Three Flowers in Both Hands
The mattress was far too small for three bodies to climb onto, and it let out a protesting creak as we did. I placed my hand, slick with cold sweat, on Mother’s pale, bare thigh. The warmth that met my palm was comforting. It lacked the firmness of Hyemi’s, but that very softness only made it feel even more inviting.
“...........”
I stared down at Mother, who now wore the mask, my breath coming in rough gasps. Her voluptuous body was already arranged in a lewd position, fully prepared to welcome a man after so long. Inside that mask, Hyemi’s mother was having her mind rewritten, and she welcomed my touch with open eagerness.
A hole that I could use however I wanted. Just looking at it made my cock throb even hotter. Her slick, meaty entrance was being spread open by her own daughter’s fingers—like a living onahole. The satisfaction of turning one woman into my possession, my personal toy, filled me with greedy pleasure.
Just how far have I changed? Or was I always like this?
It was a question I had asked myself countless times before, and I still couldn’t find an answer. For now, I simply pushed my glans into that steaming, eager pussy, chasing pure pleasure.
“...Ngh, haa...!”
Her cunt swallowed my tip slowly, then kept going without resistance, enveloping my entire length. It wasn’t as tight as her daughter’s, but the warmth and plush softness were every bit as addictive. I had done it. I had shoved my filthy, burning lust into the very place where Hyemi had once been.
Mother’s body, already transforming into a Saintess, was happily greeting its new Master. She never once rejected me. Instead, her hips rolled from side to side, offering me the most obscene welcome imaginable.
“Hey… Woojoo, how is it? Mom’s pussy is still pretty usable, right? Her body’s nice, and the way she feels when you hold her is good too… Do you like her…?”
“.......”
Hyemi asked me to rate her own mother’s body like a rookie chef nervously asking a customer how the food tasted. When our eyes met, I could only stay silent. I already knew there was no point in answering.
Instead of a meaningless reply, I gently cupped the back of her head with one hand.
“...Ah…”
I slowly pulled her closer and pressed our lips together. The moment our mouths met, her soft, fragrant lips parted and a tongue slipped inside. Longer and larger than any normal person’s, it stirred through my mouth and coiled around my own tongue. It moved as if trying to lick up every drop of saliva I had. When it finally withdrew, I found myself staring into Hyemi’s melted, panting face.
“I’m so glad you like her…♡”
She smiled in relief and tucked my arm between her breasts. I forced myself to look away from her and grabbed Mother’s waist with both hands. Without any consideration for the already thoroughly loosened hole, I slammed my hips forward roughly.
Slap. Slap.
The sharp sound of flesh striking flesh echoed through the narrow room of Hyemi’s old studio apartment. Hyemi watched her own mother being violated by her junior from school, cheeks flushed with ecstasy. Mother, as if she had been waiting for this for years, happily accepted the womanly pleasure being carved back into her body.
From between my waist and Mother’s crotch, thick strands of filthy, impure fluids stretched and dripped obscenely.
“Ah, mm… Ahn…♡”
A sweet moan drifted softly into my right ear. When I glanced over, I saw Hyemi staring intently at where Mother and I were joined, her fingers frantically pumping into her own pussy.
“…Come here.”
“Huh? Eek?! W-Woojoo?”
She hadn’t even noticed I had stopped moving. I grabbed the hand she was using to masturbate and pulled her forward. Then I lifted her up and laid her on top of her masked mother—the woman who had become a chrysalis on her way to becoming a Saintess.
Daughter straddling mother. Pussy stacked on top of pussy. A pure white ass hovering right before my eyes. I heard the sound of my molars grinding together so hard they might crack.
“W-Woojoo, what are you—”
Smack—!
“Kyaa?!♡”
I slapped her ass hard as she turned around with a dazed smile. Whether it was my imagination or not, she let out a moan that sounded almost pleased before lowering her head.
I pulled my cock out of Mother and used one hand to spread Hyemi’s reddened ass cheeks apart.
“…I don’t even understand myself anymore. And now I don’t understand you either, Noona. Were you always such a perverted slut? Or did the mask change you?”
Between her spread cheeks, I could see her glistening jade-colored folds, a hole already leaking a bit of honey. I pressed my cock—still slick with her mother’s juices—against that tempting pussy and thrust forward without hesitation.
“…Ahn…♡”
Even though I had pushed in rather roughly, she let out a voice that sounded like it might disappear at any moment. I whispered into her ear.
“Tell me, Noona. Because I don’t know.”
“…I… I’m a perverted slut who would offer up even Mom or my friends if it was for you, Master…♡ So please, please move quickly! You can use me and Mom however you want, so hurry…♡”
Hyemi looked back at me with moist, jade-colored eyes that sparkled, gently shaking her ass where my cock was buried. Once again, there was no need for me to answer. There had never been any need to ask in the first place. Everything in this moment was meaningless.
The only two things that held any meaning were desire and pleasure. So I chose to take them.
“Ooh, ngh, good, so good! Hiiit!♡”
The moment I started slamming into her hard, I slapped her ugly, jiggling ass even harder. The stinging pain I felt in my own palm made her whole body shiver, and her pussy clamped down on me even tighter.
“That’s enough tightening. Move your insides for me. You can do that, can’t you?”
“Y-Yes, yeesss!♡”
At my cold command, the membranes and folds inside her began to writhe. Even the tentacles and bumps deeper within started to service my cock.
“Ahn, ah…!”
When the pleasure had built up enough, I pulled out of Hyemi’s cunt and—
“..........”
Schlurp—
—shoved it straight into Mother’s. The already well-loosened hole easily accepted the shaft soaked in mother and daughter’s mixed love juices.
“Aah, Mom’s so lucky…♡ Woojoo! After you cum inside Mom, you’ll do me next… right?♡”
“…Mother must be very happy. To have such a pretty daughter.”
I mixed half sincerity with sarcasm, placed one hand on Hyemi’s ass, and kept pistoning. The wet, slapping sounds grew louder. My skin was now glistening with love juices—I couldn’t even tell if they belonged to Hyemi or her mother anymore.
No matter how smoothly I moved my hips, the only response was silence from behind the mask. I had grown used to the lack of reaction from masked Saintesses. No matter how hard I thrust, it was like reaching for fruit just beyond my grasp—something I could never truly possess. On the other hand, it meant that no matter how much I filled them, my desire would never be satisfied, granting me endless pleasure.
Again and again, that ever-fresh ecstasy filled me. I drove my cock deep and poured a new life into the very womb where Hyemi had been born.
“..........”
“Ugh, krr…”
I bit down hard on my lower lip, savoring the shuddering thrill as semen rushed up my urethra. Even after I had finished ejaculating, I pulled out my cock, which was still spurting thick white fluid in heavy pulses.
“Ah, what a waste! Haaup…♡”
The moment my cock touched the cold air, Hyemi immediately wrapped her lips around the glans. Without being told, she greedily took my shaft—still filthy with her mother’s pussy juices and cum—into her mouth. I grabbed her head and used her throat to finish the last of my orgasm.
“Pwah… It’s so thick…♡ Isn’t it even thicker than what you gave me earlier today? Hehe… I want to drink a little more of this…”
“Then you should eat what’s left here too. If you finish every drop, I’ll give you even more.”
I pointed at Mother’s pussy, which was still twitching and leaking my cum. Hyemi looked back and forth between me and her mother’s body with a momentarily stunned expression, then broke into a lewd smile.
“…Is that really okay? Then I’ll eat well♡”
She immediately used both hands to spread her mother’s pussy wide and began licking up the semen leaking from the hole.
“Slurp, chuup, chup… Mmm~ It tastes so good with Mom’s and Woojoo’s flavors mixed together!♡ Ehehe…”
The sight of mother and daughter overlapping their mucous membranes on the bed. From that abnormal, taboo-filled depravity, fresh desire welled up inside me once again. My cock had already risen back to full hardness. I placed it against Hyemi’s ass and—
“Huh? Aang?!♡”
—thrust inside without a word, moving my hips to keep the promise of filling her completely. Whether it happened once, twice, or continued forever didn’t matter at all.
“Hm? Jaehyuk, what’s up?”
“Ah, Hyung… Do you happen to know where Woojoo went?”
“Woojoo? No… I ran into him in front of the lecture hall earlier, but I haven’t seen him since. Why, is something wrong?”
“No, it’s just that Woojoo’s mom asked me for a favor… Anyway, thank you! Damn… The guy didn’t even look well, where the hell is he wandering off to?”
I had been eating dinner with my friends when Auntie called. She said Woojoo had been acting strange lately and asked if he was with me. The classic worried-parent call about him not picking up his phone. Because of his wild personality since childhood, Auntie often reached out to me since I was close with him. I thought today would be the same as usual… but something really did feel off this time.
He had been even more irritable than usual. Did a girl reject him? Oh, right—that bastard had a crush on Hyemi Noona. Maybe hearing rumors about her and Taejoon Hyung all day had made him sensitive… I could understand guy problems, but he really shouldn’t make his parents worry like this!
I had already called more than three times. What the hell was Choi Woojoo doing that he was ignoring his phone…?
I sighed and tried calling again.
The phone is turned off. Please leave a message after the tone…
“Seriously?”
Now it was completely off. What the hell am I supposed to do…?
“..........”
…Wouldn’t Hyemi Noona know where this bastard is? She has a wide network and absolutely adores Woojoo. Lucky bastard… Why the hell am I so unlucky with women? Grumbling to myself, I pulled up Hyemi Noona’s number from my contacts.
My finger, which had been about to tap the screen without much thought, suddenly froze at the sound of a voice.
“Excuse me.”
“…Ah, yes? Me?”
“Yes. I’d like to ask you something.”
Standing in front of the bench where I sat were two women. One was a cute, puppy-like girl with black hair and a bright, beautiful smile. The other was a foreigner. She wore a neat shirt and black skirt like a lady from a fantasy novel, but what left the deepest impression was her silver hair that swayed gently in the night breeze.
The Korean woman exchanged a few words in English with the coldly scanning silver-haired woman, then received a photograph from her. What did they just say…? If Woojoo were here, he would have translated it for me.
“Ahaha… It’s nothing serious. We’re looking for someone.”
“Yes, what is it…?”
I had just been complaining about my terrible luck with women, and now two beauties had appeared! Was my chance finally here? I barely managed to suppress the grin spreading across my face and asked the woman in the most polite voice and expression I could muster.
She narrowed her eyes and held the photo out to me.
“Have you seen this person before?”
“.......Yes?”
……
The man in the photo was sitting on the bare ground in what looked like the bar street near our school, smoking a cigarette. In one hand he held something white. It was a picture of Choi Woojoo.