The Legend Returns

Sunday afternoon.

Min-ho was sprawled across the bed when the buzz of his phone dragged his eyes open. The name glowing on the screen was Park Yoon-a — his partner from his very first film, and his official girlfriend.

The line went dead. Min-ho cocked his head. He had been to Yoon-a's place a few times, but she had never once offered to introduce him to anyone. Another male actor? A friend?

He showered quickly and threw on some clothes.

Ever since he had reached Level 5, his body had never left peak condition. Stamina 50. Virility 70. Whatever was waiting for him, he was sure he could meet it.

He stood at Yoon-a's door and pressed the bell. It opened at once.

"Min-ho, you're here?"

Yoon-a welcomed him with open delight. She was dressed for home — a loose white T-shirt and a pair of hot pants — but the silhouette showing through the shirt was as enticing as ever.

"Yoon-a, who is it you're introducing me to?"

"Just come in. She's in the living room."

He followed her through, and found a woman seated on the sofa.

"...Huh?"

For an instant he thought it was Yoon-a. A second look told him otherwise. She was a little more mature, her allure heavier and riper. She looked to be in her mid-forties, and yet her skin was as taut as a woman in her twenties, and her figure was every bit as lush as Yoon-a's — lusher, if anything. Seated with her legs crossed in a deeply plunging wine-colored dress, she was overwhelming.

"Mom, Min-ho's here."

"Mom...?"

His eyes went wide.

The woman rose and smiled with elegant grace.

"Welcome, Min-ho. It's lovely to meet you. I'm Yoon-a's mother, Joo Mi-ran."

Joo Mi-ran. He knew that name. Coming into the AV industry, he had gone back through its history, and she was not a woman you could miss — not if you were a fan, and not if you were simply a citizen of the republic. Twenty years ago she had been the legendary actress who ruled Korean AV. When Yoon-a debuted, the fact that she was Joo Mi-ran's daughter had only made the story bigger.

"Ah... hello! I'm Jeong Min-ho. I've been a fan!"

He bowed from the waist, a full ninety degrees. A legend, standing right in front of him.

"Hoho, don't be so stiff. Sit. Make yourself comfortable."

Mi-ran patted the cushion beside her. He lowered himself carefully, and she looked him over without the slightest shame.

"Even better in person. The camera doesn't do you justice, does it?"

"You flatter me."

"Yoon-a's told me plenty. That our son-in-law is that impressive."

"I'm sorry...? S-son-in-law?"

Flustered, he looked to Yoon-a. She only beamed.

"Oh my. If you're my daughter's lover, you're my son-in-law. What else would you be, a stranger?"

Mi-ran smiled, slow and sultry, and laid a hand on his thigh. The touch was practiced. This was no casual brush of skin; it was the touch of someone reading the grain of the muscle beneath.

"Um... the reason you wanted to see me today..."

"Curiosity. I wanted to know what kind of man my daughter fell so hard for. And..."

Her eyes flashed.

"As a senior from the old days, I was curious just how much skill this comet of a junior actually has."

"Skill..."

"And the most important part is the test. Whether I can keep entrusting our Yoon-a to you."

"A test?"

"Of course. When an AV actress who happens to be your mother-in-law tests her son-in-law, what else would she test him with?"

She brought her lips to his ear.

His heart hammered. A legendary senior — and his girlfriend's mother. She was proposing sex.

"I... Yoon-a? What is this..."

He looked to her for rescue. Her answer hit harder than the proposition.

"Min-ho, do you remember? The first time we met, I told you I wanted to plan a project myself and write the script, and that I absolutely wanted you in it."

"I remember."

"This is it."

Yoon-a picked up the proposal lying on the table.

"A mother and daughter... feast?"

"That's right. Mom retired and she's been resting ever since, but lately she's been wanting to come back. She can't just work with anyone, though. Not with her reputation."

Yoon-a took his hand.

"So I planned it. Mom's spectacular comeback. And the man opposite her is the biggest in Korea — Jeong Min-ho."

"But... with my mother-in-law..."

"After Mom retired and I debuted, the two of us never actually shot anything together, and I've always regretted it. This is a really good chance. For you, and for Mom."

Mi-ran took his other hand.

"Son-in-law, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do you not want me because I'm old? I'm not quite what I was in my prime, but I've kept myself up."

"N-no! You're beautiful. It's only that you're Yoon-a's mother..."

"Doesn't that make it hotter? Your lover's mom. Fucking your mother-in-law."

The bluntness of it sent a throb straight through his groin.

"I prepared specially for today. Think of it as a rehearsal, and as the families meeting."

Mi-ran undid his belt.

"They say seeing once beats hearing a hundred times. Let Mom inspect the famous article herself."

His pants and underwear came down in a single motion. His enormous other self sprang free, already fully hard from nothing but the talk between the two of them.

"My god..."

Mi-ran covered her mouth. The eyes of a twenty-year veteran wavered.

"It's... on another level from the screen. Is this really a person's?"

She closed a trembling hand around his shaft. One hand could not contain it.

"Oh... it's hot. Look at those veins. No wonder Yoon-a loses her mind."

She put out her tongue and gave the tip of his glans a delicate lick.

"Nngh... Mother-in-law..."

"Oh my, already reacting? What a cute son-in-law."

Then she buried her face in earnest, and the wet sound of her mouth filled the room. A legend was a different creature entirely. She was not simply sucking. She controlled the pressure inside her mouth and drew the head into a vacuum, teased the slit with her tongue, and opened her throat to swallow him all the way to the root — deep throat, taught as doctrine.

"Ghk... Mother-in-law... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you're... too good at this..."

"Mmm... not yet... this much is nothing..."

She looked up at him with him still in her mouth. Under that obscene gaze he nearly came on the spot.

Hold it. Ejaculation Control.

The urge had climbed to the very brink, but he crushed it with will, leaving the pleasure where it was and letting the need to finish sink away.

That was when Yoon-a came over.

"Don't hog all the good stuff, Mom. Let me in."

She leaned in close to his face.

"Min-ho, kiss me. Mom down there, me up here."

He caught the back of her neck and kissed her deep. Below, his mother-in-law worked him with her mouth; above, he was lost in a deep kiss with her daughter. It was transgression at its absolute limit.

"Mmm... haa... your lips taste good, Min-ho..."

Yoon-a drew back and whispered at his ear.

"Well? Mom's good, isn't she? I learned from her."

"I'm losing my mind... both of you... you're the best..."

Mi-ran let him slip from her mouth. A long thread of saliva stretched between them.

"Hoo... my jaw's gone numb. Son-in-law, you are stupidly big. I thought you were going to tear my throat."

She wiped her lips and slid the straps of the dress from her shoulders. It fell to the floor, and black lace lingerie came into view — an F-cup on the verge of spilling, a narrow waist, a lush and heavy ass. Forty-seven years old, and the number meant nothing.

"Well then. Time for the main event, isn't it? Yoon-a, do you want to go first?"

"No. You first, Mom. It's your comeback."

"Then I won't decline. Son-in-law, lay me down."

Mi-ran ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stretched out on the sofa and opened her legs in an M. The black panties were already soaked through.

"Son-in-law, your mother-in-law's pussy is wet and panting... you're going to put it in, aren't you?"

"Mother-in-law... pardon the intrusion."

He pushed in between her legs, drew the panties aside, and set the huge head against her wet entrance.

"Haa... I'm shaking... how long has it been..."

She gripped his arm tight.

"Put it in. Son-in-law."

He drove into her.

"Aaaah!"

Mi-ran's head snapped back.

"Big...! Too big...! My belly... it's full...!"

"Are you all right, Mother-in-law?"

"Nnh... I'm fine... it's good, even... this weight, since I retired... it's the first time..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck.

"More... drive it deeper... all the way to my womb..."

He began to move. The slap of his hips was fierce enough to make the sofa creak.

"Ah! Ah! Son-in-law! Yes! You're killing me! It's too good!"

"Mother-in-law... the way you grip me... this is no joke. You're a masterpiece..."

"Aang! Of course I am! Do you know who I am? Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Beside them, Yoon-a was filming.

"Wow... look at Mom's face. She really feels it. Min-ho, you're incredible."

She set the camera down and pressed herself against his back.

"Min-ho, don't only take care of Mom. Me too."

She licked his ear.

"It's a threesome. Let's make a sandwich."

"A sandwich?"

Mi-ran laughed from beneath him.

"Yes... Yoon-a... come up on top..."

Still buried in Mi-ran, he raised his torso. Yoon-a climbed over his face and spread her legs.

"Min-ho, suck mine too. While you're fucking Mom."

Below, he ravaged his mother-in-law. With his mouth, he sucked his girlfriend's clit, wet and greedy.

"Aah! Your tongue, Min-ho! Yes! Mom, how's his hips?"

"I'm losing my mind... nnh... my son-in-law's cock... stirring me up inside... aang!"

The living room filled with rough breath and the clap of skin on skin. Min-ho drew on Ejaculation Control to its limit. Any ordinary man would have finished several times over by now. He held on — until he had utterly undone the two of them, mother and daughter.

"Mother-in-law, I'll change positions."

He sat Mi-ran up and turned her around. In front of her, Yoon-a stole her mother's lips. While mother and daughter kissed, he entered Mi-ran from behind.

"Hhk! From behind... so deep...!"

"Mom, is it good? Isn't he huge?"

"Yes... Yoon-a... your eye for men... is really the best... nnh!"

He seized Mi-ran's ass and drove into her like an animal.

"Ah! Ah! Son-in-law! I'm going to come! Mother-in-law's coming!"

Her walls spasmed and clamped down hard around him.

"Together, Mother-in-law!"

He let go of everything he had been holding back. It erupted in a staggering volume, hot semen pouring into the depths of her body like a waterfall.

"Aaaaah! It's hot! It's overflowing! My son-in-law's cum is overflowing!"

Her legs gave out and she sank down. White fluid spilled from her entrance and ran in a thick trail down her thighs.

"Haa... haa..."

But it was not the end. Even after he came, his cock had not gone soft.

"Oh my... you're still hard?"

Mi-ran stared at it through unfocused eyes, astonished.

"Yoon-a... your boyfriend... is a monster."

"Right? Mom. And this is nothing. Min-ho can go all night."

Yoon-a led him toward the bedroom.

"Come on, round two is on the bed. Mom, can you make it?"

"Nnh... I have to... how could I rest and leave a treasure like this..."

Mi-ran staggered after them.

That night, Min-ho laid Yoon-a's home to absolute waste. A mother-daughter feast, a sandwich, mother and daughter taking him with their mouths at once — every position the three of them could find, he worked through. Ejaculation Control kept him from tiring. When Yoon-a collapsed from exhaustion he took Mi-ran; when Mi-ran passed out, he woke Yoon-a and fucked her again.

"Son-in-law... please... let me live... it's too good..."

Four in the morning. Mi-ran clutched the headboard and begged. Her body was smeared all over with semen and sweat.

"Mother-in-law, we aren't finished. A comeback has to be shot properly."

He took her by the waist and started to move again.

"Aaaang! Really... the best... in my whole life... I've never had a man like this...!"

That night, counting every year she had spent at the top of the industry, Mi-ran broke her lifetime record for orgasms.

By the time morning light slipped into the room, Yoon-a and Mi-ran lay tangled together, dead to the world. Only Min-ho sat beside the bed with a clear, refreshed face, drinking water.

Stamina 50. Virility 70. And Ejaculation Control. Together, they made him untouchable.

He looked at Mi-ran's sleeping face.

Mother-in-law... you were really something.

Age was only a number. Her grip and her technique had lived up to every word of the legend.

"Mmm..."

Mi-ran opened her eyes. The moment she saw him, color rose in her face.

"Son-in-law... you're up?"

"Yes, Mother-in-law. How's your body?"

"My body? I think every joint has melted. The way you pounded me..."

She drew the blanket up and laughed.

"Still... it was really good. Thank you, son-in-law."

"I enjoyed it too."

"This project — we do it. No question. It'll be a smash. I guarantee it."

There was no doubt in her voice.

"And... not only for the shoot. You'll come by like this sometimes, won't you?"

"Sorry?"

"Your mother-in-law has had a taste of her son-in-law now... so you'll take responsibility, won't you?"

She winked, sultry as ever. Beside her, Yoon-a — who had only been pretending to sleep — opened her eyes.

"Mom! Don't steal my man!"

"Oh my, you're awake? I said the tasty things ought to be shared."

The three of them burst out laughing on the bed. A successful meeting of the families — if one could call it that — and a perfect rehearsal.

That was when it came. A notification chime, brighter and lighter than any he had ever heard, rang through Min-ho's head.

This was no simple tally.

Min-ho's eyes flew open.

A level-up...!

Filling a headcount of women, or a quota of climaxes, was not the only road. A monumental breach of taboo like this was itself a condition of growth the system was willing to recognize.

A mother-daughter feast... it really is monumental. And with a legendary AV mother and daughter, no less.

Level 6. Another evolution, arrived in a moment he had not seen coming.

He closed the Status Window for the time being. Checking the reward and assigning the points could wait; there would be time enough later. For now he wanted to linger in the thrill of the achievement, and in the warmth of the mother and daughter lying on either side of him.

He looked from one to the other — the most obscene, and the most lovable, mother and daughter in the world — and smiled.

His legend was still being written. It had not paused, and it would not.