The First Night - Part 3
The final treasure left by her most beloved husband, and the joyful memories with her precious son, swirled endlessly in Jeong Hyang's mind, binding her with ropes named lingering attachment. The magistrate savored the sight of his mother's tormented figure with delight before opening his mouth.
"I must personally taste that proud three-inch tongue of yours."
No sooner had the words left him than the magistrate began sucking on Mother's thick, red tongue.
"Chuuuup. Chup, churrup!"
"Hup?! Mmph! Uuump!"
The obscene sounds of his thick, wet lips slurping from the tip of Mother's plump red tongue filled the chamber. Mother, who could never have imagined he'd suck on her tongue itself rather than just kiss her, went pale as a ghost and desperately tried to pull her head back. But she couldn't escape the magistrate's brutish grip on her tongue.
I knew he was a pervert, but I didn't expect him to be this kind of freak.
The magistrate's grotesque form, sucking on Mother's tongue like he meant to rip it out, was so bizarre it could haunt nightmares. If he hadn't gripped her jaw so tightly, her maternal love for her son and her resolve would have meant nothing—she'd have thrashed so violently she'd have severed her own tongue at the root.
Soon, his thick lips covered hers in a full kiss.
"Chup, chooob, chup, churrup, chup chup…!"
"Huuut! Eump! Mmph! Kkuuuhump??!!"
From their joined mouths leaked Mother's stifled moans, raw and desperate, unable to become full screams. Each time she tried to wrench her head back to escape, I caught glimpses of his slimy tongue chasing hers, invading her mouth and thrashing wildly. Her hands were still bound behind her back; otherwise, she surely would have clawed and beaten the beast named Magistrate pinning her down.
Even watching makes my skin crawl.
Mother's long, slender fingers twisted grotesquely, like playing some instrument or wriggling like insect legs, revealing the full extent of her revulsion. The magistrate continued the kiss relentlessly, determined to taste every inch of her mouth. It grew more obsessive and vicious as time passed. Cruelly, as he devoured her lips, he pinched her nose shut with one hand, blocking her only air hole.
Mother convulsed violently, her body twisting like she was in spasms.
"Huup... ump! Gulp…! Kek?!"
To breathe, to survive, she had no choice but to open her mouth wider. The magistrate seized the chance, thrusting his tongue deeper to ravage every bit of her oral mucosa.
Dizzy… so dizzy…
Jeong Hyang's vision darkened, a piercing ring echoing in her ears. The viscous, filthy kiss was bad enough, but the potent alcohol's fiery burn rose within, setting her body ablaze like a volcano.
He's like a beast starved for women.
The pitiful gagging groans bubbling from Mother's throat were heartbreaking. It was just a kiss, yet it surpassed any imagination in its depravity. Her trembling pupils, reflecting her fading consciousness, began rolling upward bit by bit.
Just as her awareness teetered on the brink, the magistrate roughly pulled his lips away.
"Hoo…"
"Puhah…!"
His satisfied low exhale mingled oddly with Mother's frantic gasps. Her body, bereft of support, toppled backward onto the soft straw mat with a thud.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
Her tear-soaked, unfocused eyes stared blankly, her swollen red lips quivering with ragged breaths. In her struggle against his vile kiss, her disheveled jeogori had slipped, exposing her delicate shoulders, the alcohol-glistened swell of her ample bosom, and the dizzying cleavage. Bathed in the flickering lamplight of burning firewood, Mother's wretched form evoked a heartbreaking beauty—like a single white lily brutally snapped and cast into the mud.
"Heh heh heh. Where did that spirited tongue go? Only a pitiful woman remains."
The magistrate mocked her disarray as he fumbled with his pants. Soon, his grotesquely swollen, flushed cock revealed its menacing girth.
True to the male lead of a rape fantasy. Strapping a monster like that on a body that doesn't suit it.
Seeing that thick, massive cock matching his fat frame made even me tense. No wonder Jeong Hyang, who thrashed so desperately to guard her chastity in the story, wailed and gurgled once he impaled her. It was far more ferocious than anything I'd imagined from reading.
He gripped his cock and thrust it toward Mother's face, demanding service in a soft, coaxing voice.
"Jeong Hyang, don't be so stubborn. Serve me with that melted tongue of yours. If you attend me well while I'm here, I'll show mercy. Think of your son's bright future, hmm?"
Whip first, then carrot. Her eyes, violated by that loathsome kiss, sharpened with murderous intent.
"Y-You…! Have you no fear of heaven, you beast worse than an animal? It's lamentable that such a heinous villain sits in office, ruling the people."
"Ha! That glare. I like it. That unyielding spirit that's on the verge of breaking but never quite does—it's your greatest charm."
Far from angered by her outburst, the magistrate delighted in it, his face rippling with sadism, eager to snap her pine-straight resolve. He seized her jaw tightly, and just like before, she couldn't resist—her full lips parted like blooming petals.
"Kk, kuu??!!"
Horror flooded her eyes, locked on the magistrate's throbbing cock twitching before her mouth. The horrific future loomed vividly. She thrashed even more violently than before, desperate to pull away, but his iron grip held firm.
Savoring her desperate resistance, the magistrate rammed his erect, panting cock straight into her mouth in one go.
"Uump! Kek…??!! Kekheuk!"
Her small mouth stretched wide to accommodate him fully. Was it the shame of taking another man's thing? Or the revolting taste of his cock itself? Mother dry-heaved violently, her legs flailing madly as if she'd vomit any second.
"If you dare graze my member with your teeth, you'll pay—but not with yours. Your son's teeth will."
His threat was brutal and effective. The moment she heard it, all her movements froze. Her eyes bulged like full moons, her face etched with the agonizing conflict of wanting to bite down hard.
The magistrate released her jaw.
This bastard's no rookie. Pinning weaknesses is second nature to him.
He wore a calm, challenging smirk, as if daring her to try. Her jaw trembled visibly from my distance—a clear sign of her fierce inner turmoil.
"That's it. Good girl."
Evidently pleased by her agony, he stroked her hair gently, like petting a neighborhood dog, murmuring praise.
"Ku, kruu, uuump…"
Her eyes twisted in humiliation, dewdrop tears streaming down. The widow's poignant figure, lips stuffed with another man's cock—not her husband's—stirring sorrowful tears, aroused a dizzying sense of taboo that struck deeper than anything at a male's heart.
"Now then, let's see that chastity-preaching mouth pleasure me."
He extended his stroking hand to grip her head, fixing it in place. Then, as if urging her to slowly savor the shape, taste, and heat of the cock in her mouth, he thrust his hips forward.
"H, kkeup, umph?! Kekheuk…!"
Bound by his threat, she had to will her mouth open as wide as possible. His massive tool bulged her slender neck visibly as it sank deeper. Struggling to breathe, she gagged desperately, her frantic pants filling the room as she fought for air.
"Gkeurheup…!"
Once his cock buried to the hilt, Mother couldn't suppress her surging nausea—her ample breasts heaved repeatedly. Tears smeared her blinking eyelids in frantic signals of distress. But the magistrate ignored her pleas, lost in the sensation of her enveloping mouth-pussy.
"Kuh…! As expected of a woman who's guarded her chastity so long—tight and wet, a true gem."
Even his vulgar appraisal left her no room to protest; she could only gurgle pitifully, on the verge of suffocation.
After relishing the feel a moment, he began slamming his hips mercilessly.
Plak! Plak! Plak!
"Gek??!! Keuk…! Keheup! Uump! Kkeup?!"
Like a blacksmith hammering red-hot iron, he pounded his cock savagely into her mouth. From her stuffed lips leaked muffled moans, spreading low through the air.