Chapter 47
Chapter 47
"We used to be like that... back in the day. Remember, unnie?"
Hye-seon murmured softly, as if recalling old memories.
"When Father was alive, I mean. Both of us... we were called to Father's bedroom every night and clung to him like that."
"Indeed...."
Hye-jeong's eyes became hazy. The man who was their father, and at the same time, their husband. The progenitor of a family who took his own daughters as wives, creating such a perfect and pure bloodline.
"Now that I think about it... it's Father's... no, darling's death anniversary soon."
Hye-jeong looked at Minho's back, recalling her deceased father and husband. Above Minho's broad shoulders and muscular physique, the shadow of her father, who had once overwhelmed them, seemed to overlap.
"Truly... identical."
Hye-seon licked her lips, greedily staring at Minho's buttocks.
"That beast-like hip movement... and his inexhaustible stamina. He's the spitting image of Father when he was young. No, he seems even more incredible."
"Yes. He's inherited Father's virility completely. It seems our Minho... grew up like this to protect us, in place of his grandfather and father."
Hye-jeong clutched her surging chest. The father had violated his daughters to bear a son, and that son, in turn, violated his mother, aunt, and sister to protect the family. A 'Ring of Pure Blood' so thick and sticky, untainted by impure blood from outside, was being completed through Minho's thrusts.
"Aaaah! Minho-ya! Ugh! Unnie... Unnie's coming! Aaaah!"
*Kwaddeuk-*
A high-pitched scream, like a dolphin's, burst from Minseo's lips. She arched her back like a bow and threw her head back. At the peak of her climax, her vaginal muscles convulsed, squeezing Minho's member as if to crush it.
"Haaah...! Haaaah-!"
Minseo's eyes rolled back, and saliva drooled from her mouth. Her thighs trembled like aspen leaves, and she gushed hot Vaginal Fluid onto Minho's lower abdomen.
"Oh, unnie. Is everything alright with the main family? Are Oppa and Mother doing well?"
"Don't even ask. They're practically overflowing with affection..."
Hye-jeong wiped her sweaty nape and chuckled.
"I talked to her last week, and Mother's voice sounded like a newlywed in her twenties. It seems Oppa doesn't leave Mother alone day or night."
Hye-jeong and Hye-seon's mother. And their older brother. After their father passed away, their mother united with her own biological son, their older brother. In this family, Consanguineous Marriage was not a special event, but simply a natural way of life.
"Hmm...."
Hye-seon rested her chin in her hand, making a strange expression.
"But honestly, I used to be a bit curious. Father was so incredible... why did Mother choose to live with Oppa instead of Father?"
Hye-jeong remained silent for a moment at Hye-seon's question. Her gaze was fixed on Minho, who was still firmly thrusting his hips above the panting Minseo. Every time Minho's back muscles twitched, a tingling sensation shot through Hye-jeong's lower abdomen.
"......I couldn't understand Mother at first either."
Hye-jeong spoke softly.
"I wondered why she would do that with the son she raised, whose diapers she changed. I even thought it was disgusting at times."
"Right? I felt the same way."
"But, Hye-seon-a."
Hye-jeong turned her gaze from Minho and stared at her sister. Her eyes gleamed with deep, dark desire.
"But once I actually became a 'Mother,' I understood."
"......Huh?"
"A woman, you see, instinctively knows the moment she gives birth to a son."
Hye-jeong stroked her lower abdomen, the area of her Uterus that had held Minho for ten months.
"That this child I bore is the most perfect male in the world. That he is the only man perfectly suited for me, made from my own flesh and blood."
Her voice grew increasingly fervent.
"A husband? Of course, they're good. But a husband is ultimately a stranger. Someone with whom not a single drop of blood is shared. But a son is different. A son... is my Alter ego, and the most ideal lover I created."
Hye-jeong moistened her lips with her tongue, her expression hazy.
"Mother must have felt the same. The only one who could fill the void left by Father's departure was Oppa, who inherited Father's blood most strongly. And I too...."
Hye-jeong's gaze turned to Minho again. Minseo was already on the verge of collapsing, but Minho was still full of vigor. His powerful vitality made Hye-jeong's heart pound.
"Now I perfectly understand Mother's feelings. I realized it after accepting Minho. That my body, my Uterus... instinctively desired this child."
At Hye-jeong's words, Hye-seon nodded blankly. A mother desiring her son was not an act of immorality. It was the most primal and pure instinct of a female, to perfectly preserve and love her own genes.
"Haaah... Now that you mention it, it makes sense. Hearing you, unnie... I'm more drawn to our Minho than Oppa."
Hye-seon grinned and stood up.
"Well then... the theory lesson is over, shall we go for practical training? Minseo looks like she's about to die. We should take over."
"Yes. Our son... he seems to have a lot left in him, so Mother needs to 'treat' him again."
"Aaaah! Minho-ya! Ugh! Unnie... Unnie's coming! Aaaah!"
*Kwaddeuk-*
A high-pitched scream, like a dolphin's, burst from Minseo's lips. She arched her back like a bow and threw her head back. At the peak of her climax, her vaginal muscles convulsed, squeezing Minho's member as if to crush it. Soon, her legs tightly wrapped around Minho's waist, pressing hard as if she would never let him go.
"Haaah...! Haaaah-!"
Minseo's eyes rolled back, and saliva drooled from her mouth. Her thighs trembled like aspen leaves, and she gushed hot Vaginal Fluid onto Minho's lower abdomen. Having squeezed out her last bit of strength, she then trembled violently before collapsing onto Minho's chest. She was completely exhausted.
"Whew... Unnie, do you feel good?"
When Minho asked, pushing back Minseo's sweat-soaked hair, Minseo, instead of answering, buried her face in Minho's chest with unfocused eyes and only gasped for breath.
"Haaah... What a shame. I still have a lot left."
Minho carefully laid Minseo's body to the side and licked his lips. His manhood, swollen as if about to burst, was still defiantly raised. Even the intense Sexual Intercourse with Minseo had been insufficient to exhaust his overflowing energy.
"Oh my, our son. Still not enough?"
Just then, a soft, sticky voice came from behind Minho. Hye-jeong and Hye-seon, who had risen from the sofa at some point, were slowly approaching like lionesses stalking their prey. The naked bodies of the two women, without a single thread of clothing, gleamed under the light, displaying their alluring figures.
"Mother, Auntie...."
"What a shame Minseo passed out first. What are we to do with our poor son?"
Hye-seon grinned and crawled onto the bed. She whispered, tickling the inside of Minho's thigh with her finger.
"Don't worry. Auntie and Mother are here. We'll drain every last bit of energy from our son."
"Yes, Minho-ya. Come here. Mother will... properly 'treat' you."
Hye-jeong also approached from the opposite side and gently stroked Minho's chest. Her eyes gleamed strangely, a mix of a mother's affection for her son and a female's desire for a male.
Minho grinned and lay spread-eagled in the center of the bed. His mother who bore him, and his aunt who shared his blood. These two mature women were about to serve only him.
"Haaah... It's amazing every time I see it. How can he be so vigorous after doing that with Minseo? His veins are standing out to a disgusting degree."
Hye-seon lightly touched the tip of his glans with a trembling finger, as if handling a Sacred Relic.
"Ugh...!"
Her touch on his sensitive glans was electrifying.
"Look at him reacting. How cute."
Hye-seon seductively stuck out her tongue and slowly licked up along the veins of his shaft.
*Chureureup... Haljjak.*
The sensation of her cold tongue and the heat of her mouth were felt simultaneously. She didn't just lick; she pursed her lips and 'smooched' the tip of his glans, then teased him by tickling his urethral opening with her tongue again.
"Auntie... haaah... your tongue is too much...."
"Stay still. We haven't even started yet."
Hye-seon enjoyed his reaction, opening her mouth wide and swallowing his shaft down to the base in one gulp.
*Kkuuk- Chuup.*
Warm, moist mucous membranes tightly squeezed his member. Although Hye-seon might have gagged from the foreign sensation piercing deep into her throat, she instead moved her Adam's apple, trying to take him deeper.
Just then, soft flesh from above covered his face.
"Son, leave the bottom to Auntie... and your mouth should play with Mother, shouldn't it?"
It was Hye-jeong. She climbed onto his chest and rubbed her ample breasts against his face. The sweet scent like freshly squeezed milk, mixed with the smell of sweat from her skin, made him dizzy.
"Come on, drink Mother's milk and grow big and strong. Our Minho, you couldn't even sleep without Mother's milk back then."
Hye-jeong whispered in a feigned motherly voice, but her actions were the complete opposite. She pushed her erect nipple between his lips.
*Chureup. Jjop. Jjok.*
He instinctively opened his mouth and sucked her nipple. As he rolled the tip with his tongue and gently bit it with his teeth, a gasp escaped Hye-jeong's lips.
"Haaahng...! Yes, Minho-ya...! That hard...! Suck Mother's nipple until it falls off...!"
A situation where he was exploring his mother's breasts from above, and receiving his aunt's service from below. This was not merely an act of pleasure. Under the pretext of 'Blood Resonance' that the doctor spoke of, it was a ritual where the women of the family worshipped him as the 'head of the household' and as a 'male'.