My Mother Became a Beast in Heat (2)
The hunt went more smoothly than I had expected.
Following Uncle Mu-young's lead up the mountain, we soon picked up the trail of a beast.
Tracking it down, he subdued a deer drinking at the water's edge, then slit its throat and opened up the backs of its four legs to drain the blood.
Thanks to Uncle Mu-young's effortless efficiency, the hunt ended before it began, and I had somehow become nothing more than a spectator.
With things wrapping up earlier than expected, I headed back toward camp at a light pace, hoping I might spend the rest of the day resting.
Chattering away about the deer with Uncle Mu-young as we carried it, I found we had arrived at camp before I knew it.
A cauldron hung over the fire, and sacks of ingredients had been unloaded from the carriage — Mother must have been in the middle of preparing a meal.
But Mother was nowhere to be seen.
And when I realized my teacher was missing as well, an inexplicable unease welled up in me. I dropped the deer and broke into a run toward the campsite.
"Young master?!"
The sudden shift in weight made Uncle Mu-young heft the deer again, and he shouted after me in alarm as I bolted — but I had no time to answer him.
"Mother, I'm back!"
I called out for her deliberately loudly.
No answer came.
"Mother?"
She may simply have stepped away for a moment, and yet something told me I had to find her.
"Mother? Where are you?"
I kept calling, as if she might answer if only I asked enough times.
My breathing grew ragged.
I went over to the cauldron.
The ingredients, apart from the meat, had been left half-prepared, as if the work had been abandoned mid-task.
Perhaps she was in the carriage.
But if she were in the carriage, why wouldn't she answer?
On trembling legs, I approached the carriage one step at a time.
"Mother, are you in there?"
My heart wasn't just pounding — it felt ready to burst, the thundering of it loud enough to deafen me.
Something I shouldn't see had to be waiting up ahead, together with my mother.
Strangely, I thought I caught a faint scent of peach and night-blooming flowers in the air.
The moment I grabbed the open carriage door and leaned in to look inside—
"Young master, what is the matter!"
I heard Uncle Mu-young calling after me.
"I can't find Mother or my teacher anywhere!"
"The Cult Leader is with her — surely nothing could have happened to the Madam?"
Ignoring him, I looked into the carriage again, and there they were: my teacher and my mother, together.
Mother was sitting slumped on the floor, and my teacher seemed to be tending to her at her side.
"Mother…?"
Mother turned her head away, refusing to look at me.
Instead, it was my teacher, who had been watching her from beside her, who turned to greet me.
"Oh, you've returned. Back sooner than I expected."
"The hunt finished quickly, thanks to Uncle Mu-young. What's wrong with Mother?"
"Ah, the Madam choked on her own spit in the middle of a conversation, so I was looking after her."
"I… see."
When I stared at my teacher with doubtful eyes—
"Come to think of it, you come back and look for your mother first, without so much as a word of greeting to your teacher?"
He smacked the back of my head, feigning irritation.
"Mother, are you all right?"
She seemed to have finally collected herself. Even seen from behind, I could tell she swallowed hard before turning around — and then she greeted me with a radiant smile.
"W-wewcome back, sweethesrt!"
"Yes, Mother. It was easy, thanks to Uncle Mu-young."
Tears welling in her eyes and her face flushed scarlet, she lent undeniable weight to my teacher's story about choking.
"What a relief. I'll get the meal ready soon, so go help Sir Mu-young, dear."
After a few small coughs she seemed fine, so I went back to help Uncle Mu-young with his work.
The meal was satisfying, and when afternoon came, the day's training began again.
Mother sat on a pile of stones, watching me and my teacher.
I found myself thinking that if Father were here, this might be what our family would have looked like.
My teacher was stricter with me than I'd anticipated, and as I threw my body into meeting his standards, stray thoughts melted away.
By the time I finished the full regimen I was utterly spent — I ate a hasty dinner and fell straight asleep, and when I opened my eyes, it was morning.
I wish days like this could go on forever — the moment that thought crossed my mind, I was startled wide awake.
Because of the strange thing happening to my body, I couldn't even return home.
My teacher — this man — declared outright that he had designs on my mother, and here I was, lulled by a moment's comfort, letting my guard slip?
Only by learning martial arts quickly could I free both Mother and myself from the grasp of this man who dared call himself my teacher, and find my way home.
There was no time. I had to grow stronger as fast as I possibly could.
Uncle Mu-young was run off his feet from early that morning.
The deer I'd brought back yesterday would only last us through breakfast, after all.
I thought I should hurry to help him, then finish the rest of my training.
"Off hunting, are you?"
"Yes, Teacher. I'll be back."
"Let's do away with your morning conditioning today, in fact."
"I... beg your pardon?"
"It occurs to me that if you train while hunting, the efficiency will be far better."
"Then what you mean is…"
"Yes. When you chase your quarry, apply what I have taught you. You are not to simply rely on your physical abilities and take it down that way."
That was a demanding, difficult assignment.
Having lived in the mountains myself, I knew firsthand how sharp the senses of wild animals were.
Even using my physical abilities to their fullest, a kill would be a coin toss — and now I was expected to hunt using techniques I hadn't yet mastered.
If I could pull it off, my martial arts would grow by leaps and bounds, but it was no easy task.
"Understood."
But this was not a situation where I could afford to give up just because something was hard.
Only if I grew stronger quickly could the problem with my body be resolved — and only then could I protect my mother.
In the end, if I wanted to go home, I had to become strong.
"Mu-young. You will follow behind Seyoung, watch whether he resorts to shortcuts, and be prepared to intervene should he fall into danger."
Whenever he dealt with Uncle Mu-young, my teacher became that lofty figure I'd seen on first meeting him.
"By your command!"
Of course, the way Uncle Mu-young prostrated himself at a single word from my teacher made that much obvious enough.
"Oh my, going out hunting, dear?"
"Yes, Mother."
Mother came over, straightened my clothes, and handed me my coat and a satchel.
"Mind your footing at all times, and the mountain weather is fickle — if it turns cold, put this coat on."
"Mother, don't worry. I'm an herb gatherer who grew up in the mountains myself."
"Even so, this is not the mountain we used to live on. There's no harm in being careful. Whew — I only hope all my worrying is for nothing."
"Madam, this is… may I ask what it is?"
"Ah, I had some dried meat left over from the rations I packed just in case. I thought you and Seyoung might grow peckish during your time on the mountain, Sir Mu-young."
"Thank you!"
To Uncle Mu-young, who gave thanks in a voice thick with emotion, Mother entrusted my safety.
"Our Seyoung has done his share of mountain travel, but he is still a young child. Sir Mu-young, please take good care of our Seyoung."
Uncle Mu-young bowed to Mother just as he did to my teacher and repeated her words back to her.
"Yes, Madam! So that no cause for your worry should arise, I, Mu-young, shall attend the young master with utmost devotion!"
"And you mustn't overexert yourself either, Sir Mu-young."
"Very well, then. We shall set out as soon as the young master is ready."
"I'm already ready. Uncle Mu-young, let's go."
Uncle Mu-young and I set off into the mountains, part of our training being to procure food for the rest of our party.
"That boy Seyoung — it seems he likes Mu-young better than me, doesn't it."
"Leave it be. He's a child who needed a father."
"I am that child's father."
"Then you'll simply have to try harder, won't you — if you don't want your son stolen away."
"Hmph. Easier said than done."
Cheon Yuhwa was desperate.
Since yesterday she had tried to smother the flames of lust consuming her body, donned the mask of a mother, and devoted herself to her child.
But once ignited, that lust only seemed to feed on its own flames, and it had long since slipped beyond Cheon Yuhwa's control.
Her body burned so fiercely that she even caught herself waiting, hoping, that Ma Cheonseong would touch her again in the night.
But the heartless Ma Cheonseong had wandered the forest until late into the night, returned, and simply gone to sleep.
So in the small hours of the morning, Cheon Yuhwa woke and began pacing in torment, searching for some way to quench the fire clinging to her skin.
And as it happened, Ma Cheonseong had made himself absent, sending Seyoung off with Mu-young.
Hope blossomed. Perhaps Ma Cheonseong would touch her.
The only person who could extinguish the flame of pleasure that had latched onto her body was Ma Cheonseong, and no one else.
"Madam. Walk with me a while; there is somewhere I must go."
She had been watching for Ma Cheonseong's every move, and his voice calling to her at so unexpected a moment startled her, so her answer came a beat late.
"Wh-what is it you need?"
"Will you come with me?"
Is the moment finally here? Cheon Yuhwa finished checking her appearance in her head — her clothes, even the fresh undergarments she had put on — and answered as she fell into step beside him, before she had even given him her consent.
"Of course, my lord."
Walking with anticipation at her heels, Cheon Yuhwa followed Ma Cheonseong — a small net in his hand — through the forest, until a faint smell of water made her furrow her brow in puzzlement.
"I smell water?"
"That's right. I found it last night when I went into the woods."
So last night, after working me up into such a fever, he was leisurely scouting out a water source. She knew a water source was important, but knowing it did nothing to soften her sudden irritation.
Yet when she laid eyes on the source of that water-scent, hidden away among the trees of the forest, the annoyance that had risen in her heart only moments before melted away like snow.
There, cunningly concealed by the terrain, was a waterfall.
Cheon Yuhwa stood entranced by the beautiful, refreshing sight, and Ma Cheonseong, watching her from the corner of his eye, led her to the rocks beside the falls and arranged a seat for her on a flat boulder.
When Ma Cheonseong abruptly began to undress, the already-tense Cheon Yuhwa questioned why he had laid her own clothes out as a seat for her.
"Wh-why are you suddenly taking off your clothes?"
"I sent you off hunting as part of your training — the boy could come back empty-handed, no?"
"Ah… yes…"
"In case of that, I mean to catch a few fish."
When even his underclothes came off with careless ease, Cheon Yuhwa turned her head away, cheeks burning — but her eyes kept drifting back, again and again, to that powerfully built frame.
Ma Cheonseong waded into the deep water and began to dive, seemingly scouting for fish.
Every time he raised his upper body out of the water, she found herself spellbound by the water droplets running down the hard planes of his muscles, before catching herself, again and again.
"Madam, you look hot. Why not come into the water for a while?"
At yet another of Ma Cheonseong's sudden proposals, Cheon Yuhwa hesitated.
To undress herself in front of him — it seemed a shame beyond bearing.
But on the other hand, her body, set alight by Ma Cheonseong, was feverish enough to scramble her thoughts, and she thought that perhaps this clean, cold water might cool it.
After a moment's deliberation, she resolved to cool her burning body and the lust that tormented her.
"Could you… turn around, please?"
Ma Cheonseong, who never usually listened to a word she said, turned his back without protest, for once.
The soft whisper of fabric sliding over skin rang out distinct and clear, even over the noisy rush of the waterfall, and Cheon Yuhwa's shame only deepened.
Ah, the fresh undergarments I just put on…
But having made up her mind, it was a sacrifice she had no choice but to make.
"Haah, it's so cool."
At the sound of her approach through the splashing water, Ma Cheonseong did not turn around, though he surely knew Cheon Yuhwa was standing behind him.
"You… you can turn around now."
When Ma Cheonseong turned, there stood Yuhwa, pale as white jade, wearing nothing but her undergarments, her face scarlet.
"D-don't stare at me like that…"
Ma Cheonseong drank her in silently, as if in reverence.
"You are beautiful."
Feeling his gaze burning into her, Cheon Yuhwa splashed water at him, trying to blind his view — and so Ma Cheonseong took a face full of it.
"You started it, Madam!"
With a playful grin, Ma Cheonseong began dousing her in return.
Cheon Yuhwa would not be outdone, and the two of them, forgetting their original purpose entirely, spent the time splashing and playing in the water.
Before they knew it, the two of them soaked to the bone began to gaze at each other in silence.
"You are beautiful, Hwamae."
"Your manner of speech — you've changed it again."
"It's strange, but lately when I'm with you, Hwamae, I feel as though I've gone back to who I was in those days."
Her chest-wrap, defeated by their fierce water fight, had begun to slip down — and Cheon Yuhwa made no move to pull it back, letting it fall where it would.
As the nipples hidden beneath the garment came into view, heat rose in Cheon Yuhwa's cheeks.
Though she had borne a child, the nipples there remained proudly pink, as if mocking her blushing face, untouched as a maiden's.
Ma Cheonseong approached as if in a trance and seized her breasts.
Lightning flashed down Cheon Yuhwa's spine.
"Ahhng!"
Confirming her arousal, Ma Cheonseong this time stripped away the undergarment submerged beneath the water.
There, smeared across it, was a liquid of a stickiness entirely different in nature from the mountain water.
"How long has it been like this?"
"…"
"Answer me, Hwamae."
"That… since yesterday…"
Head bowed low in shame, Cheon Yuhwa reached out to take her undergarment back from Ma Cheonseong's hand.
But instead, Ma Cheonseong snatched both her garments from her grasp — the chest-wrap as well — and hurled them far away.
"Ah! My undergarments—!"
As Cheon Yuhwa hurried after them, Ma Cheonseong seized her shoulder and pulled her back against him.
"Focus on me, Cheon Yuhwa."
Her face had never been redder.
Ma Cheonseong's manhood pulsed with heat, asserting its presence, reminding her not to forget it.
And it was nudging insistently against her, as if begging to be let between her thighs.
The two of them stood embracing each other, clothed in nothing at all, bare as nature made them.
Their bodies should have been chilled by the cold mountain water — instead, the two of them blazed hotter still, radiating heat.
"I'm not letting you go today, Hwamae. No matter how you beg."
"…"
Cheon Yuhwa lowering her head, cheeks burning as if in acquiescence, was so endearing he could hardly bear it.
Ma Cheonseong pressed his lips to hers first.
His tongue, slipping past her parted lips, traced her teeth once more, and when her mouth opened as if she had no other choice, he lunged for her tongue like a starving lion.
Cheon Yuhwa met his gaze as she entwined her tongue with his, answering him, and for a long while the two of them explored each other's breath.
All the while, Ma Cheonseong's hands were not idle either, reaching for her breasts and her mound.
In his touch — teasing her nipples, gripping her buttocks — lay a naked lust, as if he meant to savor every inch of her.
And in Ma Cheonseong's embrace, wrapped so tightly it was almost imprisonment, Cheon Yuhwa felt the happiness of being a woman.
When his devouring kiss finally ended, Cheon Yuhwa gasped for breath.
Her mound was already weeping, gushing out its nectar in waves.
Ma Cheonseong's cock, likewise, could hold back no longer — swollen taut and blazing, it throbbed and spilled its own slick essence.
"Out of the water."
"Yes."
Cheeks flushed, the two of them waded ashore and made their way to the great boulder where they had first settled.
There lay the clothes Ma Cheonseong and Cheon Yuhwa had shed — and Cheon Yuhwa's undergarments, thrown by Ma Cheonseong, had landed there with uncanny precision.
At the sight of them, both of them laughed a little, tension melting away — and once it did, everything else proceeded without a moment's delay.
Spreading their clothes wide to make a bed, Cheon Yuhwa lay down upon them, and Ma Cheonseong loomed over her, descending like a beast upon its prey.
Gazing into Yuhwa's eyes from a distance so close their breath mingled, Cheonseong settled himself between her thighs and laid his manhood — swollen past bearing, throbbing — atop her belly.
Its girth rivaled a man's forearm, and its length pressed down upon her womb from above.
Once, it had been the monster that made Yuhwa flee. Now, it was the god she was sworn to worship.
Cheonseong pressed his glans against her entrance, rubbing it there, and warned her quietly.
"From here, there is no turning back. No begging me to stop, no pleading that you cannot take it. I have no intention of showing you mercy."
And Yuhwa played her trump card.
"Come in — come in quickly, please. Seobang-nim."
At that, Cheonseong plunged into her as if he had lost all reason, driving through her to the hilt.
At that overwhelming presence, Yuhwa drew in a sharp breath and began to claw at his back.
She had taken him before — but never had she missed him the way she missed him now.
"Haah, haah."
Licking away the tears streaming down her cheeks as she panted, Cheonseong did not stop his advance.
He kept pushing in, as if he meant to run her through and kill the beautiful goddess before him with his monstrous cock.
Her sheath, which had been gushing nectar, responded to the unexpected invasion by producing more still, striving to dull even a fraction of the pain.
"Haah… you're warm."
"Hahk — nngh!"
Cheonseong paused inside her, gauging her reaction.
Though she struggled a little, she managed a smile for him.
He brushed away the strands of hair clinging to her sweat-damp forehead, then whispered into her ear.
"Now I'll put it all the way in, Hwamae."
Lips pressed tight, she answered even though it was not over yet.
"Come all the way in and conquer me, please. Seobang-nim. I can take it."
Loath to bruise Cheon Yuhwa's lovely lips, Ma Cheonseong sealed them with a kiss as he pressed deeper still.
Only when his glans reached the very end of her channel, met her cervix, and ground against it until her womb itself was lifted — only then did Ma Cheonseong's length sheathe itself to the root inside Cheon Yuhwa.
"Hahk — hahk — aah!"
The overwhelming pain and the pleasure so long suppressed burst through her all at once, and Cheon Yuhwa could not gather her wits.
Ma Cheonseong pressed a kiss to her struggling brow and pronounced the beginning of her punishment.
"I love you, Cheon Yuhwa. Now I'm going to move."
Without waiting for her answer, Ma Cheonseong withdrew the length he had buried to its root, pulling back until only the glans caught at her entrance, then drove in again — beginning the slow rhythm of his claim.
The lewd slapping of flesh began to echo through the valley, and the lovers' cries rose louder still, shaking the forest.
Every time Ma Cheonseong's filling length drove through her, Cheon Yuhwa lost her mind to the motion of him — dragging against every weak point she possessed, one after another.
So this is what it feels like to drown in pleasure.
She didn't know. The lust she had held back for so long wound around her, and a voice she had never known herself capable of — sweet, wanton — came pouring out, crying Ma Cheonseong's name.
And each time it did, Ma Cheonseong spurred his rhythm faster.
Changing position, he lifted her legs, raising her mound toward the heavens, and began to drive down into her.
It was the posture of a beast pinning a female for mating.
"Ahng — Seobang-nim! Seobang-nim! I'm going to — I'm going to come!"
"Hold on just a little — I'm close too!"
"Y-yes, I'll try! I want to come with you, Seobang-nim!"
Watching him drive his hips on, Cheon Yuhwa strained with all her might to hold back her climax — then cried out as his cock swelled within her yet again.
"Seobang-nim! Seobang-nim!"
"Yuhwa! I love you. Yuhwa! I'm coming — now!"
Thrusting his hips forward with all his strength, Cheonseong drove his glans past the channel that had swallowed him to the root, hard against her womb, and began to spend himself inside her.
"Hahng! Ahhng! Hahk!"
Cheon Yuhwa, climaxing in the same instant, clamped down around him as if she would not let a single drop escape, milking his release.
When the long, long finish was over, his seed — filling her womb past capacity and backing up to flood her channel — began trickling down her mound, as if its owner were hardly human at all.
"Aah, no. The baby Seobang-nim gave me — I mustn't spill a single drop. Put it all back inside. I have to conceive."
Perhaps her brain had burned away in the excess of pleasure — Cheon Yuhwa, muttering her strange, endearing logic, began trying to scoop back the seed escaping her channel.
"If it overflows, I'll simply fill you again as much as that takes. Don't you worry, my Yuhwa."
Cheonseong, gazing at her with tenderness, pressed his rekindled manhood forward and made her get down on all fours.
"Before this day is out, I'll put a little brother or sister in Seyoung's belly for you."
Just as Mother had said, I should have been more careful. Climbing the mountain in footwork form, I tripped over uneven ground and went down hard.
According to Uncle Mu-young, it was a matter of stamina.
Blood was running from my knee, and Uncle Mu-young said we should end the hunt here for the day and head down the mountain.
But if we simply turned back like this, it would be a blow to Uncle Mu-young's pride — and to our table tonight besides — so after a little stubborn insistence, I persuaded him to finish the hunt himself while I went down alone.
After parting from Uncle Mu-young and starting my descent, my throat grew dry.
As it happened, I'd spotted a waterfall on the way up, so I figured I could stop there on the way down, quench my thirst, and head back.
As I made my slow descent toward the stream, I thought I heard a familiar voice drifting from somewhere.
"Haahng, Seobang-nim! Haah!"
It sounded like Mother's voice.
Oh, come on. There's no way Mother would make a sound like that.
But then it struck me — Mother's voice from just before we'd arrived at the inn, and the voice I'd heard in my dream at the inn — how similar they were to the voice now drifting up from the direction of the stream.
No way…
There, dashing my hopes entirely, was Mother — clutching a tree trunk, bent forward at the waist — while the man I called my teacher drove his hips against her from behind.
Every time my teacher — no, Ma Cheonseong — rocked his hips, Mother let out moans like a woman at the point of death.
And Ma Cheonseong showed not the slightest sign of stopping; if anything, he drove harder.
Some nameless liquid glistened everywhere, and the scent of night flowers and peaches tangled together, thick enough to sting the nose.
"Aah, Seobang-nim. Please stop now! Please, stop!"
"Didn't I tell you? I said I wouldn't stop today until I'd made Seyoung a sibling."
"I'm already — I must be pregnant already!! Surely I'm pregnant!"
Seobang-nim? She was calling Ma Cheonseong her husband?
The way they spoke to each other had already grown as familiar and unguarded as any long-married couple.
So the two of them were already that kind of relationship.
And my sibling? What did that mean — were the two of them making a child right now?
What the two of them were doing was no longer human intimacy. It was something closer to the mating of animals.
My legs went weak.
"Yuhwa. What are you to me?"
"I'm your female! Your female, Seobang-nim! Your filthy breeding sow!"
What — what was she saying?
My mind swam.
The strength left my legs, and I sank to the ground.
Ma Cheonseong looked back over his shoulder.
"So you've come."
At those words, Mother turned slowly — and her eyes met mine.
"Hahk? Sweetie?! Why are you—?!"
"Forgive us, child. Your mother and your teacher are a little occupied at the moment. We'll talk properly later."
"Mo-Mother… what is this?! You said you loved Father! Was even that a lie?!"
Mother made Ma Cheonseong stop.
"One moment, Seobang-nim. Please, wait. There is something I must say to Seyoung."
And so Ma Cheonseong — still buried inside her — simply turned them both around, so that Mother and I faced each other.
Deprived of the tree she'd been clinging to, Mother set her hands on her knees and, as she had promised me, met my eyes as she spoke.
Stark naked, her skin flushed crimson, teeth marks scattered across her everywhere.
"I-I'm sorry you had to see such an ugly sight, my darling. But there are things you don't yet know. What I am doing now is nothing to be ashamed of before your father. Nng?! S-Seobang-nim?!"
"Forgive me. I couldn't hold back."
"Honestly, I'm in the middle of something important with Seyoung right now — nngh!! F-fine, just give me a moment, please."
The tenderness of it, like a husband and wife simply talking, made my blood boil.
"I'm sorry, Seyoung, but could the important talk wait just a little…? Your mother is a bit busy at the moment. Be a good boy for me, all right? Nnghng!"
Ma Cheonseong, apparently past his limit, began moving his hips again, and Mother planted both arms against the ground to endure the force of him.
At the same time, the scent of night flowers and peaches grew heavier still, and Mother's voice began to sweeten.
"Seyoung — hahng! Quickly! Go back to, nngh! Go back to the carriage!! Be a good boy? Nnghng!"
Even as she sobbed on Ma Cheonseong's cock, she still tried to play the mother to me. That woman…
No — I couldn't call her a woman anymore. That word would be an insult to women.
What was I supposed to call such a person? Could this creature — sobbing, abandoning everything, like a beast — truly still be called human?
Ma Cheonseong knelt behind her now, matching her posture, driving his hips, one hand fastening around her breast and the other around her waist, holding her fixed in place.
The woman begged kisses from the man driving into her to seed her, and the man obliged.
By now, it seemed, I no longer existed in their eyes.
"Yuhwa. What are you to me?"
"Your female! I'm your female! Your faithful female, Seobang-nim — your breeding sow to bear your children!"
Ah. So that is what a female is. A woman of that kind — instinct devouring reason, shaking her hips after pleasure.
Nausea rose in my throat.
I was the son of such a female.
I was ashamed.
Ashamed of myself, for standing witness in that obscene place, watching beasts drunk on pleasure mate.
I ran. I would use every means and method I knew to get as far from them as I could.
Past the campsite, into the deep of the forest, I ran — simply forward, nothing but forward.
I didn't care when the trees and undergrowth tore at me and left their marks.
My heart had already been shredded to ribbons, vomiting blood.
The moon was bright.
Running with all my might beneath it, gazing up at the moon in the sky, I was soon swallowed by a churning wave — and sank, without end, into a bottomless abyss.