Guess Mom has to take the punishment again?
Guess Mom has to take the punishment again?
First, I pulled the tied-up girl out of the bathroom.
As soon as I carried her out, Woo Minjeong rushed in to do her business.
Inside, there was a frantic clattering sound.
Swaaaa...
Finally, the sound of the toilet flushing.
Woo Minjeong came out with a sigh of relief, looking like she'd barely made it in time.
And as she exited the convenience store's back bathroom, she looked at the fallen corpse.
"...He's really dead, right?"
"He's really dead."
The corpse of the middle-aged man who had tried to assault her.
His occiput was smashed, and blood was flowing as he lay limp.
Since I was the one who killed him, I'd suddenly become a murderer, but Woo Minjeong perceived it as an accident that happened while trying to save her.
With the world in this state, such things could be considered natural.
She looked away, as if acknowledging that this was no longer a normal era.
She focused on me and the person I was holding rather than the dead body.
"So, what is that girl, anyway?"
"Well. We just saw her together, so how would I know?"
"That... is true."
She kept sleeping while I held her.
The reason she was sleeping so abnormally was likely because she'd been drugged with sleeping pills.
'Actually, I have a rough idea of "why" that happened.'
While Woo Minjeong was in the bathroom, I read the description of the < Slave Overseer > skill.
It was an ability the dead old man had, which I'd stumbled upon by chance.
[ Unique Ability: Slave Overseer 【B-】 ]
-If the Overseer forces the target to submit or renders them unconscious for over 12 hours, they can apply a 'Brand'.
-Currently, you can apply the Brand to a maximum of 30 people, and a 'Collar of Submission' will appear on the branded target.
-In cases where the target mutually agrees, you can skip the process and establish a master-servant relationship.
[ Derived Ability: Collar of Submission 【S】 ]
-Once the Collar of Submission is equipped, it cannot be removed without the Overseer's order.
-Once the Collar of Submission is equipped, the target cannot attack the Overseer, and they cannot disobey orders.
-You can inflict the painful 'Whip' punishment on disobedient slaves.
-You can give 'Candy' to obedient slaves.
-This is a level-up capable skill.
*More detailed information will be unlocked once you have a slave.
Uniquely, there was a skill within a skill.
In short, it meant that if I put a collar on someone with the 'Slave Overseer' skill, I could use them as a slave.
'Submission or 12 hours of unconsciousness, huh...'
The ability itself seemed like a cheat.
Still, the reason the tier was low was because the conditions were incredibly shitty.
Looking at the description, I understood why they had bothered to drug us and try to subdue us by force.
The man I killed, Go Chunsam, had clearly called us in to blatantly increase his number of slaves.
He had already rendered one person unconscious before that, and he got too greedy.
That was why he was flustered when Woo Minjeong suddenly said she was going to the bathroom.
He'd thought on his feet, creating a chance to be alone with her by offering to open the door, intending to subdue her.
'Your luck was shitty.'
I was the one who ended up catching him, as I was already suspicious.
He tried to use his ability, got caught, and went to heaven with one strike of the club.
"It doesn't look like she's had a good time, so... we have to take her, right?"
"Since it's come to this, let's hold out inside the convenience store. It'd feel wrong to leave her behind."
"Yeah, ah! And......"
"?"
Hesitating.
Gathering courage while hesitating.
"Thank you... for now, I survived thanks to you."
A difficult expression of gratitude.
Her face flushed, implying she really didn't want to say it but had no choice.
"Even though you did those things to me... I have to be grateful where gratitude is due."
Woo Minjeong had changed.
With the environment turning primitive, manners were being drilled into this modern person.
It's hard for a person to change in just a day, but after getting slapped, her spirit was actually broken.
Her voice had lowered, and her attitude had changed.
She might be pretending to change because the situation was urgent, but she had become calmer.
"It's nothing, really."
Anyway, I accepted the thanks.
Like that, I buried what happened in the bathroom and went back.
......Thwack!
And as soon as I opened the back door to return to the convenience store, an incident occurred.
For a moment, the world shook.
Wait. For a very brief moment, the world tilted slowly.
I almost fell over while carrying the woman on my back.
I gritted my teeth in fury and held onto my fading consciousness.
"...Fortification."
"Gahk?!"
Because it was obvious who had attacked.
The person remaining in this convenience store was all too obvious.
"Fuck, you still haven't come to your senses, huh?"
I put the fallen woman down.
Pressing down on the side of my head where I'd been struck, I checked exactly what I'd been hit with.
Drip... drip...
The convenience store mop.
He'd detached the mop head, not the handle, and used a fixed blade to strike my head.
My counterattack was to use Fortification to stretch the barcode scanner and tie it around his neck.
As I controlled it to tighten firmly, he was dragged up while gagging, and he dropped the mop.
"You know, I was going to finish settling the score, but you're hopeless."
"Gahk, kuck, kuck, kuck!"
"You piece of trash who only cares about your own grievances. You're beyond rehabilitation, so I'll just kill you and end it."
He struggled, saying he was choking to death.
I decided to just kill him.
A bastard who doesn't know how to repent; even if he lived, he'd just keep repeating this shit.
I'd even go through the trouble of putting him in a trash bag and incinerating him myself.
"No, please don't kill me! Please let me down...!"
"Move aside. I was planning to kill you for real this time, anyway."
If she touched me now, I was planning to drag her mother, Woo Minjeong, into it and kill her too.
However, Woo Minjeong didn't just blindly block me; she even knelt and begged desperately.
"I'm sorry, I'll apologize. I'll beg you properly."
"I let you off once. There are no more chances."
"I'll treat you! I'll take care of your injury, I'll do anything, so please...!"
"......."
"Since it's a convenience store, there should be an emergency kit, right?"
I'm getting soft.
Just because we exchanged a few words yesterday and today.
I'm getting soft just because she's showing a slightly different attitude.
Sreureuk...
"Puhuk! ...Haak, haak, haaak!"
I finally released him.
A clear red line remained on Park Jinseok's neck.
As soon as he was released, he drooled onto the floor, and Woo Minjeong immediately rushed around.
She found an old first-aid kit inside the counter.
She found disinfectant and bandages in the toppled display case.
The impact to my brain was significant, but the wound wasn't actually deep.
The skin was split and bleeding a little, so I just needed to disinfect it and apply some ugly gauze.
It was unfortunate that the location was my temple.
Even if the blood clots, a scratch mark might remain.
'Ha... you fucking bastard.'
This part pissed me off.
A wound that would last a lifetime, caused by letting my guard down.
The humiliation of having a wound caused by such vermin.
Grab.
"U, uung?"
Simple treatment doesn't balance the books.
I need to educate him properly one more time.
"Ajumma, I need to let off some steam again."
I told her I wanted to fuck her.
When I told her I wanted to fuck her pussy right now, Park Jinseok, who had been drooling, was startled.
"You, you son of a bitch! If you touch Mom again─"
"Shut up!"
The one who shouted wasn't me.
It was Woo Minjeong, who was being dragged by the wrist by me.
In her eyes was exhaustion.
Lips bitten tight because she couldn't stand the anger.
"Please... just stop doing stupid things and shut up...."
"......Mom?"
She glared at her son with disillusionment.
She poured out her resentment, saying the reason she ended up like this was all because of you.
Come to think of it, after getting hit by me, Woo Minjeong had tried to resolve things rationally somehow.
It was obvious she was trying to appease me and create an opening.
Her immature son kept trampling on those efforts.
He kept showing useless pride and continuing attacks that only provoked me, providing a reason for retaliation.
Woo Minjeong actually turned to my side, saying she understood me.
She must have been so frustrated with the son she had been protecting that she turned away, not wanting to deal with him.
"I'll follow you... but just finish it in the bathroom."
"Fine."
"Ugh?!"
This time, I tied his body up with the barcode scanner wire.
I bound his limbs like before, in case he tried any funny business when I returned.
"Wait here quietly. I'm going to go fuck your mom again."
"......."
"You son of a bitch! You son of a biiiitch!"
Now, that pathetic and desperate scream didn't reach me.
*
"Wait. I'll do it with my mouth...."
When we got to the bathroom, Woo Minjeong suggested it first.
Since she'd changed clothes yesterday, she suggested doing it with her mouth because she didn't want to get them dirty.
Since sex was new to her yesterday, naturally, fellatio was also new.
It sounded fun, so I gladly accepted.
Woo Minjeong moved on her own toward me, sitting on the toilet.
She personally took off my pants, and seeing my erect member, she blushed.
After hesitating a lot, she rubbed my dick, perhaps a skill she'd used on her husband before she died.
Then, she moved from the glans to her mouth.
'Fuck....'
This was a different feeling from eating pussy.
"Haup, haap- Uuut...♥ Really, it's too big...."
The scenery is different.
A woman who carefully sucked my dick.
It felt like I had subjugated a woman to be only mine.
The feeling of turning that arrogant and vicious Woo Minjeong into my exclusive fucktoy.
A sense of superiority welled up as the woman sucked it on her own.
She looked up, carefully caressing it, and every time she stimulated my prostate, I twitched with pleasure.
Even if you talk about the power of science or good maintenance, Woo Minjeong was ultimately in her 40s.
But the more we did it, the prettier she looked.
I guess it's like, as long as I'm turned on, the female's age doesn't really matter.
'In her 40s, she'd still be menstruating, right?'
Besides, she was still of childbearing age.
A state of receiving a man's seed into her body.
"Wait, it's getting bigger...! ......Hm?"
"......."
Recalling that fact turned me on,
"Haat, aaat! I, I said I'd only do it with my mouth─ Ugh?!"
"Ajumma, you're turning me on, I can't help it."
"Don't say things like that! Wait... if we do it again, the smell will get on my clothes... Haang?!"
"Today, I want to lick it directly."
Yesterday, I just shoved my dick in to take her virginity, so I couldn't smell it.
The smell of a 40-year-old woman's pussy as I lifted her skirt and sniffed.
"Really, I really shouldn't...♥"
When I buried my nose in it, a unique, musky scent came from the woman's pussy.
I licked it through her panties and it was salty, and when I touched the texture, it trembled as if it were alive.
The more I sucked and rubbed with my tongue, the wetter it got, very slowly.
"Unghat?! Ung, uung... Wait, there, if you lick there...♥"
Cunnilingus.
It's more fun than I thought.
The reaction of her twitching every time I licked.
Even while saying she didn't want to, the angle of her legs opening, like a clam slowly opening its shell, was lewd.
Ppeok, ppeok, ppeok, ppeok!
"Hoot! Ugh! Haat♥ In the end, in the end, like this again...!"
Before long, the ajumma and I were mixing flesh again.
But it wasn't as coercive as yesterday.
We matched our rhythm and pressed our waists together on the narrow toilet in the bathroom.
The toilet smell was pretty bad when I came in, but because of the flesh-colored violence in front of me, that didn't register.
I focused on fucking her.
I focused on stabbing her pussy, which had become full of moisture from my diligent fucking.
'Has the inside adapted to my size?'
The ajumma's pussy that I used yesterday was easier to fuck a day later.
Every time I thrust with my waist, it swallowed it well, and every time I moved my waist, she made cute sounds like "Uut! Aang♥".
I liked those moans.
I'm soothing the state of being pissed off at Park Jinseok again with his mom, Woo Minjeong.
So I make a proposal.
"Ajumma."
"Haah, haah... don't call me. Just shake your waist...."
"Ajumma, do you want to be my slave?"
"...............What?"
I immediately scouted her.
Asking if she wouldn't become my slave right here.
Jjigeok, jjigeok, jjigeok!
I tried courting her while continuing to shake my waist.