Mother and Daughter's Daily Life 83
On the pallet stacked nearly waist-high, Hana lay face down, her cheeks hollow and sunken. Yeong-ho removed the bell from the cumbersome cow ring piercing her nose.
He rubbed his thick shaft against the soft inner flesh of Hana's cheek and slowly rocked his hips.
“Mmmph… hnnngh… slurp…”
It was a situation one might call utterly miserable, yet Hana’s face flushed a deep, heated crimson. The words obedient… no, absolutely submissive meat toy fit her current state perfectly.
Yeong-ho had once truly cared for Hana. That was why, even when the mother and daughter begged for scraps and drew scornful glares, he had still helped them. He had been that sincere. But the fact that he had rented her for five coins felt incredibly awkward and shameful. He had wanted to act differently from the others, yet the sight of Hana’s face made it impossible to resist.
The pleasure rising from his urethra swept away any guilt in an instant. The sensation of her tongue and throat enveloping his glans was nothing short of heaven. He reached out and gave the ring piercing her nipple a light tug.
“Hnnngh… mmmph…”
Her nipples were already rock-hard; even the slightest touch sent her body writhing in ecstasy. With his cock still in her mouth, she looked up at him with pitiful, pleasure-drenched eyes.
That expression… that face is driving me insane… I’m about to cum any second…
Hana’s breasts, pressed beneath her, swayed gently. A simple nipple ring was no longer enough. Her plump, bouncy tits were made to be grabbed with both hands. He kneaded the massive breasts that overflowed his palms.
“Mmmmmm… haaaaaah…”
The soft, squishy texture against his palms drew a low groan from Yeong-ho. Even with his cock in her mouth, Hana breathed raggedly and clutched at his thighs. A long, transparent strand of saliva dripped from her lips. She was silently begging him to squeeze her breasts even harder.
As if reading her mind, Yeong-ho gripped her tits firmly and yanked them downward. His hip movements grew more intense. The grip was brutal enough that she would have once screamed and tried to cover herself, yet now Hana only writhed in pleasure.
Squeeze harder… please squeeze me harder… keeeek…
Hana gripped his thighs even tighter and hollowed her cheeks. Overcome with excitement, Yeong-ho unconsciously thrust harder, his glans slamming against the back of her throat.
“Khhrrk… kegh! Kek…!”
Tears streamed down her face from the pain, yet her tongue still clung desperately to his shaft. Yeong-ho abandoned her marshmallow-soft breasts, grabbed two fistfuls of her hair, and began slamming his hips with savage force. He wanted to keep groping those sweet, ice-cream-like tits, but he couldn’t have everything. He didn’t want to pull out. Hana’s mouth was the greatest sanctuary he had ever known in his life. He could feel his semen about to erupt from the tip.
“Khhrrrrrr… hnnnghhhh…”
At the brink of climax, Yeong-ho pulled his cock free. Hana stroked him like a whore—no, no whore could ever stroke a cock with such desperate sincerity. No woman would look up at him with such pleading eyes, licking frantically at his urethra with the tip of her tongue.
Splurt… splurt… glorp… glorp…
Thick ropes of Yeong-ho’s semen erupted across Hana’s face. The warm seed dripped down her sweat-slicked skin, glistening from the day’s grueling labor. Her face was flushed as if she had been slapped several times, her short hair disheveled, yet she still looked heartbreakingly beautiful and lovable.
Yeong-ho wanted to see this sight again and again. Hana, her face covered in his cum, noisily slurped and cleaned his softening cock. Even as it began to wilt, she kept the tip of her tongue pressed against his urethra, gently scraping and licking every drop.
Five coins? I wouldn’t even mind paying ten…
Without wiping the semen dripping down her face, Hana stuck her tongue out and licked his glans like a dog, polishing it until it shone.
“Haa… haa… Stand up, Hana.”
At his words, Hana wiped the cum from her face with the back of her hand and rose to her feet. She already knew exactly what Yeong-ho—and everyone who rented her—wanted. She placed her hands behind her head and spread her legs wide. Her eyes closed, long lashes trembling.
I’m not ugly… It’s okay… I’m beautiful…
Her smooth, hairless mound came into full view. Below her swollen, blood-red clitoris, her pussy glistened, drenched in her own juices. Even the obscene tattoo on her lower belly reading Cum Toilet Hana no longer filled her with disgust. Thanks to the heavy rings piercing her labia and clitoral hood, her lewdly erect cunt hid nothing at all. The white semen that had dripped from her face clung to the silver ring through her nipple.
Hana was in heat almost every single day. Covered in Yeong-ho’s cum, her burning body ached for someone to torment her quickly. It was her fate that she could no longer even choose her own sexual pleasure. Though her lewd slave life exposed her to ever more intense ecstasy, the only thing waiting for her beneath that pleasure was the dildo inside her prison cell.
There was still plenty of time until two o’clock. Yeong-ho, his underwear still hanging around his knees, stared blankly at her naked body.
“Turn around…” he murmured.
It felt as if Sang-hui, struggling beside the two large men, didn’t even exist. Yeong-ho was so utterly captivated by Hana’s nude form that he could almost believe the two of them were alone.
Hana turned and bent at the waist, folding her upper body so completely that she gripped her own ankles with both hands. From her dark anus to her dripping pussy, both holes were clearly visible, twitching invitingly. Below them, her heavy breasts hung like pendulums, and her slightly contorted face could be seen between her legs. Blood rushed to her face, turning it an even deeper shade of red as the cow ring dangled upside down.
I only told her to turn around, and she’s become this obscene…
The image of Hana in a white dress, smiling brightly as she took photos under the cherry blossom trees, flashed through his mind. Yet contrary to that memory, Yeong-ho slid his middle finger deep into her pussy. He brought his face close, as if drawn in, and began thrusting his finger vigorously.
“Haaaaang… aaah…”
Hana let out a sticky, lewd moan. He had only inserted a single finger, yet her juices were already flowing over the back of his hand. He added more fingers, one by one.
“Aaaah… Yeong-ho-nim… more… please put in more…”
His fingers increased from two to three, then four. With his left hand, he pressed and rubbed firmly against her anus, then slid lower to grab and tug the ring piercing her slick clit.
“Haaaaah!”
Even a light tug drew a sharp, piercing cry from her. Anyone would want to pull on that cum-soaked clitoral ring. He pressed his thumb firmly against her swollen clit and rubbed it hard.
“Haaah… haang! Haa! Heuuuuu!”
The posture Hana had maintained while gripping her ankles finally collapsed. She dropped to her knees, her naked body shuddering violently, then curled forward again. She pressed her palms and face against the pallet floor and thrust her ass high into the air. Hooking a finger through her clitoral ring, he relentlessly drove his other hand into her pussy.
“Aaaagh… aaaah, it feels so good, Yeong-ho-nim! Haa! Haa! Haa! Aaaagh!”
His right hand, fingers curled tightly, was just barely able to push all the way inside.
“I can’t hold back anymore, Hana…”
Yeong-ho pulled his fingers out and flipped her onto her back.
“Heeeeh… hnnngh… sluuuurp… chuup… chuuup… slurp… sluuuurp…”
Turning toward him, Hana gently held his wrist with both hands and licked and sucked his fingers clean. Her tongue moved faster and faster, as if determined not to waste a single drop of her own juices.
Yeong-ho soon pulled his hand away, kicked off his underwear and shoes. His previously spent cock was once again rock-hard, reaching all the way to his navel. He had never in his life cum twice in a row. Today was a first, but the sight of Hana’s face made it impossible to resist.
He stacked a few unfolded cardboard boxes beside the pallet and laid Hana down on top of them. Stripping off his t-shirt as well, Yeong-ho climbed on top of her completely naked. He pushed his tongue between her red lips. Hana spread her legs wide and wrapped them around his waist. Their passionate kiss grew deeper, more frantic.
Yeong-ho pinned both of her hands above her head, fingers interlaced. The wet sounds of their tongues grew louder as the kiss turned violent. In one swift thrust, he buried his cock to the root inside her dripping pussy.
His hips slammed forward powerfully.
“Haaaaaaaang…”
The lewd moan that escaped Hana only made him thrust faster. She clenched her inner walls tightly around his shaft, refusing to let go. With every movement, her vise-like grip created fierce resistance. Even as his cock felt like it was being squeezed raw, Yeong-ho pounded her even harder. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly in every direction.
“Khhrrrrk! Hnnng… hnnng…”
Inside her tight, scorching pussy, Yeong-ho’s semen exploded. He threw his head back, body trembling with climax, then collapsed on top of her. Hana gazed at him with tender, loving eyes and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his back, hugging him with all her strength. They kissed again, fiercely.
Yeong-ho eventually pulled his cock free. Thick white semen slowly oozed from her pussy. He showered her breasts with kisses, sucking and licking the soft, springy milky-white flesh. He even wrapped his tongue around the nipple ring and sucked hard.
“Hnnng… haa… haa… hnnng… haa… aaahng!”
Hana exaggerated her moans dramatically in response to his gentle aftercare.
If only he had fucked me just a little longer…
Pushing aside that small regret, she continued moaning loudly. When Yeong-ho tried to get up, Hana clung to his crotch and lovingly cleaned his cock with her tongue. He finally stood, picked up his underwear from the floor, and only then realized the two large men had been watching the entire time. He had been so lost in lust that he hadn’t noticed them at all.
“Whoa… two times in a row! Hyung-nim, your stamina is no joke!! Hahaha!”
One of the thugs, who had been filming them on his smartphone, laughed mockingly.
“Ah, I’m so fucking hard… Hyung-nim!! Why didn’t you go for a third round… tsk tsk…”
The other thug, sitting nearby with a cigarette in his mouth, chimed in.
Though both mafia thugs were large and brutal, they were much younger than Yeong-ho. Between the legs of the smoking thug, Sang-hui knelt in formal seiza position, desperately deep-throating his massive cock.
“Slurp… hngh! Kehek! Uuugh… kurrrk… keeeek… krrk… uuungh…”
With her hair brutally gripped and the enormous shaft forced all the way to her throat, Sang-hui let out constant, miserable groans.
Smack! Smack!
The thug with the cigarette slapped her breasts hard. Bound behind her back, Sang-hui cried tears but continued her oral service. Cum glistened and dripped from various spots on her face. To the security team and mafia, Sang-hui was practically free to use. The semen on her face belonged to the thug who had been filming. He had jerked off into her mouth while watching and recording Yeong-ho and Hana’s sex.
Without even being allowed to clean herself properly, Sang-hui had been shoved face-first into the crotch of the smoking thug. He glared down at her face, already covered in his friend’s cum, with clear irritation as she serviced him deep in her throat.
“Huuuuuuuuuuu…”
The thug exhaled a long drag of cigarette smoke directly into Sang-hui’s upturned face. Something clearly displeased him; his expression twisted.
“Suck it properly! Stop scraping with your teeth, you cum toilet bitch!”
He kicked her breasts and stomach with his knee and shouted. Grabbing her hair, he violently yanked the fallen Sang-hui back up.
“Haaaaah… I-I’ll suck it p-properly, sir… Please forgive me… aaagh!”
The thug yanked her nipple ring upward with brutal force.
“Krrrrk…”
He pulled until her entire breast lifted with it, stretching her to the limit.
“Not doing it right? You worthless old meat toilet! Shouldn’t you be grateful just to have a livestock mouth wrapped around a real cock?”
“Aaaagh! I was wrong! Kyaahhh… haaaaa… Thank you! Th-thank you for using this worthless mouth-pussy! Please, just once…”
The thug slowly ground the burning tip of his cigarette into Sang-hui’s breast. He focused especially on the tender underside of the flesh behind the breast, which had been pulled taut by the ring.
“Kyaaaaah! Haa… haa… krrk… p-please…”
Every time the burning ember touched and lifted away, Sang-hui screamed in agony. Small burn marks and black ash followed the curve of her rear breast.
“You’ll suck it properly now, right? If you keep sucking like a pathetic mouth-pussy, burning you won’t be enough! I’ll grind the cigarette directly on your tits! Kahaha!”
“Kyaaaaaaaak! P-please… just not the cigarette burns… sir, I’ll do better, I swear.”
Even as she begged, the thug had deliberately chosen the less visible rear side of her breast so their boss wouldn’t notice.
Hana, trembling in fear, climbed down from the pallet and dropped into a dogeza position. Every time she heard her mother’s screams, her naked body shuddered violently. The pain of the cigarette burns made Sang-hui wail so loudly she forgot that her nipples were being stretched to the point of tearing.
“Even among livestock bitches, you’re the lowest of the low cum toilet! Who the hell would care if a whore like you gets hurt?!”
He shouted loudly for no reason, then flicked the short cigarette butt to the ground and crushed it under his foot. Sang-hui, her face drenched in sweat, tears, and snot, pressed her forehead to the floor in a deep bow of gratitude before burying her face back into his crotch. The other thug simply watched in silence, offering neither help nor comment.
“I’ll be going now…”
Fully dressed once more, Yeong-ho deliberately ignored the violence against Sang-hui and handed the usage rights back to the thug with the smartphone. Wearing a pitying, sorrowful expression, he looked at the mother and daughter one last time before leaving.
“What are you doing, you brainless cum whore?! How long are you going to crouch there resting?! Get back to work!”
The thug kicked Hana’s ass hard. Her elastic buttocks jiggled as she tumbled forward.
“Aagh! I’m sorry! Sir… I-I’ll start right away…”
With cum still caked on her face and pussy, Hana hurriedly began carrying the plum syrup jars again.
“Khhrrrrrm…”
The thug’s cock slid out of Sang-hui’s mouth. Instead of her face, his white semen splattered across her breasts.
“It’s probably hot, so cool it down with my cum!”
“Hnnngh… thank you, sir… haa… haa…”
She used both hands to spread the semen across her chest as if applying lotion.
“Aaaagh…”
When her fingers brushed the swollen, bean-sized burns on the back of her breast, a dull, scorching pain made her cry out through tears.
Once again, bells were attached to the cow rings of the mother and daughter, who were both covered in semen. As if nothing had happened, Sang-hui and Hana picked up the small boxes and resumed their work.