I Offer My Virginity to Master and Become His Pregnant Cum-Addicted Bitch

Ayoung had been watching as I hypnotized Seoyeon.

Hmm... this might be a bit risky?

There was that achievement for 100% obedience, but I couldn't trust it. History was full of loyal retainers who betrayed their lords. 100% could drop back to 1% in an instant.

I couldn't risk betrayal, so ignoring the warning about mild brain damage, I hit Ayoung with the keyword and planted new suggestions.

"Raging Violin. All suggestions on you are now released. You'll keep all your memories, but forget everything you've seen or heard about hypnosis. Remember your slave's oath vividly and never forget: You're my faithful slave.

"You can't disobey my words. Snap your fingers with Seoyeon, and you'll remember the suggestions and snap back to normal."

I snapped my fingers, and life returned to their eyes.

"You fucking pervert bastard."

Her mouth freed, Seoyeon unleashed a torrent of abuse.

"Huh? My mouth's moving? My body's moving too... Cough, my throat hurts so much..."

"You can't talk to Master like that, Seoyeon." Worried her daughter might choke, Ayoung clamped a hand over her mouth. Seoyeon started thrashing.

"Mmph! Mom, what the hell? Get a grip! Mmmph!"

I decided it was time to teach Seoyeon the difference in our power. Start by breaking her spirit, bit by bit.

"Seoyeon, stop thrashing and stay still. That's an order."

Control of her body was mine again.

"Ayoung, let go." Ayoung released her grip.

"Hah. I'm gonna scream now. Call for help."

"From now on, you can't scream or call for help. That's an order."

Huh? It was like Seoyeon had forgotten how to vibrate her vocal cords for a scream.

"How's that?"

"What do you think? You goddamn asshole."

"You can't swear anymore, and you'll speak to me politely with honorifics. That's an order."

"Order... order... Please stop. Mom, help me."

"Tsk... Seoyeon. Master's speaking. Listen well."

Ayoung said.

"Much better. How do you feel now?"

"I feel awful. You're the worst. Please don't touch my body."

"Hmm... My cock that I couldn't empty earlier says otherwise?"

"Ayoung, she needs to be plenty wet before insertion. Lick your daughter's pussy for me."

"Yes, understood."

"Mom, don't! Please, I beg you. Ahh!"

Ignoring her protests, Ayoung spread Seoyeon's legs and started licking from her clit. A light nip drew out a moan. Then she slowly slid her tongue inside the pussy and worked it.

"Ahh! No, this can't... Stop... Mom's tongue is inside..."

The forbidden place she'd never allowed anyone—not even her own fingers during twenty years of masturbation—was first invaded by her own mother's tongue.

"Hah... hah... Mom..."

Regardless of Seoyeon's will, her body betrayed her viciously. Her face flushed, her pussy grew slick. My cock was rock-hard too.

Ayoung pulled back her tongue. "She's ready now."

I lay spread-eagle on the bed.

"Ayoung, record this on your phone."

"Yes, understood."

"Seoyeon, climb on my cock and offer your virginity yourself. That's an order."

"No. No. Please stop. I beg you, don't toy with me..."

Her mouth said no, but her body was prepping to impale itself.

"Nooo."

She bent her legs, lowered her hips, spread her pussy with both hands, and grunted as she tried to stuff my massive cock into her hole.

"Repeat after me: I, Lee Seoyeon, offer my virginity to my master, Han Seongtae. Then thrust down. That's an order."

Her entrance stretched just enough around my monstrous girth for the head to slip in. Glaring down at me in contempt, she said,

"I... Lee Seoyeon... offer my virginity... to my master... Han Seongtae..."

Tears streaming, Seoyeon slammed her ass down like she was dropping into a squat, swallowing my cock into her pussy.

Splat... drip...

The hymen I'd watched for so long tore away like worthless tissue paper, blood trickling down my shaft.

"It hurts. It hurts. Sob sob."

"Thank you for taking my daughter's virginity." Ayoung bowed in gratitude as her daughter surrendered hers.

My cock was too long for hip thrusts, so she had to squat. No lube meant barely half the shaft fit.

Squelch... squelch... tremble...

Her legs started shaking. Truth be told, a virgin riding reverse cowgirl on my cock was nearly impossible. But I wanted her to etch this into her soul: she'd offered herself.

"It hurts. Stop, stop... Ahh! Ahh ♡"

Hah... ahh!

After a few strokes, following the suggestions, she moved more skillfully, moaning like it felt good.

I bucked my hips a few times, and soon I felt her shaking her own waist.

Her eyes shifted from contempt to the gaze of a woman in love, moans of pleasure spilling out.

"Feels so gooood ♡ Ahh hah hah ♡"

"You can move your body yourself now. That's an order."

Her body had been on autopilot; suddenly regaining control, she lost balance and collapsed into my arms, hugging tight.

Now her face held no contempt or disgust—just adoring eyes gazing at me.

"What? Not running away anymore?"

"...Yes.... more..." Seoyeon whispered in my ear.

"What? Can't hear you."

"Yes.. more... please... more.. ♡"

"What do you want, exactly? Speak clearly, or I can't help. Maybe call Ayoung instead?"

"Should I take over? Heh heh."

Ayoung, aroused from filming, chimed in.

"Still recording? Stop that for now."

Gathering courage, Seoyeon spoke.

"Put... your thing♡... in there... for me."

"No vague shit. Think back to what you said ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when I fucked your throat. Last chance."

Ayoung's face turned beet red.

"Master♡♡♡... Shove your cock... into Seoyeon's slutty... bitch pussy!♡♡ Every thrust feels so good, I can't take it. Please!"

"Good girl."

I stroked her head, laid the embraced Seoyeon down, and started pounding.

"Ayoung... urk.. lick my asshole."

"Pardon? Yes, understood. I'll yield to Seoyeon today."

Slurp... slurp...

Hah... hah...

Haaaang!

When Ayoung's tongue probed my anus, I gasped involuntarily.

"Kuh!"

Each thrust bulged her belly in the shape of my cock. But with suggestions making every pound pure pleasure, Seoyeon surrendered to ecstasy without pain.

"Ahh♡ Feels too good♡.. Master!! I'm going crazy. Do whatever you want."

"Master? So I'm your master now?"

Hah hah!

"Yes! ♥ I had no idea it felt this good—biggest mistake of my life. Men are the best!!!♡♡♡"

"A lowly bitch like me♡♡ is meant to submit to cock! ♥"

I felt my cock swell, grabbed her waist, shook hard, and came.

"Seoyeon, take it!!! Get pregnant from your virgin pussy! Urk!"

"Master. My one and only Master!! I love you!! ♡♡ I'm cumming toooo!"

Spurt! Splurt spluuurt!

I blasted deep into her womb. Fourth load today.

Seoyeon wore a look of utter bliss.

All her misogyny washed away, replaced by devotion to her master.

Hah hah...

Extreme pleasure, orgasm, exhaustion hit at once. Cock still buried, consciousness faded.

Troublesome... too much today... need a shower and sleep...

As awareness slipped, I heard Ayoung.

"Master... you must be exhausted. I'll get a warm cloth and clean you up..."

Seoyeon, drunk on her first orgasm, panted mindlessly.

Ayoung stroked her daughter's cum-and-cock-bloated belly.

"Mom married your dad at twenty too..."

"You've got my genes—can't fight it."

Consciousness fully faded into deep sleep.

Next day—one day before the prologue—

Sunday, 11 a.m.

After the deed, Seongtae snored on the bed. Covered by the blanket, his lower half tented absurdly high for morning wood—something wriggled inside.

Under the covers, mom and daughter Kim Ayoung and Lee Seoyeon wrestled over his cock.

"Watch how I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do it."

"Seoyeon, no—not like that. Press your tits together more! Master loves it this way."

"Hmph! My tits are bigger than yours!"

They sucked, slurped, and played with his sleeping cock every which way.

"When Master wakes, wanna bet who he picks?"

"Don't you remember last night? He felt so good he fell asleep in my arms. My belly's still full of Master's cum!"

Seoyeon proudly patted her stomach.

"True, but..." Ayoung pouted.

Slurp... slurp... ahh... lick...

The wet sounds and slick sensation below woke me. I threw off the blanket to find the two greeting me sheepishly.

"You're awake? Good morning, Master."

"Hello, Ma... ster♡?"

"Uh. Morning? Sleep well?"

First time chatting in her right mind(?), Seoyeon blushed. Everyday talk with her felt awkward for me too.

I stretched hugely. My arms should've been filthy from yesterday's fluids, but they were clean. The sheets were fresh.

Only my crotch was a sopping mess.

"You slept as-is, so I wiped you down with a warm cloth and changed the sheets."

"Thanks."

I kicked off the blanket and headed to the bathroom.

"Hungry..."

In the shower, hot water poured over me.

Didn't eat dinner—just fucked...

Milk shampoo and body wash scented like Seoyeon's fragrance from yesterday lined up. I scrubbed clean.

Toweling off, the husband's old clothes were folded—oversized on me. I threw them on and hit the kitchen.

Breakfast was laid out: classic English black pudding with bread, bacon, fried eggs, sausages, baked beans.

The two sat at the table, coffees in place. Shared dishes sat center.

Two women living together—brunch, of course.

Luxury compared to my convenience store bentos and takeout.

"Women, women."

I sat next to Seoyeon.

"Yay, won the seat next to Master!" Seoyeon cheered, snatching a dish to my spot.

"You sat closer when he came in," Ayoung said.

Who was the misogynist? Seoyeon hooked her arm in mine, pressing her tits deliberately. Ayoung stared from across, expectant.

Man's intuition: they wanted me to notice the change.

One glance, and I clocked it. Makeup. Ayoung, the landlady, never wore any at home. Idol-trainee Seoyeon only did basics—to avoid men.

"Makeup looks pretty on both of you. But why this early?"

"Uh, we... wanted to look cute..."

"First time doing it like this! Hehe."

"Food first? Starving."

I grabbed a fork for sausage, then teased.

"Since when do master and slaves eat at the same table?"

"Sorry!"

They shoved chairs back, plates in hand, standing.

Ayoung led, Seoyeon followed.

"How dare we dine with Master? We'll eat like bitches on the floor."

"M-Me too... floor's fine."

They set bowls on the floor.

"Good. Bitches don't use utensils—bury your faces in."

"Pardon?" They panicked in unison.

"But your pretty makeup..."

"Redo it later."

Took so long... First makeup to impress a man...

"Eek!"

"Seoyeon, yours is this." I dropped pants and boxers, freeing my cock.

"Huh? Yes!! Thank you. Mom, I win~~"

Seoyeon crawled under the table, sucking eagerly.

"Slurp... schluuurp... haa♡"

"W-What about me?" Ayoung asked.

"Just eat."

"Master, sorry, but I wanna suck cock too."

"Come lick then."

"Bon appétit." I speared a sausage and ate.

"Tasty."

Under the table, they licked, titfucked.

"My tits feel better, right? Seoyeon's still clumsy—I'll teach her proper."

"Schlurp, better than old mom—twenty-year-old me wins, right?"

I'd slept through their morning cockfight. Their devoted service had me cumming quick, yanking Seoyeon's hair and blasting her throat pussy.

Spurt!

"Wait, Ayoung too."

Pulled from Seoyeon's throat, I sprayed cum into Ayoung's waiting mouth.

Splattered both.

"Don't swallow."

"Mmph." They nodded, mouths full.

"Spit in the bowls. My cum topping gift."

They spat eagerly; semen mixed with beans, bacon, sausages.

I tapped out the last drops from my urethra.

"Eat up. That's an order."

"Yesss..."

"Yes, Master! ♡"

Seoyeon seemed sane(?), but last night's hypnosis had her lapping like a dog, heedless of ruined makeup.

"Tasty?"

"Yes ♡ So good, I taste Master in the cum topping. Hehe." Baked beans smeared her face.

Gulp!

She licked cum from her lips.

Ayoung, most suggestions lifted, hesitated—then recalled yesterday's lactose-free café latte and dove in doggy-style.

Then Ayoung's phone rang. She flinched at the caller.

"Who?"

"Seoyeon's dad..."

"Answer. Speakerphone."

"Ahh~ stuffed. Good meal."

Leaning back with coffee, the two bitches kept eating below.

"Date with Seoyeon today?"

"Really, Master?"

Seoyeon's first date ever.