Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Spending Time at Home Before the Interview
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Thanks to the chairman's recommendation letter, I was able to proceed to the Pro Trainer second exam—the interview—without any issues, so I decided to relax at home until then.
'It feels a bit like cheating, but it's still better than failing outright.'
Others passed the written exam fair and square, while I needed a recommendation letter to get through, which felt a little lacking in style. Still, it beat total elimination.
"Congrats, son~ For you, Taeyang, skipping a written test like that is no big deal! What matters is real-world experience and talent, not book smarts❤"
Mom hugged me tightly, sharing my joy over the recommendation. She insisted judging me on a mere written exam was wrong from the start,
and kept cheering me on, fully on my side.
'Mom's really something else.'
In the M World, she didn't feel much like my biological mom anymore—especially now that she was my masochistic female slave.
That made the "mom" label fade even more. Unlike Hye-jeong or Ji-young, who looked at me like I was ridiculous for failing the exam,
Mom had encouraged and comforted me from beginning to end. Seeing that made me think, yeah, she's still Mom after all.
"Thanks to you, Mom, I've got more than enough hands-on experience. Only passing is left now."
"Hee hee hee❤ Hearing you say that makes me so happy❤"
It wasn't entirely wrong. The first one I fucked and trained in the M World was Mom—though Soo-jung Aunt's tits tempted me first,
Mom was the one I fully broke into my female slave.
In other words, she'd been fucked the most by me, and living together, she'd taught me the most about handling females in the M World firsthand.
Saying she contributed the most to me earning my Pro Trainer qualification wasn't an exaggeration.
"Once you get your Pro Trainer cert... will you register me as your slave too?"
"Slave registration? What's that?"
"Hmm... yeah, you might not know. Slave registration is..."
Slave registration was a legal system exclusive to Pro Trainers. It officially registered a training subject as a slave, allowing formal training.
Casual sessions with clients had tons of restrictions, but registration lifted most of them,
enabling even harsher training than what I'd done to Taeyang so far.
One big reason Taeyang needed the Pro Trainer cert was that treating women like female slaves without qualifications,
training them, and keeping them around was legally problematic. But becoming a Pro Trainer and registering them solved it all.
'Who'd have thought there'd be a legal slave system...'
Even in a world full of true masochists, I hadn't expected actual slavery.
Of course, it was worlds apart from the slavery I knew—purely for sexual purposes.
But the fact that you could legally make slaves like this still shocked me.
"Once I'm officially your slave, son, you can train me however you want without any worries❤"
Mom was thrilled at the idea of legally becoming her son's slave.
"Eh... we don't even need that. You're already my female slave, Mom."
Squeeze.
"Haht❤ You're right❤ But official registration means no more police or legal headaches, so it's even better❤"
"Yeah, I guess so."
As I gripped Mom's tit tank, she let out a lewd moan of delight.
Even Pro Trainers rarely registered their own slaves.
True Sadists like Taeyang would, since they could legally make female slaves. But most trainers just did it for money or other gains,
with no reason to register personal slaves.
Sometimes upper-class folks paid big to get registered and trained, but that wasn't the norm.
Taeyang making slaves for such unusual reasons was pretty rare.
"Doesn't matter to me if you're a trainer or not, Taeyang❤ Haht❤... I could never go back to how things were anyway❤"
Mom was completely hooked on me. Any early conflicts over our taboo mother-son bond were long gone.
Hugging me in panties split wide open to expose everything, she looked less like a mom and more like a whore.
"I love you with all my heart, Taeyang❤ In every sense of the word❤"
Unlike the other females, Mom felt a forbidden thrill from the depravity, submitting and obeying me in any situation.
"You love this more than me, don't you?"
Smooth stroke.
"Of course I love this too... but I love you more❤ Even if your cock was just a pinky finger like other guys', Mom would still be trained like this❤"
I showed her my cock, teasing if she loved it more than me. Mom boldly claimed she loved me more than the cock.
"Oh yeah? Let's test that then."
"Huh? W-what test?"
Mom panicked at my unexpected words, but I ignored her and fetched a tiny dildo.
"If you love me more than my cock, masturbate with this pretending it's mine. Climax in front of me, and I'll believe you."
"Y-yeah, of course! I love you more than any cock, so I can do it."
The dildo I handed her was truly pinky-sized. Any normal woman could go hours without climaxing from it.
Gripping it, Mom climbed onto the table, spread her legs, and exposed her lewdly soaked pussy to prove her words.
"Watch Mom prove she's a cumrag pussy that climaxes even on your pinky dick, son. Laugh at me all you want❤"
Desperate to show her love for me over the cock, Mom started thrusting the tiny dildo into her pussy.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch squelch
"Haht❤ Uhht❤ It's so small, but thinking it's your cock feels good❤"
She gripped the end barely, shoving it as deep as possible. Imagining it was mine made her feel it more than expected,
but her pussy, used to my massive cock, barely leaked juice—let alone climax—from something so tiny.
"Guess you don't need this anymore then, Mom?"
Smooth stroke.
"Haht❤ Y-your huge cock, son❤"
She'd claimed the tiny one was my cock, but seeing the real thing made her swallow hard, even more aroused.
"Excuse me, Taeyang❤"
"Hey, Aunt Soo-jin."
While Mom struggled, someone entered our house—Aunt Soo-jin, on service duty today.
"Oh my❤ Having fun without me❤"
Seeing Mom masturbating and my exposed cock, she switched to sow mode instantly, stripping off her dress and kissing my cock as she approached.
Mwah❤ So, what fun game are you playing?
I explained to Aunt Soo-jin, who asked about the situation. She smirked lewdly, gripped my cock, and licked while speaking.
"Hee hee hee❤ I get Soo-jung's point... but I prefer my Master with this huge cock❤"
"B-but... Aunt Soo-jin... haa❤"
Aunt Soo-jin chose my cock without hesitation, slurping it deliciously as she addressed Mom.
"No matter what, a pinky-dick doesn't count as a male anymore❤ Only a stud with a cock like Taeyang's can train me into a sow❤"
"S-still, I love Taeyang himself... haht❤"
Mom wouldn't back down, but watching Aunt Soo-jin suck my cock made her swallow hard.
She leaked more pussy juice than before—not from the dildo, but from my cock and the slutty blowjob.
Her face screamed she wanted my cock, not that tiny toy, right now.
But as a mom who chose me over the cock out of love and maternal instinct, admitting it now would mean her love was fake.
So she agonized, stuck between both worlds.
'Alright... maternal love or masochism?'
I could see which Mom would pick, but wanting to tease her a bit, I watched while grabbing Aunt Soo-jin's head and forcing her down.
"Glurk!?❤❤ Grrrghhh❤"
Suddenly deepthroated, Aunt Soo-jin took it like a pro, servicing without pause.
"I-I could do that too❤... Even deeper❤"
Mom grew more aroused watching my cock and Aunt Soo-jin, not the dildo. She thrust faster,
but bit her lower lip, frustrated and desperate.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
"N-not enough❤... I need cock❤ Your huge cock, son❤"
Masochistic lust won. Mom tossed the dildo aside, shoved Aunt Soo-jin off my cock, straddled me, and impaled her pussy.
"Ooooh❤ Yes, this❤ It reaches places no tiny dildo ever could❤ R-right into my womb❤"
"Hee hee❤ In the end, you chose the cock too, Soo-jung❤"
"Yeah❤ Sorry, Taeyang❤ Mom's just a cock-loving sow❤"
"Knew it, Mom... So shake that pig-huge ass and serve."
"Yes, Master❤"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
Watching Mom choose cock slavery over motherhood, I waited for the interview with this joyful romp—even better than studying.