The Hierarchy Takes Hold
Knock, knock.
"From now on, just knock and come right in."
"Yes, Master."
"How's the new role treating you?"
I asked as I admired Mom walking into my room in nothing but her underwear.
"It's still... awkward."
I stared at her enormous breasts, then stepped close and gently stroked her ass.
"Hah!... Nngh..."
"How does it feel?"
"It... feels strange."
"Because I'm your son?"
"Th-that too... and..."
"Speak properly!"
"It doesn't feel strange!"
"Good. I didn't like that hesitant mumbling of yours."
Squeeze—squeeze—squeeze—
I kept kneading her ass right through the fabric of her panties.
"You put a little more thought into your underwear today, huh?"
"Hah..!... Yes.... You scolded me about it last time..."
"Take off the bra."
"Yes... Hah.. Y-yes..."
Mom let out a soft moan as she unclasped her bra.
The moment it came free, her full, heavy breasts burst out as if exploding into the open air.
Up close, I could see the faint blue veins tracing across the pale, milky skin of her breasts.
"The chest I drank from growing up..."
I grabbed a rough handful of her tits.
"Hngh...!"
"Standing in front of your son with your nipples standing at attention, huh? Han Mijeong, you're my slave, right?"
"Yes... Y-yes... I am Master's slave..."
"If I tell you to strip completely, you strip completely."
"Yes.... Master..."
Mom began to tremble all over.
Looking down at the front of her black panties, I saw a dark, damp patch even blacker than the fabric itself—soaked through.
I brushed that spot lightly with my fingers.
Sticky strands of her juices stretched between my fingertips and her pussy.
She was thoroughly wet.
"You're soaked. You're a real fucking pervert slut, aren't you?"
"N-no, I'm not..."
"Then why are you this wet?"
"Th-that's because you touched me..."
"Isn't that you getting off? That makes you a pervert."
"I'm sorry..."
I slipped my hand under the front of her panties and started stirring her open with my fingers.
"Hah.... Nngh.... I don't want this... Please..."
"Stay still."
"Hnnngh...!"
She tensed every muscle in her body, but she couldn't bring herself to resist and simply stood there.
"If you get this wet from just this much, how much more are you going to drip for everything else?"
Mom stood there flushing scarlet at my filthy words.
Slurp—
I sucked the fingers coated in her juices clean.
A fragrant taste—sour-sweet, with the lingering scent of her skin still clinging to it.
I took one more long look at the body of the woman standing there, then ordered her to go back to whatever she had been doing.
Only after being thoroughly degraded did Mom finally leave the master bedroom.
It was mortifying, but from now on she would have to live in this house wearing nothing but underwear... and yet she felt some unknown sensation stirring awake inside her.
Haaa... This can't be...
Trying to suppress the inexplicable lust rising through her, Mom made a silent vow to herself.
There had been a reason Mom had an affair in the first place. After marrying and giving birth to Junwoo, Father had stopped having sex with her. He had loved her sincerely. But all he ever did was treat her kindly—there was no satisfaction in bed.
Her unsatisfied desire piled up day after day until she finally confided in her friends.
Through a friend she met a man. In bed, that man gave her more than enough satisfaction. At first it was purely an adulterous arrangement. But as time passed, she found herself falling for this handsome man who claimed to love her.
Physical affection had slid straight into emotional attachment.
After they married, he changed the exact same way. They stopped having sex often, and everything dulled. The only time they'd had truly scorching sex was during the affair itself. Forbidden sex. Something they weren't supposed to do. Maybe that was what had gotten her so excited.
After a clean divorce and remarriage, she told herself she had chosen him because she liked who he was inside. But the moment the physical heat faded, his emotional attachment evaporated just as quickly.
She began to fill with suspicion—would this handsome man cheat again? Would he do something stupid?
Surely not. He has two daughters already.
Looking back, he had known she was married even when they first met.
But unexpectedly, money problems hit him before any woman trouble did.
A sudden mountain of debt. The woman issue remained a mystery while the debt exploded.
After her husband killed himself, acquaintances and loan sharks never stopped pounding on their door.
Chased by creditors, she never had the luxury of thinking about herself—her own lust had been crushed under the pressure. But that twisted, forbidden desire was waking up again.
Ah... How can a mother do this with her own son...
Mijeong kept rationalizing it to herself: the contract left her no choice. The money left her no choice.
Junwoo barged straight into Sua's room.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"I have."
Even with the sudden question, she answered him as casually as a friend would.
"How many?"
"About three."
"Did you sleep with any of them?"
"No."
Sua answered every question he threw at her. She was sitting at the new desk he had ordered, studying in nothing but her underwear exactly as commanded.
"R-right. Keep studying hard."
"Master is really something else."
"About what?"
"You've got a sex slave in nothing but underwear right in front of you, and you're still trying to walk away with your cock standing stiff."
"I promised I wouldn't interrupt your studying..."
"Want me to take care of it for you?"
"Take care of what?"
"Whatever Master's been building up."
Without warning Sua grabbed the waistband of my pants and, like a starved bitch in heat, skillfully pulled my cock free.
It was already startling enough that she had adapted to being a sex slave faster than anyone—but now she was being aggressive too.
Sniff~ Haa...
She pressed her nose against my cock and breathed in the scent.
"W-wait a second..!"
I was the one thrown off balance.
This quiet, well-behaved girl who used to blush at my every order was coming at me this aggressively?
Chu—
She planted a practiced kiss on my cock, then took it straight into her mouth.
Hwuup—
And immediately started sucking.
Aggressive or not, the blowjob itself was still clumsy.
"Ow.. Ow... Watch the teeth..."
Sua looked up at me while she sucked and carefully tucked her teeth away, obeying the request.
Watching her soft girlish lips and her nearly naked body while she blew me, I felt the urge to cum building fast.
"Ah... Ugh... I'm cumming!"
As if she understood, Sua sealed her lips tight around the head and sucked hard.
Spurt. Spurtrrrt. Spurtt—
A decent load of cum. Sua didn't pull away; she took it all.
She simply sat there looking up at me, waiting for orders.
"Haa... Haa.... If you don't want it... spit it out."
Sua pulled a tissue from the box beside her and spat the semen into it.
"That didn't seem like what you actually wanted, though~"
"Huh?.. Uh..."
I was the master and she was the slave, yet somehow I was getting sucked into a pace I didn't understand.
I just stood there staring at Sua sitting on the floor, completely flustered.
With flushed cheeks, she swept her black hair back and stepped closer to me.
Standing right in front of me in nothing but underwear, no longer a trace of shame on her face.
"What should I do with this..?"
She held out the tissue full of spit-out cum as if showing it off.
"Th-throw it away or do whatever you want with it!"
Having had nothing but my seed drained, I fled the room like I was running away.
As soon as I escaped, Sua let a strange little smile curl her lips.
"He's handsome and cute on top of it. Sniff."
She licked the remaining cum from her lips with her tongue, then sat back down and resumed studying as if nothing had happened.
From the very first day she became a sex slave, Sua had been behaving as if she were finally showing her true nature. Almost as if this was exactly what she had wanted all along.
That evening we all ate dinner together again.
Sitting with the three mother-and-daughters in nothing but their underwear, there was hardly a moment my cock wasn't hard.
Mom twisted her body awkwardly while still having no choice but to display that figure as she moved the stew pot.
My older stepsister watched me openly ogling Mom's body and glared at me with a sour look, as if she found me pathetic.
"You must have been starving for women. I didn't take you for the type."
"Wh-what?"
"If you don't even realize you're staring holes through her, you're an idiot."
"What's it to you? She's my slave. I'll look if I want."
"Do whatever you want."
I decided right then that I definitely needed to fix this one's attitude.
"Thanks for the meal."
A quiet dinner. Mom had changed into different underwear. Probably because of how soaked the earlier pair had gotten. This set was soft cotton with little flowers printed on it. The panties seemed to match.
"Mom, don't you need an apron or something?"
"I-it would be nice to have one."
"Stuff's going to splash on you while you cook. I'll buy you one, so wear an apron when you're cooking."
"Yes... Um..."
"Hm?"
"I think we need cooking tools too... those as well..."
"Of course. I'll give you a card, so from now on just order whatever with that. I can see every transaction, so don't try anything funny."
"Y-yes! Master."
The hierarchy was settling in nicely even in front of the daughters.
"Anyone else need anything?"
"I... I want a computer."
Oblivious Sujeong opened her mouth.
"Depends on how you behave."
"Aww, why?!"
"I don't like your attitude. You talk to me like some random old man and then ask me to buy you stuff. Maybe if you did something cute."
"What counts as something cute?"
"Figure it out yourself."
"I was in a dance club at university—want me to dance for you? I'm actually really good. I suck at studying, but my dancing is killer!"
"You?"
I looked Sujeong up and down as I asked.
"But do I have to dance in just underwear? I have dance clothes."
"Yeah. Dance in underwear."
Not a chance.
"So if I dance, you'll buy me the computer?"
"Pffft—are you trying to make a deal with me? Depends on how you do~"
"Keep your word. I'll show you properly."
"Have you ever seen me break a promise? Right, Mom?"
"Huh?... Y-yeah..."
"And if I want to turn on the air conditioner, can I just turn it on whenever?"
Sua cut through the silence with a question.
"Yeah, run it as much as you want. I don't care about the electric bill."
"Thank you. And I also need a bookshelf and a desk lamp."
"Ah, I forgot the lamp. Okay, I'll get you one."
"What the hell? Why does she get everything bought for her and I have to do something cute first~!"
"You need to fix the way you talk first."
"Tch—"
I started equipping the family with everything they needed, one item at a time.
And so our relatively(?) harmonious family dinner came to an end.