Interlude: A Day in the Nangong Family (8)
Crack! “Agh!” Crack! “Ugh!” Crack! “Aaaah!”
The switch fell mercilessly on the plump, white flesh of her breasts. Each time, a scream burst from Yi So-ok's lips. Of course it hurt. No matter if she was a super peak female expert or whatever, untrained tits were a universal weak spot for all women. So there was no helping the pain.
Crack! “Eugh!”
Already, sharp red welts striped her breasts in a pitiful pattern—marks from the switch. Yet Yi So-ok remained on her knees, thrusting her chest out rigidly. Her body trembled faintly, though.
“Haha, this is thrilling. Were you keeping all this fun to yourself?”
Nangong Ji's eyes glittered with excitement. The electric thrill and satisfaction he'd never felt before. That's the nature of punishment. Even non-sadists could go mad from it. For Nangong Ji, though, it was especially potent. Whipping someone he harbored deep grudges against from a position of utter superiority? His eyes bulging with glee was only natural.
“Th-that's……”
“What're you mumbling for?” Smack! “Aaack!”
Another ruthless strike, another scream from Yi So-ok. The sight satisfied even Bang So-un and Jang Il.
“Haha, not bad at all, Brother Nangong.”
“Heh heh, this lowly one agrees.”
Backstories made it all the hotter. That was why Bang So-un had staged this scene. Sure, dangling Nangong Ji's most craved carrot played a part too. And……
“Heh, Young Master, things are about to get even more entertaining.”
“Haha, you bet.”
The hint in Bang So-un's final words. With every switch stroke, she'd regain her senses bit by bit. But her body would stay limp and obedient, taking the punishment. A delightfully intriguing suggestion—one that amplified the pleasure. Her original venomous-snake mind, treating her stepson like trash, now suffering impossible humiliation and degradation. Just imagining her reactions was endlessly amusing. Bang So-un truly knew how to savor joy.
“Put a little more oomph into it, Brother Nangong.”
Bang So-un cheered casually.
“Got it, Brother Bang!”
Nangong Ji, sensing even greater delights ahead, gripped the switch harder. Faster. Even faster. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
“Aaaah! Aaack! Agh!”
Yi So-ok's screams erupted like notes from an instrument struck by the switch. A worthless hunk of meat, no more human than a musical toy.
“Pft, pffft.”
“Puh.”
“Pffkuk.”
Coincidentally sharing the thought, the three men burst into laughter together. Yi So-ok, reduced to their amusement. But it was only just beginning.
Smack! Smack! “Agh! Agh!”
The sadism dragged on. Then, as planned, the twist hit.
Yi So-ok squinted, shaking her head. Her mind felt jumbled.
“W-wait…… something's…… wrong……”
“Wrong? Nah, just take your whipping.” Crack! Smack! “Aaack!”
Her breasts jiggled under the blows. Another scream escaped. But this time, even as she cried out, Yi So-ok blinked in confusion, desperately seeking the source of her disorientation. Finally, the absurd truth dawned in her recovering mind.
“H-how! How dare you!”
Her restored reason replayed everything since Nangong Ji entered the room. Disciplining the insolent brat with a spanking? Fine. The problem started after.
Suddenly stopping the punishment. She had no idea why. Just a vague feeling she had to. That's all she remembered.
And it didn't end there. Apologizing to the violent punk. Then using her body to atone. Begging for punishment. Handing him the switch herself. Kneeling meekly, stripping her top for the ridiculous “nipple whipping.” Taking ruthless lashes on her breasts without resistance.
Humiliation and shame surged, enough to make her want to die. Why?! Why the hell did I do that insane shit?! Just because it 'felt right'?!
“Y-you bastard!”
“Oh dear, why insult yourself? If I'm a bastard, does that make Mother a bitch in heat?”
“Like I'd ever call a scum like you my son!”
Yi So-ok screamed, her body quaking with rage. Nangong Ji's eyes widened round.
“Huh? What're you saying? Not your mother? Heh, looks like Mother's lost her marbles. Guess this son needs to whip her back to sanity.”
“Shut your dog mouth!”
Yi So-ok spat icy killing intent, surging up to slam a palm into Nangong Ji's chest. A strike loaded with her horrific demonic art, White Hand Demonic Art. Her hand gleamed bone-white, a hallmark of the technique.
She'd kill him. Even if she died too. A stepson stripping and abusing his stepmother, only to get killed in turn? No one could complain about that death.
“H-huh?!”
Nangong Ji gasped in shock, a groan slipping out unbidden. He'd sensed death in that terrifying aura. Sweat poured in that split second—his body's instinctive response to doom.
“Die, you filthy trash!”
Yi So-ok bellowed fiercely. But……
Her body didn't budge an inch. Still kneeling obediently, tits thrust out. Only her right hand had turned ghostly white with the demonic art.
“Wh-what? Huh? Th-this……? Ugh? Why…… won't it……?”
No matter how she strained, her body refused. Nangong Ji's face bloomed into a sunny grin.
“Ha, hahahaha! What's wrong, Mother? Some problem?”
“Ugh! You bastard! What sorcery is this?!”
Yi So-ok spat fury like blood. Nangong Ji clucked his tongue.
“Tsk tsk. Sorcery? Nah, Mother's body just instinctively remembers a woman's proper place. Showing due respect to this young lord through her actions.”
“Bullshit!”
“Haha, as if I'd spew bullshit at Mother. Anyway, half-satisfied that her body knows its duty as a woman. But we gotta fix that mind too. Make it remember a woman's proper place loud and clear.”
“Y-you worm!”
“They say beasts only learn from a beating. With Mother's mind so broken, she's no better than one. I'll whip her dutifully back in line.”
Nangong Ji raised the switch again. Yi So-ok's pupils shook. Her body trembled involuntarily. She remembered the pain all too well. Yet her restored pride held her head high.
“Try it if you dare! I won't bend to your pathetic whipping! Someone's coming soon! When they do, your life's over forever!”
“Haha, doubtful. Beast-like as ever, can't even grasp the situation. I'll whip you back to proper human manners. My filial duty. Hahahat!”
Whoosh! Crack!
The switch flew again. But this time, Yi So-ok clenched her teeth, stifling the pain.
“Ho ho?”
Bang So-un smirked, amused. Stepson's whip versus stepmother's will and pride. The intriguing battle had begun.
Bang So-un and Jang Il both knew the outcome. Once hypnosis shattered that initial mental wall, no super peak expert or great family matriarch could endure endless beatings.
But knowing didn't diminish the spectator's thrill. Watching her writhe and crumble under the lashes. The stepmother-stepson dynamic. Its reversal and reestablishment. Her face finally shattering into livestock-like ruin.
“Nipple! Nipple! Nipple!” Smack! Smack! Smack!
Nangong Ji mercilessly lashed Yi So-ok's pitifully swollen nipples, bloated several times over. Yet she couldn't scream in agony. Couldn't glare and rage. She just beamed like an idiot, hollering in a dazed voice with all her might.
“Thank you for whipping this stupid mother's nipples, my son! Thank you for whipping this stupid mother's nipples, my son! Thank you for whipping this stupid mother's nipples, my son!”
“That's right. When your nipples get whipped, you thank me properly. Finally seems like your mind's back on track.”
“Thank you for praising this stupid mother, my son!”
Curious what a fully tamed human mind looks like? No need to look far. Yi So-ok embodied it. Endless whipping had pulverized her psyche into fragments.
“Haha, then let's confirm. Who does Mother support as family heir?”
“This stupid mother naturally supports the young lord son she must serve!”
“Huh? Weren't you denying I was your son earlier?”
“Yes, of course you're not just a son! You're my lord son! I must always address you as such and serve with utmost respect!”
“Really? Just words and titles?”
“No! This stupid mother obeys my lord son with her entire body! Use my red tits, mouth-cunt, and deepest pussy however you wish!”
“Yeah, that's it, huh? Hahahaha!”
Nangong Ji roared in satisfaction. He couldn't touch her nearby pussy or asshole thanks to the silver needle taboo, but so what? The reversed dynamic alone was pure ecstasy. Cumming in wombs? Bang So-un's assigned sluts sufficed.
“Then Ass At Attention for your asshole whipping.”
“Yes, my lord son! This stupid mother will immediately assume position for her asshole whipping!”
Yi So-ok flopped prone, hiking her ass high and reaching back to spread her gaping, battered asshole wide. Too wrecked to fuck, but Bang So-un permitted whipping—a godsend for such joy.
“Haha, gonna make you shit blood.”
“Yes, my lord son! Make this stupid mother shit blood!”
Crack! Smack! Smack!
The switch hammered her spread asshole ruthlessly.
“Thank you for whipping this stupid mother's asshole, my lord son! Thank you for whipping this stupid mother's asshole, my lord son! Thank you for whipping this stupid mother's asshole, my lord son!”
Classic idiot Yi So-ok gratitude.
“Puhahaha!”
Bang So-un guffawed joyfully.
“Heh heh heh heh!”
Jang Il laughed merrily too. A gloriously satisfying finale. Well, almost—Bang So-un still needed to truly finish by pounding the matriarch's pussy and flooding her womb.
“Alright, time for the real end.”
Bang So-un grinned slyly, dropping his pants.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! “The matriarch pussy-slut's pussy is fully conquered by Master! The matriarch pussy-slut's pussy is fully conquered by Master! The matriarch pussy-slut's pussy is fully conquered by Master!”
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! “The matriarch pussy-slut absolutely obeys Master's commands! The matriarch pussy-slut absolutely obeys Master's commands! The matriarch pussy-slut absolutely obeys Master's commands!”
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! “From a single hair on the matriarch pussy-slut's head to every pussy hair strand, all belongs to Master! The matriarch pussy-slut's asshole wrinkles and pussy folds all belong to Master! The matriarch pussy-slut's soul and everything belongs to Master!”
Bang So-un finally savored the noble matriarch's pussy amid her fervent obedience chants. Slap slap slap! Watching openly, Nangong Ji jerked off furiously—a perfect match for the twisted pervert he'd embraced since Wash Heart Pavilion.
“G-good, Mother! So g-good!”
“Hahaha, Brother Nangong, you're such a perv. But I like the honesty.”
“Y-yeah, I'm a perv! Keep crushing our family's women mercilessly from now on!”
A bizarre, grotesque scene—yet somehow heartwarming. Two men reveling to the hilt. Thus ended the Nangong Family's momentous day.