The Daughter's Sin is the Mother's Sin (3)
"But I can't let that bitch see it. It was ridiculous. She gobbled up my cock as much as she wanted, but wouldn't even let me touch her pussy?"
I bared my teeth in a wide grin.
Sex-crazed thug. Just a trash guy whose life's goal is to fuck a woman once. A garbage man who doesn't think and just lives. I had to play that image.
To drag Yujeong deeper into the quagmire without her realizing it, making her offer her body to me of her own will.
"Don't lie... My daughter, our Yujin, would never do that. Not with trash like you!"
I pressed my foot harder against Yujeong's face and turned my phone back on.
"Sa-hyeok... you like it?"
"More."
"...Sa-hyeok, you like it when I suck your cock? Gonna cum?"
"Then what the hell is this?"
"Ughhh!"
Yujeong started thrashing to get up. I obligingly lifted my foot. I couldn't risk scarring that pretty face. If word got out she'd been assaulted, it would mess up my plans.
Time passed. The night deepened. I had a lot to do tonight.
No need to drag out the story. She wasn't the type who couldn't grasp things, so I could cut straight to the point.
I squatted down in front of Yujeong as she tried to push herself up from the floor, grabbed her hair, and forced her head up to look at me.
Then I shoved the face of Yujin—flushed red from arousal and booze—right in front of Yujeong's own booze-flushed face and asked again.
"So what the fuck is this? Can't you see this horny face?"
Yujeong squeezed her eyes shut like she didn't want to see. But closing her eyes wouldn't block it out—
"...Sa-hyeok, you like it when I suck your cock? Gonna cum?"
She couldn't shut out her daughter's lewd, coquettish voice.
"Don't touch her.... Don't touch my daughter...."
"Touch her? Sounds like you're saying I raped her or something. We did it consensually. Hell, I was planning to take it slow, but Yujin went into heat and jumped me. She got hers and didn't give a shit about me. What choice did I have?"
From the pain? Humiliation? No. Tears welled up in Yujeong's eyes because of a mother's worry for her daughter.
"Don't lie! My daughter wouldn't do that! It's edited, right? Yeah?"
I paused the video and showed her again.
"Look closely."
"What... huh?!"
Yujeong gasped as realization hit.
"Yeah, right here. We did it today, right in this spot."
"Lies...... Lies! You touched my daughter!"
Seemed like I needed a stronger shock to shatter Yujeong's self-rationalization. So I let go of her hair and walked to the trash can.
I picked it up with both hands and brought it to her, then dumped it out in one go. Bits of trash rained down on her head amid the filth. One of them was my cum—coated on my cock, fed into Yujin's mouth, then wiped into the tissue. The loosely balled-up tissue burst open against Yujeong's hair, smearing her daughter's saliva-soaked, still-damp semen into her mother's locks.
"No lies. This is the truth. Your daughter dragged me here today and sucked my cock. She slurped on my dick, licked my glans with her tongue until I came, fingered my balls, sniffed my cock smell. That's the truth."
I squatted in front of her again. Slid my hand into her white blouse and gripped her breast hard. Massive, as expected.
Even seeing it had been impressive, but feeling it in my hand made it real. Hiding these monsters under her blouse? Humanity's loss.
"But then she said no when I wanted to eat her pussy after devouring my cock so greedily? Hilarious? A slut playing coy is just absurd. So now I'll use her mom's instead."
"Get your filthy hands off.... I wouldn't do that...."
Yujeong's voice slurred, dreamy and limp, as the booze hit her harder.
"Don't play virgin. You've popped out a kid Yujin's size."
Squeeze!
I clamped down harder on her breast. She shook her head in pain. I let go. As the ache faded, she panted for breath. But I had no intention of going easy. I'd released her breast just to grab something even more painful, to inflict greater agony.
I pinched her nipple between my fingers and twisted.
"Ahhh—! Ah—"
As she tried to scream, I clapped my hand over her mouth. Yanked her nipple like I was going to rip it off before letting go.
Tears already streamed from her eyes to the floor.
"Shut your fucking mouth quietly. You know what happens if you scream."
I peeled my hand from her mouth and said it. Then I went to the door and turned off the light. The janitor who lived in the school dorms might see the chairwoman's office lit up and come check.
Darkness shrouded us. Only the sound of my footsteps returning to the chair and Yujeong's ragged breaths filled the room.
Finally, her lips parted, and I heard the words I wanted.
"What... are you to my daughter?"
"You just heard. We're dating."
"...Since when?"
"First day she transferred. She confessed first. Liked my face and my cock, or some shit. Wonder who she takes after to get so horny."
"...My daughter wouldn't."
I waited a beat, then drove the knife into her heart.
"When did you get so close to your girlfriend? Yujin said you two haven't talked since her dad died—years now."
Of course, Yujin had never told me such intimate family secrets. That was from pre-regression Yujin, tearfully confessing on a famous psychiatrist's talk show.
"Yujin loves me. Trying to get from me what she never got from her mom, you know?"
Good thing I'd turned off the light. Even I had to stifle a laugh at the ridiculous lie; she'd have seen right through it otherwise. But introducing that bitch Yujin as my girlfriend had paid off. Yujeong was starting to crack.
I stared up at Yujeong's face as she now stood over me. The booze should be wearing off by now, but she was still unnaturally unsteady.
Something was off. From her mutterings, she'd been at a drinking party with men she didn't want to be with—what happened there? Drugged, maybe. Pre-regression, she'd taken leave for days after this night and returned haggard. Something definitely went down. But no way to know now. Still, something had happened here tonight, so lingering was risky. Time to move.
"Why are you doing this to me? Blackmailing with all that evidence."
"Why? Ask your tits."
"...My tits?"
She sounded puzzled, taking it as metaphor. But soon I heard her grit her teeth as she got it.
"Figures that's your goal. You wouldn't know love. You're just after Yujin to...."
Yujeong bowed her head. Tears dripped down. I thought maybe the pain from my punch to her gut was hitting late, but no—it was motherhood.
Sorrow for failing to protect Yujin from my clutches. Self-loathing for not giving her enough love, leaving her lonely enough to give herself to me.
Beautiful motherhood.
But repulsive to me. She'd defended her daughter by painting me as a rapist fit for one in court. That image was still vivid.
The truth? Yujeong was no different from Yujin. If Yujin lived like the world's protagonist was me, Yujeong just added her clone daughter to the mix....
I pushed down the creeping guilt with those thoughts. I'd planned to blackmail and rape Yujeong just like Yujin, but it wasn't my fault. They'd ruined my life—
No, not quite. Unlike Yujin, this timeline's Yujeong hadn't tampered with my school records or perjured herself in court yet.
She hadn't sinned against me. So what I was about to do wasn't even revenge. Just trash-thug shit.
"Please... break up with my daughter...."
Straight-backed Yujeong dropped to her knees before me. Crawled forward and buried her face in my thigh. Without me asking, her hand slipped between my legs and grabbed my cock. It hardened without me even trying.
"Yeah? Please. And delete my daughter's video. Yeah? I'll do whatever you want. Everything you say."
She begged in a desperate voice. Then, like a powered-down device, she suddenly passed out, head thudding into my crotch.
I patted her cheek, lifted her eyelids—no sign of waking. My guess about drugs was right. Staying here was dangerous.
But instead of acting fast, I stroked Yujeong's head as she showed such pitiful motherhood, gazing out the window. Beautiful stars twinkled in the night.
I stared at the dark sky and bright stars for a good while before turning back to her.
Her massive tits and ass caught my eye first, but what struck me deepest were her closed eyes, brimming with tears for her daughter.
My rock-hard cock slowly softened.
I gently lifted her head onto the chair arm and stood. Thought it over.
Raping an unconscious woman. Pure trash-thug shit.
...Am I a trash thug?
I gathered the scattered items into her handbag, tidied the room. Erased all traces we'd been here tonight. Checked the camera too—recording fine. Then I looked down at Yujeong, slumped against the chair, and continued thinking.
...Am I a trash thug? No. I'm not.
I approached her. Slung her handbag around her neck like a collar, slid my arm under her thighs. Scooped her up princess-style, light as she was. Glanced around.
Dark, empty night. School abandoned except for me.
Holding the unconscious chairwoman, I left the office. Kept thinking.
...Am I a trash thug? No. I'm not.
I'm more. I have to be more. A trash thug can't beat your innocent devils. Only devils worse than you can win against you.
So I carried Yujeong toward the unmanned motel.