Cruel Prank and Shattered Dreams
Jeong Seong-a entered through the front door, calling out, "Honey~."
Jeong Hyeonjae, who had been sitting on the living room sofa, jumped in surprise and looked up. There stood the silhouette of his long-missed wife, shimmering before him.
"Y-you...!"
A whirlwind of emotions surged through him in that instant—tenderness, longing, anger, resentment, sorrow, nostalgia. But overshadowing them all was a desperate yearning. A desperate wish that his wife would never leave him again.
Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Jeong Hyeonjae rushed toward her with quick steps. His tear-filled eyes blurred his vision, but he could make out his wife's modest figure standing there. He pulled her into a tight embrace and sobbed.
"Huuuh... huuuh... You're back—that's all that matters. Just stay by my side. By my side. Just... by my side..."
It had been three weeks since he received that video letter from his wife. Jeong Hyeonjae was no longer in his right mind. He was weeping uncontrollably, not even realizing that the person in his arms was Jeong Seong-a.
"Hehe... ♥ I guess I really do look just like Mom, huh? I was just playing a little prank ♥."
At that moment, Jeong Seong-a, nestled in his embrace, whispered seductively into his ear. Sensing something was wrong, Jeong Hyeonjae pushed her away and looked at her face again.
"......"
It was like seeing his wife from twenty years ago. Fresher, more vibrant—the picture of her youthful days. Overwhelmed by confusion, Jeong Hyeonjae clutched his head.
His wife from her twenties gazed at him with a sultry smile.
"Doesn't it look just like the photo? I specially styled my hair, makeup, and outfit to match that exact time. You seemed to miss Mom so much, Daddy ♥."
Only then did Jeong Hyeonjae grasp the situation as the word "Daddy" slipped from Jeong Seong-a's lips. Staring at her face—so eerily similar to his wife's yet subtly different—he murmured in disbelief.
"S-Seong-a? Is that you, Seong-a? What... what the hell is this...?"
Questions flooded his mind all at once. How could she treat such a grave situation—her mother running off with another man—like a joke? How could she only now visit her father after he'd lain in a hospital bed for so long? And above all, impersonating her mother to toy with him like this—it filled him with rage, even if she was his beloved daughter.
"Haa... You... What the hell... All this time..."
His words caught in his throat; he couldn't speak properly. He couldn't understand his wife abandoning him for another man the moment he awoke from his long hospital stay. Or his daughter vanishing without a trace until now. Or his son's transformed attitude, looking at him like some insect.
"Hng~ I thought you'd like it at least a little ♥ Doesn't it make your heart race, seeing Mom in her younger days?"
Jeong Seong-a grabbed Jeong Hyeonjae's arm as she spoke. Her full breasts pressed against it.
"W-what are you doing!"
Startled, Jeong Hyeonjae yanked his arm away with a shout. There was something off about his daughter treating him so playfully. Why has Seong-a changed like this?
"Hmm. Well, surprise over. Actually, I came to tell you about Mom."
She knows about his wife. Jeong Hyeonjae seized Seong-a's shoulders urgently.
"R-really? You know where she is?"
"Yeah, I do ♥ Wanna go see her?"
Jeong Hyeonjae nodded frantically. Driven mad by the loss of his wife, he was ready to plunge into anything, anywhere.
"Then let's go ♥ Follow me ♥."
Jeong Seong-a took his hand and dragged him out the door. Dazed, Jeong Hyeonjae followed, climbing into a van waiting outside. It began moving toward some unknown destination.
"...W-where are we going? What's with this car?"
"Eung~ I debuted as a singer, remember? ♥ It's a company car."
He knew his daughter had debuted as a singer, though he hadn't had the chance to check up on it properly. But this didn't feel like a company car. The driver in sunglasses, the scarred man in the passenger seat—none of it sat right.
"We're here ♥ Time to see Mom~ ♥."
Most unsettling of all was his daughter's consistently relaxed, playful attitude through it all. Her behavior suggested she didn't care what had happened to her mother.
"......"
And the place they arrived at was strange too. He'd followed because she said his wife was here, but... wasn't this a motel? His wife in a place like this?
"Daddy~ You coming or what?"
There were too many red flags. But he had no choice. If it meant finding his wife, he'd grasp even a rotten rope. Jeong Hyeonjae steeled his expression and followed Jeong Seong-a into the motel.
[Room 607]
They arrived at Room 607. Jeong Seong-a swiped the card she was holding over the lock, releasing it. With a beep beep beep~, the door to 607 swung open.
Gulp.
His wife might really be in there. Jeong Hyeonjae steadied his breath and stepped inside.
But Room 607 held only a massive bed and a bunch of strange props—no sign of his wife. Confused, he turned on Jeong Seong-a accusingly.
"Seong-a. What the hell are you trying to do? There's no one h—"
At that moment, Jeong Seong-a flashed a lewd expression and pressed her finger to his lips. She hugged him tightly and spoke.
"I could take Mom's place ♥ Remember when I was little and said I wanted to marry you? ♥"
She rubbed her breasts against his chest. Panicking, Jeong Hyeonjae shoved her away and yelled.
"Seong-a! What the hell is wrong with you! What do you want!"
He couldn't believe his sweet, considerate daughter was doing something so absurd and depraved. But Jeong Seong-a maintained her consistent demeanor, unfazed by his outburst.
"I knew you wouldn't go for it right away ♥ Wanna see the real news about Mom then?"
She fiddled with her phone, giggled, and handed it to him. Jeong Hyeonjae took it and froze, his face draining of color at the photo inside.
His retinas burned with the image of Lee Sin-a, face buried in a dog bowl overflowing with piss.
"......"
His head spun wildly. He couldn't believe that vulgar sight was his wife. The divorce declaration video had already been a shock, but this insane photo was shattering his sanity.
"Wha... huuuh..."
Impossible. Piercings through her nipples. A man's underwear draped over her face. A massive, grotesque cock spewing urine into the dog bowl. His wife with her face plunged in, tongue lapping at it. How could this be the woman he loved so deeply?
"Fucking epic, right? ♥"
What? What did she just say?
"As expected of Master. He dragged Mom down to this level... ♥."
What? No way. Not his Seong-a too?
It couldn't be. No way.
"Eung~ ♥ You're rock hard already ♥ Come here ♥."
All strength drained from his body. Like a scarecrow, Jeong Hyeonjae was led by the hand to sit on the bed. His stomach churned; his mind reeled.
"Ha... haha... This is a dream. It has to be... This can't be real..."
The harmonious family he'd built his life around had crumbled in an instant. Jeong Hyeonjae's eyes lost their light, plunging into an abyss.
Meanwhile, Jeong Seong-a sat behind him, pressing her breasts against his back, whispering devilishly.
"Swipe to the side ♥ I prepared lots of photos ♥."
Tears streaming endlessly, Jeong Hyeonjae swiped.
The next photo: his wife ejaculating semen onto her wedding ring from her pussy. Another: her breasts clamped around a massive cock, flashing a V-sign and winking. Another: someone yanking her nipple piercing long, her face twisted in a grotesque "Urghhh," drool spilling. Another: pig ears headband, nose ring, sniffing a stranger's asshole.
"Ugh... huuu... huuuu... uwaaa!!"
With each swipe, Jeong Hyeonjae let out monstrous screams. Meanwhile, Jeong Seong-a carefully unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest, then undid his belt, unzipped him, revealing his underwear.
"Heh... hehhh... huuu... uuuu!!"
Oblivious to his clothes being stripped, he kept swiping. Each image was beyond shocking—grotesque.
Swipe. Chewing a condom's opening, squeezing out the contents with her fingers. Madness gleamed in her crossed eyes.
Swipe. Face trapped between a stranger's thighs, flushed red, tongue lolling, eyes rolled back.
Swipe. Dogeza pose, head crushed underfoot while someone burned a cigarette into her ass.
Swipe. Oxygen mask on her mouth, transparent tube in her nostril, drooling. Strange smoke filled the mask, sucked into her lungs.
Swipe. Close-up of pussy and asshole. Cock piercing her pussy, gripped tight. Her asshole winked, hairy.
"Aaaah!! Aaaaaah! Uwaaa... uwaaaa...."
Each swipe brought screams and tears. Now, he didn't even want to count how many there were. He swiped without looking properly.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.
Swipe. Side to side. But the photos kept coming. His hand sped up.
Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Swipe.
They kept coming. These insane photos kept coming. Like a madman, he flicked through them.
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His eyes lost focus. Vision blurred. Ears rang with a piercing beeeep. Throat tightened; breath choked.
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"Aaaaa!!! Uwaaa!! Hwaaaaa!!"
The light of his life, his salvation. His life's goal, his eternal half. It all shattered.
Her beautiful image smeared, fading into the distance.
Drip. Drip drip...
Tears fell. His blurred vision cleared, revealing his fallen wife's image. She had a hideous cock stuffed in her mouth, eyes rolled back, snorting.
"......"
No more tears, no more screams. He just stared blankly at the photo.
Then, something covered his face. Seong-a's voice rang out.
"It's a VR headset—you'll feel it even more vividly ♥."
Her voice was so innocently cheerful. His daughter was broken too. Jeong Hyeonjae instinctively knew his family was utterly destroyed.
"Kuhuhuhuhu... kuhuhuhu..."
The father laughed hollowly; the daughter giggled behind him. She played a video linked to the VR and plugged earphones into his ears. Then she picked up an onahole from the bed, pre-warmed and ready.
"Kuhuh... kuhuhu... pfuhuhu..."
Wearing the VR, Jeong Hyeonjae laughed maniacally. Meanwhile, Jeong Seong-a fingered her pussy, coating her fingers in juices, then lubed the onahole slick.
She slipped it onto his erect cock.
"Hooooh..."
A pleasurable groan escaped him. Jeong Seong-a smiled and flicked the vibrating switch.
The onahole whirr—whirr— trembled, squeezing his cock.
"Hng! Huht! Huuuht!"
As he moaned from the motorized onahole, she pulled a syringe from her bag. Drew fluid from a vial, tapped it to dislodge bubbles, squeezed out a drop.
The leaking drop reminded her of his cock; a sneer crossed her lips.
"Goooood~ Let's feel real good... ♥."
She jabbed the needle into his thigh, injected the contents, and tossed the syringe aside. Then she removed one earphone and whispered huskily.
"Let's fall together... ♥ The whole family corrupting... ♥."