Chapter 23
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Filial Piety Sex
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Hilglance. Hilglance.
Family dinner time.
But I couldn't tell if the spoon was going into my mouth or my nostril.
The table was laden with a feast fit for a king.
Perfectly grilled eel.
Spicy-sweet chives salad.
All sorts of wrap veggies and side dishes.
But my eyes weren't on the food—they were elsewhere.
They kept drifting.
To the two women sitting on either side of me.
Mom and my little sister.
To their naked bodies.
"Oppa, have the tail here."
Ye-na picked up an eel tail with her chopsticks and placed it in my rice bowl.
A plump, springy eel tail.
Yeah.
They say eel tails are great for stamina, right?
A little sister looking after her big brother's virility.
How touching is this sibling bond?
Thanks, Ye-na.
Your brother here's not usually the teary type, but damn if it doesn't bring tears to my eyes.
"Son, I made some chive salad too~ Eat up."
Mom scooped up some chives and fed them straight into my mouth.
Crunchy.
Mmm.
Chives have been called "yang-raising grass" since ancient times, used as an aphrodisiac.
A herb that stirs the vital energies.
Thanks, Mom.
That motherly love, fanning your son's flames.
It's enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Though these tears feel more like pre-cum.
...
Damn it.
I'm about to burst.
Not my dick—my sanity.
I'm barely holding it together, but it's no use.
Mom and my sister, buck naked, eating on either side of me.
Is this even a real situation?
Mom ladles some soup.
Slosh.
Her breasts jiggle.
Ye-na takes a sip of water.
Gulp.
Her throat moves, and her perky tits rise with it.
A symphony of flesh tones.
I'm losing my mind.
The rice feels like sand grains.
Truth be told, the food tastes great.
My eyes are feasting too much, overloading my brain.
I shove rice in mechanically when Ye-na speaks up.
"Oppa, but are you still gonna keep going to school?"
Chew chew.
"School?"
"Yeah. You're a Royal Jelly now, right? So do you really need to graduate...? Plus, it'd be nice if you came home..."
Ye-na said it while wrapping and eating some ssam.
Her cheeks puffed out.
Adorable.
Hmm, fair point.
I hadn't ignored the thought.
Royal Jelly.
Five million won pension every month.
Plus whatever my semen sells for separately.
My account already has over a hundred million.
If this keeps up, I could live off it forever.
So why bother with school?
To get a job?
I'm not planning to job-hunt just because I finish school.
A big corp?
Daemul Corporation already scouted me.
And from a position of power, no less.
Maybe I should drop out?
If I have any attachment to school...
Sunbae Lee Ha-na or Yu-jin, maybe?
But I already have their contacts.
We can meet outside school.
Outside might even be freer.
Easier to fuck, too.
"I'll think about it. What about you, Ye-na? You sticking with Hwick University?"
"Yeah. But I can't stay in the Harvesting Department anymore. The school said they'll transfer me to another major."
"Transfer?"
"If a family member becomes a Royal Jelly, you lose eligibility as a Harvester. But they send you to Management or something like that instead. Scholarship stays the same."
I see.
Makes sense—some students lose their virginity while in school.
Or cases like mine, where family turns Royal Jelly.
They've got the system dialed in.
Even without Harvesting, it's a top school anyway, so good for her.
No harm in getting that diploma.
Plus, if Ye-na dropped out and became a NEET...
She'd be home waiting for me every day.
That'd be terrifying.
We chatted about this and that, and before I knew it, the plates were emptying.
Almost done eating.
Which meant that time was approaching.
Tension crept back in.
Back into where I came from.
Humanity's primal urge to return to the source.
Taboo thrill and excitement swirling in my head.
I glanced sideways at Mom's nude form.
Elasticity you wouldn't believe on a woman in her forties.
Curves in all the right places, in and out.
A slender waistline.
Flared into wide, voluptuous hips below.
Perfect for natural birth.
The mighty hips that birthed me and Ye-na in just an hour.
Her ass was plump, breasts full.
Slight sag from gravity, but that made it sexier.
The majesty of natural aging.
Nipples a deep pink.
Seasoned yet dripping with allure.
'Fuck, she's hot...'
I looked to the other side.
My naked little sister.
Different charms from Mom.
Slender overall, but those tits made a statement.
Beautiful shape.
Like an overturned rice bowl, perky and proud.
Skin flawless white, no blemishes.
Snow White vibes.
Thighs firm and toned.
From Hwick practicals? Or just youth's privilege?
Ye-na's eyes met mine.
Her gaze dropped under the table.
Ye-na, Ye-na.
What're you staring at mid-meal...?
Not that I can talk.
"Ah, Oppa's dick is hard."
So casual, like saying, "Ah, Oppa finished his rice."
"...Yeah. It is."
No point denying it.
Couldn't hide it anyway.
It's already pitching the tablecloth like a tent.
"Oppa is just so amazing, you know?"
Ye-na propped her chin, staring right at me.
"What is?"
"Other guys get sick of it... Say their dicks hurt from overdoing it, wear guards to protect them. But Oppa goes at it so hard."
Damn.
Those bulging crotches on the street.
I thought they were hung or studs.
Protectors, huh.
That precious?
'Anyway... "goes at it hard"?'
Her words made me inwardly flinch.
I knew guys in this world weren't proactive about sex.
The service system screams "stimulate the men."
Free handjobs on the street.
Titty flashes at school gates.
Even then, they barely get it up.
Men ejaculate out of duty, for money—not desire.
It's labor.
Grueling manual labor.
Every damn day.
No wonder it's not fun.
Me, though...
'Sex sex.'
That's all in my head.
I get hard purely for pussy.
Money?
Nice bonus.
But pleasure's priority one.
I wanna thrust.
I wanna cum.
A rare mutant here.
Freak of nature.
Avatar of lust.
Yeah. Sex.
"Oppa, you don't have to work that hard as the breadwinner."
Ye-na pats my shoulder like a proud sis.
Breadwinner?
She thinks I'm busting ass for the family.
Nope.
Just wanna fuck you and Mom.
"Sex?"
"Huh? What?"
Shit.
Thought slipped out loud.
"Ah, nothing. I'm fine. Don't worry. I'm the breadwinner, after all."
Quick cover.
Luckily, she missed it.
"Hee hee, son grew up, huh? Calling himself the breadwinner now?"
Mom smiles warmly.
...Naked.
Breasts jiggling.
Mom, please.
Don't smile like that.
It makes you hotter.
"No way, Mom! Oppa's always been big! His dick is huge? Balls super heavy too!"
Ye-na jumps in.
Beaming as she brags about my cock.
"Oh my. Really?"
"Yeah! I touched it—one hand can't even wrap around! And when he cums, it gushes like crazy! Filled a whole basin!"
Sis.
Thanks for the glowing review.
But maybe don't brag to Mom...
Even in an open family, briefing Mom on bro's dick size and load is a bit much, no?
Mom's reaction steals the show, though.
"Can't wait. Take good care of me tonight, son~"
Her eyes crinkle into half-moons.
Then a hand slips under the table.
Mom's fingers trail my thigh.
Inward.
Deeper.
Presses firm on my swollen tent.
"Ngh..."
"Oh wow, it really is. Like a rock."
Normal moms stroke your head.
Ours strokes dick.
Family love?
"Alright, dinner's done—let's go!"
Ye-na stands, grabbing my hand.
Mom rises too.
Two nudes lead me to the master bedroom.
Door swings open.
Familiar master bedroom.
Wardrobe, vanity, king-size bed.
But.
'...What's that?'
Something unfamiliar by the bed.
A machine I recognize.
Transparent cylinder.
Complex gauges.
Elongated dildo-shaped suction tube.
"...S-Save Extractor?"
"Yup!"
Ye-na strides over confidently.
"Why's this here?"
She answers casually.
"Arrived the other day? Addressed to Oppa."
"Me?"
"Yeah. You didn't update your address, right? Royal Jelly perks ship to registered home, which is still here."
Oh.
Right.
Family registry lists the house.
Meant to change to my place but kept putting it off.
Who knew it'd deliver state aid here.
An extractor, no less.
Welfare's top-tier.
"But Ye-na, didn't you say you skipped S-Save? Can you even use this?"
She grins at Mom.
"Hee hee. Knew you'd ask—got it done with Mom yesterday!"
"...Huh?"
"Mom said we gotta invest now that you're Royal Jelly. Went to the clinic right away."
'Fuck, it only takes a day?'
Come to think of it, Seol-ah upped her capacity in days.
Slap on electrodes, "All done~"
Same here, apparently.
Yesterday, they held hands to the clinic...
Mom and daughter: "Here for S-Save."
Doc: "Lie down." Click.
Fuck.
Overpowered tech.
Hail yeah.
Praise semen medicine.
Which means.
Tonight: Ye-na's womb-bloating show.
Last time, external finish into a basin.
Now: creampie paradise.
Plus.
Mom's bloated womb too.
I pictured it.
Mom and daughter.
Both bellies swollen tight with my seed.
Lying side by side.
One my mom.
One my sister.
Family filled with my cum.
-Splurt!
My dick made a sound.
Not hearing things.
That's its roar.
Yeah yeah, dick.
You're excited too.
Just like your owner, total trash.
But what can ya do.
We crossed the Rubicon.
While dick-talking, Mom snuck behind for a backhug.
Soft press against my back.
Squish.
Her full tits squash into me.
Warm.
"Son... ready?"
Her breath tickles my nape.
Whisper sticky in my ear.
'Whew... calm down. Wanna slam in, but...'
No matter how horny, can't go savage rapist on Mom.
Build the mood.
Slow.
Savor it.
"Yeah. Ready."
She releases me, climbs onto the bed.
Ye-na too.
King bed looks small.
They lie side by side.
And...
Spread!
In sync, legs wide.
Spectacle.
Art.
Louvre-worthy masterpiece.
[Mother-Daughter Full Split View].
Two pussies on display.
One lightly furred, deep pink mature slit.
Seasoned cave of mystery.
The other fluffy peach fuzz, pale pink newbie.
Freshly opened, tight and tender-looking.
Mom beckons.
Ye-na winks.
"Me first, Oppa!"
"Come here, son~"
'Fuck.'
Reason snapped.
Can't hold back.
Pants off.
Thwack.
Dick salutes the air.
Hoo...
Ready, dick?
Punchline slayed.
"Oh my!"
"Whoa!"
Two gasps.
Who am I?
Jeong Do-hun, 21st-century Confucian boy.
Confucius prized filial piety above all.
Yeah.
Making Mom happy? That's filial duty.
-Charge!
Dove straight onto the bed.
Into my loving family's embrace.
Tonight.
Not uprooting this house's pillar.
Filling it with mine.
With semen.
To overflowing.