From Now On, You Need to Satisfy My Desires Instead of Porn

"What?"

What did that mean—Yena wasn't her real daughter?

And her mother claimed she'd never even been with a man?

Thinking back, when I played with Yena at the playground, I never once heard anything about her father. She spent the entire time on the swings bragging about her mom, though.

And pretending to commute to an office job while working as a freelancer? Even dressing up in a full suit. Was all of that a lie? Why? For what purpose?

Questions multiplied like tails on a kite. The irritation from moments ago evaporated instantly, leaving only curiosity about the mother and daughter in its wake.

"Sora. Tell me the details."

The lines of text appearing on my phone screen. The more I read, the more it felt like the thick fog in my brain was lifting.

By the time my rapidly scanning eyes reached the end of the final sentence, every question had been answered. My mind was already painting vivid scenes of Yoon Seol-ah submitting to me.

===

"It's pretty hot again today."

On the walk home after my workout, the blazing sunlight pulled the words from my lips. But that only lasted a moment. I kept moving, focusing instead on replaying yesterday's events.

…

Yesterday, I'd received Yoon Seol-ah's secrets from the AI named Sora and worked with her to build our revenge plan. The day to execute it was right now.

After getting home and steeling myself, I'd make my move before Yena returned from kindergarten.

Ah, I'm already shaking.

Tension made me grip the fruit basket in my hand until my knuckles turned white. I'd bought this for the operation, but maybe going so big was a waste of money.

No. Forget what was already done. I needed to focus on what came next.

How was the plan supposed to go? Take this with me, knock on her door, and…

Tap.

My hurried steps halted. The reason stood a short distance ahead—a woman. And not just any woman. She was beautiful enough to lock my entire body in place.

But what was she doing?

She stood at the entrance, gazing up at the apartment buildings, scanning them one by one. It looked like she was studying the architecture or searching for someone. Suspicious behavior either way.

She was pretty enough to keep drawing my eyes, and I was curious about her situation, but standing here staring like an idiot would just make me look like a creep, right?

I tried to walk past her like I hadn't noticed anything and enter the complex.

Tap tap.

"Huh?"

The feeling of someone tapping my shoulder made me turn without thinking.

"Hi?"

Sunlight caught in her silver bob haircut sparkled like starlight scattered across a snowfield. Her eyes shone even more brilliantly, like jewels, and her perfectly arranged features seemed to spell out the formula for beauty in the simplest possible terms.

It was an unreal beauty, like she'd applied a mod in a 3D game populated only by ugly characters. But what felt even more impossible was the situation itself—this stunning woman greeting me with a bright smile and a little wave.

"Sorry?"

"Hi?"

I stared back, completely bewildered, and she offered the same picture-perfect smile and greeting once more. It didn't clear anything up.

"Um… who are you?"

"Huh?"

Her pretty eyes widened. She must have finally understood my expression.

"You don't know me?"

I don't.

I kept the answer inside while studying her more closely. Flashy designer earrings and a choker. Her short blouse boldly showed off her shoulders and midriff, screaming influencer or social butterfly.

Wow, her body's insanely slim but her chest is huge. Just one touch—I mean, no. Stop.

Those tits were like some kind of hypnosis app. Keep staring and the next thing you know, you'd wake up in a police station.

"Uh… are you a celebrity?"

"No? You seriously don't know me?"

She looked shocked, but there was nothing I could do about it. She seemed to realize that too.

"Aha. Sorry. I must have mistaken you for someone else."

If it was a mistake, why was she smiling like that?

"Excuse me. Do you live in this apartment complex?"

I answered the woman who asked with a full, playful smile.

"Yes. Why?"

"What's it like? Decent place to live?"

"Yeah, it's all right."

"Got it. You can go on your way. I'll be off too!"

She left after that one-sided goodbye, vanishing as suddenly as she'd appeared. I just stood there staring at her back, still clueless about what had happened.

At least the distraction had eased some of the tension I'd felt about the plan ahead.

I can't go in shaking like this. I have to be solid.

With that thought, I got home, changed clothes the moment I walked in, and grabbed my phone.

"Sora."

The reply came after several seconds. There had been a slight delay ever since our first conversation yesterday, though the length varied. Even a high-performance AI from the future had the same quirks as the ones we had now.

"Is Yoon Seol-ah home right now?"

"Good."

I didn't know how long it would take, but I had to finish before Yena came home. The tension that had died down flared up again, but delaying would only hurt me. I steeled myself, picked up the fruit basket, and headed for the target's apartment.

===

"Whew…"

All right. Deep breaths. Stay calm.

Whatever I do, I can't let her see I'm nervous.

Just follow the plan. Stick to the plan.

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

The loud electronic chime rang out when I pressed the doorbell, then silence swallowed everything. I was about to press it again when a voice came from inside.

"Hello! It's Lim Jinhyuk!"

She must ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠have remembered me. After a short sigh, her voice turned icy.

"I wanted to talk about what happened yesterday!"

…

In the silence, my heart pounded so hard I could hear it thundering in my own ears.

Click.

The door finally opened. Yoon Seol-ah stood ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠there with a rigid expression, arms crossed tightly like a fierce mother bird guarding her eggs from a predator.

"…"

"Sorry to bother you, but could we talk inside?"

I forced on my most harmless smile and lifted the fruit basket. The image I was selling: a simple young man who'd come to apologize for yesterday with a gift in hand. She wouldn't slam the door in my face now, right?

Please let me in.

"…Come in for now."

Okay. The opening went smoother than expected. Maybe the oversized basket was worth it after all.

"I can't talk long. Kindergarten lets out earlier than usual today, so I need to pick up Yena soon."

"It won't take long. I'll just set this down here."

"Why did you bring fruit?"

"You sent me a fruit basket to thank me for watching Yena last time. I wanted to return the favor… haha."

"…Since you brought it, Yena and I will enjoy it. So what did you want to talk about?"

She said she'd enjoy it, but her hostility hadn't softened one bit. I'd picked the gift pretty carefully, too. At least it had gotten me safely inside the house. I'd take that as a win.

"After I got home yesterday, I thought about it and realized I must have made you pretty uncomfortable in a lot of ways."

"You only realized that after going home and thinking it over?"

She really had a talent for saying things in the prettiest, most infuriating way possible.

"Anyway, I'm glad you realized. You didn't want the neighbors finding out, right?"

Stay calm. Stay calm. If I follow the plan, I can make her pay however I want.

"Yeah, I guess…? But you seem to really hate adult content. Especially with your involvement in that Mother's Monitoring Group. It's because of Yena, isn't it?"

"That's part of it, but not everything. Like I said before, I just dislike that sort of thing."

Yoon Seol-ah uncrossed her arms and planted her hands on her hips.

"Sexual activity is meant to create a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠child with someone you love. Watching dirty stuff just to pleasure yourself is no different from being a beast. Those people follow their instincts instead of reason, exactly like animals."

"Uh… I don't know. Since it's an instinct, maybe it needs to be relieved once in a while?"

"If you're a person and not an animal, you suppress those instincts with reason. I live perfectly fine without any such desires, so I don't understand what could possibly be so hard to endure."

As expected, this woman was impossible to reason with. The type that wanted to censor anything erotic on sight. Typical.

"Whatever. Just give me a clear answer about the request I made yesterday. Will you keep your distance from Yena or not?"

Had I misremembered? Pretty sure it had been a threat, not a request. Not that it mattered. What I was about to do wasn't all that different anyway.

When words failed, the only way to teach a woman was through her body.

"Now that I think about it, you're not heading to the office today?"

"Office? Ah… um, today is a company holiday."

"Not because you don't actually have a company to go to?"

"Excuse me?"

"Lying won't help. I already know everything."

"That's not—"

"You don't work at a company. I know you draw emoticons and sell them from home."

"What are you suddenly talking about? If you're going to spout nonsense, leave."

Her voice trembled faintly even as she fought to stay composed. I was nervous too, but I kept my expression confident, exactly as planned.

"Yena also…"

"Y-yes, what about Yena?"

"Yena isn't your biological daughter either."

"What are you…! Stop talking nonsense and get out of my house. We're done here."

"…"

"You're not leaving? If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police."

The moment Yena's name came up, her reaction turned explosive. Yoon Seol-ah glared at me with narrowed eyes, but those pupils were shaking violently.

"Did I say something wrong?"

"This…! If you're not going to leave, do whatever you want. I'll call the police immediately!"

Sensing the situation turning dangerous, she snatched up her phone in a hurry. But her fierce expression quickly drained to ash.

"Huh? What… why isn't it turning on?"

"Is something wrong? Did it break?"

"Why is this happening?!"

Unfortunately for her, Sora had hacked her phone a long time ago.

"You should have upgraded sooner. Using the same phone for six years does that."

"What…?"

Yoon Seol-ah's trembling gaze locked onto me. Her eyes asked how I could possibly know about both her daughter and her phone.

Of course, this wasn't question-and-answer time, so I had no obligation to answer kindly.

"Who the hell are you? Get out right now. Yena is my daughter, so stop spouting nonsense and get the hell out of my house!"

"I said she isn't your biological daughter. I never said she wasn't your daughter."

"Just get out! And take this with you!"

She grabbed the fruit basket from the living room table and shoved it toward me. One more push and she looked ready to hurl it.

I nearly flinched, but I pointed at the basket while keeping my voice as calm as possible.

"There's something important inside. Why don't you take a look?"

"I-important?"

Her shaking hand rummaged through the fruit. What she pulled out was a folded sheet of A4 paper. The moment she opened it, her eyes flooded with horror.

"Huh? W-why is this…!"

Time to explain the story of the mother and daughter that Sora had told me.

In truth, Yoon Seol-ah and Yena shared not a single drop of blood. Back when Yoon Seol-ah was still a college student, she had found newborn Yena abandoned on the ground in a dark alley. She decided to raise the baby herself.

Normally, a college student without stable income couldn't adopt a child. The system made it nearly impossible. But Yoon Seol-ah refused to give up. She dropped out of school, studied for certifications, and worked every job she could find. After a year of desperate effort, she obtained legal status as Yena's foster guardian.

She continued raising Yena while working tirelessly. Her dedication and the quality of care were recognized, and after five more years she finally met all the requirements for legal adoption. Recently, she had become Yena's official mother.

It was the perfect example of a child born from the heart—a heartwarming story.

So why was this Yoon Seol-ah's weakness?

Legally, no one twenty-five or younger could obtain foster guardian qualifications. So how had Yoon Seol-ah, a sophomore in college, managed it in a single year?

The answer was in the paper she now held.

"How did you get this…?!"

"No matter how much you pitied Yena and wanted to raise her, forging qualifications is illegal. That's fraud."

Just as I'd said, she had obtained her foster guardian status through illegal means. The paper contained a compilation of secret messages she'd exchanged with the director of the foster support center years ago. Every word of her request and the director's reluctant acceptance was there in black and white.

"There are more inside. Keep looking."

"…Ahh."

The hand that found several additional sheets trembled like leaves in a storm. They were copies of documents even the original parties would struggle to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠locate—submission forms, appeal letters, adoption applications, and approval notices. No wonder she was shaking. My partner AI had hacked the files and I'd printed them on our home printer.

Since she'd thrown the first punch, I decided to throw one back. It would look more confident.

"I have some connections. I asked yesterday and they delivered immediately."

"You… what the hell kind of person are you? Why are you doing this to me…?"

If the truth about her illegal guardian qualification came out, she wouldn't escape punishment. In the worst case, she'd be separated from the daughter she loved.

Using that as leverage to blackmail her was the plan Sora and I had built together.

Too cruel? No need to worry. I was only saying this to scare her. I'd never actually expose the evidence. I didn't want innocent Yena to suffer either.

I was simply punishing Yoon Seol-ah for treating me like a criminal. In the end, she'd gain a secret, pleasurable new hobby.

…Okay. Everything had gone smoothly so far. Time to keep the momentum.

"I actually came here to talk about this. You knew forging documents was illegal when you did it, right?"

"…Yes. But I had no choice if I wanted to take Yena in."

"Still, breaking the law is—"

I let the words hang. An urgent voice cut in.

"She was abandoned right after birth by parents who weren't even human. What if she gets adopted again and falls into the hands of terrible people? A little child like that is too pitiful!"

"It is pitiful. But the law still has to be followed. What do you think will happen if I report this with the evidence I have?"

The air around Yoon Seol-ah froze solid.

"What? D-don't be ridiculous. If you do something like that—"

"Oh, and reporting it to the police yourself first won't help. I have connections there too."

I wasn't sure even Sora could interfere with actual law enforcement, but what I needed now was pure bluff and overwhelming confidence. I had to plant terror so deep she couldn't even measure how dangerous I was.

"If you want to add a false accusation charge on top of document forgery, go right ahead."

…

Please… please take the bait…!

"…What do you want?"

It worked! She actually bought it?

Honestly, I'd had doubts whether it would succeed, but now I could trust Sora completely. The relief must have shown, because my forced shameless expression finally felt natural.

"Hm? I didn't quite catch that."

"You wouldn't be doing this unless you wanted something. Is it money? Or… what the hell… d-don't tell me…"

Yoon Seol-ah took a step back without finishing her sentence. Her previously tense shoulders had completely collapsed. She'd roughly guessed what I wanted.

"You're not completely clueless after all."

"…You perverted bastard. Is my body really what you want?"

Instead of answering, I let my gaze drift over her body.

Since she was home alone, she wasn't wearing a bra. Only a thin cotton t-shirt covered her enormous breasts. The full curve stood out clearly, and the peaks at both ends poked against the fabric.

A body so lewd it needed no decoration whatsoever. From the moment I'd stepped into this house, I'd been dying to touch those obscene mounds of flesh. Now the moment I no longer had to hold back was right in front of me.

"You don't want to be separated from Yena, do you?"

"How can you even ask that…"

"To be honest, I have zero interest in tormenting you and your daughter. I'd rather spend that time watching porn and taking care of myself."

"…"

"But some woman I barely know tells me to quit watching porn? She even treats a perfectly normal guy like a potential criminal? So…"

Yoon Seol-ah stayed silent, eyes fixed on the floor. I looked at her with deep satisfaction and continued.

"From now on, instead of porn, you need to satisfy my desires."