Return of the Family

Opening day of Return of the Legend.

The Korean entertainment world turned, quite literally, upside down.

From morning on, the real-time rankings on every major portal were plastered over with keywords tied to the film.

Ticketing servers crashed under the load. From the dawn-discount screenings to the last midnight show, every single seat sold out.

"Whoa... Min-ho, look at this. Ninety-eight percent of reservations. Our screen share is basically a monopoly."

In the van between venues, Kang Ji-eun shoved her tablet at him, buzzing.

"People are dying of curiosity. Park Yoon-a, a top actress, and Joo Mi-ran, a living legend, in a movie where they roll around in bed with you — and you're Yoon-a's actual boyfriend. Even if it were only nosiness, nobody could stay away."

Ji-eun straightened his tie and winked.

"Nail the stage greeting today. You're not just an actor anymore. You're the hottest thing in the country — the nation's son-in-law, and its sex icon."

The grand cinema at Yeongdeungpo Times Square. The leads had gathered in the waiting room.

Joo Mi-ran wore a lavish black dress, every line of her alluring. Park Yoon-a had chosen pure white, a dress that played up her innocence. Between them stood Jeong Min-ho in a suit cut so perfectly to his body it might have been made for no one else.

"Son-in-law. You're looking awfully fine today."

Mi-ran sat on the waiting-room sofa with her legs crossed and let her hand drift, casual as anything, across his ass.

"You're beautiful yourself today, Mother-in-law. If someone told me you and Yoon-a were sisters, I'd believe them."

"Oh, listen to that pretty mouth. You'll have the whole audience on the floor."

Beside him, Yoon-a looped her arm through his and pouted.

"Mom. He's my boyfriend. Don't covet him so much. I only loaned him out for the movie."

"Oh, this girl. Good things are meant to be shared. And didn't the three of us have such a good time in the film?"

The joke between mother and daughter was private and dangerous, and the air in the waiting room flushed hot. Min-ho eased the skill open, barely a crack.

In the sealed room, color climbed into both women's cheeks.

"All right — you're on!"

At the staffer's cue, they stepped into the theater.

"Kyaaaaa!"

"Jeong Min-ho! Jeong Min-ho!"

A roar went up that threatened to lift the roof. Once, the cheers had belonged mostly to the men. Now the women's screams were louder. His overwhelming build, the way the suit sat on him, the virile image that seemed to punch straight through the screen — it had the women in the audience by the heart.

Then the Q&A. A reporter raised a hand.

"Min-ho. Filming a bed scene with Ms. Mi-ran — her mother — while your actual lover, Ms. Yoon-a, was right there... how did that feel? Honestly, didn't it feel taboo?"

Min-ho let out a short, soft laugh and took the mic.

"Taboo? Please. I was only playing a man loved by the two most beautiful women in the world. And of course, I love them both very much offscreen, too."

The answer was assured and shamelessly smooth, and another cheer detonated through the house.

The premiere ended. The night deepened.

A penthouse in one of Gangnam's finest hotels — a private afterparty Mi-ran had arranged specially, to toast the film's record-breaking opening.

"Son-in-law, you really put in the work today. Come on. A toast."

Mi-ran, Yoon-a, and Min-ho touched champagne flutes. Min-ho drained his and spoke.

"Mother-in-law. Yoon-a. Doesn't it feel a little thin, celebrating with only the three of us?"

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

"A true family party needs one more."

He smiled, the look full of meaning, and glanced toward the entryway. Right on cue, the bell rang.

"Who is it?"

Puzzled, Yoon-a opened the door.

Outside stood a middle-aged woman in neat, refined everyday clothes, poised without trying. Lee Mi-young — Min-ho's own mother, and his lover.

"Oh... Mother?"

Yoon-a startled and stepped back. Mi-young had come because Min-ho called, riding over in the car he sent.

"Oh my, our in-law is here!"

Mi-ran welcomed her warmly. They had traded a passing greeting at the hospital once, but a private drinking table like this was a first.

"Min-ho... he insisted I come. I hope I'm not in the way..."

Mi-young stepped in, shy. Min-ho went to her and slipped an arm around her waist as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"In the way? Without Mom, it isn't a perfect family."

Four of them in the living room. His birth mother, Mi-young. His mother-in-law, Mi-ran. His girlfriend, Yoon-a. And Min-ho. A combination that existed nowhere else on earth — strange, and dangerous.

He threw the skill open to its limit.

In a breath, the wide living room of the hotel penthouse filled with the thick, dense scent of a male.

"Haa... in-law... that smell... it's too good..."

The first to answer, as ever, was Mi-ran, honest about her hunger. She set the champagne down and came to him, unsteady on her feet.

"I felt it at the hospital too, but... you raised your boy so well. This... sturdy."

Her hand stroked the inside of his thigh.

"And you, in-law, brought such a beautiful Yoon-a into the world."

Mi-young was not about to lose. She too was drunk on his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pheromone; the caution she usually wore had burned away, and instinct was waking.

"Mom. Say hello. To my other mom."

At that provocative little prompt, Mi-young's eyes wavered.

"In-law... our Min-ho is awfully good in bed, isn't he?"

She asked it boldly.

"Oh, don't even start. You saw the movie. Yoon-a and I both threw ourselves at him and still couldn't handle him. An absolute beast, I'm telling you."

Mi-ran laughed, sultry, and undid his belt. The buckle gave, his trousers dropped, and what sprang free was already raging — his enormous cock, the full staggering splendor of a Virility of 75.

"Oh my... dear God..."

It was her son's, and still Mi-young could not help a gasp of awe every time she saw it. Yoon-a swallowed, hard.

"Now then. Shall the real family let it all out together?"

Min-ho sat in the center of the sofa.

"In-law, shall we bet which of us is better?"

Mi-ran provoked first. She sank to her knees between his left thigh and the cushion.

"Min-ho... can Mom... do it too?"

Mi-young's voice shook. Mi-ran and Yoon-a were right there, watching.

"Of course. You're a woman too, Mom."

The moment he allowed it, Mi-young moved as if spellbound and took her place along his right thigh.

"Oh? In-law... you're really going to? Your own son's?"

Mi-ran stared, startled, and Yoon-a clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Mother... you and Min-ho, really...?"

With that bomb dropped, Mi-young took his balls into her mouth. Wet, obscene sounds followed — slick suction, the soft pull of her lips.

"Hh—!"

Yoon-a was aghast. Two women who stood as in-laws to each other, competing to worship her boyfriend's cock. It was shocking. And yet, whether from the pheromone or something worse, what rose in her was not disgust but an excitement she had no words for.

"Yoon-a. You watch from between your stepdad's legs."

He drew her in against his chest as he said it.

"Stepdad? Why would you be my stepdad!"

Color flooded her face as she balked.

"I slept with your mom, Mi-ran. That basically makes me your stepdad. Doesn't it?"

"What kind of nonsense is that! You're my boyfriend!"

"Haha. Exactly. Boyfriend and stepdad. So the family register gets a little tangled — if it feels good, who cares?"

He kneaded Yoon-a's breasts and savored the service of the two mothers below.

"Hnnngh...!"

"Mother... the way you use your tongue... that's not even fair."

Yoon-a looked down and called the action in a voice gone wet. When Mi-ran sucked the head, Mi-young licked up the shaft. Mi-ran, flustered at first, felt her competitive streak catch fire at the flash of Mi-young's technique.

"In-law, I can't lose either. Let me show you."

Mi-ran took him deeper, all the way down her throat.

"All right. Time to really put it together."

He stood Mi-ran up and bent her over the sofa.

"Mother-in-law. Coming in from behind."

He drove into her in one deep stroke.

"Aaaaah—!"

Mi-ran's head snapped back.

"Yoon-a, you take the front."

He sat Yoon-a astride the back of the woman bent beneath him, and kissed her face to face. Then he called Mi-young.

"Mom. You take the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bottom."

Mi-young lay on the floor directly beneath where he and Mi-ran were joined, and worked her tongue over his swinging balls and his perineum as he moved. Slap. Slap. The strike of skin on skin rang through the penthouse.

"Switching. Mom — no. Mi-young! Get over here!"

Lost in the rush, he threw the old name away. He pulled out of Mi-ran and hauled Mi-young up off the floor.

"Son... no, baby..."

Mi-young, too, did what she usually did with him in private, and let go of the word son. Mi-ran and Yoon-a went wide-eyed at the change in what they called each other, but they were already soaked in pleasure, past the point of questioning it.

"Baby... I'm ready..."

A thick, grinding push, and he sank in to the root.

"Haaaahn—!"

The depraved thrill of forcing his way into his own mother's tight heat. He gripped Mi-young's waist and drove up into her like a man gone mad.

From beside them, Mi-ran kneaded Mi-young's breasts.

"In-law — no, sis! You take it so well! Is it better because it's your son?"

"Hh—! So... so good... baby, you're the best...!"

Mi-young howled like an animal. Watching her, Yoon-a couldn't hold her own heat and clung to Min-ho's back.

"Oppa! Me too! Give it to me too! Don't only do the moms!"

What remained was to finish all three of them at once. He took the women to the wide king-size bed and laid Mi-young, Yoon-a, and Mi-ran out side by side.

"Spread your legs. All of you. I'll share my seed evenly."

He moved like a runaway train — fucking Yoon-a, then Mi-ran, then Mi-young again.

"Coming! All of you — take it!"

He angled himself into the open air and came. Thick, scalding semen poured down like rain, painting all three women's faces, breasts, and bellies white.

"Kyaaa!"

"It's warm..."

"Son-in-law... you're the best..."

Drenched in his cum, the three of them clutched one another and came. It was a Return of the Family — more shocking, and more obscene, than the ending of Return of the Legend.

The next morning, when room service reached the suite, Min-ho was on the terrace in a bathrobe, drinking coffee. On the bed the three women lay tangled together, dead asleep. On the news, a breaking report was running.

His fame had climbed to a height no one else could touch. Sunlight on his face, Min-ho smiled. The mother he loved, his mother-in-law, and his lover. A man who held all of them. That was Jeong Min-ho now.

Perfect.

He set the cup down and turned back toward the bed. The women still sleeping there were owed a good morning. The king of the AV industry did not get days off.