The Daughter's Judgment
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing!?"
"Uh… wha?"
Yeon-ha was burning with twin flames in her eyes, shouting at me with a glare that looked ready to kill. As I floundered inwardly at the sudden, whiplash shift in mood from a moment ago, she jabbed a finger toward her mother — slumped over the toilet, naked and limp as a discarded doll.
"I asked what you just did to my mom!"
"No, that's… um…"
Her blunt accusation had pointed, dead-straight, at exactly what I'd done wrong, and all the swagger I'd carried moments ago evaporated — I shrank back into my usual meek self, as if it had all been a lie. Worse, the woman in front of me was, by the setup, the daughter of the woman I'd played with like a broken toy, so she even had legitimacy on her side. I had nothing to say.
…Huh?
Why had it turned out like this? No — more importantly, Sung-ha… did I really want this…?
"That's too cruel, sniff. Raping a woman like this… sniff, sniff…"
Sung-ha had somehow changed into the exact same outfit Yeon-ha wore, and had crept up beside me, sniffling back tears. The truth was she'd graduated high school not long ago, and her face was young and pretty enough that even as an adult, dressed like this, anyone would have believed she was a high schooler.
"S-Sung-ha!?"
When I cried out in shock, she tilted her head with a sadistic smile and whispered into my ear.
"Don't like this, Hyun-ok? If you genuinely hate it, I'll stop whenever you say."
She'd slipped back into the monster's flat register, her low voice carrying a thread of genuine gravity.
"Ah— th… nnngh… gh!"
"It's already answering for you, isn't it? Oppa, you really are…"
While I floundered, unable to commit to an answer, she pressed her fingertip gently down on the twitching tip of my cock and then, driving the wedge home, poured a lewd murmur directly into my ear.
"…a born pervert."
As if in confession, my whole body shuddered.
"Ah, there it is. See? I knew you'd— hm."
Sung-ha, who'd been laughing like this was tremendous fun, caught sight of the bead of precum welling up from the tip of my cock — and went silent, her expression turning to something terrifying. Her gradually parting lips let a thread of drool slide down, and her eyes stayed riveted, nailed in place, on the clear fluid leaking steadily from my urethra.
"Sung… Sung-ha? Hey… Sung-ha? Hello…?"
Even when I waved a hand in front of her face, she stayed hypnotized, staring at nothing but my cock, beyond all reach. Remembering how, only minutes ago, she'd fought with everything she had to keep herself from drooling all over it and swallowing it down, a fresh wave of guilt washed over me.
"Hey, Sung-ha, I'm thankful you do all this for me, but holding back that hard is…"
"…Oppa. More importantly… shouldn't you be answering that girl's question first?"
Wiping the drool on the collar of her blouse, Sung-ha forced her expression back together and tried to reconstruct the sadistic smile from before. I understood the intent — but watching her suppress herself this far, purely for my sake, made a tender, aching feeling well up alongside it.
"Hey! Still no answer!? What did you do to my mom!"
As the girl — younger-looking than me, at that — kept shrieking, a little irritation finally boiled over, and for once in my life I snapped back.
"Your mom did wrong, so I gave her a little discipline. That a problem?"
"Discipline? Are you out of your goddamn mind?"
"…Excuse me?"
She fired right back, twice as bratty, and I lost the exchange completely.
"Are you a lunatic? Ha… fuck, you're a pervert, aren't you? Total pervert… fuck, so a pervert freak is the one who made my mom like that? You rapist piece of shit…"
"Hey, watch your mouth—"
"No."
"Ugh!?"
Tap.
Something numb and indifferent prodded at my precious lower half, and when I looked down, I saw the instep of Yeon-ha's foot — clad in black stockings — nudging at it.
"And what's this, exactly? A hard cock? What's this red-tipped piece of meat, hm? And being naked — what's that about?"
"This is…"
"…Kneel, you son of a bitch."
When I faltered, paralyzed by a spike-rimmed command that flattened the whole room's atmosphere, Yeon-ha raised her voice again.
"I said kneel, you idiot! Are you deaf!?"
Out of options, I sank slowly to my knees and, like a guilty man, cautiously lifted my eyes from my carefully bowed head — and was treated to quite the view. Yeon-ha with her arms crossed, glaring down at me with naked contempt. And, as she raised her foot, the flash of pristine white panties revealed beneath her skirt. Drawn by a man's most basic instinct, my gaze slipped into the space between her legs, where the mound wrapped in sheer stockings pressed out full and plump, shamelessly asserting itself.
"With this cock…"
Swish.
"Ghh…"
While I was busy sneaking glances, Yeon-ha pressed the sole of her foot down, firm and slow, against the base of my cock, still jutting up between my knees. A shuddering pleasure laced with pain spread up through my whole body.
"That's what you fucked my mom with?"
Squeeeze…
She bore down harder, and the rough texture of the stockings, the vivid press of her enclosed toes, all of it registered with painful clarity.
"Inside my mom's pussy — the one I lived in when I was a baby, that gave birth to me — you stuck your cock in there. …Well? I'm asking you a question, oppa. Answer."
"Hck!?"
When she put real force behind her foot, my swollen cock bent backward as if it might snap, and the pain was blinding. And yet the erection stubbornly refused to die — and with that, I finally understood why Sung-ha had chosen to reenact this whole scenario instead of simply asking me.
"Ptui!"
Yeon-ha bowed her head and spat at my face without a shred of hesitation. The thick, scalding-hot liquid slid slowly down my cheek. Apparently finding that pathetic spectacle delightful, she stoked a wide smirk beneath an expression blended of humiliation, fury, and contempt.
"Ahaha! You absolute degenerate! Look at you, thrilled just to get stepped on. Disgusting… it gives me actual chills, imagining a bastard like you defiling the place I used to live… And you, just now… when I stepped on your cock, you peeked at my panties, didn't you? You perverted little shit?"
"…No, I didn't."
A chill ran down my spine; I dropped my head, dodged her eyes, and denied it reflexively.
"Really? You didn't peek? These panties under this skirt — the kind a high school girl would be wearing, hm?"
Sliiick.
Yeon-ha hiked her skirt up until it bunched at her hips, and the mound wrapped in black stockings that I'd only glimpsed before came into beautiful, unobstructed view. Thwip. The moment something hidden was brazenly revealed by its owner's own will, that place gave a nod all on its own, entirely without my permission.
"Your cock's honest, at least… hm? Your cock's honest. 'I peeked~ I peeked at the white panties hugging that pussy between the stockings~' — that's what it's confessing right now, isn't it?"
Chuckling, Yeon-ha burst into open mockery, then settled herself onto the toilet seat and wedged both soles against either side of my kneeling cock, rocking them slowly back and forth.
"Nngh…"
As the silky-yet-rough texture of the stockings began grinding against me in earnest toward the finish, the pressure of an orgasm started to climb.
Swish, swish…
"Oh, that reminds me, oppa… if you violated my mom's pussy, then you and my dad would basically be hole-in-laws, wouldn't you? Hmm… does that mean I could call you Dad, too?"
Chin propped on her hand, wearing the lazily amused look of a queen watching entertainment, Yeon-ha kept up her footjob while musing idly — and then whispered one particular word, slow and deliberate.
"Daddy."
At that immoral word, so wildly out of place with the situation, my cock throbbed with an even fiercer intensity.
"Feels good getting smacked around by your daughter's soles, doesn't it? About to come? Hm? And afterward you're planning to shoot that cum inside my mom's pussy and knock her up, right? Wow — I'd get a baby sibling? Hm?"
When I kept giving no answer at all, the soles wrapped around my cock bore down harder, coaxing a response out of me. Slide, slide, slide…
"W-wait, I'm seriously about to—"
As her practiced feet picked up speed, the climax I'd been holding back all this time crashed over me like a wave, bleaching my mind white — and what barely kept me from spilling over at the last second was nothing short of miraculous: a single thought that surfaced just in time. A sense that something was wrong. The one who always came clinging to me by now, the one who always put the finishing touch on everything, wasn't here. I turned my head — and saw the back of Sung-ha's head, kneeling, her body turned completely away from me.
"…Sung-ha?"
No answer. Silence — and with her face hidden, it was honestly a little frightening.
What kind of expression is she wearing right now…?
"It's fine, Hyun-ok. I am… fine. I don't want to ruin the mood, so keep enjoying yourself."
At the monster's voice — desperately holding something down — a sliver of my senses returned. I let out one long breath and spoke, dead serious.
"Yoon Sung-ha."
The moment I called her full name, the monster's shoulders jolted visibly.
"You're hungry, aren't you?"
There was no answer — but at the same time, it was answer enough.
"Eat. I'm grateful you did all this for me… but it doesn't sit right with my heart."
"I'm… drip… really… drip… fine… drip."
Every clipped break in her words was accompanied by the sound of something hitting the floor. Out of options, I rose from my spot, brought my swollen cock right up in front of Sung-ha, and said:
"Eat."
Looking down at the flood of drool she'd pooled on the floor, watching the monster hold out with stubborn, almost courtly discipline, I whispered — this time, it was me doing the seducing. But it seemed the monster, who had stubbornly kept her eyes forward and endured everything, simply could not endure what I said next.
"Or should I just wrap it in some toilet paper and throw it awa— Eek!?"
Swoosh.
A tentacle shot out from somewhere, wound around my waist, and swiveled — and before I knew it, was aimed straight at Sung-ha's gaping open mouth. Glllmp… Her mouth, stretched so wide I could see all the way to her tonsils, swallowed my cock deep into her throat in a single motion. Shluuuurp.
"Hnnnnngh—!?"
A pressure like being sucked into a vacuum cleaner seized my cock from every side inside the monster's mouth.
With her mouth full of my cock, Sung-ha's inner voice still reached me from somewhere, taking the shape of words — and the chills that ran through me were strong enough to spark real fear. Then I looked down into the monster's eyes as she gazed up at me, saw that they were anything but sane, and a faint, belated regret washed over me.