Preparing to Drag Miyeon's Daughter Into Hell
I spent the morning like that, wrapped around Miyeon. I'd grope her until the milk came and suck it down in long, greedy pulls; I'd pound her until it started flowing again, then latch on and drink all over again. Every time I put my mouth to her breast, Miyeon went rigid with her eyes squeezed shut — as if coming through her nipples left her unable to move at all. Each forced milking only sank her love for me, and her maternal instinct right along with it, that much deeper.
After we ate lunch together and lay side by side on the bed, I brought up her daughter — Ha Minkyung.
The time had come. Time to drag Ha Minkyung into hell.
"Auntie. Your daughter must be causing you a lot of grief, huh?"
It wasn't a question. It was a suggestion, and it sank straight into her mind.
"Yes... what's there even to say... sigh. It's all because I raised her wrong..."
I kneaded Miyeon's round breasts as I spoke, coaxing cloudy beads of milk to well up at the tips of her nipples once more.
"I know. But if you leave her like that forever, it's only going to get worse — for you and for her."
"Th-that's true, isn't it...?"
I pinched her slick, wet nipple between my fingers, stretched it out, and twisted.
"Auntie. This is just my thought, but I think she's falling apart more and more because you've been covering for her this whole time."
"Ah... nn... yes, I've been feeling that too... I've been scolding her and lecturing her every day lately. Ah... nnh."
"If you'd done that from the time she was little, it would've been wonderful. But I think it's far too late now. Her ego's already set. A little yelling isn't going to fix a rotten personality."
"Then... what should I do, Minha?"
I took hold of her breast again, squeezed down hard toward the nipple, and spoke with finality.
"Ah...! Hnh!"
The breast I was wringing swelled, and cloudy milk beaded once more at the tip of her nipple. Which meant Miyeon was climaxing from a forced milking. And a suggestion planted at a moment like this would take beautifully.
"Auntie. You've got a vacant studio here, don't you? Explain the situation to the person living in the room next to mine and have them move over there. Then give me that room next door..."
This time I slid my hand down and rubbed through the curly hair between her legs.
"I'll keep your daughter there and turn her into a proper human being."
"Aaah... Minha, you're going to take my daughter and..."
The afterglow of the milk-climax still hadn't left her. Sweetness hung on her breath as she spoke.
"You're already under so much strain. How can I ask you to take on my daughter as well..."
She wasn't worried about what I would do to her daughter. She was worried, purely and simply, about my health and my stamina.
It worked.
"Hah... it's your problem, Auntie. No matter how hard it is, I have to help you. What else am I supposed to do? It's for the auntie I love."
"Mi-Minha... thank you. I love you so, so much too."
She was genuinely moved. She rolled over and threw her arms around my neck. I patted her lovely back, and the hand that had been sneaking downward slipped between the cheeks of her ass. The moment my fingers sank into that soft flesh, Miyeon hooked one leg around my waist so I could feel everything inside her more easily.
"You have to be firm about this. When you throw her out, don't give her a single coin, not a card, not even a bankbook. Kick her out completely empty-handed. That'll make it much easier for me to reform her."
"Yes... I understand. I'll do it that way... haah..."
My index finger rubbed over her asshole, then pushed inside, and a hot moan spilled through her lips.
"If I need anything later I'll ask you to bring it. All you have to do is throw her out and tell her to come to me. I'll take care of the rest."
"Ah... w-won't that be hard on you...?"
She asked it while feeling my index finger forcing her sphincter open from the inside.
"Of course it will be... but it's for you, Auntie, so I'll help. That said... her personality is truly rotten — antisocial, a disgrace to her own family. Ordinary methods aren't going to reform her. So I'm afraid corporal punishment is going to be involved. Are you all right with that?"
"Aaah, y-yes... i-it's fine. Do it however you see fit, Minha..."
All her nerves seemed to be gathered around the finger rooting around in her ass.
"And I'm going to punish her in every way I can think of. Enough that anyone watching would think she was being abused. But if I don't go that far, your daughter will never come back as a normal person. I need you to keep that firmly in mind."
"Yes... I understand, Minha...! Nnh."
And just like that, the preparations for training Miyeon's daughter, Ha Minkyung, began falling neatly into place. Miyeon would move the tenant in the room next to mine into another vacant unit as soon as she could, and the moment that was done, Minkyung would be thrown out of the house and delivered to me.
Heh heh heh heh.
I opened up Miyeon's ass. All I did was suck on it and finger it, but by the end two fingers went in without any trouble. Unlike Eunjeong, Miyeon hadn't had an enema — she didn't even know how — so her face burned scarlet as she squirmed between shame and a strange, bewildering pleasure. It was so cute I made a point of pulling my fingers out wet enough to produce a filthy little squelch, and I teased her about the weird smell on my hand. Every time I did, Miyeon wouldn't know what to do with herself and would try to grab my hand and drag me to the bathroom. Naturally I refused, and just as naturally I pushed my fingers back into her ass and started over.
Our pleasant time together wound down, and Miyeon drifted into a light sleep on the bed with a blissful look on her face. Pussy juice and cum were drying between her thighs. I liked looking at that kind of thing, so I left it. Her nipples, abused by my lips and tongue, were flushed and swollen, and I wanted to touch them again — but Miyeon had come down at dawn because she'd been worrying about me all night, and I didn't feel like waking her.
Instead I picked up my phone, saved that beautiful naked body in photos and video, and got to work managing my bitches. Fucking the women I met each day thoroughly — top and bottom, front and back — mattered, but so did remotely managing the ones I couldn't see in person. So I used a spare moment to send KakaoTalk messages to Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun first.
Both of them said they were at the office. It occurred to me that when they got off work and came home, I could give each of them a little event — a mission with a real thrill to it. A small amusement for me. For the mother and daughter on the receiving end, it would be the most nerve-racking, stomach-flipping mission in the world.
I told Jeong Sangmi and Lee Jueun to each stop by a convenience store on the way home from work and buy yogurt — Yoplait for one, a regular yogurt for the other.
Jueun, sensing something filthy in my instructions, kept digging for a reason.
After that lively exchange with Jueun, it was Jeong Sangmi's turn.
Even calling her piss-pants didn't get a protest out of her anymore. Jeong Sangmi's body and mind had both collapsed completely under me, so of course they didn't.
A brief silence. Then another message came in.
Heh heh heh. That's more like it. Who the hell did she think she was, talking back to me.
Thanks to my suggestions, she took every word I said as something I would actually do.