If You Touch My Family 1
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! The heavy thud of leather slamming together sliced through the empty air of the martial arts gym.
Harina's fists were incomparably heavier and sharper than yesterday. There was no confusion or fear in her eyes anymore. Only pure fighting spirit toward her target—me—burned fiercely.
"Good. Relax your shoulders, twist your hips more. You're not throwing the punch; you're driving it with your whole body."
I held the mitts steady, correcting her stance. Heat radiated from her sweat-soaked body.
"Now... channel your martial arts mana into it from there?"
My pinpoint training was guiding her power. Her stance was far more stable than yesterday, her gaze unwavering. It was like she'd been reborn as a warrior overnight.
"Hah... hah... Got it!"
Harina panted roughly but adjusted her movements on instinct at my command.
Boom!!!
The leather mitt in my hand exploded. Harina's mouth fell open in shock at her own fist.
"Nice one! You're a quick learner."
Her aptitude was astonishing. Like a dry sponge soaking up water, she was absorbing every boxing technique and making it her own. Not just mimicking—it was deeper. She understood the principles, blending them with her own martial arts experience and adapting on the fly.
"Now raise your guard. My turn to attack—focus only on blocking."
"No holding back!"
"Wouldn't dream of it."
I started tapping her guard with light jabs. Harina gritted her teeth and took them. No more blindly eating punches like yesterday. She was learning to absorb and deflect the impact, just as I'd taught her. The moment my fist met her guard, she twisted slightly to disperse the force.
Impressive. One day and she's got this down?
Thud! My straight slammed into her midsection with intent.
A low "Ngh" escaped her as her body rocked, but she didn't fall. She used the shock to plant herself firmer. I didn't miss the faint gleam of pleasure in her eyes. The gaze of a true tank, turning pain into fuel for growth.
"Damn, that barely tickles now, huh?"
"Hmph! This much? Not even close!"
She wiped sweat from her brow and flashed a provocative grin. It was so proud and adorable, I couldn't help smiling.
Training over, we collapsed side by side on the ring floor. Drenched in sweat, but the high was unbeatable. The gym echoed only with our ragged breaths and the scent of exertion.
"Oppa."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Harina mumbled it out of nowhere, face buried in her knees.
"Yesterday... I thought I was some kinda freak pervert. Getting off on getting hit? I hated it... scared me. But thanks to you, I get it now. It's just... me. And this feeling of getting stronger? It's the best."
She looked up. Sweat and tears mixed on her face, but her expression shone brighter and more confident than ever. She was reframing her masochism as tanker talent.
"You're the one doing great. Harina! You're the best."
"Oppa, you're amazing. It's not just brute strength. You know what people need, how to make 'em stronger. Like a genius at handling people. Seeing right through their hearts. You sure you're the same ege-nam oppa from before?"
Her earnest praise warmed my chest. This is what family approval feels like. A fullness and warmth I'd never known in my past life.
"You're following perfectly. You'll be the ultimate tank."
I stroked her hair gently. She closed her eyes blissfully, accepting it fully. Complete trust now bound us, unlike yesterday.
"Let's head home. Mom's probably got breakfast waiting."
"Yeah!"
Harina sprang up and tugged my hand. Small, but packed with strength and warmth stronger than anything.
After a joyful family breakfast, I quietly pulled An Hyeonmi aside.
"Mom. Talk with me a sec."
I meant business, but she clearly expected something else. The moment we entered the master bedroom, she stripped like her clothes offended her.
"Ahng~ Master. Thanks from the morning. This cumdump pussy's been throbbing."
I hugged her tight, shared a light kiss, and steadied her shoulders.
"No... Mom. Not for that. Haruna almost got killed yesterday."
"What??"
An Hyeonmi's eyes widened in shock, breath catching. But her hands kneaded my cock, hips swaying lewdly as pussy juice dripped. Like an idol mechanically twerking over a fallen bandmate when the music hits.
"Haruna... Luna's okay? She seemed fine yesterday..."
Her voice trembled with anxiety. I wrapped her shoulders reassuringly—prompting her to kiss my neck. Despite the worry in her words, she clung like an octopus, unzipping me. Definitely a cumdump in mom's skin.
"Don't worry. Sis is safe now."
"Slurp... slurp... churp... churp."
Already sucking, not sure if she heard. Lust overpowering maternal instinct. She settled between my legs, hands on my thighs, head pistoning devotedly around my cock.
"You don't need to thank me for saving Haruna."
Her head moved fiercer at my words. Cum in her mouth first, and sensitivity amps 10x.
Josephine du Bois — Second Form.
If the saintess consumes the first load of semen in her mouth rather than her pussy after ahegao heat, her arousal sensitivity amplifies 10x. This 10x boost applies to all subsequent pleasure.
With Josephine du Bois Second Form triggered, rational talk was impossible.
"Mom. Stop. We'll do it later. That's an order."
She froze. Regret in her eyes as she released suction. Pre-cum beaded at the tip—I clenched hard to hold back.
"S-sorry..."
Kneeling, looking up. I pulled her hand, sat her beside me. Using what Haruna told me, tapping An Hyeonmi's cult knowledge.
"Sis works at Blue Cat Corporation. Ever heard of it?"
"Yeah~ Where our Luna got hired!"
"Any cult ties?"
She shook her head.
"Not sure. So many companies linked to the cult..."
"What about Chimera Solution?"
"Chimera Solution? Yeah."
She nodded vigorously, remembering.
"Cult's Special Talent Development Department. That's their external R&D center."
[Special Talent Development Department]
Fuck... bingo. Genesis Project executors. Secret academy org under direct Cult Leader orders. Gene manipulation essential for hybrids between Leader and other races. Me, born of Succubus Queen and Leader? Couldn't without their support. All his heirs were their handiwork.
"Dirty money propping up the Leader's experiments..."
Now the slush fund's purpose clicked. Chimera Solution and the Department? Exposure would doom them. Haruna threatening media leak? Assassins made sense. Not just funds—exposing human experiments.
Still. Fuck that.
"Don't touch my family. Mom, I'm heading to Blue Cat Corporation."
She clutched a dildo molded from my cock.
"You're not... going to fight, right?"
"No worries. Not fighting."
I kissed her forehead lightly.
"More like... a very polite chat."
She read something in my smile, asked no more. Just stroked her crotch slowly with the dildo, whispering low.
"Be careful... take it slow... Master.♥"
Hard to tell if for me or the toy, the way she treated it.
Blue Cat Corporation's lobby gleamed with cold marble and glass. I strode straight to the info desk.
"How may I help?"
The staffer's rote question met my softest, kindest smile. Ege-nam Hadojin's signature.
"Appointment with CEO Kim Gi-tae. Tell him Hadojin."
"One moment. Checking."
As she reached for the phone, I added softly.
"Oh, say I’m from the Saint Cross Neck Church Special Talent Development Department. Faster that way."
Her face drained white at the name. No check needed—she shakily guided me to the VIP elevator. The cult's name trumped any security card. Master key supreme.