Episode 1

I'm an F-rank Hunter.

I awakened three years ago but have zero raid experience.

Because there's no point.

Even if I entered a gate,

I'd just be treated as pack mule

or used as a magic stone shuttle—it's obvious.

So I just got a job at a small company.

Awakened individuals were rare among ordinary people,

so in the job market, I wasn't completely worthless.

Around the time I'd been working for a year,

I met my now-wife, Kim Mi-in, who had just joined as a new employee.

We dated for a year,

and except for unavoidable circumstances where we couldn't meet,

we did that every single day.

Twice, three times, six times a day—sometimes even more.

Anything beyond that was a bit exhausting,

but I was still 30 back then, an age where the fire burned hot.

My wife was naturally slender,

with D-cup breasts

and an ass so plump it barely fit in my hands.

Those who love doggy style know exactly what I mean.

A size and elasticity that slips right out of your grip.

Even compared to all the women I'd been with since adulthood,

she was the best.

Even while doing it, I didn't understand what "wanting more" truly meant—until then.

One day, after sex with my wife,

we were lying on the motel bed talking about the future.

Marriage came up.

I only wanted to keep dating—

marriage wasn't even a passing thought.

"Oppa, isn't it about time we got married?

If we'd saved all the money we spent on motels, we could've bought a car by now."

"Uh... yeah. We should get married. Maybe have like... five kids?"

"Aww, Oppa~ Hihihi."

We joked like that before going at it again.

But despite the playful banter,

I had no savings,

and the thought of kids—both the expenses and the responsibility—

made me gloomy, the weight pressing down harder.

After another round, as we wiped each other's sweat,

"Oppa, this is my mom. You've never seen her before, right?"

"Yeah. Let me see... my future mother-in-law?"

I couldn't hide my shock when I saw the photo on her phone.

My girlfriend Kim Mi-in was already a rare beauty,

but her mother was just as stunning—

and even more sexually charged.

Her skin was a rare, porcelain-white translucence.

Her eyebrows were perfectly groomed,

her gaze languid and hazy.

Her lips were full, the upper lip even plumper,

like a butterfly had perched on them.

Only her upper body was visible in the photo,

but the silhouette of her breasts beneath the green knitwear

was incomparable to Mi-in's.

At a glance, I estimated—

conservatively—an F-cup.

And they didn't look saggy at all.

I'd have to see them bare to be sure,

but a man's intuition is rarely wrong.

She looked impossibly young for someone in her late 40s.

Assuming the filter wasn't excessive,

there were no crow's feet or laugh lines.

And if you've been with enough women, you know—

once wrinkles start forming, the breasts sag too.

Before I knew it, I blurted out to Mi-in:

"Mi-in, let's get married. Right now."

"Huh? Suddenly? Did you like my mom? Hihihi."

Mi-in laughed playfully, but—

I really did like her mother.

Mi-in in my arms right now was already top-tier wife material,

but judging by the photo, her mother was—

dare I say—

an upgraded version.

No, a premium upgraded version.

"Ah... also, Oppa, I never mentioned this,

but I grew up in a single-mother household.

My parents divorced when I was really young.

I barely remember my father's face.

After the divorce, he ran off with another woman and lives abroad now."

"Ah... I see. It must've been hard for you, Mi-in.

I'll be the pillar of this household now.

I'll be a dependable man for you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and your mother."

"Sniff... I'm touched. Thank you, Oppa."

Tears welled in Mi-in's eyes as she gripped my dick with one hand.

Then, her mouth descended on it again.

Slurp—slurp—

I meant every word about being dependable.

I knew mother-daughter threesomes existed in reality,

but I never thought the opportunity would come to me.

I assumed it was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a fantasy only A-rank Hunters got to enjoy.

"Ugh... I'm gonna cum again."

"Mmm... yeah... Oppa, cum in my mouth..."

"Baby, I love you."

Splurt—

My protein-packed load shot straight into Mi-in's mouth.

Even though it was the third round, her blowjob skills milked every last drop from deep inside my balls.

Gulp—

"Mmm. Delicious. Oppa, did you eat fruit today? Apples?"

"Huh? How'd you know? Are you a cum sommelier now, baby?"

"Hihihi. Come here, kiss me."

"Ah... no way! Hahaha."

Mi-in always pulled this prank after sex.

And so, as the seasons changed,

we had sex everywhere—

the office, the company stairs, the car,

motels, her rented room, park benches.

Finally, the day of the formal meeting between families arrived.

***

We kept it simple—a Western-style restaurant near her family's home.

My parents were quiet by nature and didn't say much,

but they always respected my decisions, so the marriage proceeded smoothly.

Everyone exchanged pleasantries and well-wishes for the couple's future.

I kept smiling the whole time,

nodding gratefully in response.

But what really made me smile was something else entirely.

Her mother.

Seeing my mother-in-law in person exceeded even my wildest imagination.

Her silhouette, wrapped in a hanbok,

was like premium whiskey chocolate wrapped in high-end packaging—

a sight so tempting I wanted to unwrap her and devour her right then.

I was so busy swallowing my drool that I barely touched my food.

"Oh my, son-in-law, why aren't you eating?

I know the setting might be awkward,

but please, eat comfortably."

With a sly smile,

she dipped a raw oyster in sauce and brought it to my mouth.

"Yes. Thank you, Mother-in-law."

I accepted it bashfully.

They say a son-in-law's love is for his mother-in-law,

but raw oysters at first meeting?

What was the meaning?

Was she telling me to fuck Mi-in well?

Or that she wanted to be fucked?

As I pondered whether my imagination was running wild,

something brushed against my leg under the table.

No—it was hiking up my pant leg to stroke my bare skin.

The texture was soft yet slightly rough—

the small, delicate foot of my mother-in-law in her traditional socks.

Clink—

I deliberately dropped my spoon under the table.

Peeking beneath the tablecloth,

I saw her discarded flower shoes

and the foot that had been caressing me now folded—

but her hanbok skirt was hiked up, legs spread wide.

I froze.

No panties.

"Huh? Oppa, what's wrong? Can't find the spoon? Just ask for a new one."

"Uh... uh, yeah. Just a sec, it's right there but I can't reach ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it."

I bent forward decisively and ducked under the table.

I already had the spoon in hand.

I just wanted to touch—

that lush forest between her legs.

I reached out.

Swipe—

First, the coarse pubic hair grazed my fingers,

then the soft, sponge-cake-like flesh beneath.

I pressed my index finger firmly against her clit,

dragged it down her urethra,

and swept straight into her vaginal opening.

It was already slick with arousal.

I licked the juices off my finger.

'Ahh! This taste!'

I cheered internally.

Like a strawberry trifle from a five-star hotel.

Who knew a woman in her 40s could taste this sweet?

That youthful bush,

those folds I wanted to take a mouthful ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of—

right before my eyes.

And I had tasted them.

Just as my awe and excitement peaked,

Mi-in tapped my back.

"Oppa, still can't find it? Just ask for another one!"

"Yeah. Just found it. Here."

I wiped my saliva-soaked lips

and straightened up in my chair.

Mother-in-law stared straight at me.

Her eyes gleamed with unmistakable satisfaction.

"Thank you for giving us such a dependable son-in-law."

Her foot slid back under my pant leg,

stroking my shin up and down.

I was so turned on my underwear was soaked with pre-cum.

"Oppa, why so quiet today?

You're usually so talkative. Nervous?"

"Uh... yeah, guess so. M-Mother-in-law,

thank you for raising Mi-in so beautifully."

Her foot retreated.

"Yes. Thank you.

Please live happily with our Mi-in forever.

And take good care of me too. Hohoho."

Then her foot returned under my pant leg—

this time bare.

"Yes. From now on, I'll take responsibility for both Mi-in and you, Mother-in-law."

My cheeks flushed as I smiled and bowed slightly.

When I looked up,

her eyes swirled with endless desire.

I didn't look away—I dove straight into that whirlpool.

"This was a joyful and grateful occasion.

I look forward to the future, son-in-law!"

She pinched my shin with her toes.

"Thank you, Mother-in-law."

What I really meant was: Thank you for the feast to come.

And so, our family meeting came to an end.