To Catch the Daughter, Start with the Mother (1)
Absurd bullshit. No need to listen to… her?
I glanced at the camera. I'd already recorded plenty of footage—not just of Yujin, but of Yujeong's scandals too. Any more blackmail videos were unnecessary… right?
No, the more the better.
And now, a showdown with Yujin? I could do it anytime. Because now she had no confidence. Confidence in winning.
"What's that in your pocket? Some… metal thing sticking out."
Yujin had spotted the handle of the telescoping baton I'd hidden, so I played it cool and quickly stripped off my pants. I cranked the shower to full blast, drowning our voices in the roar of water, and taunted her.
"Loser pussy, you ready?"
"What?… Loser… pussy?"
"Yeah, you ready to lose to me again, you loser pussy."
Yujin trembled with rage but quickly regained her cocky attitude, thrusting both hands forward to claim her spot.
"Shut up, shut the fuck up and prepare to lose to me, you pathetic… dick!"
"Feels like I heard something similar just a bit ago. And then some squirting noises too… or was that not it? Hahaha!"
Yujin clamped her mouth shut, as if more talk was pointless between us. She yanked off the shirt squeezing her tits, leaving her sweat-soaked undershirt translucent, and right there in my family's bathroom, she dropped to her knees of her own accord before me.
She gagged like it reeked of Yujeong, spat out my cock, then shoved it back into her mouth wide open.
Yujin glared at me with fierce eyes. But to match her gaze to my cock, she was on her knees before me, mouth stuffed full, eyes rolled up with just the pupils.
It should've looked intimidating… no, my cock was fully hard reacting to that towering pride and provocative attitude, so yeah, it was intimidating. But the outcome wouldn't change.
I perched on the edge of the tub. Leaned forward, slipped my hand over her undershirt, snapped my fingers, and gave her the same nipple tease I'd done to Yujeong last night.
"Then let's start."
"Ptoo! Yeah, you bastard."
"Ooooh— Ooooh— Ooooh♥♥♥♥"
Yujin's pussy juices soaked not just my face but my whole body. Good thing we're in the bathroom—no need to drag myself somewhere else to wash up.
I stomped one foot on her sprawled-out tits and shoved open the bathroom door to head out.
"…Fuck."
Mom's bedroom door was slightly ajar. I'd tried to be careful, but at some point I got lost sucking Yujin's clit and nipples, lost in the moment, and couldn't stifle her screams. Of course it'd happen.
I'd confirmed Mom was already out of the house, so I strode naked into the living room. There on the table, under a mug, was a note—and pocket money beneath it.
I could guess what she wanted me to buy with it. The note didn't mention it outright, but it was a stern lecture insisting I get it and use it. I get Mom's concern, but it was pointless worrying.
Condoms? Last night, after Yujeong—who'd gone full bitch, crawling on all fours with her massive udders swinging low and elastic ass jiggling up—I'd sent her to buy them, and there were still tons left in the tub.
"Haa…."
A sigh escaped me. Of all people, to my mom. And of all girls, mistaken for Yujin being my girlfriend. Not some casual fling, but a real intense couple….
"F-fuck, fuck… fuck you, cock. I, I haven't lost yet."
That came from the bitch whose hips had given out, unable even to stand straight, crawling on all fours to reach me, clutching my ankle with both hands.
This obsession, this unyielding pride even after I'd hammered it home—it was getting tiresome.
"Th-three… rounds!"
"I already won two."
"Thr-three rooounds!"
My head spun; I let out another deep sigh and scooped up Yujin, who was slamming her head on the floor wailing for best of three. I set her gently on the dining table. Then I dropped to my knees before her legs.
Even freshly washed, sucking it might still be dirty, but whatever. The thought of tonguing Yujin's pussy was humiliating enough, but last night, sending Yujeong had worked best with oral service, so no choice. School time was closing in. No time to indulge this obsessive bitch till she came a dozen times. My wrists ached from fingering her nipples and clit.
Yujin was Yujeong's daughter, so she'd probably have the same weakness as her mom—that milf kink for male service. I brought my tongue to Yujin's already sloppy slit.
"What the fuck are you…."
"Ain't it gross when you suck my cock?"
I covered her clit entirely with the flat of my tongue.
"Kyaaak!"
"Sshhh. Come on—cum already, squirt your pussy juice and cum, you loser pussy."
"Ooooh♥♥♥"
A naked guy and girl enter a room side by side, slipping into their discarded clothes. They chat, sneakily groping each other.
To an outsider, we'd look like sweet lovers fresh off a steamy fuck. But the words we spat while dressing were razor-sharp.
"Die."
"Retard."
"Premie."
"Loser pussy."
Sometimes it got too much, downright childish. But anyway.
I threw on pants and a men's dress shirt. Yujin had it more complicated.
She peeled off her torn stockings, grimaced at her still-damp panties from our fap duel—dried some but sticky—and pulled them on. Then she plopped on my bed, rummaged through my room like it was hers, and haughtily donned some black stockings she'd found.
Grumbling about the cheap convenience store pair, Yujin's face suddenly lit up with a smirk.
She played dumb and asked me.
"So… why do you have women's black stockings in your room? Jerking off with them? Perverted fuck… disgusting."
I ignored her mocking tone. Burst out laughing as I watched her sit on my bed, drying her steam-soaked shirt with my hairdryer.
After a deliberate pause, I dropped the truth on her.
"Not mine. Your mom bought them last night. Wanted to show me how cute she looked in them. Adorable, right, for an old hag."
"Shut up, don't lie—!"
Yujin hurled my pillow at me. I snatched it midair and whacked her head back.
It wouldn't hurt, but the whap! echoed loud—must've pissed her off.
Yujin didn't wilt from one hit after failing to land hers. She grabbed the big bear plush Mom had left on my bed and swung it at me.
Pillows and plush flew back and forth—whap whap whap! Whap whap whap! We focused purely on pummeling, no pain anyway.
After a breathless stretch, atop my bed matching her height to mine, our impromptu pillow fight raged—until suddenly, sanity snapped back for both of us.
What the hell, this childish crap. Something only lovers would do….
"…Wanna stop?"
"Yeah."
Yujin tossed the bear back and stood before my room's mirror. Fixed her pillow-mussed hair and expression.
The face in the mirror was nothing like the slutty one from moments ago—thighs clamping my face to suffocate me, hands fisting my hair, back arched like a bow.
Women's transformations are innocent, but a bitch's perversion too? As I pondered, Yujin caught my stare and snarled.
"What're you staring at, fucker."
Even after that thorough schooling, her speech and attitude hadn't changed. If I'd just raped her without the fap duel, she'd sulk briefly then bounce back.
No—might've raged even harder, no sulking at all.
"Clothes on? Then get over here and hike up your skirt."
"What? Why the hell… hng, wanna go again? Fine, loser’s the one who cums five times—"
"Loser pussy, shut your bullshit and hurry up. Penalty time."
"Tch!"
If I hadn't called her out, she'd have glossed right over it.
I pulled the pink rotor from my pocket, dangled it before her face. Shot her a "you figure it out" look—but her blank stare said no.
I gave Yujin a quick rundown of the rotor's functions and use.
"Filthy perverted fuck. Buying crap like this."
"Who was moaning and cumming her brains out in those filthy perverted hands just now?"
"Kuh!"
Fuming at my jab, Yujin clenched her fists—but even she was learning now.
She unclenched, hiked her skirt with both hands. But holding it while I shoved the rotor in felt too humiliating; she rolled it up to flash her panties, then crossed her arms.
I stared straight at Yujin's face, which was angling for a chance to glare down at me. Total opposite of Yujeong. No matter how many orgasms, her favor toward me never rose. Made sense, thinking about it. If cumming boosted favor, every simp would buy roofies and turn rapist.
So what about Yujeong, who seemed a tad more favorable after nonstop orgasms (still net negative, but)?
Hmm… let's set aside that pathetic pussy. Focus now: Yujin over Yujeong, loser pussy's hole over pathetic pussy—shove the rotor in good.
I positioned the rotor carefully against her clit, then yanked her panties over Yujin's already leaking slit—barely dry and sopping again. Finished by stuffing the switch connected to the rotor inside the black stockings hugging her thick thighs. Topped it off with a solid smack to the plump pussy lips bulging through her panties.
Yujin dropped her skirt. Didn't forget to snap at me.
"Perverted fuck."
"Who came like a total perv in those perverted hands?"
I left the trembling Yujin behind and headed out of the room.
"Wait, where the hell you going!"
I ignored her yell, ducked into the bathroom, shut the door. She'd chased me like she'd bust it down—but hearing my piss stream, she quit banging.
I grabbed the bathroom cam and shock device, stepped out with my bag, and there was Yujin by the entryway, waiting.
Not 'cause she liked me, obviously. She was stuck due to our new bet from her loss.
I signaled my approach by bumping the motor switch up a notch. Yujin, smirking while texting someone (probably Minjun?), suddenly buckled at the waist.
She clutched between her legs like she needed to pee, glanced around, then slipped a hand under her skirt to fish out the rotor. I upped the switch another notch.
"Uuuugh—!"
I caught her waist as she stumbled toward collapse. She had her bag on—meaning she'd planned to head to school.
Even Yujin wouldn't stab me dead then stroll to class like nothing. That knife swing was impulsive, spur-of-the-moment.
Didn't make her easier, though. Just meant I needed to change tactics.
"Hold it together, loser pussy. Can't even handle this level? How you gonna last till end of school?"
I straightened her up and said.
"You, calling me… that disgusting shit again… ngh…."
Switch up!
Vrrrrm!
"Uuuugh!"
"Hold out till dismissal, and I'll knock five off. And lay off your mom, the pathetic pussy, for a while—that's the bet, right? But if you tap out now, my bored cock's got no choice but to—"
"Don't call my mom that!"
Yujin screamed and swung her palm at me. I dodged easy, then punched her thigh hard—enough to drop a normal girl sobbing. Yujin grimaced but stood firm.
"Hmm… hit that hard and no collapse. Guess you can handle PE class."
I offered no apology to the pained Yujin and strode ahead to school. Soon enough, red-faced with humiliation and rage, legs quaking from the vibes, she chased after.
No choice—she had to. The remote for the rotor in her pussy was in my hand.
Heading to school, tons of people stared at us.
Each time, I flinched thinking they heard the buzz from her pussy, or spotted the pink cord linking to it—uselessly smacked her innocent ass. But nearing school, I realized: nope.
It was just my newbie nerves at exposure play.
Passersby couldn't imagine a rotor stuffed in Yujin's pussy. Why? She radiated flawless future top idol vibes. Perfect looks and body—people stared unconsciously, no one clocked the truth.
And right now, I had leashed that envied woman's neck with an invisible pink dog collar in others' eyes, tugging the handle whenever, turning the idol-adored bitch into my personal one.