Mother-Daughter Trainees 88 and 89
“Every married-woman awakener has to report for induction. Your daughter counts as one, doesn’t she? She’s young, sure—but she got pregnant, she gave birth, and she even awakened to match her mana circuits. Of course she belongs here.”
“But…”
“Refusal of conscription means prison. If you two won’t help protect the world, you can both sit in a cell and wait for it to end.”
“That’s…”
I raised my voice in a sudden roar, twisting the muscles of my face into the perfect mask of a great leader who endured bone-grinding agony for the sake of humanity.
“This world is in crisis!!! If you have even a scrap of power, you throw it in!! Look at those people out there sweating through training every day for the ones they want to protect! Me too… if I could just enter a new Tower, I’d offer up this one life of mine for humanity!”
Would I really? Not a chance.
It was nothing but empty noise spilling from my mouth. In everyone else’s eyes I was already the noble, magnificent “Hero of Humanity.”
An absolute being who could justify any selfish desire so long as it served the greater good.
Trainee No. 88, Lim Seon-young, was crushed under my hypocritical bellowing and clamped her mouth shut.
Her daughter, Trainee No. 89 Jung Yu-jin, on the other hand, looked deeply moved by the same hypocritical speech.
True to the naïve girl who had planted a bloody little life in her young womb and then awakened, her brain had completely melted under my grandiose sophistry about saving humanity.
“Mom! Stop it already! I’m going to train. Up until now I’ve always done whatever you told me. From now on I’m moving on my own thoughts!”
“You…”
“If that’s decided, then return to training at once.”
“Yes, sir!”
Jung Yu-jin answered as if snapping a salute. Her eyes sparkled with sacred mission; she looked ready to throw her life away for humanity that very second.
“No. 88, stay behind for a private talk with me. No. 89, head back first.”
Click.
The moment Jung Yu-jin shut the door behind her, a heavy, peculiar pressure settled over the wide, luxurious office of the official residence. I sank deep into the sofa and looked up at Lim Seon-young. Left alone without her daughter, her body trembled faintly.
“No. 88, sit comfortably on the sofa.”
I continued in the gentlest, most magnanimous tone a leader could possess.
“I understand perfectly how a mother worries for her young daughter. So here’s the thing…”
A desperate light flashed in Seon-young’s wet eyes, as if she had seized a scrap of hope. She looked ready to do anything if it meant pulling her daughter out of this hellish awakener camp and the battlefield beyond.
“If you give me what I want, I might just give you what you want.”
“For my daughter… for Yu-jin, I’ll do anything. Please, just save my Yu-jin, Chief Hunter.”
Anything, is it…
I swallowed a vile laugh. Behind the mask of the hypocrite, raw conquest lust coiled hot up my spine.
“Then… may I confirm that resolve right now?”
“Huh? H-how…?”
“Take off every piece of your training uniform.”
“What?!”
At my blunt demand Lim Seon-young’s face went paper-white, then flooded crimson as she hesitated.
She clearly could not believe the crude, naked order that had just left the mouth of the man called the world’s hero.
“A moment ago you said you’d do anything. So that maternal love for your daughter was just talk after all. Fine. Then don’t blame me when Jung Yu-jin gets torn apart by monsters inside the Tower.”
“Ah… no! I’ll do it! I’ll take them off!”
Lim Seon-young shot to her feet in panic.
The terror that refusal would kill her daughter paralyzed her reason.
With shaking hands she dragged the zipper of her training top down.
The coarse jacket fell to the floor, and a pair of breasts too large for any bra to contain came into view.
They had lost a little firmness to the years, yet the sheer volume and weight made the thin straps dig cruelly into her flesh.
The rich, mature breasts of a married woman who had once nursed a baby lay bare under the light.
Her hands moved next to the waistband of her pants.
The training trousers fluttered down around her ankles, revealing pale beige panties.
Her hips were every bit as substantial as her chest.
The wide pelvis and the heavy, swollen flesh of her ass radiated an almost insane eroticism.
“Underwear too. All of it.”
“…H-Hunter… you will send my daughter home, won’t you…?”
“I said strip.”
At my cold command Lim Seon-young unhooked her bra with tears in her eyes.
With a soft thud the heavy twin masses dropped free.
The dark purple nipples crowning those large breasts had already stiffened hard from sheer shame.
When the panties finally slid down her thighs, the perfect naked body of a mature married woman who had borne a child stood fully revealed before me.
A dense thatch covered her secret place; already, from shame, fear, and a strange tension, glistening juices were seeping out between the folds.
“Come here and kneel.”
Lim Seon-young bit her lip, approached slowly, and sank to her knees in front of my crotch.
I unzipped my pants and freed the monstrously swollen pillar, placing it right before her face.
“If you want to save your daughter, serve it properly with your mouth. Think of that daughter you love so much while you do it.”
“Ah… aah…”
Lim Seon-young drew a sharp breath, overwhelmed by the sheer size of the cock, yet she slowly opened her mouth while picturing her daughter’s face.
Soft red lips brushed the tip of my glans; a warm, wet tongue began to lick up the entire shaft.
“Haa… mmph, nngh…!”
The skilled tongue-work of a married woman combined with the humiliating delusion that she was sacrificing herself for her daughter delivered supreme stimulation.
I roughly seized her thick hair and shoved the pillar deep into her throat.
“Ghk! Mmph! Cough…!”
When my cock reached the back of her throat she began to spit sticky saliva.
The drool spilling from Lim Seon-young’s mouth soaked my thighs.
Even while gagging she could not refuse me; she kept working her tongue diligently.
I thrust a few more times while gripping her hair, then pulled the pillar free of her mouth.
Looking down at my cock gleaming with spit, I shoved her roughly onto the sofa.
“Aah!”
I kneaded the large ass that had sunk deep into the cushions and spread her white thighs wide.
The fully developed, birth-widened pussy of a married woman blushed open, its red inner flesh twitching right before my eyes.
“While Yu-jin is training, you’ll be doing a different kind of training here with me.”
“Instructor… please… please send Yu-jin home…”
“That depends on your attitude.”
I set the massive glans against her already soaked entrance and, in one motion, drove my hips down and buried myself to the hilt!
Schlick—!
“Aaaahng—!!”
Lim Seon-young threw her head back and screamed.
The hard, enormous pillar tore mercilessly through her mature inner walls and plunged all the way to the mouth of her womb.
Even for a married woman who had given birth, my SSS-rank cock was far too thick and sweet for her to take easily.
“Haa… nngh! It’s in… your huge thing… is inside me…”
“How does it feel, No. 88? Taking the pillar of the hero who protects humanity with your own body?”
I roughly seized one of her large breasts and began to pound my hips like a madman.
Wet, slapping sounds of flesh on flesh filled the official residence office.
“Aah! Ahn! Haang! No… it’s too deep! Hunter…! That place… hyaaang!”
Lim Seon-young tried to console herself that this was a sacrifice for her daughter, yet she was powerless before my skilled hip-work and the instinctive pleasure of a mature married woman.
Her walls clamped tight around my cock and gushed juices in thick pulses. Under the sofa-shaking, sadistic fucking, her eyes gradually went slack with pleasure.
“I could hold Yu-jin just like this, you know. She is a married woman too, isn’t she?”
“N-no!! Not Yu-jin… Yu-jin is off-limits! I’ll… I’ll take every last bit of your desire myself! Please don’t touch Yu-jin! Haaang—!”
The moment her daughter was mentioned, Lim Seon-young twisted her hips like a madwoman and pulled my pillar even deeper inside.
The frenzied guilt of a married woman—maternal love and pleasure mixed into one—squeezed my cock.
I hammered her pussy without mercy, driving my hips to the absolute limit.
“Haa! Haa! I’m coming, No. 88! If you want to save your daughter, take every drop of my cum!”
“Aaaahng—! Give it to me! Pour every last bit of the Hunter’s semen into me—!”
The violent thrusts battered her womb; Lim Seon-young arched like a bow and climaxed hard.
At the same instant I erupted, flooding every corner of her deepest walls with the hot seed I had been holding back!
Throb—! Throb—! Throb—!
“Haaaaang—!! It’s hot… so hot, Hunter—!!”
An enormous volume of semen poured deep into Lim Seon-young.
Her mature womb quivered as it soaked up my seed.
It filled her so completely that white trails overflowed from where we were joined and stained the sofa.
“Haa… haa…”
I slowly pulled out. With a wet pop, a mixture of white cum and juices gushed from Lim Seon-young’s secret entrance.
She lay panting on the sofa, eyes unfocused—the perfect picture of a married woman drowned in shame and the afterglow of climax.
Just then footsteps approached outside the office door; with a soft bang the door cracked open. Trainee No. 89 Jung Yu-jin, who had gone to the training grounds, had returned for something she forgot. And what met her eyes was the sight of her own mother, Lim Seon-young—naked, gasping, semen dripping from her—beneath the man she had believed to be humanity’s great hero.
“M… Mom…? Hunter…?”
Jung Yu-jin’s pupils shook violently. The young married-woman awakener’s face, once filled with sacred mission, flooded with massive shock and confusion.
I calmly adjusted my clothes and offered the dazed daughter a thin, crooked smile. The real mother-daughter conquest had only just begun.