The Mother's Wail (1)
Kim Il-woo kneaded Lee Seo-yoon's ass like it was a trophy he'd claimed for all to see, tucking her under his arm as they strolled down the street. It wasn't the tender handling of a cherished lover—no, it was the brutal treatment reserved for a cheap whore or a mere object. Yet Lee Seo-yoon didn't slap his hand away; she endured it in silence.
The same face, the same outfit, but what a difference, he thought. Before entering the bar and after. The gazes people shot her way had shifted from envy to disgust. The sheer superiority of being able to crush everything she'd built over a lifetime in an instant ignited an unbearable thrill in him.
"Looking good."
"How utterly revolting."
Lee Seo-yoon caught the conqueror's lust and sadism surging through Kim Il-woo, glaring at him with even deeper loathing. Even if she gave him her body, her heart would remain her own—that fierce resolve shone in her eyes.
And so the pair arrived at the sleazy motel, who knew how many times they'd been here now.
"Hm?"
The middle-aged man at the counter, Kang Jeong-min, spotted them and flashed a mix of delight and shock at Lee Seo-yoon's dolled-up appearance.
"Isn't that beauty next to you the same slut who was moaning and squealing under me last time?"
Lee Seo-yoon's face twisted in fury at his vulgar greeting.
"Can I have some fun with her today?"
Dismissing her opinion entirely, Kang Jeong-min leered at Kim Il-woo, the one holding her reins, his filthy intentions plain.
Kim Il-woo considered dragging him in like last time to ravage her together but decided against it.
"Not today. It's a special occasion, so I'm keeping her all to myself."
He grabbed Lee Seo-yoon's waist, yanking her close against him like a proper girlfriend. She was fully his woman now.
"Tch. What a shame."
Kang Jeong-min smacked his lips, genuinely disappointed. To him, Lee Seo-yoon was a woman from another world, one he'd never even hold hands with in his lifetime. Prim and elegant, a refined widow—and now dressed to the nines, she was mouthwateringly irresistible. Having already tasted her sweetness once, being told to hold back was enough to grate on his nerves.
Fucking punk kid, he seethed inwardly. He hated being stuck like this, unable to act because the kid had dirt on him. Someday I'll lure that gorgeous bitch away and fuck her senseless. Hiding his dark thoughts, he handed over the usual room.
"We're buddies now, so no charge from here on out. Come by often."
Kim Il-woo knew exactly what sleaze hid behind those words, but it satisfied his urge to show off—so next time, he'd bring Ara along.
"Sure thing."
With a curt farewell, he headed to the room rigged with hidden cameras, just like always.
"Hoo..."
Lee Seo-yoon sighed, recalling the moment she'd first woken in this room. It might've all ended back then. Unable to cope with her daughter's horrific ordeal and the mounting stress, she'd drowned herself in booze until blackout drunk, showing weakness—and that was the start of it all. I should've been wary of that beast... but I've come too far to turn back now.
Her gaze wandered the room like she was yearning for the beautiful days she could never return to, misty with regret, before she squeezed her eyes shut.
"..."
When Lee Seo-yoon opened them again, she'd swallowed all frailty, steeling herself with the resilience needed to endure what was coming.
While she braced her mind, Kim Il-woo openly prepped his phone to film her violation.
"Should've brought a tripod. Rookie mistake."
Her conditions imposed limits, but there were endless ways to defile Choi Ara behind her back.
Her faith in her daughter runs too deep. As a mother wishing to spare her girl more pain, she probably hoped Choi Ara couldn't handle all his lust and would break—but it was futile.
Choi Ara's my future wife.
Knowing the future emboldened him. Aside from the wildcard Park Jun-hyun, there were loose ends to tie up, but as long as he didn't overplay his hand, things would roll smoothly. Thrilled at the freedom to stain mother and daughter with his base desires without restraint, he decided to overhaul his plans.
Clap!
Kim Il-woo clapped to celebrate his setup complete.
"Alright then! From today, Lee Seo-yoon, you're fully my cocksleeve."
"...Fine."
The polite young man who'd addressed Ara's mom with respect was gone; in his place loomed a black beast fixated on devouring women.
Lee Seo-yoon swallowed her shame and humiliation, submitting even to his crude slang.
Kim Il-woo jerked his chin toward the bed in front of the camera.
Like a pig dragged to slaughter, she bit her lip bloody and perched on the edge.
"Smile. Don't waste that pretty face. It's getting thoroughly ruined tonight—gotta preserve the beauty first."
"..."
He adjusted the phone so Lee Seo-yoon and the bed framed perfectly, then hit record. Clothes shed without a second thought, he grinned and waved at the lens like a promise of the show to come, then commanded:
"Let's start with a kiss?"
Aside from that time she'd been tricked into jerking him off, Lee Seo-yoon had never taken the initiative. So he aimed to make her lead or utterly crush her dignity. First step: request a kiss.
As she rose from the bed to approach, he held up a hand to stop her.
"Crawl."
"...Got it."
At his firm demand, she closed her eyes briefly to tamp down her rage, then dropped to the floor on all fours, crawling slowly toward him.
He'd never dreamed his friend's mom would crawl naked to him—but his future wife was a real lucky charm.
When Lee Seo-yoon reached his feet and tried to rise, he planted his foot on her head, pinning her down.
"From now on, the only place you kiss isn't my mouth—it's here."
He pointed to the tip of his throbbing cockhead.
"How utterly base."
Pinned humiliatingly to the floor, she glared up with eyes full of enmity, trembling at the wretched treatment.
"Yes, Master."
"What?"
"From now on, when I give an order, you answer 'Yes, Master.' I'll treat you like a person in front of others, but otherwise? No mercy."
To shatter his friend's mom's dignity and pride, he started with her title for him.
Even she hadn't imagined it'd go this far; pinned down, she shuddered with shame but forced out the words.
"Yes... Master..."
He'd only specified the title, not correcting her icy, edged tone.
That's what makes it hotter.
Forcing a defiant bitch was delicious; a broken, obedient one just wasn't as tasty.
He lifted his foot from her head, and she slowly raised her upper body from where it'd been bowed to the floor.
"Now, formally state for the camera that you're agreeing to become my cocksleeve, then kiss it."
He couldn't wait to see Choi Ara's face when she saw this later.
"Our master's such a pervert."
Unable to hide her disgust, she grumbled in a weird mix of formal and casual, then turned to the camera.
In perfect focus: a prim, elegant woman with a grotesque, veiny cock right beside her face, beginning her oath of submission.
"I, Lee Seo-yoon, swear to receive Kim Il-woo's... Master's lust in place of my daughter, so long as he keeps his promise."
She hesitated on "Master," her aversion clear, but she spat out the clumsy vow.
"Too short."
"What more do you want? Some lewd, vulgar chant?"
She glared with loathing, then—wanting solid proof since it had come to this—made him recite the terms too.
"Perfect timing. Master here was about to speak. Be detailed with the conditions."
Kim Il-woo accepted her demand. Grabbing a fistful of her neatly pinned-up hair, he yanked her face close to the camera, twisted in pain.
"Eek! Ah, it hurts!"
"I, Kim Il-woo, agree not to fuck my daughter Choi Ara if she doesn't want it, and in exchange, I'll use her mother Lee Seo-yoon as my personal cocksleeve and cumdump however I please."
Pain or the finality of becoming his base lust's receptacle—tears streamed from Lee Seo-yoon's eyes on screen.
"Agree to my terms? Seal it with a stamp. Kiss my cockhead like you would your husband."
He released her hair with a shove, goading the contract's consummation in the world's vilest way.
She crumpled to the floor like discarded trash, then flared with rage at the mention of her beloved husband.
"Don't you dare speak of him!"
Her love for him reduced to fuel for his lust, a mere tool—she could no longer contain her fury and swung to slap Kim Il-woo's cheek.
But facing his brazen challenge—go ahead if you dare—she realized her position and barely restrained her hand.