Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Someone Else's House, My House (2)
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Evening came, and I was assigned the largest and most luxurious room among the guest rooms of the Yoo family.
The old servant guiding me no longer looked at me with wary eyes. Instead, he treated me with utmost courtesy, as if serving a precious guest.
‘Things worked out easily. If that strict old man had shown up, it would’ve been quite the ordeal.’
Even though it was a doll, how many sons would pass up the chance to speak with their mother?
On the way back to the room.
I crossed the family garden, brimming with Eastern charm, with Yoo Yeojeong at my side.
A bright full moon shone down on the serene pond. Well-trimmed pine trees, bizarre rocks, and the gentle trickle of a small stream between them soothed the mind. Faint chimes carried from afar, enhancing the tranquil night air.
I paused to take in the beautiful scenery before speaking to her.
“Nice house.”
“Of course it is.”
She still spoke in that prickly tone.
Her memories had been tampered with—she saw me as her shameless ex-husband who’d tried to rape her daughter—so it was only natural.
“This place was cultivated over a lifetime by my father.”
Pride in her home seeped through her voice, even amid the chill.
As if reminiscing, she continued.
“Over the years, you never set foot in this garden. You came as a son-in-law but never earned Father’s approval until the end.”
“Was that so?”
The version of her ex-husband embedded in her altered memories was just as pathetic as expected.
Playing the part, I flashed a sly grin.
“Then it worked out perfectly. Thanks to that, here I am, consummating our marriage alone with you in such a fine room.”
“C-Consummate?! W-What insolence…!”
The blunt word “consummation” turned her face beet red. Just as she opened her mouth to yell,
I swiftly clamped my hand over her lips.
“Shh. Keep it down.”
I whispered into her ear like a serpent.
“You’re not exactly in a position to make a racket. Unless you want me to fuck you right here—make you whimper and wail like a bitch in heat—and let your precious little daughter get a front-row view from wherever she’s hiding?”
“Mmph, mmph…!”
“Your choice.”
Her eyes quaked with terror at my threat.
In the end, she bowed her head limply, surrendering everything.
“Haa… haa… I-I’m sorry… I won’t… do it again…”
Her voice quivered faintly with resignation and humiliation.
“Behave yourself, and I’ll let you spend some quality time with your darling daughter now and then.”
“Yes… I understand…”
She murmured in a voice that crawled.
Satisfied, I smiled and lightly caressed her cheek.
“Then how about we change and hit the hot spring? They’ve got a nice open-air one. Looks perfect.”
“Ugh… yes…”
She bit her lip in humiliation but didn’t dare refuse.
Mixed bathing.
The thought of slipping naked into the same tub with her brought a grin to my face.
We returned to the room and changed.
Soon, we stood completely bare, without a stitch on.
Her body was perfection itself.
Far more voluptuous and seductive than Yoo Seolhyeon’s—a fully ripened woman’s form.
Breasts so taut it was hard to believe she’d borne a child, a nipped-in waist, flaring hips. Delicious from any angle.
My body facing hers held its own.
Solid muscles forged by countless skills, no flab, broad frame. And hanging below, my savage clone rearing to go.
As if we’d been a matched pair since time immemorial.
Our ages differed slightly, but we looked the perfect couple.
Before entering the bath, we headed to the washing area.
A steamy space redolent with the hot spring’s subtle aroma.
I stood before her and seized her plump breasts with wet hands. My fingers toyed lightly with her dark brown nipples.
“Hng…!”
Her body jolted.
I murmured low into her ear.
“Wash my body.”
“…Yes.”
Her face twisted with deep hatred and humiliation.
Yet she moved like a devoted wife of long standing, scrubbing my body with meticulous care.
Her small hands worked up soft soap suds, gliding tenderly over my broad back, shoulders, firm chest.
So soft, so ticklish—I closed my eyes without thinking.
“Be thorough.”
“Yes… I know…”
She choked down her humiliation, cleaning every inch.
At last, her trembling hand drifted to my blazing clone.
She hesitated a moment, then squeezed her eyes shut, wrapped it gently, and lathered it with suds.
Her dainty, soft fingers worked meticulously from root to glans tip.
Tracing each bulging vein, stroking upward softly; caressing the sensitive head with exquisite care, as if it might bruise.
Unavoidable awe and admiration tinged her touch.
Facing the overwhelming emblem of the male who’d conquered her, her pride shattered—only primal female instinct remained, wholly absorbed in the task.
Her devoted ministrations made my clone swell hotter, harder.
“A-All… done…”
I smiled at her faint voice.
“Good job. Now I’ll wash you.”
“N-No! You don’t need to… haa…!”
As my hand reached for her, she recoiled like she’d been scalded. I caught her arm, pinning her in place.
“What’s wrong? Don’t married couples wash each other?”
I stroked her wet cheek softly and asked in a low voice.
“Where do you want it? Anywhere you like.”
“…”
“Tell me. Where?”
Under my relentless prodding, she hung her head and whispered in defeat.
“H-Here… my breasts… and… my pussy… please wash them…”
Her voice shook with humiliation, shame, and a hint of helpless anticipation.
The old her never would’ve yielded like this.
She’d have slapped me or glared with venom.
But now.
Her body, conditioned by endless sex, was a different creature.
The switch flipped, and she forgot the false memories I’d implanted—even the lecherous ex who’d lusted after her daughter.
“Good. Suds it is.”
I filled my palm with soft bubbles and cupped her full breasts first.
Her cold-stiffened nipples twitched at the warm suds and touch. I pinched and twisted the tips lightly, gauging her response.
“Hnng…! Haa…!”
Aroused moans slipped out.
Not satisfied, I circled my whole palm over her breasts. Suds glided on her pale skin, easing friction, heightening bliss.
My hand trailed her slim waist, down her belly, to her deepest secret.
A smooth, hairless mound.
I stroked the soft labial rise with bubbles.
“Ah, hnng…! Haaang…!”
Her thighs parted on instinct.
I slid a finger in, parting her slick lips, seeking the hidden pearl—her clit—and rubbed it steadily.
“Haa, haa…! W-Wait, you…! Nng, too much…! G-Gonna… cum…!”
Her body bowed like a drawn bow.
Once her arousal peaked, I guided her into the steaming open-air bath.
“Haaa, haa, nng…”
Hot spring water enveloped our fevered bodies soothingly.
I propped her against the stone wall and faced her. Underwater, I resumed ravishing her form.
Her skin, slicker and keener from the water.
The waves made my caresses even more sensual.
Underwater, I spread her thighs and notched my rigid clone at her dripping entrance.
Hot spring met hotter flesh in union.
Splash—!
A muffled thud echoed as my clone drove deep inside her.
Her scream dissolved into the steam.
Splash—! Splash—!
Water dulled the sounds, but the sensations were sharper, more intense.
The warm water lubed the way, letting me plunge unhindered to her core. Her walls clung softer, fiercer than ever.
“Aaah, haang…! Nng, hng! Hikk, so… hot…! Your cock, burning hot…! Hng, my insides… melting…!”
Back to the wall, she clutched my shoulders desperately.
I gripped her waist and hammered harder.
Splash, splash, slosh.
Waves crashed in rhythm. The misty bath echoed with ragged breaths and sloppy splashes.
I hoisted one leg over my shoulder.
Deeper strokes now—my glans battering her cervix bluntly.
“Hnng, y-you, not there…! Nng, too… deep…!”
“Still not used to it? After pounding your womb daily?”
“Haa, d-don’t… know…! Feels… weird…!”
Her body arched, spasming wildly.
Clear squirt hazed faintly underwater.
I didn’t relent.
As she writhed in aftershocks, I drove her relentlessly to the next crest.
Once, twice, thrice.
I lost count of her orgasms. Her mind blackened; instinct alone wailed, clinging to me.
At last, climax surged through me.
“Yoo Yeojeong…! Cumming…! Flooding your womb…!”
“Y-Yes…! Give it to me… haaak…!”
My roar unleashed torrents of hot seed deep into her womb.
Spurt! Spurt!
In the warm bath, my fiercer essence filled her.
Her pale belly swelled faintly.
Panting hard, I whispered to her limp form in my arms.
Her hazy eyes gazed up, still lost in bliss.
“Haa, haa… Yeojeong. Boy or girl for our next one?”
A flicker of hatred ghosted her dilated pupils.
“In your… dreams, you bastard…! Why would I bear… your child…!”
She spat defiance like old times.
But the venom was gone.
A feeble last stand of crumbling pride.
I knew her barriers were eroding.
Her mind yielding, bit by bit, to the flesh’s rapture.
She was irresistible like this.
I claimed her lips again, deep and thorough.
“Mmph… slurp, smack…”
That was when.
A rustle from the changing room behind.
I broke the kiss, glaring sharply.
Nothing there.
‘Misheard.’
Dismissing my over-sensitivity, I dove back into Yoo Yeojeong’s lips. Resistance gone, she met my kiss, tongues entwining.
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