Josephine du Bois 1
I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds around me. Drip. Drip. Drip. The sound of An Hyeonmi's pussy juices falling. From her trembling and ragged breathing, I could tell she was in heat. Instinctively, I knew my persuasion had worked.
I slowly opened my eyes. An Hyeonmi's face was a mix of shock, excitement, anticipation, and something strangely intoxicating. I could see her juices trickling down her thighs from under her hot pants.
"C-cumdump...? You want me to become your cumdump?" An Hyeonmi barely managed to ask again.
I knew she'd graduated from the academy as the top cumdump among the saintesses.
"Yeah. A cumdump. It's what you do best, Mom."
An Hyeonmi's flushed face shook her head in denial. But her reaction was weak. She wasn't expressing strong refusal.
"No... this is wrong. Dojin, I'm your mom, I see you as my son..."
"Is there a law saying a son and mom can't fuck? In Japan, moms even suck off their third-year high school sons to help them focus on studies."
"B-but..."
"This isn't some childish prank. It's to protect you, Mom."
I cut her off and reached out, gently stroking her cheek. An Hyeonmi's body stiffened. Her eyes widened in surprise at the rough man's hand brushing her face.
Drip. Drip. Juices were pouring nonstop from her crotch right now. Her instincts as a cumdump were already beyond hiding. Her pussy was flooded, but like a racehorse with tunnel vision, she couldn't even feel it.
"I need you, Mom. And you'll need me too."
My fingers on her cheek slowly slid toward her lips. They were soft and moist. An Hyeonmi froze in place, unable to move. I gently caressed her lips with my index finger.
"Dojin... we can't... a mom and son..."
Her voice trembled, but her eyes held something else. Confusion, fear, anticipation... and heat. Slurp. Slurp. She was sucking on my finger without even realizing it. Lost in her arousal, she panted as she nursed on my digit.
"I... I want to fuck Mom's pussy."
"Hngh!"
An Hyeonmi clapped a hand over her mouth. Her thighs shook violently. Her horny pussy was already puffing out wet queefs, blurp blurp, eagerly awaiting cock.
I knew it. An Hyeonmi was holding back her ahegao. Her body was perfectly trained as a cumdump. I knew—from the cumdump training curriculum to the pussy arts she'd mastered. For a saintess, slipping into ahegao the moment heat hit was par for the course.
Josephine du Bois — Form 1.
The saintess, upon a certain amount of pussy juice flooding her cunt after entering heat, must spread her pussy wide and form V-signs with both hands while entering ahegao.
The hand over An Hyeonmi's mouth kept trying to spread her arms into a surrender pose. I knew that was the double peace sign for ahegao. It was the saintesses' pussy art, [Josephine du Bois].
Academy pussy art training was like mana-based martial arts. Depending on proficiency, it advanced from beginner, intermediate, advanced, to master levels, with each stage unlocking more complex and powerful techniques.
Why I loved the novel [Egenam, Surviving a Cult Academy]. Brainrot on top of brainrot—the king of brainrot. This novel proved that when brainrot crossed the limit, it became art.
...There'd never been brainrot like this, horniness like this. Pussy arts even had fucking schools?
[Josephine du Bois] was a prime example of the "technique-type" "pussy-style" pussy art.
Basic Types: Thrusting, sucking, shaking, etc. — foundational moves
Speed Types: Continuous thrusting, vacuum quick fellatio, premature ejaculation maker, etc.
Power Types: Womb exposure, mating press, labia glans choke, etc.
Technique Types: Weak point grasp, counterattack, hole switch, pussy wall wave technique, etc.
By School: Paizuri-style, pussy-style, anal-style, mouth-pussy-style, tongue-style, etc.
An Hyeonmi was barely holding back the double peace ahegao. She didn't want to show her son the face of a bitch in heat.
"D-D-Do... Dojin."
She stammered, trying to hide her arousal, but her body was too well-trained. My fingers trailed slowly down her neck.
"Heek♥"
When I reached her collarbone and the first button of her blouse, her tongue slipped out.
"Heee~♥ Hngh..."
She barely sucked it back in. Now her arms were spread wide. She was fighting with all her might not to clench her fists. The moment she did, the V-signs would form, completing the double peace ahegao.
"I'll undress you now..."
"Haaah♥"
With her arms spread, it was easy to strip her. I undid her blouse buttons without hesitation. The second one popped open, revealing a glimpse between her breasts. The edge of her black bra peeked out.
"No... Dojin, ♥♥♥ This... this is wrong...♥"
Her words said no, but her eyes were starting to burn with heat. Her breathing grew rougher. Her raised arms in surrender pose kept forming V-signs, then clenching into fists when she caught me looking.
"Be honest, Mom. Admit what your body wants."
The third button came undone. The top of her breasts was fully exposed now. Her ample tits were compressed, bouncy and firm inside the bra.
"Ah...♥ No... this...♥♥♥"
Her resistance was fading. In her eyes, I could see the wall of suppressed desire crumbling amid the confusion.
The fourth button. Her entire bra was visible now. The black lace contrasted beautifully against her flawless white skin.
"Look at me, Mom. I'm not that weak Hadojin anymore."
An Hyeonmi's gaze met my face. Her pupils rolled back to whites, then snapped down in panic. Her nostrils flared, desire blooming through the turmoil.
"D-Do... Dojin. ♥ Haaang~ ♥♥ We... if we do this, we can't go back. ♥♥♥"
She let out a moan. Her voice trembled.
"I know. I've changed. And you'll change too. You'll be mine now."
The fifth button. Her navel was exposed. I reached out, brushing her breast over the bra. A small moan escaped her lips.
"Haaaang...♥ Hnght.♥♥"
Her resistance was now just for show. The last button. Her blouse fell fully open, revealing her voluptuous breasts, slim waist, and flat stomach. A perfect figure that belied her mid-40s.
I stripped the blouse off completely.
"No...♥ If we... hnght...♥ No...♥♥"
Refusal spilled from her mouth, but her body screamed otherwise. Arms spread in V-signs, face twisting toward ahegao. Inside her jeans, juices soaked her inner thighs, glistening.
I stroked her back gently. One hand found the bra clasp.
"You can be honest now, Mom. You're a saintess. Born a cumdump, raised a cumdump. Now you'll be my cumdump."
"♥Haht... ♥♥No... Dojin... this...♥"
Her words lost strength. Eyes half-lidded, lips parted. Click. The bra unhooked, freeing her breasts. They jiggled firmly as the bra fell.
Her nipples were already hard.
"Heeek!♥♥♥♥"
An Hyeonmi cried out—not in fear, but ecstasy. I cupped her breasts gently with both hands. The soft, sweaty skin was even softer and firmer than expected. I teased her nipples with my fingers.
"Aaaahng!♥ No... haht... haht...♥"
Her moans filled the flower shop. Her hips bucked slightly against my touch.
"Be honest, Mom. Tell me what your body wants."
She was completely in my grasp now. Flames of desire burned in her eyes. Her lips quivered, and finally, she spoke.
"D-Do... Dojin...♥ Mom is... Mom is... Heeee~♥♥"
Double peace signs formed as her face twisted into vulgar ahegao. I pinched her nipples hard.
"Heeeeeeee~♥♥♥"
An Hyeonmi stuck out her tongue, hips writhing. Her thighs spread wide. Fully in heat, she'd transformed into a cumdump.
"What are you, Mom? Say it honestly."
Tears streamed from her eyes—not pain, but overwhelming pleasure and taboo thrill.
"Mom is... a cumdump...♥♥ Heeee~♥"
With double peace signs, she finally confessed.
"Yes... that's right.♥♥ I'm... a cumdump! The cult leader's cumdump...!♥ Hoooeeng~"
Her body shuddered with the admission. More juice poured from her pussy. Her blue jeans were soaked dark.
"From now on, you'll be my cumdump."
I declared firmly, yanking down her pants and thrusting my erect cock before her eyes. An Hyeonmi's eyes widened. Her pupils shook wildly. Lips parted.
"Hoooeeng~~♥"
Like a retriever waiting over 30 minutes for a treat, dripping pussy juice— the moment my cock appeared, she lunged and engulfed it.
"Chuboooob~♥♥♥ Puuuub♥"
The human suction cup began devouring my cock. I'd never felt such intense, vacuum-like suction.
