Chapter 27

After enjoying some happy time facing Haena nuna like the total pervert I am, I returned to my room, and a notification window popped up.

Challenger Community? A place to chat with other Challengers from different dimensions? But why now? We're not even halfway through Season 2 yet. If they were gonna do this, they should've opened it at the start of Season 2 or during mid-season maintenance. They just flung it open with zero explanation. Whatever. Since it's here, I gotta check it out.

I opened the menu and clicked the spot labeled [Challenger Community]. Challengers were already posting like crazy. I sat calmly at my desk and started lurking through the threads.

Posts ranging from "This is wild" to "What the hell is this?" were popping up in real-time. After ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a bit, questions about personal situations started flooding in.

How desperate do you gotta be? This is still a competition at the end of the day. No one's gonna spill their conquest secrets just like that. But contrary to my thinking...

There was a reply indicator, so I clicked it. The post loaded up on screen. The OP had shared their Heroine's stats and explained the situation. Whoa, this is nuts. They went full SM Queen tech tree... But yeah, it seems our family's unreal looks aren't just from this world's beauty buff. No matter how subjective aesthetics are, their Heroine was straight-up uglier than anyone in our house—anyone could see that.

Anyway, scrolling down to the replies, there was a link. I clicked it, and up came a post starting with "I've gotten my SM Queen to C rank already." It showed proof, but only the first paragraph was readable—the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rest was blurred out.

Ah, got it. They trade info for coins. Looks pretty useful. Conquest guides are just basic charts telling you what stats guarantee certain acts at 100%—they don't cover which coins drop from what actions or how to leverage special traits. Real player experience posts like this are way more valuable than some generic chart.

Speaking of which, I forgot to give the camera back to Mom. I left my room and headed to her bedroom to return it. No knocking, obviously. Yebin Choi trait: gets turned on even if caught naked. Haven't tested it yet, but I'm dead certain.

Where is she? She was here when I borrowed the camera. "Mom?" Maybe she's hiding somewhere masturbating? That total nympho would totally do it. I called ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠louder. "Mom!!"

Then a tiny voice from her bathroom: "What is it?" The door cracked open, and Mom peeked her head out. "I'm in the middle of bathing. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing. Just returning the camera." I held it up casually, and she went "Oh my" before ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠half-stepping out. She had a towel on, but it couldn't fully cover those massive tits—plenty of cleavage spilling over. Total setup. This nympho's rank is still too low for outright pervy shit, so she sneaks it in like this. Don't worry, Yebin, I'll bump your Exposure Mania soon. How about a park exposure walk sandwiched between two big-tit flashers? Just thinking about it gets me hard.

"Yeah, hand the camera here." Why does she need a camera while bathing? Can't I just leave it? I approached and handed it over, and she let out a clumsy "Ahh!" while flinging the door wide open. The towel slipped right off. She pretended to hurriedly cover her privates—fucking disgusting, you perverted bitch. And yet her body was insanely hot. Those enormous tits couldn't be contained by one skinny arm. She barely hid the nipples, but the rest bulged out from the pressure. Fine, you slut, I'll play along with your act.

"Whoa, Mom, need a hand?" Obvious what "help" means here. But I've learned recently: when playing with nympho Yebin, leave room for her to maneuver. Don't say shit like "Want me to fix your towel?" or "I'll just set the camera down"—that kills the scene. Gotta let her steer: "Sure, Kangmo, help me out?" "How?" "I need to shave... but my tits are in the way..." Boom, she drags it where she wants.

...

True to her rich-bitch status, the bathroom was bigger than most people's living rooms, decked out in grand, antique decor with a tub so huge it could've been an onsen. And there, in that tub, was my mom—the nympho Yebin Choi—legs spread wide, exposing her pussy. Under the pretense of wanting me to shave her bush. Still committed to the bit, she kept her tits covered with the towel. Haena nuna and Lea have bald "clean pussies," so I thought it ran in the family, but Mom had hair. Thick and slutty-looking, too.

"Yeah... put the cream on first." At her request, I rubbed shaving cream in my hands and started gently applying it to her. Starting from the top. Slowly working down bit by bit.

—Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.

"Ahng... ahang..."

There it is. Nympho never disappoints. Applying cream was child's play, but the point wasn't the shave—I dragged it out, rubbing extra to match her theater. Is that the clit? I zeroed in on Mom's rock-hard, swollen clit.

"Ahang... the cream's not spreading right? Haang..."

"Yeah... must be bad cream." Matching her rhythm, I ramped up the rubbing speed. Hard to stop accelerating, though. The setup was too hot—I skipped foreplay straight to climax, like a pianist soloing wildly off-script.

"Haaaang! Haaaaang!"

But as expected, Mom shattered my doubts, riding my sloppy, breakneck tempo like a pro. She grabbed her legs with both hands, bucking her hips wildly.

"You fucking perverted bitch."

Shit! Fuck. I messed up. In my frenzy rubbing her clit, panic froze my hand for a split second. I always call her "Yebin Choi, you perverted bitch" in my head, and it slipped out. Her difficulty's brutal, and upgrades cost a fortune in coins. One slip like this could shatter all my hard-earned stats and tank our relationship recovery.

But defying my fears—no, because of them—Mom squirted hard with a "HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!!"

...What the hell?

Then a system window popped up, startling me again.

...

—Shave. Shave. Shave. Shave.

I finished shaving Mom's bush clean. "Yebin Choi, you filthy bitch. Suck harder."

"Eh... Slurp... slurp..."

Right hand wielding the razor, left fingers stuffed in her mouth. Mom leaned against the wall, legs splayed M-wide, gripping my wrist with both hands, drool pouring as she slurped my fingers like mad.

Whew... nice and smooth. Progress is great, but it jacks up the conquest difficulty. Thanks to my raging libido. Posed like that, and all I can do is shave and finger-fuck her mouth? My cock was throbbing huge, but jerking off in front of her would tank stats instantly.

Wait. What if I just show it? I dropped my pants, freeing my dick. Mom's glazed eyes lit up, locking onto it. I was so worked up, precum beaded at the tip.

"Haa... slurp... I wanna eat it..."

If I gave in and shoved it in, stats would nuke that day. She'd go "Ah! Kangmo, let's stop here for today" in a flash. Fuck. Five-star difficulty. Mustering every ounce of patience, one hand gripped her chin, the other thrust index and middle fingers deep. She bobbed her head like they were my cock.

"Slurp. Slurp. Slurp. Slurp."

"Look at you sucking like a nasty bitch in heat, Yebin Choi."

"It's too good... slurp, slurp."

Whew... where am I gonna unload this?