Mother-Daughter Donburi
Yoon Seoha used the well-worn onahole right in front of her, pouring her semen deep inside.
Thick, clumpy loads filled the womb to the brim, soon overflowing. Mixed with her juices and thinned out, the semen dripped to the floor, soaking into the carpet and making it damp.
By the time the carpet could no longer absorb the semen and pussy juices, forming deep puddles, a beeping sound echoed from the front door as it unlocked.
"I'm home~!"
A lively woman's voice.
At the sound, the onahole clenched even tighter around her. The pussy gripped her cock like it was spasming, trembling fiercely.
Yoon Seoha smiled at the suction from this inferior dick—barely worthy of the name—and the used onahole that had borne one child.
"Looks like the daughter's home?"
"Ah, aaah...♥"
"What're you doing? Say hi!"
"O, ohhhgooooh♥"
Pressing firmly on the womb made the semen packed inside gush out in waves.
Drool spilled from her mouth, trickling down the living room table, while her eye makeup smeared, black tears streaming down her cheeks.
As she dumped yet another load with a rumbling shudder, the sliding door to the living room cracked open, and a face peeked out.
"Mi, Miyuuuuaaaah...♥"
"M-Mom..."
"N-Nooo♥ P-Pussyyyy♥ Pussy, nooo♥ Ah, aaahn♥ Pussy feeeels gooood♥"
Grabbing the neck of the woman slumped over the table and lifting her head, Yoon Seoha eyed the new onahole who'd appeared.
Her face resembled the one she was currently using—Jang Miae's—but with subtle differences. Through wide-open eyes, not slits, light brown irises reflected Yoon Seoha's own image.
Designated target met!
Starting service settlement!
Her phone on the table buzzed with a vibration and alarm. A mechanical voice emanated as text popped up on the screen.
"Oh, you're the one? The one who named this service."
"Ah... Y-Yes...♥"
Her face instantly shifted to one of pure lust as she slowly stepped into the living room.
"Strip."
"Yesss♥"
Her face flooded with pleasure and anticipation. Ignoring her mother being fucked right there because of her, she began undressing. Yoon Seoha chuckled at the sight.
Down to her gold bra and panties, she stood naked, gazing at Yoon Seoha.
Without any teasing, her already-aroused pussy dripped juices onto the floor.
"Go masturbate or something. I'll use you after this bitch."
"Ah, yes! Thank youuu♥"
"Pfft, hear that? Feel bad your daughter's such a pervert?"
Chuckling at Jang Miyu's idiotic response, Yoon Seoha pressed down on the womb again.
Tears streamed from Jang Miae's eyes.
Was it sadness over her sweet daughter turning into such a pervert? Or just tears of joy from being impaled on cock?
No way to know now, with her only letting out vulgar moans.
"Hee, heeek♥"
"Mm?"
"I-I'm cummiiing♥"
"Ah, aaah♥ Cumming agaaain♥"
Dumping another load into the used onahole, Yoon Seoha eyed the young one in front of her.
She looked fully broken in already. Pussy juices cascading like a waterfall, her face twisting into a perfect picture of depravity.
The app on her phone—made by the company—was linked via the biometric chip implanted in the neck, or so they'd said.
It tracked usage time, orgasm count, pregnancy status, and such.
Extras like cosplay or additional personnel were manually input by staff and tallied into the bill.
And on Jang Miyu's linked screen, the orgasm count had already surpassed 20.
"Hopeless pervert."
Well, she'd been called an excellent customer after 7 uses. This was the 8th, so it made sense.
To break someone that far in just 7 meetings...
Was it proof futanari were that superior? Or that females were that inferior?
Or both?
The result of a superior futanari deigning to fuck an inferior bitch.
"Hey."
"Y-Yes?!"
"Come here."
"Haaah♥"
Stopping her masturbation at Yoon Seoha's call, she crawled over on wobbly legs.
Dragging herself on all fours across the slick, puddle-covered floor, she looked up at Yoon Seoha.
"D-Did you call for me...?"
Her voice dripped with respect and awe—almost worship. It was sweet in Yoon Seoha's ears.
Just from fucking her a few times, she could ruin someone like this. The realization hit again.
Thinking back, all the onaholes she'd hooked up with via the app sent obsessive messages.
Morning greetings were standard; the clingier ones messaged every hour. She'd deleted the app after getting hired, but maybe reinstalling wouldn't be so bad.
After all, they'd worship her like this young onahole did.
"Hey, your mom's pussy is way too loose. What do you think?"
"Huh? Ahh... That's so sad..."
"Sad?"
"Yesss! B-Because... she can't properly enjoy a futanari's noble cock with that loose, used-rag pussy... It's just too pitiful..."
Yoon Seoha burst out laughing at the young bitch's utterly sincere words.
"Pft, heh heh. Puhaha! Heh heh..."
"Wha...?"
"Haaah, aaah. Hilarious. People can really break this much?"
Muttering at Jang Miyu's confused expression, Yoon Seoha continued.
Come to think of it, Jang Miyu and Jang Miae. Daughter and mother, yet their names were confusingly similar. More like sisters.
"Or maybe 'cause they're both onaholes?"
Yeah, that tracked. Onaholes of the same type had similar names.
"Alright, to the bed?"
"Yesss!"
"Aheek♥"
Half-passed-out Miae lay beneath Miyu, who climbed on top.
Two women pressed together on one bed. Mother and daughter by relation, but no one here cared about that now.
Their nipples rubbed as their eyes met. Miyu's bright light-brown eyes and Miae's slitted brown ones—both brimming with lust.
"Heh, hngh♥"
"M-Mommyyy♥"
"Daughter... I'm s-sorry..."
"Hng? Why...?"
Tears dripped from Miae's eyes.
"B-Because Mommy's no good... That's why Miyu, our daughter... Hngh..."
"...No, Mom."
Miyu wiped her mother's eyes.
"I love this. So don't say that."
"...D-Daughter?"
"Mom. I love getting fucked by futanari cocks. This is my choice."
Her touch was warm, but her tone ice-cold. A hint of anger and disappointment made Miae gasp.
Her breath caught.
She'd never heard her daughter speak so coldly.
Those loving, adoring eyes were gone—replaced by deep, chilling ones.
"I-I..."
"You don't get it, Mom. You don't know how good a futanari's noble cock feels. How your womb gets crushed, receiving their superior genes."
"I... That's why...!"
"You're just a woman. Not a cumdump bitch like me, not an onahole, not a breeding mutt!"
Her eyes flickered with madness.
"I! Am so happy right no— Oghogogok♥"
"Mi-Miyu!"
"Hiiik♥ C-Cooock♥ Good! So gooood♥"
"Ah, aaah..."
The mad glint vanished, swallowed by ecstasy. Her cold voice turned to coquettish moans, her worshipping mouth spilling sweet, vulgar cries.
"S-Stop..."
"Gooood♥ Hiiik♥ Kiiik♥"
"Stop it..."
"Please stop..."
Jang Miae looked down at her daughter.
Devoured by pleasure, joyfully taking it in the one place she never should.
"Aaah..."
A rumbling shudder echoed in her ears.
She came.
In who?
Jang Miyu. Her own daughter, no one else.
Where?
The womb. The most precious place for a girl, not to be treated so carelessly.
"Aah..."
This is...
This is a nightmare.
"Please... let our family go now..."
A weak voice escaped her lips.
"N-Now, sto— Ah, aoook♥"
Wet slaps filled the room.
"Kiiik♥ Ooook♥ Bruuuh♥♥"
Vulgar moans echoed throughout the room.