Like Mother, Like Daughter
Squelch, squelch, squelch...
With our bodies pressed tightly together, short thrusts of my hips sent my cock sliding rapidly back and forth through the narrow grip of So-yeon's pussy.
"Repeat after me. Never again..."
"N-Never again...! Haahh!?"
So-yeon repeated the words in a voice trembling with fervor, punctuated by the slap of our bodies colliding. All the while her breasts bounced up and down in time with my movements, working hard as if fawning over the man using her.
"I will not... judge people... by their appearance."
"Sh-Shomeone by their looks, hiiiik! I w-won't... judge... I w-won't...!"
Drool dripping in strings, So-yeon struggled to follow my words. I raised her upper body off mine, and to twist that hideous face into ruin I slowly closed both hands around her throat — the soft muscles and flesh of her neck filling my palms.
"Like a fucking... retard...!"
"Khehk! A f-fu... kheeeuughk!... r-retard...!"
Watching her face flush red as she gasped for air in ragged bursts, I remembered what Seong-ha had said only moments ago — that since it wasn't a living being, it was fine to kill it. As the words drifted through my mind again and took root, excitement surged, and without hesitation I squeezed the throat gripped in both hands.
At once, following the female instinct to leave life behind in her womb before dying, her inner walls clamped down on me even harder. As if to tell me not to feel guilty for snuffing out a thing like her, she offered no resistance at all, only trying to fully accept whatever I intended to do.
"You obscene...!!"
"Obsh, khek, obshene... kehuk! Kheeuuugh..."
So-yeon's face, contorted into an expression I couldn't tell was pain or joy, was a smeared mess of tears and drool. The elation of being able to take a life at my whim sent my heart pounding violently, blood racing through my skull. As the destructive impulse swelled, it almost felt as though the old grime caked inside me was being scoured away.
If I just pushed a little harder here... if I put more strength into this grip, this not-life before me would surely squeeze her pussy tighter around me as she breathed her last.
"...Even in my thoughts... I will never... never, judge anyone!"
But I didn't do it. Because even if she wasn't a living creature, I felt that crossing the line here would mean crossing, as a human being, a river that could never be uncrossed. Slowly loosening my hands, I left bright red palm prints blooming on her throat as So-yeon faithfully repeated my words.
"Gulp!... Haa... even in my thoughts, gulp, gulp! I will never... judge anyone... Thank you... dear customer, for teaching and disciplining this worthless one like this — I am truly, sincerely grateful."
Looking down at that sincere smile, so at odds with the tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, a scornful laugh burst out of me.
"Ahhhhhk!! I love it, customer! Ahhk! Ahhhhhht——!! I'm sorry! I'm supposed to be apologizing! Haahhk!! But it feels, s-so good, I'm, going, crazy...!"
Inside the bathroom, the wet friction of flesh rising louder with every flood of her juices melded together with So-yeon's ecstatic cries, which sounded like her soul was leaving her body. Each time I thrust into her, arousal burst out of her again and again, so much of it that it ran down my thighs like piss.
Perhaps from excitement she couldn't contain, her hands groped mindlessly at my back, and through climax after climax her trembling legs splayed wide and snapped shut, again and again, like a frog jumping. She seemed about to come — and honestly, I was getting sick of So-yeon screaming half out of her mind, drenched in pleasure — so I stopped moving.
Squeeze.
"Ahhk!?"
When I seized the dusky-pink nipple that a child had already gotten a taste of once and twisted it hard, So-yeon burst out a sound I couldn't tell was agony or a moan. Looking down at her as she writhed as if in resistance, a strange euphoria welled up in me, and a vicious smile crept across my face.
"Weren't you apologizing? Hm? Is that the face of someone apologizing? Ha... you've really swallowed your common sense whole, you know that? I said you could moan — did I tell you to get off like a freak? Oh? Are you enjoying this right now too? Wow. You're insane."
"Nhehehet! S-sorry, hehe! Sorry, customer, but it feels sho good... sho... sho good... hehe... sorry, sorry... Ahhhht!? That hurts, it hurts, customer... haah, but... it also, feels good, hehe!"
So-yeon's face had gone slack, eyes rolling back, drool hanging in strings — and when I pinched down harder and twisted, she laid bare the heart of a masochist, hating it and loving it all at once.
...Did I pick the wrong concept for this?
Or should I make her beg through her tears again?
"Oppa, you seem to be getting bored with her. How about this?"
At the voice, I turned my head — and there, beside Seong-ha behind me, stood a girl who looked about elementary-school age, hugging a stuffed rabbit in a pair of cute pajamas. Anxious, perhaps, she clutched the doll tight to her chest, eyes brimming as though she might burst into tears at any moment, glancing nervously around.
Who...?
The child's sudden appearance made no sense to me at first — but the moment I noticed she resembled the face of So-yeon, slumped loose in my arms, a certain hypothesis took shape.
"...Her daughter?"
Apparently Seong-ha had made her while I was too lost in it all to notice.
"Yep. The daughter girl from that woman's memories. I never touched her directly, so she doesn't look exactly identical, but that doesn't really matter, does it?"
Chewing over Seong-ha's words to grasp their meaning, my face twisted into horror before I knew it.
"Seong-ha... no matter how you look at it, that's a bit..."
I had resolved to accept my own murky, ugly desires — but even within that, there were lines that had to be kept. Or had Seong-ha, all this time, been quietly seeing me as a potential pedophile...? Not that she would be disgusted by me even if that were true — if anything, she'd probably not care in the least and help me with everything she had...
"N-No, Oppa! That's not it! I just thought... m-maybe you'd want to play with her daughter too... Please don't misunderstand."
Perhaps remembering her slip from earlier, Seong-ha — rarely — wavered visibly, fidgeting and searching my face. Seeing her, usually so expressionless, with the composure and maturity of someone older, get flustered like this, I found her cute. Come to think of it... she had become noticeably more expressive since the day we first met. She seemed more human than before — and at least to me, that was a change for the better.
"Really...? But... in that state, wouldn't it be difficult?"
Before my question had even finished, the girl beside Seong-ha melted down like ice cream, then surged upward again as though time were running backward, taking the shape of a woman not yet fully ripe.
"How's this?"
I stared blankly at the nude woman standing there with an expressionless face — and found it hard to say whether she was an adult or a girl. A slender frame with her ribs faintly showing, and firm, teardrop-shaped breasts of a moderate size, neither full nor small.
Her pale pink nipples pointed upward as if erect, and her skin, brimming with youth, was smooth and without a single blemish. Bangs permed to just short of her eyebrows, and glossy jet-black hair flowing down to the hollow of her waist. Distinctive features and brows that took after her mother. A petite build that brought a doll to mind, and a small, delicate face in proportion to it.
The subtle rose-pink blush on her cheeks, neither heavy nor faint, and the slightly bold lipstick lending life to her lips made her look like a cute girl playing at being a grown-up. Her bright eyes, untouched by any trace of years, were fixed on me, motionless, like a machine that hadn't received its orders — and studying that gaze, I was startled.
No way...
The hypothesis forming in my head was something out of a science-fiction film, and it genuinely shocked me.
"Don't tell me... if that girl from before grew up, this is what she'd become?" Still unable to quite believe it, I asked Seong-ha to confirm.
"Yep. It's not perfectly identical, but I constructed her naturally based on what humans call genes."
Certainly, even with the added years, traces of her resemblance to So-yeon still lingered all over her face. Looking back and forth between the mother and the daughter — unmistakably mother and daughter to anyone's eyes — I opened my mouth blankly.
"S-So that was possible too..."
"Don't worry, Oppa. She's a legal adult, plain and simple. A legal adult you don't need to feel uneasy about. She's made from a part of my adult body to begin with, so you could even say she's me."
Before any of that, it was hard to even call the thing before us a living creature.
"Her name is... Ha Yeon-ha, apparently. Yeon-ha should do fine."
"Y-Yeon-ha..."
Whether my blank response amused her or satisfied her, Seong-ha gained confidence and made a proposal.
"How about this?"
Snap.
At the flick of her fingers, something thick and viscous like pigmented paint welled up over Yeon-ha's skin, wrapping her body and shaping itself into clothing. The gray H-line skirt clung to her frame, shortened to mid-thigh — from below, with just the right angle, you felt you might glimpse the intimate fabric hidden between her legs. Beneath it, semi-transparent black pantyhose of about thirty denier, her skin faintly visible through the weave, hugged the clean lines of her thighs, enough to make a man's heart ache with wanting.
The crisp white short-sleeved blouse, too, had clearly been tailored to her slim figure, emphasizing the shape of her chest to the point where the concave outline of her bra pressed through at the front.
"Hmmm..."
As I found myself flustered by an outfit that stirred something in me, Seong-ha wrapped her arms around Yeon-ha's waist from behind and flashed a lewd smile. The two of them looked like an affectionate older and younger sister, differing in nothing but their faces — like sisters out of a yuri manga, stirring a strange flutter in my chest.
"What, Oppa? Something come to mind? That's strange... it's just an ordinary blouse and skirt... Why is it that men take outfits like this, worn without a shred of meaning, and pile meaning onto them, having lewd fantasies all by themselves?"
"Ahem."
As Seong-ha spoke, gently stroking Yeon-ha's hair as if handling a doll, I felt inexplicably guilty and cleared my throat, my face going red.
"What do you want to do with her, Oppa? Should I make this daughter kneel before you and apologize, just like her mother? Or should I make her... resent you — for raping her own mother under the guise of education?"
I hesitated, flustered, unable to answer — and Seong-ha smirked as if she'd read something written all over me.
"Aha, if you're embarrassed, you don't have to say it out loud, Oppa. I'll take care of everything. All of it. Me — the me who always puts you first. The me who, in this whole design of mine, loves only you."
As Seong-ha slowly drew away, rage gradually welled up in Yeon-ha's previously empty face — and she began to glare at me, ferociously.