Dominating the Stepmother (2)
What kind of commands had exactly been implanted in my stepmother's mind?
Muttering to herself, she rose with unnatural, listless movements, as if her strength had drained away. She knelt before Jang Il. Her knees were spread wide—a posture that would have exposed her shameful secret place fully to his view had she been naked. Her head slowly bowed halfway. Her arms hung limply at her sides, fingers brushing the floor. It was the gesture of a courtesan greeting a guest. She froze in that position. Yet her eyes, fixed blankly on the floor, remained glazed, her lips parted just as before.
Thump. My heart pounded like it might burst. It thundered wildly, out of control, as if ready to rip through my chest.
The boundary between reality and dream crumbled. No—it had flipped entirely. Jang Il, once just a mere child in my eyes, now exuded the aura of a ruling master. And my noble stepmother, the lady of the house, had become an obedient good child.
I even began to doubt whether I'd truly heard those words spill from her lips. Master? Was that really not a dream?
Reflexively, I pinched my thigh hard. The searing pain confirmed it: this was all real.
"Young master…"
Jang Il gazed at me, his face a tangle of emotions. He hesitated a moment, then knelt before me.
"Young master, it seems my words have been proven true. I await your judgment."
"Judgment?"
"Yes. You said you'd confirm if my claims were true, then decide my punishment."
"…"
Punishment? In this situation? From whom?
I narrowed my eyes, peering past him at my stepmother. She remained kneeling, staring vacantly at the floor. It almost looked like she was begging for judgment from me.
You've unlocked the chains in my heart. You have to take responsibility for what you've done to me.
"…Continue."
I bit my lip hard.
"Pardon?"
Jang Il looked baffled. But seeing my serious expression, he realized he'd heard right. His face paled to a sickly gray.
"However… I'm worried continuing further might cause you grave discomfort, young master. And now that I realize my error, I can't commit further sins against Madam. I'll remove all the suggestions on her and never approach her again. So please, let's stop here…"
"I said continue!"
My voice came out like a shout, fueled by excitement. Jang Il flinched.
"Do as you usually do to Mother—right in front of me. Show me every single suggestion you've implanted in her. I'm… even prepared to see her naked."
"Understood… And if you can't hold back your anger midway and beat me to death, I'll accept it gladly. Then… excuse me."
Jang Il turned back to her. He took several deep breaths, steadying himself, and reverted to his usual demeanor. I knew that look well. He'd steeled his resolve. Now he'd act just like always, ignoring me completely.
"Madam, what state are you in right now?"
He spoke in a soft, soothing tone, like reading an old fairy tale to a child.
The corpse-still stepmother's lips parted again.
"…This cheonnyeo thinks nothing. Feels nothing. Obeys only Master's commands…"
"Madam is such an obedient good child."
"Yes… This cheonnyeo is a good child…"
Jang Il stroked her head fondly, as one might a well-behaved toddler. But the recipient was no neighborhood brat—she was the lady of the house. In normal times, such an act would merit instant death. The sheer disconnect from reality sent waves of exquisite pleasure through me. My groin stirred powerfully. My bloodshot eyes bored into them, determined not to miss a single detail.
"Now then, good child—tell me what inspection you must undergo for me."
"This cheonnyeo… must have her lowly body inspected by Master… Not a thread of cloth allowed. Only then… can Master inspect this cheonnyeo's filthy asshole and pussy… Breasts and nipples, asshole and pussy, every single pubic hair… All must be inspected by Master…"
"Why must your body be inspected, Madam?"
"Because this cheonnyeo's breasts and nipples, asshole and pussy, even her pubic hair… all belong to Master… As Master's possession, this cheonnyeo must always be checked for cleanliness…"
I'd vowed to stay calm no matter what, but this scene shattered my composure. I nearly came in my clothes. My crotch swelled, straining against my pants. Hot blood surged through me, flushing my entire body red.
This wasn't some mind-seizing technique from the martial world. This sorcery completely overpowered the will, turning a person into a puppet—it couldn't possibly exist. Yet here it unfolded before my eyes.
The chaste wife of moments ago now uttered words too vulgar to even think, let alone speak. Filthy, lewd obscenities poured from her lips without hesitation—words she'd never voice even on pain of death.
If I had this power…
Unconsciously, I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms.
"Well then, our good Madam—prepare for inspection."
Jang Il seemed utterly immersed, as if the man who'd begged me to stop was someone else entirely. Was he faithfully obeying my command, or simply consumed by his lust for dominance? I couldn't tell.
"…Yes…"
With stiff, mechanical motions, she stood. Her eyes remained unfocused, oblivious to everything. Without hesitation, she stripped. Her colorful top and skirt pooled on the floor. Only a yellow breastband and thin panties remained, but her hands didn't stop. She discarded those too, letting her arms fall limply at her sides in a rigid stance, making no attempt to cover her shame.
"Ah…"
Her nude form hit me like a fatal temptation—the body I'd only imagined, now real. I swallowed dryly.
Firm, un-sagging breasts; areolas perfectly proportioned; pointed, dark-brown nipples jutting proudly. Below, a smooth waistline leading to the sacred mound lightly veiled by a bush of pubic hair—all laid bare. I couldn't tear my eyes away, utterly entranced.
A momentary silence hung in the heated room, thick as swirling air. Then her lips moved.
"Which part… of this cheonnyeo's lowly body… shall Master inspect first…?"
"Let's start… with the tits."
"…To inspect this cheonnyeo's lowly tits… the nipples must be erect… Do you permit erection…?"
"Permitted."
No matter how often I heard it, this otherworldly dialogue never grew familiar. Had Jang Il hidden this twisted fetish all along? Though perhaps… just a little… we shared something in common.
She knelt again, pinching both nipples between her fingers. She began shaking them, stimulating herself. Gradually, her nipples hardened and swelled. Soon, her hands stopped. She lifted her breasts from below, as if proudly displaying them.
"…Tit inspection preparation complete, Master…"
"Good girl. Such an obedient Madam. Condition is excellent. The tits still so firm and bouncy, nipples plump and fresh as grapes."
"…Thank you, Master…"
Her expression stayed blank, as if she didn't grasp the meaning—merely programmed to reply "thank you" to praise.
"Next… the pussy?"
"…Obeying orders, Master…"
She stood instantly and turned. Her voluptuous, cleft buttocks swayed before me. Bending at the waist, she gripped her ankles. Her ass thrust upward, exposing pussy and anus in stark detail. Her vermilion folds gaped like parted lips, glistening wet—ready to swallow a man's cock. Probably from rubbing her nipples earlier.
"Hah… hah…"
I panted raggedly, squeezing my eyes shut. Even then, her lusciously spread pussy lingered in my mind. Any second now… I want to slam my cock into Mother's cave!!
My bloodshot eyes snapped open.
"Young master…"
Noticing my state, Jang Il glanced over.
"…You must think I've gone mad too, right? I… I feel like I've lost my mind."
"What do you mean…?"
"She's my mother… not by blood, but still my mother… And just now, I nearly wanted to shove my cock into that place of hers…"
"But you never laid a hand on her, young master. Thoughts alone… aren't a sin."
"I don't know. I just don't know. Stop there. I can't commit such filial impiety. This lust…"
…I'll vent it on another woman.
I didn't say it aloud, but our eyes conveyed a deeper understanding than words. Jang Il nodded.
"Understood. I'll stop. Remove all suggestions from Madam. Though… some measure to erase memory confusion is needed…"
"Do it."
"And… have you decided my punishment?"
"That… after Mother's measures are done."
"Yes, understood."
Jang Il turned back to her, murmuring softly.
"Now… Madam, return to the obedience pose."
"…Yes, Master…"
She reverted to the kneeling pose from when she'd first heard good child. That must be his implanted obedience stance. As I'd thought, with knees spread, her naked secret place was fully visible between them. His taste, no doubt.
Assuming the pose, she murmured as pre-programmed.
"This cheonnyeo will deeply engrave… Master's sacred suggestions into her stupid head… Forever… never forgetting… Master's suggestions are the sole commands ruling this cheonnyeo's lowly body and mind… Give any suggestion… Absolute obedience…"
"Good girl. First, forget everything from this morning, right? Neither I nor the young master entered this room."
"…Yes, everything from this morning… all forgotten… This cheonnyeo has not seen Master… or young master…"
Hearing "young master" from her lips made my recently calmed erection twitch again. She'd become too perfectly an obedient idiot child.
"Madam has been sleeping until now. A deep, restful sleep."
"Yes… This cheonnyeo has been sleeping until now… A deep… restful sleep…"
"Excellent. Now fold your discarded clothes, put them in the wardrobe, take out sleepwear, and put it on. Then lay out the bedding and lie down. Good job. Very good."
She obeyed precisely, spreading the bedding and changing into sleepwear. Seeing her in it for the first time stirred fresh arousal—translucent fabric that revealed everything beneath.
As she fully settled on the bedding, Jang Il spoke again.
"Good. Now the truly important part. Listen carefully, Madam."
"…Yes…"
"Madam forgets ever being a good child. Forgets all suggestions I gave as a good child. Madam was never a good child."
"Yes… This cheonnyeo forgets being a good child… Forgets all suggestions received as a good child… This cheonnyeo… was never a good child…"
"Well done, Madam. Now slowly close your eyes. Fall into an unbreakable deep sleep. You'll wake refreshed when this door closes."
Her eyelids drooped shut completely. Watching, I said,
"…Will you follow me?"
"Pardon?"
"If I forgive your sin against Mother, will you follow me?"
"I am already your loyal servant, young master."
He looked at me with moved eyes. Striving for a dramatic tone, I declared,
"Let's… conquer the martial world together."
Thus, the course of our lives was set.