The Daughter's Sin is the Mother's Sin (8)
The door closed. But instead of the sound of the shower, Yujeong's hand poked out from beyond the bathroom door.
"Transfer student? Hand me what I bought over there.... The towel and...."
Does this bitch think I'm her boyfriend or something?
"What?"
"The towel, the towel."
"Is that all? I thought you asked for something else too."
"What?"
"What do you mean, what? Should I just bring the towel then?"
"No, not just the towel. That thing. What I bought."
"The slutty lingerie and stockings you bought to show off to me?"
"......"
I kept teasing Yujeong, who was way older than me, but obediently tore open the packaging from the plastic bag containing the lingerie and new stockings.
At the sound of the packaging ripping, she seemed to think I wouldn't torment her anymore, so from some point on, Yujeong stopped responding to my words and just waved her hand sticking out from the bathroom door.
"Here you go. What you've been waiting for."
I said, raising up on my tiptoes. The height seemed to match. I pulled down my pants and underwear.
Yujeong, who had the door cracked just enough to barely extend her hand—as if she didn't even want to look at my face—didn't realize the object heading toward her palm wasn't what she wanted, but my cock instead.
Her palm clenched to grab the stockings and lingerie. But the texture was different from what she'd expected, so it opened right back up. Then, as if to confirm once more, it clenched again. With a bit more force this time.
"Wha—what the—ack?!"
A flustered voice that couldn't even form words properly leaked from inside the bathroom, soon turning into a shrill scream: "Eek!"
Startled, Yujeong dropped my cock and raised her hand high as if to slap me. I took a step back. I shoved the stockings, lingerie, and towel into her flailing hand all at once. Then I turned around. Right away, in the full-length mirror set up in one corner of the room—like it was for play—I saw a man standing there with his pants and underwear down. Me, smirking like I'd come here to fool around with some girl.
My senses snapped back. I slapped my own cheek with my palm. While Yujeong was washing up, I busied myself preparing for what I'd do to her tonight.
First, to brighten up the dim motel room, I flipped on the lights.
I hit the lighting switch. Unlike the one I'd turned on earlier, it wasn't bright white—this was the second one. A sleazy red glow softly filled the room.
Relying on the light that was dark enough to feel intimate but bright enough to make out shapes clearly, I neatly arranged and stacked the items from the plastic bag Yujeong had tossed aside in the storage shelf by the bed.
Energy drink cans, a plastic pack with finger cots, towels, a brush pen, and three boxes of condoms.
They were small single-row boxes, but still boxes—and not a small amount by any means. Buying three of them.
Even by my standards, this was excessive. Way too much. But I had to steel myself to use every last one before the night was over.
I'd mold that bitch's asshole in the shower right now into the shape of my cock. Before the night ended, I'd make sure she couldn't even dream of any man but me. With just this one night of sex, I'd etch into her pussy and her brain that none of the countless fucks she'd had while getting pregnant with Yujin even counted as sex.
With those thoughts, I set up cameras on the ceiling and the table. I turned on the TV with the remote and switched to a channel playing some lewd, trashy movie. I cranked the volume all the way up.
"Ah—ugh! Ow! Oh, yes!"
The utterly tacky, fake-as-hell moans of some Western AV actress poured from the TV. The washing sounds from the bathroom paused for a moment, then resumed.
Preparations complete. I stripped off my shirt to match Yujeong, going fully naked. The cold AC air I'd unconsciously turned on upon entering hit my skin, giving a refreshing chill that cleared my head more than chugging energy drinks ever could.
Suddenly, a weird feeling washed over me. What the hell am I even doing here? I wasn't immune to embarrassment either. If anything, I might have felt even more resistance and shame than Yujeong.
From her perspective, I was just some "transfer student"—a thug who'd suddenly laid hands on her precious daughter. But to me, Yujeong was a far older, far bigger presence in my life. And yet right now, I was...
"Ah."
I was hard.
I glanced back at the full-length mirror.
Any reason to hesitate?
None. Not a single one, the naked man in the mirror told me.
I nodded in agreement, then strode confidently toward the bathroom, fully exposed.
True to its popularity with cheating couples, barely-legal kids, and groups here for unspeakable filthy play, the unmanned motel had no lock on the bathroom door.
I opened it. Yujeong glanced back at me unconsciously.
"Wha—what the hell! Get out!"
Yujeong, who was brushing her teeth with a disposable toothbrush, yelped in shock. The foam from her mouth splattered onto my heaving cock, right above her stomach.
"I said get out!"
No need to listen. I shut the door. Then, spearheading with my rock-hard cock, I charged at Yujeong.
She had no escape. So she fled into the oversized tub that didn't fit the cramped bathroom. But she barely took a few steps before hitting the wall. Cornered, her only resistance was grabbing the showerhead from the tub and pointing it at me, her massive tits jiggling. Lukewarm water sprayed my way.
"Get out! Get out! Get out!"
She gripped it tight with both hands, like it was a gun or a cross warding off a demon, hoisting it up to my face level.
The water pressure was weak; it didn't even reach my face. The stream hit my chest and trickled down, soaking her body.
As if even she saw how pathetic it looked, Yujeong soon dropped the showerhead limply. In resignation, she squatted down on the tub floor. She must have been imagining the horrific rape about to come. So instead of pouncing right away, I just watched her cry for a while.
With her ass on the tub floor, she hugged her knees like a shield in front of her.
"Hic... hic-hic... hic."
A pitiful sob that would tug at anyone's heart leaked from her lips, buried between her knees.
"Yujin, my daughter...."
Yet her resolve to protect her daughter remained; instead of attacking or fleeing, she seemed set on taking whatever I dished out.
I picked up the showerhead she'd set down on the tub floor. She flinched, curling up tighter, probably thinking I'd bash her head with it.
But I had no such intention. I twisted the faucet connected to it, adjusting the water temperature. Outside the motel, it was a sweltering tropical night, and inside, the AC was blasting full—slightly hot was perfect.
Once the temperature was right, I perched on the edge of the tub. Then, with the gentlest touch, I stroked Yujeong's hair. I poured water over the matted strands stuck with Yujin's spit and my cum, gently massaging with my fingers to untangle the clumps.
"Sorry, noona."
"......Huh?"
"Sorry for scaring you. I didn't know you'd hate it this much."
I kept talking to her as I dumped disposable shampoo onto her head. Foam bubbled up. Her eyes naturally closed.
Seizing the moment, I slipped into the tub where she sat. It was big enough for two, but my knees pressed against her back, and my toes touched her ass on the floor—unavoidable.
"But I wanted to get close to you like this, no matter what."
Utter bullshit. After beating her, threatening her, and dragging her here half-forcibly, now playing the lovesick younger guy.
But compared to a rapist driven mad by lust trying to ravage her, a stalker with twisted love felt better—no helping it. So Yujeong listened quietly without much protest.
I carefully extended both hands to her head and began washing her hair, massaging her scalp. Meanwhile, my lips drew near her ear, whispering endless sweet nothings.
First sight, love at first glance. Your black stockings under that skirt suit were killer. Jerked off to it three times. You looked so cool standing tall in front of those old male teachers. I wanna suck on noona's huge tits like a baby, popping those blouse buttons. I transferred here knowing you were the chairwoman. I admire you.
I alternated between romantic nonsense a smitten younger guy might say and crude dirty talk. Making her feel both stemmed from the same love. But truthfully, neither was sincere.
Unlike my sweet voice tickling her ear and my tender hands rinsing the shampoo foam from her hair, the gaze I fixed on her was ice-cold.
Yet I kept up the flattery without tiring. The foam on her hair had long been washed away, but she still kept her eyes shut tight. Probably hating the sight of her own reflection on the faucet more than me.
As the pointless water waste dragged on, I watched her nape amid her irregular breaths—hmm, hmmm—
It was red. After dousing herself in hot water forever, no wonder. The booze mixed with the aphrodisiac hadn't fully worn off yet. Her heart pounding from rage at me was heating her up too.
But even accounting for all that, it was red. Too red. Her earlobes, face, nape, lower back—even the breath from the pussy between her ass cheeks brushing my toes was red.
"I love you. Love at first sight."
Just minutes ago, I'd blackmailed this bitch with her daughter's sex tape. Made her buy condoms at the convenience store amid abuse and humiliation. What nonsense.
But would Yujeong see it that way? No—the truth was, she didn't even have the option to think for herself.
Brutal rape by a cruel rapist in the tub, or passionate sex with a younger guy who "loves" her despite the coercion? Pitted between those, any female—not just Yujeong—would choose the latter.
Of course, she knew my confession was absurd and unrealistic.
So Yujeong said,
"Don't tease this old lady. It's all lies anyway, right? You sweet-talk all the other girls like this too...."
As if refusing to fall for it. So I buried my face in her nape. Even though the situation overwhelmingly favored me, I murmured in a pleading, sniffling voice, like I was the desperate one.
"You're different from those bitches. I love you."
"How can you say that when you barely know me...."
"You're the prettiest, noona. The most lovable. Don't compare me to those sluts."
She started to argue, then trailed off. Trying not to show it, but she couldn't hide her pleasure.
Somehow, Yujeong's pride as a female was rock-bottom. For an alpha male like me—who she figured had fucked every girl around—to say he loved her, that she was one-of-a-kind? She had to be thrilled.
"Y-your tastes are weird. What's so great about an old hag like me? Can't you see? These stupidly huge tits and ass."
She turned to look at me as she said it. As if peering into my soul for sincerity. As if lies wouldn't work on her.
But I wasn't the only one trying to read the other's heart right now.
Did it work? Did the flattery I poured on her, hiding my humiliation, land?
Has my whispering done enough foreplay for the reward fuck to come?
It worked. Worked damn well, too.
What a laughably disgusting sight.
All my words were clumsy flattery to make her tastier to devour, and she's making that face?
This horny bitch who gets off on such bullshit strutted around school like that? She played the prim-and-proper judge framing me innocent?
Answer me.
No—I'll make her answer.
Not with that filthy lying mouth, but with her pussy dripping juices on my toes. I'll make that fucking female answer with her cunt, you goddamn bitch!