Chapter 3
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 3
Chapter Title: Bio-Response: Organ Overload
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Bio-Response: Organ Overload
“H-Help... me...!”
Under the desk.
Her lower body jerked upward on its own.
“Ngh... Ahh... P-Please... stop...”
Between her snow-white thighs.
Sticky foam bubbled and dripped down.
“Sis? Are you hurt? You okay?!”
I rushed over, pretending to be startled.
First, I closed the laptop in front of her.
Click.
“Snap out of it. What's wrong with you?”
I slipped my hands under Yu-na's armpits.
Forcibly lifted her limp body upright.
“Hrrgh... Urghk...”
Yu-na couldn't even grab my shoulders.
Her head lolled weakly.
Drool spilled down her chin.
“Where does it hurt? Should we go to the hospital?”
I pressed her with feigned worry in my voice.
Pretending to support her, I subtly brushed her sweat-slick sideboob.
Slide.
“Hyah, hngh?!”
Yu-na's body twitched like she'd been shocked.
Just from my fingers grazing her.
A body steeped in pleasure.
Her inner walls clenched on their own.
Squelch. Squish.
A lewd splashing echoed from her lower belly.
The sound of foam churning between her folds.
“Sis...?”
I deliberately looked down.
Her soaked lower half.
And the sour, fishy scent of 'woman'.
“No way, did you just pee yourself?”
“N-No... Hic...”
Yu-na's pupils trembled violently.
Her face flushed crimson with shame.
She probably had no idea what had happened.
She must've come to her senses rolling on the floor.
I clicked my tongue.
Packing it full of disdain.
“If work's too tough, just say so. What a mess—grown woman having a fit and pissing herself.”
“G-Get... out... please...”
A crawling voice.
She fumbled with shaking hands to cover her lower half.
But it only made the white slime glisten more.
“Fine. Go wash up first. You reek.”
I tossed her onto the bed and stepped out.
The door clicked shut.
Yu-na leaned back against the headboard.
What the hell... happened...?
Between her legs burned hot.
It stung and throbbed like fire.
She had to check.
With trembling hands, she pulled aside the edge of her dolphin pants.
Squelch.
Her fingers slipped on their own.
What she saw down there was too obscene to belong to a woman.
Her entrance pulsed open and shut.
Like a fish's mouth.
Spitting out thick white fluid on its own.
“Wh-What's... this...”
Without thinking, she pressed her palm down to close the gaping hole.
“Aaaahhh!!!”
Even that touch was too much stimulation.
A scream erupted.
Her back arched like a bow.
Dozens of orgasms crashed over her at once.
2 PM.
Mom was on her yoga mat again today.
Even after the house turned into this mess, she kept up her routine religiously.
“Hoo, haa...”
Kim So-hee. In her forties.
But her backside looked straight out of her twenties.
Especially dangerous was what she wore today.
A bra top and high-waisted leggings.
Thin light gray ones at that.
She spread her legs wide to the sides.
Split.
Her crotch gaped 180 degrees.
The gray fabric stretched taut between her groin.
The cameltoe so vivid it was embarrassing.
“Mom, isn't that outfit too tight?”
“What're you on about?”
Mom shot back while wiping sweat.
She didn't break the pose.
If anything, she thrust her hips forward, emphasizing it more.
“You wear tight clothes to see the muscles. You wouldn't get it since you never work out.”
“It just looks uncomfortable. Must hurt being squeezed like that.”
“Not at all.”
She snorted and leaned forward.
Now.
Snap.
The World Stops.
The air in the living room froze.
Mom locked in place, legs splayed obscenely wide.
I slid off the sofa and crawled slowly across the floor.
My target: between Mom's legs.
I shoved my face right up to her crotch.
“Damn, gray really is the best.”
The fabric stretched tight.
The plump outline of her labia bulged clearly.
But something was off.
“What the hell?”
In the center of the cameltoe.
The fabric around the slit was unusually dark.
Not sweat.
Something sticky.
And up top.
Her clit poked out prominently.
Engorged.
Before I even touched it.
“Guess women do get turned on during workouts. It's true.”
I chuckled and flicked the nub.
Rock hard.
Mom had been secretly aroused, spreading her legs in front of her son.
Bio-Response Activation
Up close, it was a sight.
Squish, squelch.
The gray fabric twitched faintly.
Her entrance breathed, sucking in and expelling air like lungs.
Like a starving mouth.
The wet spot spread wider.
Her body was already anticipating it.
Mesmerized, I reached out.
Traced the cameltoe up and down over the fabric.
“Whoa...”
Through the thin cloth, the chewy flesh transmitted perfectly.
Moist, sticky, soft.
Rubbing her clit with my fingerprint made her lips quiver.
“Twitching like that, yet pretending to be prim.”
I couldn't hold back anymore.
Dropped my pants.
My raging hard-on sprang free.
Warm-up's done.
Time to feed this hungry hole.
I pressed my glans against the wet fabric.
Below, her entrance squirmed, welcoming me already.
“Gonna be a tight fit.”
I gripped Mom's hips with both hands.
Thrust in deep with my full weight.
Squelch—!
“Ngh...!”
Rough.
Worlds apart from bare skin.
The taut fabric dragged into her pussy along with my cock.
Insane pressure.
“Fuck, wow.”
A curse slipped out.
I pistoned mercilessly.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The fabric amplified the friction.
“Mom. Relax your belly.”
I grabbed her hips and shoved to the hilt.
The fabric bunch rammed deep into her womb.
“Grh, nghhh...”
A moan-like burp escaped Mom's lips.
Her belly compressed, forcing air back up her throat.
That reaction turned me on, so I pressed my fist into her solar plexus.
“H... Haa, ngh... Ah...”
She wheezed like a broken instrument.
Her elegant yoga pose intact on the outside.
But below, her son's cock pierced her, drawing out dying gasps.
“Nice sounds. Feels so alive.”
I hammered until her belly caved in deep.
Thud! Thud!
“Ngh...”
Thud!
“Ahh...”
A fun rhythm.
Air hissing out with each thrust.
Like a rubber doll squeaking when squeezed.
30 minutes passed.
My limit.
I plunged deep enough to bulge her lower belly.
“Guh, nghhhh...!”
The last air squeezed from Mom's lungs.
Spurt, splurt!
Semen flooded out.
Oozing stickily into the gap between fabric and flesh inside the leggings.
“Hoo...”
I slowly withdrew.
Fixed my clothes.
Steadied my breath and lounged sideways on the sofa.
Cool off a bit.
Audience mode ready.
Snap.
Time Flows.
The cut-off sounds resumed.
“...”
Mom tried to continue her pose.
Just as she leaned forward.
“...Huh?”
She froze.
Her pupils rolled wildly.
Couldn't process it.
She was definitely doing yoga.
Suddenly, her lower half felt heavy.
No, heavier than heavy.
Like her groin had been gouged by a red-hot iron rod.
And the pleasure.
Her brain overloaded processing 30 minutes of sensations.
Hot.
It hurts.
But it feels good.
What's inside me?
Feels like I'm splitting.
Thousands of sensations hammered her brain at once.
Mom gawked blankly, mouth agape.
Staring into space with unfocused eyes, lips working soundlessly.
Like a broken doll.
“Ah, uh, ah...?”
The brief silence shattered.
“KyaAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!”
A scream shook the living room.
Mom's body jolted up like electrocuted.
Thud!
She lost balance and crashed onto the mat.
Face grinding the floor, limbs twisting wildly.
“Hngh! Gack! Kyaaaa...!”
Mom clutched her lower belly and rolled.
Deep inside, her organs rebelled.
Bio-Response: Organ Overload
Hmm, this is new?
A new status window popped up before my eyes.
Wh-What's... this... In my belly...!
Mom's pupils shook like an earthquake.
Her womb writhed like a separate creature, churning up and down.
To cradle the forced semen.
To not let the cock that had left escape.
Her cervix opened and closed wildly on its own.
Gurgle, glorp.
Her guts rumbled up to her throat.
Beyond her control.
Her brain lost authority; only her breeding organs acted independently.
“N-No... stop... stooop...!”
She tried to close her legs, but couldn't.
Her thighs quivered and spread wider instead.
“Hrrngh! Urghk!”
Twitch. Twitch.
Her entrance contracted and relaxed, spurting foamy nectar.
Then her pussy hit its limit and collapsed.
Spiiiish—!
“Heek?!”
Mom's eyes rolled back.
The churning womb finally expelled its contents.
Foamy fluid erupted like a fountain.
Held-back urine.
Semen stuffed full in her belly.
Thick nectar from her cervix.
Three fluids mixed into a murky puddle.
“Ah... Agyaaaah!!! Urgh... AAAAHHH!!!!”
With a grotesque scream.
“...Huh? Mom?”
I pretended to cover my mouth, smirking inwardly.
“D-Did you just pee yourself?”
“D-Don't look! Don't loooook!”
Mom whimpered, scooting her ass back.
Her face burned beet red with humiliation.
But she couldn't flee.
Her brain was already drowned in womb-sent pleasure.
“Haaang! Hic, so hot... my belly's too hooot...!”
Mom ground her ass on the floor while sitting.
Squelch. Squelch.
Shame?
Didn't matter anymore.
She had to soothe the writhing womb deep inside right now.
“Ngh, aaah... So hot... my pussy's too hooot...!!!”
Mom humped the floor frantically.
Forgetting I was watching.
Weekend afternoon.
An unwelcome guest lounged on the living room sofa.
Sis's boyfriend, Kang Min-seok.
Some big corp middle manager.
Flashy casual business fit, looking down on everyone.
Typical half-baked elite from a corporate mass hire.
Textbook asshole.
“Still freeloading at home, little bro-in-law?”
Min-seok clucked his tongue.
“Job market's tough, sure... but lower your standards a bit. Aren't you aiming too high?”
“Cut it out. He's my brother. If anyone's scolding him, it's me.”
Yu-na furrowed her brow.
Her face haggard from the 'fits' I'd gifted her lately.
But Min-seok ignored it, draping an arm around her shoulders sleazily.
“Just worried about you, Yu-na. Honestly, a NEET brother like this is a burden, right? I could hook him up with a good spot...”
Min-seok's hand stroked toward her blouse-covered underboob.
Cheeky bastard.
Daring to touch my toy?
I circled behind the sofa.
Loomed over his head and snapped my fingers.
Snap.
The World Stops.