In-Law's House
Elis's birth mother had ordered her to come home tomorrow, even threatening to tear her limb from limb if she didn't. (Not that she actually said that.) Did they really think she wouldn't go if told to? So instead of Elis, I decided to visit the Gwen Mansion myself tomorrow. I needed to hear just what the hell she was thinking, spewing that bullshit at my precious Elis. I was dying to know. What real power did the Gwen family—third-ranked chaebol in Dark City—have that let them call me "Dickhead Armor"? It sure as hell wasn't some ordinary army of superpowered grunts. No way Elis's mom would hurl insults like that relying on basic firepower. They had to have some insane power that would make me jump in shock.
But you know what? Legendary Fist Master Mike Tyson once said: Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth. I had no idea what the Gwen family had been hiding all this time, but once I beat the shit out of them, they'd learn how pathetic that power really was.
We're fucked, Gwen family.
Actually, this worked out perfectly. Time to swallow the Gwen family whole.
The Gwen family ranked third in Dark City's corporate world—only behind my parents, but their assets and company value were still astronomical. They practically monopolized the production and distribution of fresh produce in the city. Crops from their farms were incomparably delicious and nutrient-rich, so everyone preferred their stuff. One broadcaster even compared and analyzed fruits from Gwen farms against others, and shockingly, the Gwen fruits crushed the competition in sugar content and nutrients. If it looks good and tastes good, how could it not be popular? A top-three chaebol family, no less. No matter how hard I pushed drugs, my back-pocket income couldn't touch their legit revenue. You can never have enough in the reserves.
If I took the Gwen family, I'd gain massive power. No one knows what shit might hit the fan later, so bulking up now makes for an easier retirement. Anyway, tomorrow I'd head to the Gwen Mansion for the showdown.
But there was one problem. Fuck, why tomorrow of all days?
My main body had to train the Gumiho. As a monster, regular superpowered handcuffs didn't work on her, so I couldn't leave her side for a second. She might escape if I stepped out. Taking a clone to Elis's family home wasn't an option either. They could act so dismissive because they trusted their power. A clone might get reverse-ganged. I could delay the visit, but who knows what they'd pull? They already threatened Elis to show up tomorrow. If she didn't, they might send goons to kidnap her.
What to do? Gumiho or Elis—which one to pick?!
"Hamlet! So this is how you felt...!"
This was harder than to be or not to be.
"Huh? Hamlet? What's that?"
"Nothing. Anyway, we're good. Oppa will handle it, so don't worry. Go to work with Jina tomorrow. Just hold hands and sleep. You trust oppa, right?"
"Pfft. Yeah, I trust you, oppa."
Just hold hands while sleeping. Suck her pussy or whatever before bed—as long as hands are linked at sleep time, it's fine. Seeing Elis smile eased my mind. And it fueled my desire to protect that smile. Elis was my woman, mine. No one could steal the smile from her face or boss my girl around. Not even her own mother.
Gumiho or Elis—if forced to choose, I'd pick Eli... No! My answer's always the same! Why choose one? I wasn't powerless. Why sacrifice one for the other? My answer was eternal: have them both.
*****
Squelch-!
"Krrreeeeeh!"
"Heh heh. Weird moan, huh? My dick that good? Enough to make you squeal like that?"
"Sh-shut fuuuck...!"
"Heh heh heh."
I grinned darkly at the Gumiho—face slack with pleasure—answering my question. How many times had I dumped cum in her womb already? Stopped counting after twenty, but probably around fifty? Maybe over sixty. That's how relentlessly I'd pounded her pussy without pause.
"Hey, Raonjena."
"Hiiik?!"
At her real name, the pleasure-drunk Gumiho—no, Raonjena's eyes widened.
"H-how... how do you know my name?"
Even after nearly ten straight hours of dick-pounding, she looked fine. Monsters were monsters. Ten-hour nonstop sex would break even a succubus with cum-absorption and superhuman stamina boosts. Last time, after over ten hours, she turned into a dick-obsessed idiot. Slap her cheeks while talking, and she'd just babble, "Diiiick, diiiick gooood..." But the Gumiho? Drenched in ecstasy, sure, but mind intact, speaking clearly.
"Curious how I know your name?"
"..."
I flashed a meaningful smile at Raonjena. Mask off long ago—planned endless confinement training-fuck until she submitted.
Should've kept it on. Wait, she can smell me anyway, so no need from the start?
"I know way more than you think. Like... you're the last survivor of the Gumiho clan?"
"!!!!!"
Her eyes bulged at the secret only she knew.
"H-how do you know th-that...!"
"I'm a man full of secrets, more than you imagine. Curious?"
"..."
Raonjena shut her mouth, but her eyes betrayed her. Dying to know what I knew, desperate to uncover it.
"Wanna make a deal?"
"A deal?"
"Yeah. I really, really like you. I want you. Make you mine. Dye your ripe body and pure soul in my colors."
"...And?"
She gulped at my blatant possessiveness.
"You're loyal to Valencia Association President, right? Switch that loyalty to me. Then I'll tell you how I know your real name—and all my hidden secrets."
"..."
My offer tempted like the devil's whisper; Raonjena couldn't answer easily.
"Take all the time you need. But think here. Leave, and I'll assume rejection."
Schlop-!
"Haah! Uh?!"
I pulled out and stood; Raonjena let out a lewd moan, then clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.
Tsk tsk. Too late. My camera caught every slutty squeal. Play it for Teacher Sim Young, and he'd yell, "Wha?! I-it's standing!"
"By the way."
"..."
Dressed now, I eyed Raonjena.
"Being mine means you can use me too."
"..."
"Think it over seriously."
I left her in the warehouse and stepped out.
"Fuck yeah, I'm Dark City's top brain."
Now I could hit the Gwen Mansion tomorrow; she'd stay put. I knew her deepest secret with barely any chat—curiosity about how far my knowledge went, and how I got it, would pin her. Mystery always works.
"Rest up, then off to the in-laws... Nah? Why wait till tomorrow?"
A son-in-law visiting—surely they wouldn't turn me away. Rip the band-aid off now. Confirm the source of their arrogance.
"Come to think, Gwen women are gorgeous, huh?"
Bloodlines don't lie; every Gwen woman was stunning with killer curves. Even Elis's mom. My dick twitched hard.
"Hohoho. Still hungry? So greedy—my waist won't last."
Ten-plus hours in Raonjena's pussy, yet thinking of Gwen women made it rage. If this were a normal suit, it'd burst through.
Twitch-! Twitch-!
"Oh ho? Not the women—it's the 'Dickhead Armor' insult that pissed it off?"
Twitch-! Twitch-!
"Hohoho. Fine. A real man doesn't swallow that shit. Off to scope the in-laws' bottom line!"
Hohohohohoho!
Chatting with my soulmate downstairs, I headed to the Gwen Mansion.
"Ah, fuck."
Tried sounding mysterious for Raonjena, but it stuck. Insane adaptability! What the hell am I missing at this rate?!
"Yo! Steel Armor! You're too cool! Perfect head to toe—that's life! Streeeetch-!"
*****
"Hmph."
The Gwen family mansion rivaled Dad's—massive, castle-like grandeur. Elis's birth family, my in-laws, loved authority: walls at least 15 meters, main gate slightly shorter. Looked like a European noble estate.
"How to play this?"
At the gate, I pondered: strut in boldly or sneak over like a thief? Both routes sounded fun.
Decided: no crime here, no need to climb like a crook. Mother-in-law knew I was Steel Armor anyway. Steel Armor symbolized power! Always bold, unyielding steel will. Front gate it is.
"Come out!"
I bellowed loud enough for the mansion to hear.
"...Didn't hear?"
Over a minute, no one—not even an ant—showed. Weird? Voice carried fine.
No choice. "You're fucked, mother-in-law."
Daring threaten Elis, insult me, and ignore me? Three strikes already. Crime means criminal, criminal means no dodging Steel Armor's iron-fisted creed.
BAM-!
No 15m steel gate could withstand my kick. I strode in like a triumphant general through the breach.
"Mother-in-law! Where you at? Mother-in-law, show yourself!"