Park Eunjeong's Plan to Have Her Daughter Raped

Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun's mother-daughter masturbation show went on for a full thirty minutes.

I told Sangmi that tomorrow, once she got to the office, she was to sneak into the company bathroom and get herself off — and that before she did, she was to video-call me. The start of her workplace training.

The answer of a woman who had given up on everything.

Next I messaged Jueun, who was still riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Not exactly the kind of thing a woman should be saying while her pussy was still soaked and dripping, but I understood well enough. Meeting me had cracked open a world of perversion she had never known existed. Of course she was frightened.

But there was no way out for her now. I had already planted the suggestion that the more frightened she became, the more she would drown in a pleasure several times more corrupting.

There it was. Teach Lee Jueun one thing and she understood ten — and she actually followed through on it.

Aigoo. This clever little thing.

She hesitated, but I already knew what she was going to say.

A confession out of nowhere. I could get used to this. I was starting to understand why women loved being confessed to at the moment they least expected it. Heh heh heh. So this was what that felt like.

But I couldn't just accept it as-is. I needed to get a few things in order first, so it wouldn't get in the way of the harem life I had planned.

Alright. Let's see how she takes this.

That's it. Right there.

Suggestion really was a beautiful thing. If I told her right now that I was a million dollars in debt, Jueun would probably thank me for my honesty and cry tears of joy.

And just like that, in the middle of the night, I received a passionate confession of love from a woman in her twenties whose pussy was still radiating heat, the afterglow of her orgasm not even cooled.

But stopping here would be no fun at all. The real pleasure of training a woman was in corrupting her into something even more obscene, even more depraved. And that, I decided, could wait. We had plenty of time.

I slept like a rock... and woke up starving.

The only food in the house was instant junk, so I really needed to do a proper grocery run one of these days... but I couldn't be bothered.

I'd just tell Park Eunjeong or Lee Jiseon to go shopping for a high-calorie spread.

Hold on... hadn't someone said the owner of this building was a rich widow?

Even if she was forty-eight, as long as that pussy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was still springy and tight, that was all that mattered. The money was the real prize anyway, more than the pussy. And she had a daughter too, didn't she? Heh heh heh.

I turned on my phone.

The women had been blowing it up. After Park Eunjeong and Lee Jiseon, now even Lee Jueun had a stack of burning love-confession texts waiting for me.

And among them, one message snagged my eye. One of Park Eunjeong's.

I hadn't expected Park Eunjeong to move this fast.

I'd told her I wouldn't touch her Poop Pussy — or her front pussy, or her mouth-pussy — until she offered up her daughter Hyejin. She must have felt like she'd lost the entire world. Hahaha.

Of course I was going to look.

I called Park Eunjeong on the spot.

"Master?"

"Hey, Eunjeong. You home alone?"

"Yes, Master."

"What were you doing?"

"What do you think... I was thinking about you, Master..."

Cute. A different flavor of middle-aged cute from Lee Jiseon.

"Heh. So you're calling Hyejin in today?"

"Yes. Tonight... once all the customers have gone and you're there by yourself, I'll tell her I have to go meet Jiseon and ask her to watch the shop for just a little while."

"Ohh... so it'll just be me and Hyejin left inside the karaoke bar?"

"That's right~? Hohoho."

"And you'll lock the door on your way out?"

"Yes. I'll tell her we're not taking any more customers, turn off the sign and the hallway lights, and on my way out I'll lock the front door with the key without her noticing."

"So you're finally offering your daughter to me?"

"Hmph... you said you wouldn't see me until I did..."

"Yeah. That was the plan."

"See? So... what choice do I have...?"

"How does it feel, offering your daughter to me?"

"I don't know... all I feel toward Hyejin is sorry..."

"And yet?"

".... Because I love you more than I love Hyejin, Master. Because you're more important to me, more precious, than she is..."

Khh.... something in my chest actually tightened.

This wasn't just self-sacrifice. This was sacrificing her own daughter on top of herself — the final evolution of devoted love.

"And what if Hyejin calls the cops?"

"That's..."

Even Eunjeong didn't have a sharp answer for that one.

"That's... I'm sorry, Master. If she comes to me first to talk about it, I'll do whatever it takes to stop her from reporting it."

"Heh heh... that's not good enough... Then I suppose I can take some photos and videos of Hyejin so she can't report me, right? That way she won't dare go running to anyone."

"Ah...! Oh my, yes! That would work! Hoho! That's Master for you!"

I was losing my mind. Park Eunjeong was actively delighted that her daughter was about to be raped by me and have blackmail photos and videos taken of her. Proof that being unable to wrap herself around me, unable to get fucked by me, was a deeper despair than watching her daughter's happiness and entire life get shattered.

"Alright. Got it. If this goes well, I'll see you again like I promised — and as a special bonus, I'll even take your ass-pussy's virginity."

"I'm so happy...! That's a promise, Master—?"

"Yeah. What time should I come?"

"I'll contact you sometime between eleven and twelve."

"Good. I'll have my cock standing ready and waiting. Get everything set up. Don't let anything go wrong."

"Yes, Master. I'll contact you. I love you..."

After setting things up with Eunjeong, I threw together a quick late breakfast.

Then I dug through my phone for the number of Miyeon, the building owner.

There it was. Saved as Landlady.

I hadn't seen her face or spoken to her once since the day I signed the lease. The rent just ticked out of my account on autopay every month.

Before I contacted her, I needed to plant a suggestion first.

She had a photo on her messenger profile, and I'd met her that one time, so focusing on her was easy.

Black-dyed hair in a voluminous bob, a face and figure and even a way of dressing so neat and refined I'd been impressed at first sight. To think I'd forgotten a woman this fine...!

And if the mother looked like that — what kind of masterpiece was the daughter...?

My mouth was watering.

I started implanting a preliminary suggestion in the woman named Miyeon.