Ancestral House (5): Grasping the Once-Bent Flower

Once a flower was bent, grasping it was easy.

"Hurry up. For the lady of the house to not even mop properly—aren't you ashamed?"

"H-ha, but it's my first time..."

"Instead of talking, get moving. The floor's still dirty."

Hong Min-jeong, the mistress who once commanded the household, was now mopping like a lowly maid.

"Tsk, who told you to do it like that? I gave you specific instructions."

"……."

She squeezed her eyes shut at my words, flat on the floor as she mopped. Moments later, her face flushed with humiliation, she began wiggling her hips side to side.

When her hand with the rag swept left, her hips swung left. Right, and they swung right. The full moon layered beneath her elegant hanbok skirt became my personal eye candy, shaking this way and that.

I'd told her it was to inspect her attitude toward housework as the lady of the house.

"What a uselessly huge ass. Trashy compared to Eun-bi’s pretty one."

In truth, it was just to tease her—the woman men had only dreamed of possessing.

"M-must you mention Eun-bi...?"

Her face reddened at the degrading words, and she protested. Not because a younger man was mocking her under the pretext of attitude inspection—she couldn't dare object to that. It was because I'd brought up Eun-bi.

"To show such a sight in front of Eun-bi... Don't you know my dignity is your dignity?"

She truly wanted to maintain her refined madam persona in front of Eun-bi. But showing sincere feelings only exposed weaknesses to others.

"I see. Then I'll have Eun-bi evaluate your attitude instead. She would be better at judging mopping, after all."

"Ah, no... I spoke out of turn... Forgive this lowly wench, as befits a bold man... I'll wiggle this uselessly huge, trashy rear as you commanded..."

I ruthlessly struck her exposed weakness, and she bowed her head, resuming her mopping with obedient compliance. Even as her elegant hanbok disheveled. Even as eyes fixed on her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shaking hips.

She couldn't defy me, diligently doing as ordered. After savoring the sight for a good while, the wooden floor gleamed spotlessly.

"That's enough now."

"Hoo..."

She stopped at my words, letting out a heavy sigh of exhaustion. Just mopping, but thrusting her hips side to side vigorously the whole time—it was bound to be tiring. She wasn't used to it; in reality a actress, under hypnosis the house's madam. No way she was skilled at such motions.

Of course, no mercy for that.

"Now for the finishing touch. Remember what I said earlier? Once the work's done—"

"Yes. I must greet the man of the house. I know, I know. Hoo... Wait. Just a moment. I'm too out of breath, but I must..."

She panted heavily, truly spent, so I let her catch her breath. Normally, I'd press harder here. But I held back, knowing it. She'd suffered enough humiliation already.

A bent flower wouldn't bloom again even with water, but its gratitude could prove useful someday.

After a while, she straightened up. Panting breaths. Sweat-soaked hanbok clung, revealing her heaving breasts with each respiration. I glanced sidelong and prompted her.

"Time to do it, right?"

Without fixing her disheveled hanbok, she moved. Hands clasped, she slowly bowed. Pressing her forehead to the floor—a full deep bow.

"This lowly woman... greets the master... Thank you for guiding this wretch..."

A formal bow reserved for elders, given to the one she believed her son. Her voice trembled with extreme shame, naturally.

Forehead crushed to the floor, she continued in that pose.

"As a mere woman... when greeting, I place my head to the floor... Except when coquettishly pleasing the master, this useless head... stays pressed down, never lifted... A woman... must not think for herself... She follows only the master's commands..."

With that, keeping her upper body down, she slowly raised her lower half. Her massive hips, contrasting her slim waist, lifted high.

"All that's useful to this wretch... is her utterly lowly ass... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠When greeting the master, I raise it high... like this... That's the proper greeting for a man..."

Like a yoga cat pose, hips thrust up, she wiggled them as she spoke. A refined beauty in elegant attire, striking such a vulgar pose. She must desperately want to stop, but without my permission, she held it.

Again and again, forehead to floor, hips wiggling—only my words let her compose herself.

"That's enough. You've fully learned how a lady should behave toward the man of the house. I'm pleased as your son."

"Thank you... Please continue teaching this lowly wench proper conduct... This wretch will learn and learn from the master's guidance..."

Bowing her head, pledging obedience—it tempted me to strip her and take her right then. But,

"Please tell my husband that his unworthy wife has been well-educated..."

Her final words stopped me. Her submission lasted only while the scenario held. I was permitted only to educate her—and even that, because her husband had tasked me with it.

"Tch... What now."

I muttered quietly, gazing at her kneeling, looking up at me.

No way to proceed without breaking the scenario? The rest was fine. Forcing Namjon Yeobi ideology on a Joseon-era madam who saw me as her son was fun. Eun-bi serving me politely as a maid was cute. The historical drama speech... annoying, but tolerable as role-play.

"But this won't let me go further."

The son setting blocked advancing. No matter how conveniently scripted, lines ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like 'Know how to be filial, right?' wouldn't fly.

"I'll take my leave then."

"Yes... go on... Sigh..."

No answers from brooding inside, so I decided to leave. At my words, she sighed in relief. Stealing glances, waiting for me to go—far from her earlier dignified mistress air.

Some might be ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠satisfied just reducing her to that. But,

"I want more."

I wanted gasps of delight from that woman, not relief. Not now, but next time, definitely. Resolved, I left the room.

"In the end, only checking the MC OP is the answer."

I entered a nearby small room and checked the app settings.

Nothing changed from before. Just one addition: house rule change.

"Nothing better than Namjon Yeobi anyway."

Even with the option, it seemed useless. I'd chosen Namjon Yeobi immediately from the list for a reason.

"They're all just good sayings."

The house rules in the [House Rule List] were all off.

"……."

Humanly, this was too much? I wasn't here to actually build a family.

What use forcing me to pick these as house rules?

"Gun Ga Subok and Samjong Jido—I don't even know what they mean."

If they'd at least translated, but just tossing words left unknowns unknown.

"Still, might as well check, just in case?"

I didn't know hanja, but maybe something useful was there. Hoping so, I searched meanings.

"Uh...?"

Gun Ga Subok was useless, but Samjong Jido was different.

Obey father in youth, husband after marriage, son after husband's death.

In other words,

"No husband means she obeys me?"