A Call from My Daughter (1)
She just wouldn't come to her senses.
I raised my palm high again, intending to scold the sobbing Yujeong properly this time. The last one had just stung a bit, but now I planned to smack her hard enough to leave a perfect imprint of my hand on that white ass.
But before I could, Yujeong trembled like a newborn fawn struggling to stand—then somehow managed to get back up. She wiped away her tears as if nothing had happened.
Her voice still cracked unmistakably from the crying she'd just done, but she steadied her breath, trying to sound like she was reading from a textbook again.
Oh, impressive. Or is it just par for the course? With mental fortitude like that, she'd raised Yujin single-handedly, endured my taunts calling her "auntie," and climbed to her position at such a young age in society.
"Weekends."
I tossed her the cue.
"Weekends."
Yujeong picked it right up and continued.
"The second Sunday of every month, spent with Yujin. On this day, the dominant party shall not demand any satisfaction of desires from the submissive party. The dominant party shall make no contact whatsoever with the submissive party. Violation results in automatic termination of the contract."
"Good. Agreed."
I grabbed the brush pen and started writing on Yujeong's ass. Earlier, even with her white panties on, there'd been plenty of space on those huge cheeks, but now it was getting tight, so I had to pull her panties down further.
"...Ngh."
Yujeong let out a stifled groan of humiliation. If she'd said something snippy again, I'd have used it as an excuse to smack her one more time—too bad.
"Done. All written."
"Done? The most important part's still missing, isn't it?"
She wasn't letting me gloss over it—her head was clear now. The dazed, flailing Yujeong from after those two squirting orgasms was long gone.
"Hurry up and write it. What you have to do once the deal's sealed."
True to form as the young chairwoman, she pressed me calmly and firmly. But bent over with her ass in my face and her white panties yanked down to her thighs, it just came off ridiculous.
I considered bursting into exaggerated laughter to rub it in more, then thought better of it.
No point provoking her further—it wouldn't change anything, and I wasn't doing this just to humiliate her anyway.
I intended to honor my deal with Yujeong. It was the only way I could convince myself I was different from those four bitches who'd wronged me.
Even as I raped Yujin and now her mother, I'd keep the bargain—so I was different from them. Is that hypocrisy?
Probably. No, definitely. It was my hypocrisy. But knowing that didn't make me want to let it go.
This self-delusion that I was better than those sluts. This twisted craving for validation of my innocence from no one else but them, the ones who'd stolen it most brutally.
If I dropped the obsession, I could live a good life—use my regression knowledge to help others instead of this hypocritical bullshit. I'd even gotten a second chance at life.
But no matter how I tried, I couldn't let go of my fixation on those four innocent-avenging bitches. Fine, then—if I couldn't drop the obsession, I'd shatter the objects of it instead.
What would you call this? Affection born of hate? Ha, ridiculous. Affection for them?
"What are you staring at? Hurry up and write!"
"Wasn't staring at your ass, auntie. Just spaced out."
"You little—calling me auntie again!...... Everyone says I look young no matter where I go......"
"That's just polite bullshit, auntie."
"A-au... au-auntie...."
I'd figured she'd chew me out for my thoughts right before sealing the deal, but no—her priorities. This auntie had some serious hang-ups too.
Still, I'd promised to call her "sis" last time but slipped back to "auntie," so my bad. Fine, service time.
"Sorry, sis. Take this and cool off."
"What? Who'd want a gift from—"
I leaned forward, bringing my tongue to the spot the brush pen hadn't touched. Gave it a quick lick. For an auntie, her pussy had a faint, sweet peach scent.
"—Ah!"
Just one flick of my tongue, and Yujeong couldn't even stand straight—her ass quivered violently in place.
"Stop getting off and stand properly, sis. I'll write what I have to do once the contract's fulfilled, like you wanted."
"Wh-who said I liked it? Your filthy tricks!"
"You loved it, come onnn~?"
I teased her mockingly, patting her ass soothingly. I nearly gave this bluffing, lying pathetic pussy a real lesson, but held back. Not the time yet.
I finished writing the contract with the brush pen, reciting it aloud as I went.
"While Yujeong handles my sexual needs, I will never force sexual acts on her daughter, Yujin."
I put heavy emphasis on "force." If she'd banned all sex acts outright, it'd block me completely—but she hadn't.
She firmly believed—or desperately wanted to believe—that her daughter had only been "forced" into it by trash like me. No need to tweak that clause, in her mind.
Not a bad call. But words matter—"ah" and "eo" are worlds apart. That's why contracts gotta be airtight.
Anyway.
"Do you agree to this contract?"
"I agree!"
She yelled it out, then straightened up like it was over, fixing her vulgar ass-in-my-face pose.
"Hold on, where you going, sis? Gotta sign first."
She shot me a glare over her shoulder, arms crossed tight enough to make those massive tits swell upward—but soon bent over again, thrusting her ass back at me.
"Move it. Even your big sis ass is all written up now."
She stood straight again, glaring like "so what now?" I told her.
"Turn around. Gotta write it above your pussy."
"P-pussy...? What?"
She seemed to have neatly forgotten getting railed to two ugly orgasms, slipping back into chairwoman mode to scold me. But she knew acting up now would just make her look pathetic, so she obediently turned to face me.
Of course, I wasn't fooled by her compliance. This was just surface-level. No way she'd honor this insane deal of subbing for her daughter till graduation.
She was probably just planning to survive tonight. The second we parted, she'd scheme to delete Yujin's sex tapes from my phone—and take me out with it.
Right now, she saw me as some horny thug she could placate, then backstab later. That's why the fake obedience.
So the situation wasn't as advantageous for me as it looked—even with her bent over while I tattooed a uterus mark above her pussy. I had no connections, money, or status like her. If anything, I was at a disadvantage.
Like the principal pre-regression, if I got cocky thinking I'd tamed her, I'd end up "mysteriously" dead.
But I wasn't some rut-crazed Yujeong simp, and my current disadvantage was just now. Give me a little more time, and everything would flip.
The uterus tattoo was done. I drew it, but damn, it looked good. The sloppy, trashy vibe made it even better.
"There. Check it out."
"......Pretty nice signature."
She didn't even know it was a uterus tattoo meant to mock her, but calling it "pretty"? What kind of taste was that?
Did pathetic pussies instinctively love cheap vulgarity?
Whatever. Up till now, it was all just rehearsal.
Rehearsal over. Time for the real show.
"Sis."
"Yeah?"
Even now, the sweet "sis" brightened her face and voice a touch.
"It's work hours. Suck out all the cum I've been saving in my balls for your daughter's pussy—handle it for me."
"......Watch your mouth. You're new here, but realize you're part of this school now."
I cut off her nagging.
"Shut up and wrap those yapping lips around my cock instead."
"Tch, so crude."
She sneered, but climbed onto the bed anyway. Didn't even resist as I stripped off her top to bare those tits.
Her love for her daughter was genuine—she was cocky, figuring she'd drain my balls dry tonight to keep me off Yujin.
Kneeling between my legs, she hesitated... then grabbed my cock confidently, like she'd never wavered. Annoyed that her huge udders were in the way, she lay diagonally beside me.
I watched her face react to my cock—too big for one hand, hell, even two.
Smaller than her hatred for me or worry for Yujin, but there it was: the "happy bitch" expression lighting up her face.
It vanished quick, but I'd recognize that cock-hungry look anywhere—the kind that made every male from boys to geezers hard.
"You'd better brace yourself."
She said it smugly.
She knocked over the neatly stacked condom boxes on the nightstand with her hand, ruining the lineup I'd arranged.
Like a declaration she wouldn't let me use them.
I lay back, smirking like "bring it." Inside, though, I was a bit anxious.
Just standing there fully clothed, Yujeong could make any guy leak precum nonstop. She lacked youthful freshness but oozed that thick, fuckable ripeness at its peak.
Her pussy might be pathetic, but hand- and mouth-skills? She'd birthed Yujin, so they had to be decent.
Or not—even if not, looks were skill enough. Bitches preferred hot guys over skilled ones anyway.
Guess I'd have to brace myself.
Was her lust some long-stewing auntie's grudge? Licking her lips with a maniacal glint in her eyes, she told me:
"Transfer student, like you said, I'm an auntie—so young guys like you won't last against me."
For the first time, I regretted teasing her as "auntie." Hell, I'd even called her "sis"—who knew she'd cling so obsessively, refusing to let it go?
With that level of fixation sucking my cock, even I'd blow quick no matter how hard I held back.
Yujeong opened her mouth wide.
Confident smirk. Tongue out long, ready to drain every drop. Looked promising—not.
Thirty minutes later, I switched the porn-blaring TV to some gag show and burst out, "Wahahahaha!" If not for forcing laughs at lame jokes, I'd have dozed off from boredom.
"Ngh!"
Yujeong redoubled her efforts, humiliated that I wasn't even looking at her—just watching TV. But her best only kept me from going soft. Make me cum? Impossible.
"Sis, enough. Take your mouth off. Ugh, look at the drool. Gotta use this hole instead."
The moment she pulled off to catch her breath, I grabbed my cock and smacked her pussy as she straddled me. Yeah, smacked it. Not rubbing, not thrusting, not even hard—just light taps.
And still, Yujeong wailed "Ooooh♡" like a bitch in heat, on the verge of squirting.
She really was the weakest pathetic pussy in history......