A Face That's Not a Mother's (1)
Right in the middle of her screaming her lungs out, Yujeong's head suddenly drooped down.
The motel room, which had been overflowing with the ecstatic moans of couples next door despite being cowed by Yujeong's wails, fell abruptly silent.
"Mm, good girl."
I stroked Yujeong's hair as I said it.
She looked terrified by my sudden gentleness, probably suspecting what new torment I was plotting next.
Spot on.
I carefully scooped up Yujeong, who was leaking from both ends, and laid her on the bed. Whether it was the AC blasting or the aftershocks of her climax making her shiver, I covered her trembling chest with the blanket anyway.
As if none of it had happened—the way I'd hammered her pussy like I was smashing a junked car with a sledgehammer, the way I'd spanked her ass so hard my handprints layered over each other multiple times.
I lay on my side next to her, slipping my hand under the covers to stroke her belly like you would a baby's after feeding, and murmured,
"You were beautiful, noona."
"R-Really? Me? You think this face is pretty?"
Sadistic sex. Verbal abuse and beatings. Then a sudden shift to gentle caresses and compliments on her looks.
All to confuse her.
Mix praise with threats. Sex with rape. Pure love with exploitation.
Until she deludes herself into thinking I'm doing this because I love her.
Like a battered wife who, despite all the abuse and exploitation from her husband, reads meaning into his tiniest gestures and convinces herself he loves her deep down.
I brought my lips to hers and whispered things like, "Tastier than Yujin..."
She put up a token protest—"My daughter's not food!"—but when I kissed her and rubbed her nipples and clit to send her over the edge again, she couldn't hide her glee at the praise from a rapist like me. She started forcing desperate smiles through it all.
Then, the hand fondling her breasts suddenly tightened viciously.
"Gak!"
"Auntie! What's with the fuss? Spread that pussy!"
The sweet younger guy from moments ago had turned back into a savage beast.
Yujeong had been beaten enough tonight to learn her lesson, so instead of fighting back, she spread her pussy with her index and middle fingers, like she was begging to be fucked. She couldn't even hide her eager anticipation.
But that wasn't what I wanted. This wasn't some consensual rough play between us.
I wrapped my arms around her slim waist and hoisted her up.
She even smiled faintly, aroused by the roughness, but it crumbled fast.
Because I lifted her higher than she'd expected—higher than my hips, higher than her chest, higher than her head. Like some pro wrestling move with a "don't try this at home" warning.
Feeling the grip on her thighs, she guessed what was coming and screamed,
"N-No! Wait, wait—gak!"
Powerbomb!!!
Bam!
It was a soft mattress, so nothing tore or broke, but I'd slammed her down hard enough to shake the bed. No way she came out unscathed.
I grabbed the dazed, passed-out Yujeong by the ass, lifted her lightly, flipped her over, positioned her doggy-style, and shoved my cock straight into her pussy.
"Oooohk!"
The angle let me plunge even deeper, forcing a vomit-like groan from deep in her gut. She was still half-out, so I hammered her a few more times hard.
Then, finally coming to, she yelled,
"Stop, stop! I hate this, hate it! Be gentle..."
"Wishful thinking from a shitty onahole auntie like you. Shut up and squeeze that pussy!"
It was a cruel voice, worlds away from the loving tone of before, matched by equally brutal thrusts.
Like I had multiple personalities, switching in an instant. Yujeong, unsure which was real, turned her head to stare at my face even as she lay pinned to the bed, ass not even raised.
But with her ass going smack smack smack smack! every second and pussy squirting pssh pssh pssh! nonstop, no way she could think straight.
And even if her head was clear enough to judge, the outcome would've been the same. Neither the lovesick younger guy nor the guy just out for a fuck was my true self. My real target wasn't Yujeong—it was her daughter. I was doing this for Yujin, not her.
Soon enough, Yujeong arched her head back with another orgasmic wail. I sent her pussy over the edge once more and came again myself.
I carefully removed the condom to keep the cum in, placed it on the nightstand. Then chugged another energy drink to replenish fluids and energy.
Maybe too much caffeine, or maybe because of how Yujeong had kept her head slamming into the mattress but knees and ass high to match my rhythm every thrust—my heart was racing.
I stared for a moment at the love juices leaking from Yujeong's still-pretty pink pussy despite all the pounding, then slipped my fingers inside.
Not roughly like before. Back to sweet, lovey-dovey sex this time.
I gently stroked her ass and lifted her head from the mattress—she couldn't do it herself and was on the verge of suffocating. Saved her life, basically.
Then I laid her head on my thigh so she could breathe. Her face, smeared with pleasure and pain, had lost all trace of its usual intellectual poise. But it was far more alluring than her "real" face, so I kissed her lips.
And poured the energy drink I'd been holding in my mouth down her throat. Light returned to her unfocused eyes.
"Noona, you awake? How am I supposed to sleep all lonely if you pass out on me."
I mixed polite speech, noona-talk, and casual banmal as I spoke to her.
Words of impossible tenderness from the guy who'd just brutalized her ass and pussy worse than any fist moments ago.
Demon one second, angel the next.
Unable to comprehend it, Yujeong wore the face of a student stumped by a tough math problem.
Of course, as chairwoman—not a student—she'd normally see through an act like this in a heartbeat.
But she'd downed drugged booze, learned her daughter had lied about dating, climaxed to the best orgasm of her life from my caresses, then got pounded senseless. Her brain was overloaded.
While Chairwoman Yujeong stood there like a dumb student unable to solve it, I scooped her up princess-style and carried her to the bathroom.
I turned on the water, washed the love juices, cum, and sweat from her body, repeating the same cycle from the bed.
I praised her huge tits and begged for a paizuri. Yujeong, who barely knew what it was, reluctantly gave in—and I suddenly turned, beating her breasts like a punching bag.
I chased the sobbing Yujeong—who fled like a wife escaping her husband—as she bolted out the bathroom door. Pinned her to the floor, not the bed, and rammed my cock into her pussy again.
We repeated this for over an hour, two, three. Her mind and defenses shredded fast. By the last hour, without me even ordering it, she took my cock in her mouth to clean it of her own volition.
And even,
"Fuck me, please."
"What?"
"Pound Yujeong's worthless pussy hard, oppa."
"Auntie... aren't you embarrassed? Calling a guy your daughter's age 'oppa'."
"Eeeeng."
Yujeong turned her head cutely, like she might pout. Completely broken.
I looked down at Yujeong—or whatever was left of her. Just a bitch in heat now.
Legs spread wide in a squat so deep her ass touched the floor, hands out front like an animal's paws. And flashing a peace sign like getting impaled on my cock was no big deal. Crazy bitch. Past childish regression—inhuman, no, more like animal-approved.
But her eyes shone brighter than ever.
Training complete? Bitch corrupted successfully?
Nah, couldn't be that easy. This was just for tonight's four hours.
Come sunrise, bitch Yujeong would revert to Chairwoman Yujeong, socialite Yujeong, mother Yujeong—forget this entirely, strut around school in suit and black stockings with her stubborn, germaphobic face.
So I,
turned my gaze to the camera filming the bitch-ified Yujeong. Working fine.
I told her,
"Good. But we're out of condoms. What now? Skip it?"
Lie—more than half left. Even I couldn't use them all.
"Uuuuung."
But to Yujeong—or the bitch rubbing her hair on my cock—condom or raw, didn't matter.
Grinning, she turned, shaking her ass at me.
"Just fuck me raw."
I'd planned to mock her cutesy act—an old hag like her?—but damn, she actually looked cute. Speechless.
Her mature, ripened looks and personality weren't built for cute, but the conquest of having her cock-drunk and shaking her ass? Intoxicating.
"How? How should I fuck you?"
"Missionary! Missionary! Yujeong loves missionary! Look into my eyes! Call me cute! More than pretty—say I'm cute and young-looking! Praise me!"
"And."
"Kisses! Lots of kisses!"
"So demanding, my auntie. A young guy like me fucks you, you should just be grateful and take it without all these requests."
"Uuu—uuung! Don't call me auntie, hate it, hate it."
This bitch's brain's turned into a pussy.
"Then what? Noona? Call you noona?"
"Yujeong! Just Yujeong!"
"...Fucking psycho."
She giggled at my curse, hopped onto the bed like a dog, shook her ass to tempt me, then stretched her arms out for a hug.
Pretending to give in, I climbed up. Laid my chest over her heart-eyed tits as she gazed at me.
I looked into her eyes, whispered "cute" more than "pretty" into her ear. Playful kisses on her giggling lips, tongue shoved in. And slid my cock into her pussy—still dripping wet, squeezing perfectly despite the abuse.
She preferred this to rough pounding; clawed my back with her nails the whole time, alternating laughter and moans: "Ehehehit! Eeheeehit!"
At climax, she wrapped one arm around my neck, legs around my waist.
Locking her ankles to milk every last drop into her womb—or else.
In the peak of her orgasm, Yujeong thrashed and screamed,
"Haejin-ssi! Haejin-ssi! It feels so good, ah, Haejin-ssiii!"
Haejin? Not her ex-husband's name or nickname. First love she broke up with? I'd look into it later.
Anyway, moaning some other guy's name instead of thanking the cock pounding her? Unforgivable sin.