The Third Night 2 - Whispers That Shatter Doubts
To dispel Jeong Hyang's doubts, the magistrate whispered the full story into her ear.
"Your devoted, filial son came begging me after witnessing his own mother collapse in filthy prison, degraded and exhausted. Care to guess what he pleaded for? Shall we match answers?"
Jeong Hyang's trembling gaze turned to him, urging him to reveal what her beloved son had requested.
Savoring her insistent stare, the magistrate slowly led her toward the sliding door. As they drew nearer to the paper-thin screen of oiled rice paper, her legs quaked with terror, shaking like aspen leaves in a storm. Each step felt unbearably heavy and grueling; finally, her knees buckled, and she sank to the floor before the door.
The magistrate enfolded the frail widow in his arms from behind, trapping her like prey. His hands plunged between the parted folds of her jacket, seizing her maternal breasts brimming with nurturing warmth.
"Nhk…!"
Jeong Hyang nearly let a moan escape from the dizzying jolt in her chest. She hastily swallowed it back, but she could vividly sense his delight pressing against her back.
"Curious about your son's plea, are you?"
Ignoring the beastly hands toying with her breasts as best she could, she strained to hear his words.
"He bowed low, begging me not to leave his cherished mother rotting in that frigid cell any longer. He said you'd surely waste away if left like that."
But the image that surfaced in Jeong Hyang's mind only deepened her confusion. It was true she'd fainted after the magistrate's violation, yet it was her own son who had defiled her even more thoroughly. Until now, she'd brainwashed herself into believing the magistrate had forced her son to shame her. She couldn't make sense of how things had truly unfolded.
'If the magistrate speaks true, did Jeong Yun truly ravish me of his own will... and steal my chastity?'
The doubts and questions she'd desperately buried surged back, cloaked now in stark reality.
Jeong Hyang recalled the moment her son took her virginity. She'd been bent over like a filthy street mutt, her buttocks raised in humiliation as her innocence shattered. The sensation of his scorching seed churning deep in her belly, prying her open, revived so vividly that heat flooded her body.
Sensing her growing warmth, the magistrate mistook it for shame-fueled rage and pressed on, stoking her fury and resentment further.
"I accepted your filial son's request and granted a criminal like you this fine room. In exchange, I merely assigned him the duty of watching you closely to prevent escape."
"Truly... what a vile, cruel beast you are. Have you forsaken your humanity? How can you commit such heaven-defying atrocities with such brazen calm…?"
The magistrate's command to her son seemed reasonable at first glance, but its hidden intent was utterly depraved. To make a child listen to his mother's cries as she serviced him—if heaven knew, lightning would surely strike such adultery down. Yet trapped now in the embrace of this inhuman beast, with no escape, Jeong Hyang bit her lips until they bled, enduring the humiliation and disgrace.
Far from fleeing, she'd been helplessly dragged into hell by the monster's foul grip.
'To think I'd come to prefer that filthy, cramped prison... Truly, the world's twists are unforeseeable.'
Never had she imagined yearning for the prison's hardships. With no time to dwell on the chaos and doubt of her son shattering her chastity, she'd exhausted every ounce of strength just surviving the harsh surroundings.
Now, forcing her to face the room where her son waited, he fondled her milk-heavy breasts with lustful hands, his filthy fingers slowly creeping under her skirt hem.
"Not a single moan of mine will leak through this flimsy sliding door to delight that loathsome demon—never, never!"
Feeling his repulsive hand invade her skirt, Jeong Hyang made her tear-streaked declaration of defiance amid crushing shame.
The magistrate pulled the sturdy, pine-like widow tighter into his arms, mocking her as he slid his hand gradually into the warm folds of her skirt.
"Fine. Let's see how long you last. I'll watch with pleasure."
His thick, meaty fingers delved into the widow's deepest, hottest crevice between her thighs.
Squelch.
The woman's cunt, ravaged day and night for two days straight, was perpetually slick, never drying out. Jeong Hyang clenched her teeth against the invading foreign pressure splitting her mound, desperate not to leak even a whimper.
But their conversation had revived memories of that morning when her son claimed her virginity, igniting her body afire. The fingers burrowing deep into her belly reawakened the ecstatic, mind-shattering taboo bliss he'd given her.
"Nhk…!"
Too focused on sealing her lips, perhaps—a tiny nasal whimper escaped Jeong Hyang.
A grotesque smile curled the magistrate's lips at the widow's sweet sound. In the deathly quiet room, where even the candle's flicker was audible, the slick sounds of his fingers stirring her secret depths began to echo softly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
As his handiwork grew bolder and deeper, churning her belly, the widow's legs weakened, the tension draining away. Her thighs, clenched desperately to repel the intruder, parted like blooming petals, naturally hiking her crimson skirt upward.
With the fabric no longer muffling, the wet sounds spread clearly, though subdued.
"Jeong Hyang, your son beyond this door must be hearing your cunt being stirred. How does that make you feel?"
"Eut…!"
Under his lewd assault, she let slip a lascivious moan. Imagining her son might hear drained all strength from her legs in an instant.
The cunning magistrate seized the moment her thick defenses crumbled, thrusting his fat fingers even deeper.
Squelch!
"Hngh!"
Jeong Hyang cried out as his absurdly thick fingers crushed deep into her belly, doubling over. But he gripped her breast harder to prevent it, forcing her upright into his plump embrace once more.
"Haa! Haa! Haa!"
Her breaths erupted hot as fire, growing ragged. She prayed desperately that her panting wouldn't reach her son beyond the door, but the thin rice paper seemed unlikely to honor her pleas.
Deliberately for the boy's benefit, the magistrate hiked her skirt hem fully, exposing her sweat-glistening thighs and the white undergarments soaking through under the ruddy candlelight.
"Now, off with the useless rags. Let's give your son a proper show of his mother's slutty squelches."
He untied the strings of her stained panties. They fluttered to the floor like her fallen status, limp and forlorn.
At once, the sweet feminine musk and lewd nectar scent trapped beneath her skirt wafted through the room, thickening the air with decadent allure.
His thick fingers plunged anew into the widow's plump, nectar-slick mound.
Squelch!
"Kk!"
With the obstructive panties gone, his beastly motions turned rougher, bolder. Each thrust into her slit crushed tender membranes, unleashing lascivious wet smacks from under her skirt.
"Jeong Hyang, how's it feel? Having your pious son so close while your cunt gets finger-fucked?"
"Kk, krrk. Krgh…!"
His meaty palm ground her clit like dough, adding another finger to churn her glistening labia. Her body, ripened by two days of nonstop ravishment, was hypersensitive. The perverse thrill of her son nearby, the pressure to stifle moans—it all ballooned her pleasure explosively.
'I mustn't feel it! I mustn't! This lowly beast's body—why does it crave this so?!'
Jeong Hyang trembled inwardly as the thick fingers speared her depths, nectar trickling down her quivering inner thighs.