Double Play in the Living Room
The next morning.
When I stepped out into the living room, the savory scent of stew filled the air.
"Mom, good morning."
"Oh my, is my boy awake?"
Lee Seolah, standing in front of the gas range, turned around and flashed a radiant smile.
Clatter!
"Ow!"
The ladle she had been holding slipped from her grip and clattered into the sink.
"Are you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. That's weird. My wrist just went completely weak all of a sudden…"
Seolah massaged her wrist with a flustered look, wiping cold sweat from her brow. Even this early, her cheeks were faintly flushed.
Looks like she had a pretty rough night.
Her mind may have forgotten, but her body still remembered every last scrap of the pleasure I had carved into it. The moment she faced her master, her body heated up on pure reflex.
I walked over and gave her shoulders a light knead.
"You didn't catch a chill from the massager's heat function yesterday, did you?"
"I think that might be it. Even after I woke up, my body just kept running hot. What a mess."
"I'll turn off the stove. Go sit down for a bit."
"Thanks, Peace."
Seolah sank into a dining chair and let out a ragged breath.
Creak.
Right then, Eunha's door opened.
"Ugh, my whole body is killing me…"
She scratched at her tangled hair and stalked out in a foul mood. Gone was her usual haughty stride. Her legs twisted awkwardly as she staggered, and she dropped heavily into the chair beside me.
"What's with the look? Pull an all-nighter or something?"
"Don't talk to me. I'm irritated."
"Your face is completely red."
"It's all because your room is uselessly hot and I caught a heat cold! Take responsibility!"
"Why is it my fault you worked yourself into a fever all alone?"
"Ah, I don't know! I can't even put any strength into my legs…"
Eunha slumped over the table and pressed hard at her stiff lower belly.
"Eunha, are you running a fever too?"
"Yeah. Mom. The inside of my body keeps tingling and burning."
"Oh my. Same here. Maybe that flu that's going around?"
"Guess so… The fever just won't break."
The two women shared their symptoms and tilted their heads in confusion, never dreaming that the culprit was sitting right beside them with a pleasant smile.
"Ugh… I can't. I'm gonna go lie down on the sofa over there."
Unable to hold out any longer, Eunha staggered to her feet and headed for the living room sofa. She buried her face in a cushion and curled up tight.
"If you're both sick, you should rest properly today."
"I think we should. Peace, could you bring Mom a glass of cold water?"
"Yes. I'll get it right away."
I pretended to head for the fridge, then quietly slipped around behind the sofa where Eunha lay. Seolah was still slumped over the dining table, catching her breath. The timing was perfect.
I leaned over the back of the sofa and pressed my lips right against Eunha's ear.
"What are you d— eek?!"
Eunha jolted and tried to turn around. My whisper was faster.
"Good Sister."
"……!"
Thud.
The light went out of Eunha's clear eyes.
"Haa… aah……"
The lips that had been radiating defiance parted, and a feverish moan spilled out. Perfect neutralization even in everyday mode, without the visor.
"Eunha."
"…Yes. Master…"
Her voice had gone cold and flat.
"You still don't have a standby pose for this mode."
"…Please give me your command…"
The duration of the brainwashing scaled with a magical girl's mana. Ten minutes minimum was nothing.
"From now on, when you enter this state."
"…When I enter…"
"You will stand up from wherever you are without fail. Then you will face me head-on, raise both hands above your head, and sway your hips left and right. Understood?"
The exact same humiliating order I had given my noble stepmother. A submissive reply tumbled from the lips of my haughty tsundere little sister.
"…I will keep it in mind. Hands on my head… swaying my waist as I wait…"
"Good. Do it right now."
"…I will obey…"
Eunha rose from the sofa with mechanical precision.
"Peace. Is the water not ready yet?"
Just then, Seolah, still slumped at the table, turned her head. And she spotted Eunha standing tall in the middle of the living room.
"Eunha? What are you doing standing there?"
Seolah's eyes went wide. Eunha was staring straight through me, both hands interlaced high above her head.
Sway. Sway.
"Y-you… why are you shaking your hips like that?"
Her prickly daughter was dancing seductively in the morning living room as if entranced. Aghast, Seolah shoved her chair back and stood.
"Kang Eunha! Are you really that sick? Are you out of your mind?"
"……"
Eunha made no reply. She simply fixed empty eyes on her master and kept snapping her pelvis.
"P-Peace! Look at her! What on earth is going on!"
Flustered, Seolah hurried toward me.
"Mom. Calm down."
I smiled brightly and lightly snagged her wrist. Then I pressed close to her ear.
"Good Mother."
"……!"
Thud.
Seolah's pupils went slack in an instant.
"Ah, aah……"
Her panicked face transformed into a blank doll's in a single breath. She released my hand and stepped neatly into place right beside Eunha. Then, facing forward, she stretched both hands high overhead. Her voluptuous curves rose in a dizzying swell beneath her homewear.
Sway. Sway.
"Haha, hahahaha!"
Right in the middle of the living room. A perfect two-shot of two beauties standing side by side, rolling their lower bodies. A noble former hero and a haughty active one. Those high-and-mighty women were dancing like beasts in heat, waiting for nothing but my next command.
"Lee Seolah. Kang Eunha."
"…Yes. Master…"
"…Yes. Master…"
"Let's see who's more flexible. A little more vigorously."
"…I will obey…"
Slap! Slap!
In the quiet living room, only the lewd sound of twisting friction rang out. There was not a shred of shame left on Eunha's face. Seolah, too, flaunted her charms as if her past never existed.
This is driving me insane.
Once I had thoroughly sated my desire to dominate, I gave both of them a light pat on the shoulder.
"That's enough of today's little show."
Before releasing them, I overlaid the perfect setting to erase any sense of wrongness.
"Lee Seolah. Listen carefully."
"…Yes…"
"The memory of Kang Eunha acting seductive right in front of your eyes just now. Erase all of it."
"…Yes. I will erase… the memory of seeing that…"
"And both of you, take this to heart."
"……"
"You two have reached your limit from a nasty flu. You felt dizzy and collapsed to the floor at the same time. Understood?"
"…I will keep it in mind. We collapsed from a high fever…"
A brain scrubbed clean of memory by the machine. Plant a carefully crafted lie in that empty space, and they would invent fake memories on their own just to explain the residual pleasure left in their bodies. Perfect alibi setup complete.
I clapped my hands hard into the empty air.
Clap!
"Return to normal."
Keyword release. The brainwashing mode lifted, and the forced commands suppressing their reason drained away like the tide.
"Hah…!"
"Eek?!"
They slumped. Thud!
Focus snapped back into both of them at once as they staggered and crumpled to the floor.
"Haa, haa…"
"Huk, huk…"
From moving so vigorously until moments ago, their entire bodies were soaked in sweat.
"Huh? Why am I sitting on the floor…?"
Eunha stared blankly down at her own hands.
"Oh my… M-me too…"
Seolah scanned the room with a look of utter confusion. The only thing left in their heads was "we were burning up with fever."
"Mom! Eunha! Are you both okay?!"
I hurriedly set down the glass of water, ran over, and dropped to my knees.
"P-Peace. Did we just collapse?"
"Yes! I turned around to pour the water and you both just went thud onto the floor!"
At my perfectly natural performance, Seolah pulled her daughter into her arms with a pale face.
"Good heavens… We must have fainted for a second because our fevers were so bad."
"Haa… Guess Oppa was right. I'm drenched in sweat, and my legs are shaking so hard I can't get up."
Eunha's lower belly was still twitching stiffly, unable to forget the aftershocks of pleasure.
"Let's get you both to the sofa first. I'll help you up."
I slipped my hands under their armpits and lifted them. Every time my touch landed, their bodies jumped with little twitches.
"Thank you. This really must be a nasty body ache. Heat just keeps boiling up inside me…"
Seolah leaned against my chest and breathed out laboriously.
"Don't push yourselves. Rest properly. I'll reheat the stew."
"Okay. Sorry, son."
Leaving the mother and daughter slumped side by side on the sofa, panting, I headed for the kitchen.
"Haha."
I leaned against the sink and swallowed the laugh that tried to escape. These perfect women would turn into whores at a single whispered word from me, then firmly believe they had simply caught a cold.
Weeeeng—! Weeeeng—!
That was when it happened. A sharp alarm blared noisily from beyond Eunha's closed door.
"Ah, euk… Of all times…"
Eunha, curled up on the sofa, twisted her body with a pale face. An alarm that only rang on an active magical girl's terminal.
"Eunha, is that a sound coming from your room?"
Seolah tilted her head with hazy eyes and asked.
"Huh? Ah, I must've set my alarm wrong!"
Eunha bolted through the closed door. Then she came hurrying back out with only an outer layer thrown on roughly.
"Ah, I'm gonna step outside for a bit!"
"Eunha, where do you think you're going in that state!"
"It's really urgent! I'll be right back!"
Bang!
The front door slammed shut roughly. While Seolah gazed worriedly toward the entrance, I leisurely turned off the gas.
"Mom. I finished the stew. Would you like some?"
"Son, I'm really sorry, but…"
"Yes?"
"I feel so awful… Could I sleep a little and eat after I wake up?"
"Of course. Don't push yourself. I'll help you to the master bedroom."
I slipped my hand under her arm and slowly guided her to the bedroom. I carefully laid her on the bed and pulled the blanket over her.
"Get some rest."
"Thank you, Peace…"
I left the master bedroom and headed straight for my own room.
Click.
I locked the door, then yanked down the pants I was wearing. Next I stripped off my underwear as well, pulled a fresh pair from the drawer, and put them on. Then I pulled my pants back up.
The ones I had just been wearing. I rolled up my old underwear, thick with my dense body scent, and shoved the bundle into my pants pocket.
Prep complete.
I grabbed the jet-black visor from my desk and headed back to the master bedroom.
Creak.
"Mom. Are you asleep?"
"No… My body is so hot I just can't fall asleep…"
I approached the bedside, the device hidden behind my back.
"You slept well with this on yesterday. I'll lend it to you again—want to use it one more time?"
"Ah, that eye massager…?"
"Yes. You'll drop right off. I'll put it on for you."
"Oh, if you would, Mom would be so grateful…"
Seolah closed her eyes without a shred of suspicion. I carefully settled the sleek, curved device over her face.
Click.
I flipped the switch up.
Ziiiiing—!
A cool activation hum. In just three seconds, overwhelming mana seized her brain and completed the perfect brainwashing.
"Haa… aah……"
Unfocused, Seolah let out a feverish moan.
"Lee Seolah."
"…Yes. Master…"
A cold, settled reply.
I slowly pulled out the underwear I had crumpled into my pocket.
"Open your mouth."
"…I will obey…"
Seolah parted her red lips mechanically. I pressed my underwear, thick with my body scent, tightly against her nose and mouth.
"I command you. Engrave this deep into your brain."
"…Yes…"
"You may keep the male phobia as is. From now on, just looking at other males should disgust you even more."
"…I will keep it in mind…"
"But I alone am the exception. Because I am a perfectly special and absolute existence to you."
"…Master is… a special and absolute existence…"
I pressed the underwear a little harder against the tip of her nose.
"Breathe in deeply. This is the scent of your master, which you must crave and love for the rest of your life."
"…Haa, sss… heuk…"
Seolah's nostrils flared. Without any resistance, she began greedily inhaling my scent like a beast.
"From now on, you will love smelling my scent and tasting me more than anything else. Engrave it clearly in your head."
"…I will… engrave it… I love Master's scent and… taste…"
The former hero nuzzled her cheek in round little rubs against the underwear at her lips, lost in ecstasy.
"Hahaha!"
I looked down at that scene overflowing with taboo and split my lips into a grin.
This woman's corruption had only just begun.