yumi lay awake all night.

The next morning, she rose even earlier than usual, preparing breakfast with a heavy heart.

Each time her gaze fell on our wedding photo on the wall, she would avert her eyes, as if avoiding the sight of our wedding portrait might lessen her sense of guilt.

“Morning, Mom…”

Jihoon wasn’t new to this routine, so he moved with practiced ease.

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, he emerged from the bedroom and greeted Yumi, who was busy in the kitchen.

“Mm, go wash up now…”

Yumi, her thoughts disrupted by Jihoon, replied without looking at him.

Her gaze remained fixed on the kitchen counter, perhaps afraid her eyes would betray her, revealing the truth to Jihoon.

After Jihoon went to the bathroom to wash up, Yumi breathed a sigh of relief.

She then rubbed her flawless cheeks and took several deep breaths, trying to steady her emotions.

After Jihoon finished washing up, the two ate breakfast together.

Being a child, Jihoon had endless things to say.

Yumi responded with half-hearted answers, deliberately avoiding eye contact as much as possible.

She tried to keep her emotions in check, pretending not to know anything, all to maintain their mother-son relationship.

After all, Jihoon was still a child, not particularly adept at reading people’s expressions.

He was confident in his actions and methods, so he didn’t notice Yumi’s unusual behavior at all.

After breakfast, Jihoon and Yumi left for school.

Watching the night’s footage, I knew things wouldn’t stay calm.

My worst fear might already be unfolding—if Yumi continued yielding to Jihoon’s advances with such “weakness.”

I wanted to click the mouse to fast-forward to the coming night, but hesitation gripped me.

Would Yumi still sleep with Jihoon tonight?

Normally, having discovered his advances, she should keep her distance.

Yet she’d just agreed to sleep with him last night… if she suddenly changed her mind, even Jihoon would realize she’d found out something.

What must be faced will be faced.

It had already happened.

Watching the video now was merely revisiting the past; not watching it wouldn’t change anything.

I rubbed my face, trying to calm myself, then set the time to after school…

After school, Jihoon and Yumi returned home.

Jihoon went to his bedroom to do homework while Yumi prepared dinner.

Yumi seemed a bit down… perhaps she hadn’t fully processed things yet, or maybe she hadn’t slept well last night.

Occasional flashes of conflict crossed her face, as if she didn’t know what to do.

I knew her dilemma was about the upcoming night… and whether she should continue sleeping with Jihoon.

After dinner, Jihoon returned to his room to continue his homework, while Yumi went back to her own bedroom.

Jihoon tried to focus on his work but felt too uneasy.

Normally, Yumi would come straight to his room to stay with him and help with his homework.

But tonight, after dinner, she had gone back to her own room first.

Jihoon seemed restless, as those with a guilty conscience tend to overthink.

Unable to focus on his homework, Jihoon quietly opened his bedroom door and tiptoed toward Yumi’s room, hoping to discover what she was doing.

After returning to her room, Yumi had begun changing clothes.

By the time Jihoon reached the doorway, she had already slipped into a modest nightgown.

He had arrived too late—had he come sooner, he might have caught a glimpse of her changing.

Standing at the crack in the door between my and Yumi’s room, Jihoon peered through the gap, feeling a twinge of guilt as he watched her.

He saw her adjusting her nightgown.

Sighing in relief, he realized she’d just come back to change… his worries had been unfounded.

Jihoon prepared to sneak back to his own bedroom.

But just as he started to move, he saw Yumi take a blister pack of pills from her bag.

She glanced at the pack, popped out a pill, and swallowed it.

As she was about to put the pack back, she hesitated, then took it out again, deep in thought.

Moments later, she retrieved another medicine bottle from the cabinet… an old one for regulating female hormones.

She hadn’t used them in a long time, as her health had been stable lately with no signs of hormonal imbalance.

She had originally purchased them out of concern that my health and excessive work stress might disrupt her endocrine system.

Yumi unscrewed the cap and emptied the remaining pills into the trash.

After clearing the bottle, she removed all the pills from the new boxes she’d taken from her bag, carefully transferring each one into the empty bottle.

Once finished, she placed the bottle back in the cabinet and picked up the remaining pill strips.

Thud…

Just as Yumi hesitated with the pill boxes in hand, Jihoon, pressed too close to the door crack, accidentally bumped his head against it, producing a dull thud.

The sound startled Yumi, who turned and immediately spotted Jihoon.

Realizing he’d been discovered, Jihoon pushed the door open.

“Mom, I’m stuck on a problem…”

Jihoon tried to act normal, opening the door and speaking as if he’d just arrived at the bedroom entrance.

Yumi genuinely didn’t notice anything unusual.

She was flustered for a moment, then quickly threw the pill packs into the bedside trash. Her panicked expression was obvious.  

After all, this situation was rather sudden.

“Oh, okay. Mom just finished changing. I’ll help you now…”

After a moment of panic, Yumi quickly regained her composure and replied to Jihoon.

Jihoon turned and returned to his bedroom.

When he left Yumi’s room and entered his own, both mother and son simultaneously patted their chests in near-perfect unison.

That moment had scared them both.  

Jihoon found Yumi’s expression and behavior increasingly peculiar.

Her obvious panic and the deliberate discarding of the medicine box clearly indicated she was hiding something from him.

Just as he sat at his desk deep in thought, Yumi, having composed herself, entered his room.

Mother and son began homework tutoring, though both were preoccupied, barely managing to finish their assignments.

Yumi seemed hesitant to speak, neither certain if the other had discerned their thoughts.

After Jihoon lay down on the bed, Yumi fidgeted for a moment before reluctantly settling beside him.

Jihoon wasn’t asleep. He lay facing away, waiting.

Yumi did the same, but this time she lay on her side.

This position seemed to make her feel a little farther from him.

Her hands rested on her chest, but her fists were clenched tightly, betraying her fear and dread.

After waiting a while, Jihoon felt the time was right.

As he gently rose, Yumi, sensing his movement beside her, clenched her fists tighter.

The inevitable had arrived.

She struggled to control her emotions, seemingly preparing herself for Jihoon’s advances and violation.

Yet when Jihoon finally moved, he knelt on the bed.

Watching Yumi with her back to him, he felt conflicted and uneasy.

Having done wrong behind her back, guilt inevitably gnawed at him.

Even if Yumi acted normally, he’d wonder if she’d discovered his secret.

But her recent actions in his bedroom had hinted at something amiss.

Jihoon slowly shifted his legs, then circled around Yumi’s feet, stepping off the bed and out of the bedroom.

As Jihoon exited, Yumi couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She gently wiped her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand, feeling she had narrowly escaped danger for now.

After leaving the room, Jihoon walked to the bathroom door.

He opened it, then closed it again, remaining outside the entire time without ever stepping inside.

After that, Jihoon began tiptoeing toward Yumi’s room.

Seeing this, I finally understood that Jihoon had opened and closed the bathroom door earlier only to create the illusion that he was going to the bathroom at night, actually concealing his move toward Yumi’s bedroom.

Jihoon slowly approached the bedroom shared by Yumi and me.

Since Yumi’s bedroom door was only slightly ajar, he gently pushed it open and stepped inside.

He then precisely located the trash can.

In the dim light, Jihoon picked up the pill tray and leaned in close to read the text on it.

After examining it, he realized he didn’t recognize the characters on the pill tray.

The dim light only allowed him to make out a few larger characters.

After a few glances, he roughly traced the strokes of these characters before returning the pill tray to its place.

With a hint of confusion, Jihoon slowly made his way back to his own bedroom.

Upon returning, he glanced at Yumi and shook his head in frustration.

Until he understood what was going on, he absolutely mustn’t act rashly.

He made a mental note of the medicine’s name; perhaps he could look it up online and find out.

He could have used his phone to search, but after his grades dropped, Yumi had temporarily confiscated it.

So, he’d have to wait until tomorrow to look it up.

Jihoon’s caution was understandable.

What if Yumi had some illness he didn’t know about?

If he performed oral sex on her or did anything else, it could worsen her condition or even infect him.

Plus, her panicked expression had puzzled him… it was the first time he’d ever seen her so flustered.

After lightly caressing Yumi’s breasts and buttocks through her nightgown, Jihoon reluctantly drifted off to sleep.

But sitting at the computer, my heart remained unsettled for a long time.

Jihoon didn’t recognize the words on the pill pack, but I did.

When he looked at it earlier, I zoomed in with the night vision camera and saw clearly: “NorLevo One” in large letters.

Below that was another line, too faint for Jihoon to notice in the dim light: 

For emergency contraception only…