Jeong Hyeonjae (End)

Mister Choi was a master at exploiting psychological blind spots to twist people's mindsets to his will. That's why Jeong Seong-a, who had been mentally corrupted over a long time by the constant injection of pleasure from Mister Choi, couldn't think straight.

"Let's fall together...♥ The whole family corrupting...♥" That's how Jeong Seong-a could casually smile and commit such an absurd act. It was the result of Mister Choi meticulously training Jeong Seong-a, who had potential rivaling even Lee Hayoung.

"Haaah... Hnng..."

On the other hand, Jeong Hyeonjae no longer had the mental strength to hold out. He was already in a state of mental collapse just from his wife leaving him, and now, under his son's gaze that looked at him like a bug and his daughter's insane, playful attitude toward all of this, he finally let go of the last thread of sanity he was clinging to.

"Feels good, right...♥ Is the video fun?"

He decided to give up thinking. And he resolved to believe that all of this was just a nightmare. What he was enduring now was only happening in a dream, and in reality, he was just lying in a hospital bed—that's the rationalization he chose.

"Kuhah... Haha... Yeah, this is a dream..."

Jeong Hyeonjae was vividly experiencing Lee Sin-a's corruption through the VR device. He completely forgot about his daughter rubbing her breasts against him while handjobbing him with an onahole, focusing instead on how Lee Sin-a fell in the video.

The video showed the scene from when Mister Choi and Lee Sin-a went on a hot spring trip. She was now intoxicated by the drugs he had injected, climaxing from even the slightest touch.

Jeong Hyeonjae wore a grotesque smile as his cock stood erect. Watching his wife bow to a strange man, he leaked precum profusely.

Mister Choi walked to the bed behind him and sat on the edge. Then he commanded Lee Sin-a, who was prostrated flat on the floor.

Lee Sin-a crawled on all fours like a pig, drooling pussy juices and saliva along the way, her face twisted in an ugly climax as she approached Mister Choi.

*Smooch♥ Smooch♥*

Finally, his wife kissed the glans of a stranger's cock, which was oozing precum, twice. Jeong ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hyeonjae burst into mad laughter—hahahaha—and climaxed. His semen began flooding the onahole molded from Lee Sin-a's pussy.

*Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!*

The onahole filled with semen, making wet squelching sounds that echoed through the room. Jeong Seong-a confirmed the semen leaking out and pulled off the onahole squeezing Jeong Hyeonjae's cock.

"Came quick, huh♥ But damn, you're still rock hard."

Even right after ejaculating, Jeong Hyeonjae's cock remained firmly erect. Neither its girth, length, nor rigidity had faltered.

"No helping it then. Guess I'll have to give you a handjob♥"

Jeong Seong-a switched the video connected to the VR machine and began stroking Jeong Hyeonjae's cock. Her white hand moved rhythmically up and down, using his precum and semen as lube.

*Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap*

As Jeong Seong-a jerked him off, Jeong Hyeonjae watched his wife's complete fall declaration in the VR footage.

In the video, his wife was blindfolded and bound at the limbs, toyed with by a strange man. Her body was drenched in sweat, her pussy and asshole fully exposed as she trembled all over.

With her vision blocked, his wife trembled in anticipation of pleasure that could strike anytime, anywhere, her face full of eager expectation. The stranger circled her, fingering her pussy, suddenly kissing her, sucking her nipples then biting her breasts hard, or shoving something vile into her pussy—playing with her however he pleased.

The stranger forced her to renounce her family. Tears streamed down Jeong Hyeonjae's face as he watched her head toward the inevitable conclusion, yet his cock stood rigid.

Soon, she would swear to abandon her family and devolve into a beast.

The stranger ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠paused his pistoning to rest. In the meantime, his wife clung tightly to him, mumbling her declaration of abandonment. It looked just like a cultist's speaking in tongues.

The pistoning resumed. Now his wife lost all sentence structure, babbling in alien tongue. But no matter what she said, the stranger didn't care.

His wife, sanity snapped, spouted nonsense in some alien language. The stranger stroked her completely broken form and said "stop." Only then did she halt her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eerie babble, gazing at him with glazed eyes.

*Spurt... Spurt... Spurt.... Spurt.... Spurt.... Twitch! Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!*

Jeong Hyeonjae climaxed again watching his wife fully submit to the stranger. It was a scene so suffocatingly painful, yet he'd never felt such intense excitement. All he could think was how fortunate it was just a dream.

"Heehee... Keeheehee..... Thank god. It's a dream... Thank god..."

Jeong Hyeonjae muttered as he soaked Jeong Seong-a's white hand with his semen. She wiped the cum on his thigh roughly, then grabbed a tissue to clean up.

"This should break you completely, right? Let's see...♥"

Jeong Seong-a muttered as she removed the VR headset from Jeong Hyeonjae. His face appeared, hollow eyes staring into space, mouth agape, face streaked with tears.

"D-Dad... You okay?"

His condition seemed worse than expected, so Jeong Seong-a cupped his face in her hands and buried it in her breasts. She stroked his unusually snow-white hair and spoke softly.

"Don't think too much. Okay? Just devote everything to Master and enjoy the pleasure. It hurts now, sure, but once you get past this phase, you'll be satisfied with your new life."

Even with Jeong Seong-a's comfort, Jeong Hyeonjae stared blankly ahead. She looked at him pitifully, rummaged in her bag, and pulled out a syringe.

"I was the same at first. It was so agonizing and hard, I wanted to die every day. But change your thinking a bit, and everything's fine. Especially when the drugs kick in—everything feels at peace."

Jeong Seong-a filled the syringe, tapped it, jabbed it into his arm, and gave his lips a light kiss.

"Feel better? You'll be fine in two weeks like this. Surrender to the drugs, ditch those pointless beliefs and morals, and you can be happy like me."

Jeong Seong-a hugged him tightly as she said it. Feeling his erect cock press against her abdomen, she smirked.

"Hehe, see? Feels good right away. Our family can keep being happy♥"

Our family. Jeong Seong-a still couldn't forget her first encounter with her corrupted mother. Mom hadn't flinched at seeing her naked body—she'd already been fully remade by Master—but Jeong Seong-a had been pretty shocked by her mother's grotesque fall.

'Seong-a ya♥ Mom's gonna bear Master's child, so don't covet this spot♥ Better just stick close enough♥'

But her mother's words, which seemed to check her, stirred an inexplicable sense of kinship in Jeong Seong-a. Recalling her mother looking down on her while pregnant with Master's child, Jeong Seong-a smirked.

'Who knows. At your age, Mom, getting pregnant might be tough? I'm young, pretty, healthy—I can bear healthy kids. You can't, right? So Master's child should be mine.'

'Oh my. Didn't you see how I've kept myself up? And I raised you this well. Think you can raise a kid as good as me? You're inexperienced.'

'Haha. Raising kids the old way these days? Everyone does. I earn way more than you, Mom, and I'm more capable, so obviously I should have Master's child.'

'Fine, you're good at work. But that means you're busy. Master needs a slave to support him steadily by his side. Someone experienced and mature like me—.'

That day, talking with her mom felt strangely natural, like their family had always been this way. Soon, as Master appeared, the mother and daughter prostrated flat on the floor, presented dogeza greetings, spread their assholes and pussies wide, and leaked juices whenever he stepped on their heads—reacting similarly.

"Hehe...♥ Our family can be happy♥ Not bad at all♥"

Jeong Seong-a kissed Jeong Hyeonjae's glazed eyes, smooching his lips. Suddenly, he grabbed her shoulders and shouted.

"Ha! Hahaha! Sin-a! It's you, Sin-a! We've gone back 20 years!"

Her dad suddenly calling her by her mom's name, overjoyed. Jeong Seong-a tilted her head, observing him. He hugged her tight, tears flowing.

"Just... just nightmares over and over...! But finally! Finally I met the you I wanted! My one and only you..."

She still didn't get what he meant, but Jeong Seong-a smiled and patted his back. Then he pulled away, looking at her with teary eyes.

"Dreams like before are too much. Keep appearing like this..."

Dream? Did Dad think all this was a dream? Well, with the drugs kicking in, maybe. Jeong Seong-a eyed his fully erect cock and said,

"But you came so hard earlier. Wasn't it good?"

"G-Good? Seeing that over and over... it's torture..."

"Hmm... So you want some pure love stuff sometimes?"

"O-Of course. Meet me as the you from our dating days, laugh and chat together... reminisce. That's the dream I want..."

"Hmm~ Got it. Then, Hyeonjae~ Come here♥"

Jeong Seong-a took his hand and laid him on the bed. Stroking his hair gently, she spoke.

"So, what do you wanna do with 20-years-ago Mom. Er, me. Something naughty?"

"Haha. No... just wanna talk about old times. We'd lie in bed like this, hugging, chatting."

"Wow~ Mom and Dad. Er, us—we were so cheesy? How long?"

"Hmm. Until a year ago...? Don't you remember?"

"Of course~ Come here then—."

Jeong Seong-a opened her arms. Jeong Hyeonjae slipped into her embrace, patted her back, and spoke.

"Honey. Remember? The day we first met. Never imagined we'd end up together."

Jeong Seong-a chuckled, recalling the dating stories she'd heard from her parents hundreds of times. Stroking his back, she replied.

"Yeah. I remember. You were late, so your first impression sucked."

"Haha. You remember. It really is you, Sin-a..."

Jeong Hyeonjae buried his face in her breasts, eyes welling up. Jeong Seong-a gave a wry smile, stroking his head.

"Yeah. How could I forget. I remember it all."

"Hic... Hic... Sin-a. Sin-a.... Sin-a...."

"...I'll stay by your side like this sometimes until you adjust to the new life. It's been tough, huh?"

Jeong Seong-a reached for the syringe, injected his arm deeply, and kissed his forehead.

"So let's keep going. Lots of fun every day, and when it's too hard, I'll come comfort you like this. Keep it up. Got it?"

"Yeah. Thanks, honey..."

Jeong Hyeonjae gazed at his "wife" with half-lidded eyes. Seeing her sad smile, he gave a light one back to say don't be sad. Hugging in her arms, sharing old tales, he drifted to sleep.