Oh wait! What if… Mom with another guy?!
No way—Mom with someone else?!
This is getting fun! Alright, let's go with [Sex Info]!
I pressed the yellow [Sex Info] button hard—let's see what happens!
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After what happened with Mom, I feel like I've conquered the world.
How do I use this next? Who's my next target?
I never cared about girls before, but after that with Mom, every woman around me catches my eye.
Now that I think about it, ignoring girls all this time…
It was just me running away, pretending I didn't care because I couldn't handle it.
But now, the world feels different—like my mind's been flipped upside down.
Man, I owe that woman from the subway big time!
Wait—she gave me her number!
I should call her sometime when I'm bored. Say thanks, at least…
It's Saturday today—Dad's coming home.
But it feels totally different this time. No idea why, well…
I got up, washed, and ate breakfast—Mom made beef stew, fried potatoes, and other stuffs.
But after last time, I couldn't stop staring at her.
She put some fresh fried potatoes on my plate.
"Mom always babies him!"
Mia, my sister, snapped from across the table.
Ugh, that jerk! Just wait; I'll get you!
"He's the youngest! You could help out instead of getting jealous!"
Mom's words made Mia scowl hard.
"Let it go. She's just cranky 'cause she broke up with her boyfriend!"
"Hey! What do you know, interrupting like that?!"
She raised her fist, and her big chest—thanks to Mom's genes—jiggled like whoa.
Minus her rotten attitude, she's got a decent body and a pretty face…
There's plenty of food—meat, side dishes, you name it.
Mom sat across from me and smiled.
"Mom, did something good happen? You look happy."
She felt so cute to me.
"Good stuff? It's the same every day."
"She's clueless. It's because Dad's coming today," Mia cut in, annoying as ever.
"Oh… right."
"Dad comes home every week, though," Mom scolded her.
"I'm done with my meal. Time for a nap to catch up on my sleep," Mia said, standing up and heading to her room.
"Her skirt swayed over her wide hips—plump and enticing, like a ripe fruit begging to be tasted."
"She barely ate," Mom muttered.
"Probably dieting. She could lose some weight—look at those wobbly hips!"
"Lose what? She looks way better than skinny girls!"
Mom's fair, taking her side this time. Haha.
Oh yeah—does that awakening coupon actually work? Let's test it!
I pretended to chew hard, head down, but snuck my eyes up to Mom's chest.
Come on, do something!
Nothing happened!
Figures—hypnosis might work, but this?
Sex Info? Like in movies? No way it's real!
Mom's head was down, checking WhatsApp messages on her phone.
Even on weekends, work keeps her busy.
Since she wasn't looking, I scanned her—neck, heavy chest in that gray tank top, flat belly…
I pictured that spot where the plums were last time, staring with wild eyes.
Then—gasp!
No way! Suddenly, her chest seemed to tremble—like electric waves hit it—and a flash of light covered her!
The light faded like mist, and a see-through screen popped up in front of her chest!
Holy crap, this is insane!
My jaw dropped—whoa!
Mom didn't notice, still glued to her phone.
A glowing halo around her faded, and an iPad-sized display appeared…
Clear words started forming in real-time.
This can't be happening!!
Bright, glowing letters burned into my eyes:
{Brainwave sync activated by copulin scent from the female's vagina.}
{Open the female's genital status window to view all sex-related data in numbers.}
What?! This… this is that Sex Info… status screen from the app?!
But calling Mom a "female"?!
[Rape Experience: 1 time]
[Pregnancy Chance: 12%]
[Sex Satisfaction: 48%]
[Weekly Frequency: 5]
[Vaginal Arousal: 15%]
[Affection Toward You: 12%]
10% is the default value.
What the heck?!
Is this for real?!
So much info!!
And that's not all!
{Anal data still analyzing…}
{Has given birth.}
{Hypnosis can boost the female's affection toward you!}
{Weekly frequency is the number of sex acts in the last week.}
{Sex satisfaction is from the most recent encounter only—not cumulative.}
{Vaginal arousal shows the current excitement level.}
The words blinked like neon signs—Mom's sex stats flashing before my eyes like subtitles!
Oh crap, no way!!
But… Mom's been raped? By whom? Dad?!
Weekly frequency of 5—did Dad do it that many times last visit?!
Five times with Mom?!
But 48% satisfaction? Good or bad? No baseline, so… unclear.
Still, five times means she liked it, right?!
Affection toward me at 12%—basically zero since 10% is default?
Makes sense—why would Mom feel weird about her son?
But why 12%, not 10%?
Staring at the glowing screen, my head spun.
How did I even get here?!
I can't fully trust these numbers, but this whole thing is unreal!
Still, it stings that Mom's affection for me is rock-bottom.
She climaxed right in front of me under hypnosis, and I thought that'd raise it…
Guess hypnosis and real life are separate.
Then—ding ♬♪—the front door opened.
What now? Oh—Dad's home, dragging his suitcase.
"Honey! You're early!" Mom gasped.
"Left early and encountered no traffic. I didn't stop, and it took just over two hours," he said.
"You should've called! Had breakfast?"
"Nope, came straight up."
"Sit, then. I'll fix something quick!"
Classic Mom—always busy.
Her face lit up seeing Dad.
But watching her so happy… I feel off.
She acts all indifferent about Dad during the week, but now she's giggling like a girl.
Guess that's marriage!
And five times in a weekend? Dad must finish strong every time!
He's kind of impressive…
Ugh, this sucks!
No way my proper and well-mannered mom did it with someone else, right?
Thinking that drags my mood down even more.
"I'll shower and change quick—take your time," Dad said.
"Okay, but hurry!" Mom yelled from the kitchen.
Her gray tank dress hugged her curves—big chest, tight hips.
With a body like that, no wonder Dad can't keep his hands off her, even after a long drive!
She grumbles about him, but she's all excited on weekends—now I get why!
Ugh, so annoying!
Sometimes I wish Dad skipped a weekend, but no—he's always here.
Seeing Mom's stats makes it worse!
That "5" from the screen won't leave my head!
He'll mess with her again today and tomorrow—five times? More?!
I barely got to peek at Mom under hypnosis, while Dad gets to dive into that.
soft spot that swallowed the plums, unloading a week's worth of pent-up… stuff!
Her 12% pregnancy chance means it's not her fertile time—she knows it too.
Perfect for raw action!
If I hadn't seen that screen, I wouldn't be this ticked off!
"Food's ready!" Mom called, standing by the bedroom door.
"Coming!" Dad replied, stepping out.
He's shorter than Mom, with thick glasses, wearing gray shorts and a sleeveless white t-shirt.
"Eat before it gets cold!"
Mom sat close to him, nudging him along.
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