Side Story 1 - Seong-mi's Brothel (Complete)
The man who dragged the mother and daughter into the master bedroom first made them lick his feet. Of course, satisfying the man's conquering lust and serving him was their sacred duty as onaholes, so the duo licked their customer's toes with joyful hearts.
"Mmm, slurp... smack, smack... lick, lick... Does our tongues feel good? Yeah, sluuuurp... Your toes are so thick and manly. Just licking them fills this deep void in my heart... Real men even taste delicious down to their toes. Sluuuuurp..."
"Heh heh, yeah? Have you ever sucked your daddy's toes before?"
At the customer's question, Seong-mi jumped in shock and yelled.
"D-Don't say such ridiculous things! Licking that worthless dick's toes would make me puke—it's disgusting! The only feet worth licking for onaholes like us belong to real men with magnificent cocks! We're not brainless sluts who'll take any guy just because he's got a dick. Get that straight!"
The customer cackled at Seong-mi's passionate outburst and apologized to her.
"Oh, right. Sorry about that. Heh heh heh, so that worthless-dick bastard's never gotten this kind of treatment? Heh heh, struts around the office like hot shit, but gets treated like trash by his own kid and wife—total loser life. Hahaha!"
The customer laughed his ass off, who knows why. His twitching toes made it hard to lick properly, but Seong-mi did her trained best, tonguing between them like they were sweet candy. Right now, their tongues were nothing more or less than the customer's foot wipes.
"Hey, you mommy onahole. Stop with the toes and lick my armpits now. Use those lips you kissed your husband with, saying you loved him."
"Oh, customer, you're so naughty."
Mommy furrowed her brows like it was a hassle but obediently pressed against his side, burying her face in his armpit and slobbering over it with care. It wasn't the armpit-licking itself that bugged her—it was the tease about kissing her husband that stung.
Licking armpits and toes—acts so gross even top whores wouldn't do them without a fat stack of cash. But here, it happened effortlessly. No extra charge needed. This was just basic service bundled with pussy sex. It already maxed out the man's conquest high, and the fact that they were his boss's daughter and wife? His cock swelled like it was about to burst, even though he'd thought he'd gotten used to it.
Imagining his boss—working outside on what should be a day off, oblivious to his family turned into this—added a delicious pinch of salt.
As the customer savored those thoughts, peeking into the minds of the serving mother-daughter duo revealed they weren't hating it either.
'Love licking armpits... It really drives home that I'm just a tool for the customer's pleasure. Is he feeling good right now? Hope he enjoys our bodies to the fullest.'
'So this is what toe-licking feels like. Not bad at all? Onaholes are meant to be men's lust disposals, huh. Even this feels good. If I wasn't an onahole, I'd never know. Becoming one was the best thing ever—even if I didn't choose it myself.'
In this lewd, vulgar space, no one was unhappy. Wasn't this the real heaven?
"Good, that's enough. Licking's fun, but now it's time to satisfy my cock. Which pussy should I break in first?"
"Why not try my daughter's pussy first? You've used mine plenty already—time for some fresh goods now and then? Oh, but her onahole pussy's not exactly brand-new anymore."
"Mom, don't say unnecessary stuff."
For onaholes, "brand-new" wasn't a compliment. Vets proven by countless men were superior—that was the consensus among them. But saying it outright to a customer felt embarrassing. From mom's view as a fellow pussy slut, she wanted to push her own hole first, but onahole priorities put men's satisfaction above their own pleasure. Yielding and restraint were key. So she suppressed her instincts and recommended her daughter's.
The customer accepted. "Yeah? Then let's sample the daughter's pussy this time. Heh heh, while that bastard slaves away, I'm feasting on his daughter and wife's holes. Oh, right—mommy pussy, get up front and do a slutty dance to make my cock harder. Cheer it on. The dumber you look, the hornier I get."
"Yes!"
Mom stood before the bed as ordered, legs spread wide, thrusting out her tits in a pervy pose. She shook her rack and pussy wildly in a trashy dance, shouting.
"Cock! Cock forever! Pound my daughter's pussy raw! Dunk your cum in her trashcan womb!♥ If she gets knocked up, dump it on that worthless-dick loser—no worries, just breed her irresponsibly—sex sex sex!"
Her face twisted slutty as she chanted sex amid the vulgar pussy dance. Seong-mi had never seen mom go this hard—not even with Hyeonju's Oppa. But rationally, if Oppa wanted it, mom would've done it. So this wasn't special; it was peak onahole whore behavior. Almost admirable.
"Puhahaha, so fucking ridiculous I can't stop laughing. Hubby's a total limp-dick loser, so his wife's gotta be this nasty... Alright, let's taste what that bastard spawned."
The customer beckoned with a finger, and Seong-mi scurried over. He sat on the bed's edge, positioning her for reverse cowgirl. Turning her back, she sank onto his knees, engulfing his cock in her pussy—the thick stretch nearly made her cum on the spot.
"Hngaaah...♥ Your cock's amazing. Never tried it with that worthless dick, but no way it compares."
"Heh heh, this bitch is sharp—unlike her old man. Knows exactly what men want. Heh, let's taste this clever slut's pussy."
His palm SMACKed her side-ass. Seong-mi reflexively shook her hips, serving his cock. It wasn't quite Oppa-level, but plenty to subdue an onahole pussy. Definitely a man's cock.
"Ahng, ahng!♥ Sorry for what that worthless dick did—we'll make it up with our pussies~♥ Taste us and let it go. How long can a limp failure last anyway? Right? I'll gum your cock with my Seong-mi pussy, okay?"
Seong-mi deep-throated it to the hilt, kneading her walls around the base. The customer loved it, cackling as he yanked her nipples and licked her neck.
"Fucking slut. Nothing to making a man's cock throb, huh? Just like your mom. Heh, yeah. Gonna flood this pussy with cum—get pregnant. Dump all the kids on that bastard. Useless cock? At least be an ATM. Right?"
"Aaaang!♥ Spot on. Useless dick means pay up with cash. Customer, creampie our pussies worry-free. Go team cock! Go team cock!"
Mom slyly nudged for the pricier creampie upgrade. Pro whore through and through—cunning on money matters. But the customer seemed game anyway, so no scam.
"Yeah, yeah. Gonna stuff you both full—no escape. Brace yourselves. Heh heh heh."
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"...I'm home."
Seong-mi's dad trudged in, voice heavy with exhaustion. No response. Not surprising anymore. Lately, it was always like this. Monday to Sunday, no days off, overtime every night, slaving to bring home cash—but zero thanks. No bentos lately; ramen for dinner, sofa for bed. He sensed something unfair, but couldn't pinpoint it. Just... daily life. The weight of being the breadwinner?
"...Might as well see my wife's face before bed."
She never let him in the master anymore, but she was still his wife. The tired husband flung open the door. There was his wife, cowgirling his subordinate with gusto.
"Nnghooooh!♥ Cock so gooood!♥♥ Way thicker and longer than that worthless dick!♥♥ Serving a cock like this—best everrr!♥♥"
"Wha—what..."
A heart-ripping pain hit the husband. He didn't know why. His whore wife selling pussy to other men was normal.
"Whoops, boss? Just borrowing the missus's pussy."
"Uh, uh... Y-Yeah... It's late, huh."
"Yeah, was gonna bust a few quick nuts, but these pussies grip too good. Taking tomorrow off—switched to 24-hour special. Got free use till afternoon."
"Two... two of them...?"
Only then did the husband spot his daughter on the floor, ahegao-faced and collapsed. Each breath made cum bubble psshh, psshh from her packed pussy. It felt... devastating. No clue why.
"Heh, living with premium pussies like these? Lucky. Though you can't use 'em... Oh, always wrap it up when you do—handle any pregnancies yourself~"
"Uh, uh... Yeah... Breadwinner's duty."
Some inexpressible rage echoed in his chest, but it stayed bottled, rotting inside.
"Nnghaaang...♥ Ignore that worthless dick—focus on my pussy. Don't waste my service eyeing elsewhere..."
His wife glared daggers. "And you! Told you not to barge in! Worthless-dick punk, who said you could enter our room!? Get out!"
"Uh, uh..."
Under her wrath, he bolted. He'd meant to greet her, but the scene blanked his mind. Door shut, and female moans pierced the air. Listening, he realized his cock was rock-hard. No relief, though—worthless dicks weren't allowed to jerk off.
"...Bedtime."
Dawn-to-dusk grind tomorrow. Needed sleep fast, even on the lumpy sofa. He lay down, eyes shut. Aching erection? Tough luck—endure.
'We used to have... a nicer home life, right?'
Distant memory now. No idea how it changed, no fix. He let consciousness fade into escape-sleep.