Filial Piety (1)
I stood at the front door, gazing at my family.
"What are you doing just standing there?"
I snatched the bag from my little sister Da-yeon's hand and spread its contents out in front of my older sister and mom.
Rustle, rustle.
"What the hell? You bought this much ice cream? Well, better than too little, I guess."
"At least the ice didn't melt. Thank goodness. I was worried something might've happened since you came back so late."
"But where's my coffee?"
They chattered away, each inspecting the bag without so much as glancing at me. I sank into my own thoughts, ignoring their words.
Mom, Kim Chae-eun. Big sis, Jeong Seo-yoon. Little sis, Jeong Da-yeon. All three were stunning even before I'd unlocked their eyes with the app—each with her own irresistible charm. Hell, there'd even been days when their entire faces got censored out. Which made it all the harder to pick who to go for first. No clear answer came to mind.
For a fleeting moment, a doubt surfaced: Should I really be doing this to my own family?
> [Administrator's abnormal reproductive rejection detected.]
> [Adjusting libido levels.]
> [Modifying common sense.]
Thinking back on how much Ju-hee had loved it, wasn't it my duty as the eldest son to share that bliss with my family too?
So who to start with? After agonizing over it for ages, I finally reached a conclusion.
I just couldn't choose.
Couldn't be helped. Picking one meant regretting the others—it was obvious. Taking all three at once felt a bit too hasty. Now that I knew this was real, I wanted to test the app's functions and limits more thoroughly. That meant steady observation of a target, and in this cramped house, no one fit the bill better than family.
Of course, those were just excuses. The real reason was that intense post-nut clarity after my first time.
We spent the day unpacking, and the rural night fell oppressively silent. Even the cicadas outside had quieted in the deep hours. Lying on my bed in the pitch-black room, I stared blankly at the ceiling.
As night deepened, my body started itching again. After some internal debate, I pulled out my device.
The bluish glow of the screen lit up my face in the darkness.
"...Who should I pick this time?"
Like a hunter selecting prey, I licked my lips and tapped the [Nearby Device Scan] button with trembling fingers.
Waves pulsed out like a radar net, and green dots soon popped up on the screen.
[Detected NMC Devices: 3]
Target 1 (Distance: 4m)
Target 2 (Distance: 5m)
Target 3 (Distance: 5.5m)
Our family, sleeping just a thin wall away. Distances were too similar to pinpoint names, but that didn't matter. Hell, it was exactly what I wanted. If I couldn't choose after hours of thought, I'd just let fate decide blindly.
I selected the closest target.
▶ Visual Censorship Settings (Detailed) (Disabled)
▶ Sensory Sensitivity Adjustment (Detailed)
▶ Hormone Forced Secretion Control (Detailed) (Disabled)
▶ Libido Limiter (Detailed)
▶ Thought Alteration & Hypnosis Suggestion (Detailed) (Disabled)
The [Libido Limiter]—clearly inactive during the day—was now lit up. Without a second thought, I selected the new feature.
Libido Slider: [50%]
(Warning: Exceeding 50% may cause risk.)
A list of sliders, just like sensory sensitivity. I picked the top one—libido—and slid it up to 50%. A warning popped up beyond that.
Made sense; even 50% had wrecked Ju-hee. Pushing further would be dangerous.
That electric thrill of forcibly injecting pleasure and lust into some stranger's sleeping brain. Excitement choked my breath.
Ding!
The dry signal confirmed transmission to the target's chip. I shut off the screen and slowly rose from bed.
Stepping into the dark hallway, the muggy air clung, but I had no time for that.
In the living room, I held my breath, waiting. Who'd it be? And how would they react?
How long I sat in that chair...
"...Ah, mmph... Ngh! Haaa...♥"
A faint but crystal-clear sound pierced the heavy silence. Like a beast's whine, or a moan laced with agony—viscous and raw. If the chip were still censoring, it'd register as mere pain. But I knew better now.
That was the sound of a bitch in heat.
No telling who from voice alone. I stood and crept toward the source.
Stopped at the door.
And the room leaking that sound belonged to... Mom, Kim Chae-eun.
Pressing close, the muffled yet desperate lewdness drilled into my ears.
Squelch, squish. Splurt!
Something slick and soaked frictioning a tight gap—obscene. A sound I'd never heard, but instinct recognized instantly: vulgar as hell.
I swallowed dryly and gripped the knob. Eased the old hinges silently open.
Peered through the crack.
"Haa... Ah, aaah! Mmph! Haaaang—♥"
Pale moonlight filtered through the window onto the bed. There lay the benevolent, dignified 'mom' I'd known for over twenty years.
Dad's death, the family's fall—no matter the hardship, she'd always smiled softly for us. That image? Gone.
She'd ripped open her thin silk nightgown down to below her breasts, writhing with a half-mad, bestial expression.
50% libido had devoured her chaste body and mind in one gulp.
"Wh-what... why is this... Ngh, aaah! So weird...♥"
Panicking at the molten heat surging inside—unlike anything in her prim life—she'd instinctively jammed a hand between her thighs.
Her fingers, visible through thin panties, glistened with her own juices. Rubbing her pussy roughly—squelch—the sound leaked out.
Her other hand mauled a breast spilling from the gown, white flesh bulging between brutal fingers. Pink nipple stiff with pleasure, quivering with her gasps.
"Haa, mmph! So hot... Too hot..."
Eyes rolled back, whites gleaming; drool trailed from slack lips, soaking the pillow.
Knees up, legs splayed, forcing two fingers into her tight slit—that filthy, lewd pose. Toes clenched the sweat-and-juice-soaked sheets.
Ju-hee couldn't compare; this reaction was intense. 50% was near-lethal pleasure for a middle-aged woman who'd lived vanilla.
Memories of Chae-eun flashed by. The prim mom, flawless before her kids—now this.
Squelch, squish! Slurp! Sluuuurp!
"Aaah, aaaang—! Aaaah! Gonna go crazyyy♥"
Each plunge filled the room with wet, obscene friction.
I watched the beastly scene through the crack, biding for the perfect moment.
"Huaaang... Mmmph...! Hrnggguh♥"
Her first lifetime climax hit; back arched like a bow. Body spasmed; between her legs, a puddle of thick juices turned the white sheets black and sticky.
Eyes squeezed shut, she rubbed her sweat-and-drool-smeared cheek on the pillow, whimpering.
"Haa... Haaaah... My sooon♥"
That word I'd waited for. I flung the door wide.
Hot, humid air blasted me. I stepped in.
"Mom? You okay? I heard noises from outside... And..."
Feigning a worried son's voice, I approached.
"D-did you call me?"
Chae-eun jolted up from her writhing, startled by my sudden appearance.
But only for a moment. Her crumbled eyes held no rational wariness—just instinct.
"S-Siwoo? Ah, aaah! Don't come... No, please... Mommy's body feels so straaange...♥"
Shame, embarrassment, rejection—all flickered and vanished. Instinct spread her legs wide for me.
Hiding her face in the pillow, she mumbled.
"Help Mommy...♥"
Her voice from beneath was too lewd for a plea—nasal and vulgar.
Suppressing a grin, I climbed onto the bed. The mattress sank, her wet body sliding toward my thigh.
Slowly, I placed a hand on her knee. She shivered—but didn't reject her son's touch.
"Of course."
I whispered low and intimate.
"It's okay, Mom. I'll... I'll help you. So, where does it feel weird? And how should I help?"
"Dunno... Siwoo... My whole body's burning up... Here, this spot keeps itching... Feels so full... Hnngh♥"
She wailed pitifully, pawing her crotch.
Grinning at the sight, I slipped my hand inside her gaping nightgown.