Mother-Daughter Training

Bzzzzzt! With the sharp crackle of electricity, Jua’s body jolted violently.

"Ugh... Aaagh! Ghhh!" Jua let out a bizarre, strangled cry as her entire body shuddered. She trembled like an electrocution victim, foam bubbling at the corners of her lips. Juyeon gasped in sheer horror at the sight.

"M-Mom!" Anyone could see she was in grave danger. Only then did Juyeon realize the gravity of what she had done. Panicking, she raised the remote control, desperately trying to turn off the device, but...

"...T-The power button!" There were only two buttons on the remote. A red button to completely erase the brain, and a blue button to write new common sense. There was no function to stop the machine midway.

Jiho smirked as he explained, "Once you press the button, it won't stop until the pre-programmed time is up. Obviously. Since safety is guaranteed, why would there be any reason to stop it?"

Jiho raised his hand and pointed to the front of the helmet resting on Jua's head. "See those static lines flickering up and down on the front? Those are your mother's brainwaves."

A pink light glowed across the translucent visor, which covered more than half of her face from her forehead to her eyes. A single red line sliced through the center, fluctuating rapidly up and down like a frequency wave.

"Right now, it's bringing those waves to a complete halt." The line, which had been violently spiking up and down just moments ago, now showed a significantly weaker output, its intervals stretching wider and wider.

"Ugh... ghh..." Jua convulsed violently for what felt like an eternity, but at some point, her body went limp, sagging like a corpse. The turbulent brainwaves on the visor finally stopped moving, leaving nothing but a flat, solitary line.

"Alright, the brain-cleansing is complete. Now, if you press that blue button, we'll write her new common sense."

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Juyeon shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "No... I don't want to..." At this moment, Juyeon's own brainwashing was wavering more than ever. If left alone just a bit longer, or if given a slightly stronger shock, she might have snapped back to her senses. Of course, if her brainwashing broke like that, it would yield its own amusing reactions, but it wasn't the picture Jiho wanted to paint.

"Is that so? Then leave her like that. She'll be a vegetable for the rest of her life, but hey, what can you do?"

Juyeon flinched violently at his words. What did he mean by that?

"It's only natural. What did I tell you in the first place? I said you would kill her with your own hands and then bring her back to life. But you stopped right after the 'killing' part."

Having already taken the first step, Juyeon no longer had a choice.

"Since you pressed it, you're an accomplice." Jiho smirked, placing a hand on Juyeon's shoulder. "Actually, not an accomplice. You're the principal offender, and I merely lent a helping hand, right?"

"Ugh... ah..." In the end, Juyeon pressed the blue button.

Bzzzzzzzt! The output this time was incomparable to before. Sparks flew over the helmet as high-voltage currents scrambled Jua's sensory data. The flatlined brainwaves began to fluctuate violently once more.

While only the brainwaves were visible from the outside, a video was playing inside the helmet. On the screen inside the visor, intense light flashed hundreds of times per second, like a camera strobe. At the same time, multicolored geometric shapes floated before her eyes.

What started as a blue triangle shifted into a green circle, then a red square, and eventually transformed into various complex geometric patterns that were difficult to even describe, completely mesmerizing her. A normal person would have closed their eyes or at least squinted to protect their vision from the constantly changing shapes and flashing lights... but Jua didn't even blink, staring blankly at the display.

The screen before her eyes and the audio in her ears directly inscribed new common sense, concepts, perceptions, and an entirely new life into her mind. Through the headset secured over her ears, a single word repeated dozens of times per second. Thus, a sentence was formed. It was an overlapping echo so dense that an ordinary human would have found it impossible to perceive, let alone comprehend.

Yet, the current Jua was fully capable of understanding and assembling those words. The sentence repeated hundreds, thousands of times. It felt as though she had always thought this way from the very beginning—as if it were the absolute, singular truth of the universe. It coiled around her entire body like a serpent, acting as an inescapable curse and shackle.

Her lips, which had done nothing but drool until now, began to tremble. Simply listening was no longer enough to satisfy her.

Syllables became words, and words became sentences. At first, her voice was fragmented like a broken cassette tape, but after countless repetitions, the two voices aligned perfectly, repeating the exact same sentence without a single error.

"I am Master's faithful bitch, and obeying and submitting to him is the sole happiness of my life."

Though she had only spoken it once aloud, the words had already echoed thousands, tens of thousands of times inside her mind.

After that, the process of engraving the essential common sense and concepts of a bitch was repeated over and over again. Jua's brain accepted and neatly filed away dozens of sentences simultaneously without any issue.

In reality, barely ten minutes had passed, but inside Jua's mind, years—perhaps even decades—had flown by. Her mind, trapped within the helmet, had undergone decades of optimization to become the perfect bitch.

Jiho nodded toward Juyeon, gesturing with his chin. "Take it off her. There's a lock on the back. Just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twist it to open."

Squeezing her eyes shut, Juyeon approached Jua. She unlocked the helmet and lifted it off.

With the helmet gone, Jua slowly opened her blank eyes. She looked around, taking in her situation and her surroundings, and instantly realized the very first thing she needed to do.

Standing up, she smoothly slid down the black stockings wrapping her legs, then unbuttoned her suit jacket and shirt one by one. Soon, she was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠left in only her white underwear, but without showing a shred of shame or any other emotion, she stripped those off as well.

In an instant, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was completely naked, without a single thread on her body. Without a moment's hesitation, she knelt on the floor. Bringing her hands together, she placed them on the ground and prostrated herself like a dog. Her nose and forehead pressed against the cold floor, but she didn't care in the slightest. There was no doubt, no hesitation. Without uttering a single word, she proved her absolute submission through her posture alone.

"Raise your head." Only after Jiho's command did she lift her head, offering a bright, radiant smile. "Hello, Master. ♥"

"M-Mom..." Juyeon muttered, utterly bewildered. However, the tremor in her voice wasn't just because her mother had been turned into a complete bitch. Rather, the trembling was fueled far more by excitement. Once again, a thrilling, spine-tingling pleasure seemed to ripple through her entire body.

At Juyeon's voice, Jua turned her head to the side while remaining on her knees. "My, my, my dear daughter. To think you would put that helmet on your own mother and even activate the device yourself."

She remembered exactly what had happened just moments ago. Although her brain hadn't processed the conversation between Jiho and Juyeon at the time, her sensory organs had received all of it perfectly. And now that the cognitive inhibition was completely gone, she remembered everything with crystal clarity. The fact that her daughter had been aroused by her degradation, had succumbed to her own desires, and as a result, had reduced her to this state... to Jua, this fact was...

"...something to be grateful for."

"Huh?" Juyeon, who had been incredibly tense, blurted out in response to the completely unexpected words.

"My life up until now was nothing but a lie. A fake life, a fake wife, a fake mother. A fake Seong Jua. Since I was born with a pussy, my only true purpose is to live as a bitch who obeys and is dominated by her Master. I almost went my entire life without ever realizing that."

As she spoke, Jua smiled with genuine, unadulterated happiness.

"So, thanks to my daughter, I was able to find my true self and my true life. Thanks to Juyeon, Mother has finally become a bitch slave solely for Master."

She called her "Juyeon" instead of "daughter." The difference was profound. Jua had already discarded her role as a mother. The only title that could be attached to her now was, purely and simply, Jiho's bitch.

Having said that, Jua turned her gaze back to Jiho, murmuring with a dazed, ecstatic expression. "Ah... Master. Master. Master... Please, use my body... ♥ I, Seong Jua, want to trade my human rights and the rest of my life for just one chance to be fucked by your cock. ♥"

Despite her dripping-sweet, desperate voice, Jiho remained expressionless. Resting his chin on his hand with a bored look, he shrugged. "I don't know. I have so many incredibly hot bitches around me. Why would I need to use a middle-aged woman who's practically on the verge of becoming scrap metal?"

"Ah..." Despair washed over Jua's face. Resentment welled up inside her—not toward Jiho, of course, but toward her own aging body for realizing her duty as a bitch so late in life.

Of course, Jiho didn't mean a word of it. Jua looked like she was in her twenties, and her looks were top-tier. However, rather than a bitch who submissively accepted whatever she was told, he wanted a different kind of reaction. And just as expected...

"W-Wait a minute! That's not what you promised!" Juyeon cried out in a panic. She had already turned her mother into a bitch with her own hands just to witness her mother's miserable state. How could he suddenly change his mind like this!

Jiho tilted his head side to side at her reaction. "Sure, I did promise. But I'm just not feeling it. Well..." He paused, pondering for a moment, before adding with a smirk, "If you beg like your mother did, maybe I'll change my mind."

"W-What does that..."

"If you don't want to, then don't."

Juyeon knew. She had already gone too far to turn back. Even though her brainwashing had half-unraveled, she trembled as she knelt down beside Jua. Pressing her forehead to the floor, she begged pitifully.

"Please... use my mother."

"I don't like the way you phrased that, so no."

"Please... please take my mother's pussy... and fuck her deep with your cock..."

"Yeah, now that sounds like a proper request." Standing up, Jiho lightly raised his foot and pressed it down on the back of her head. "Fine. I'm not particularly in the mood, but since you, her daughter, are begging and pleading so desperately... I'll fuck your mother for you."