If You Eat the Eggs, You Must Eat the Chicken
"Mmph! Mmph!"
Minji stared up at me lovingly. Or should I say she looked at me pitifully? I couldn't really tell the difference.
She probably wanted me to peel off the tape on her mouth and untie the nylon cords binding her wrists. Since her husband had just returned from a hard day's work outside, I gave my waiting little wife's breasts a good, thorough squeeze. Minji squirmed, looking like she was about to die of pleasure.
I scooped her up, carried her over to the bed, laid her face down across my lap, and gave her ass a few affectionate slaps. I peeled the tape off her mouth to hear what she had to say, but once she was free, she kept her mouth shut. Watching from the side, Jihye was absolutely loving it, letting out a quiet chuckle.
I was starving, so I scanned the kitchen for something to eat, but there was nothing but instant ramen. What kind of girl doesn't even keep a stocked pantry? Minus ten points from her Primary Wife score.
I headed next door to my own apartment and grabbed some spaghetti noodles, pasta sauce, an onion, and a small chunk of meat.
I finely minced the meat, drizzled some cooking oil in a pan, lightly tossed the chopped onions, and then threw the meat in to sauté them together. After boiling the noodles with a pinch of salt, I tossed them into the pan with the onions and meat, poured the sauce over it, and stirred it all together. As I whipped up the spaghetti, I couldn't help but wonder why the hell I was the one cooking when there were two females in the room.
I turned to Jihye and asked,
“Do you even know how to cook anything?”
“I can make ramen,” she replied.
Right. I shouldn't have expected anything from a former school bully.
“Minji, why don't you have a single ingredient in your apartment?”
Minji ignored me.
“Do you want to talk after a beating, or do you want to talk now?”
Only then did she mutter an answer.
“Because by the time I get home from work, I'm too exhausted to cook.”
And she thought I cooked because I had energy to spare? I only did it because eating out was too expensive.
Jihye, on the other hand, lived with her parents, so she probably just ate whatever her mother made for her.
“By the way, Jihye, where is your place? You seem to get back and forth pretty quickly.”
“You know Baekhap Mansion right behind this officetel? I live on the fourth floor there with my parents.”
Once we finished the spaghetti, I was about to order Minji to do the dishes when I realized her hands were still tied. She'd managed to eat pretty well with her hands bound like that.
“Minji, I'll untie you. Go wash the dishes.”
While Minji washed the dishes, I pulled Jihye into my arms, kneading her breasts and ass. She squirmed happily against my chest, clearly enjoying the attention.
As we were relaxing, Minji suddenly spoke up.
“Did something terrible happen outside? Earlier, there was this massive roaring sound, the ground shook like an earthquake, and the windows rattled so hard I thought they'd shatter.”
“Pretty sure it's a nuclear war.”
“What? A nuclear war?”
Minji gasped, her eyes wide. I knew she was a bit slow, but she seriously hadn't figured out it was a nuclear blast after all that?
Jihye chimed in.
“Then what do we do now?”
“Who knows? Maybe we should evacuate somewhere far away from Seoul.”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“Minji! It's your brother! Open up, quick! We have to run right now!”
Someone was suddenly pounding on the front door.
“Minji, you don't happen to have a boyfriend, do you?”
“No, that's my older brother.”
“Jihye. Get ready to put another one down.”
Minji looked at my blood-spattered clothes and turned pale, desperately grabbing my arm.
“Master, please, no! Don't kill my brother!”
Her breasts were small, but as she rubbed them against me in her panic, it put me in a slightly better mood. I decided to grant her request.
“I won't kill him, don't worry. I'm just going to subdue him.”
Hearing that, Jihye readied her handcuffs.
“You open the door,” I ordered.
Jihye swung the door open. The young man standing outside flinched in surprise at the sight of her police uniform.
Jihye drew her revolver and barked,
“Hands up! Don't move! Get on the ground!”
As the man hit the floor, she commanded,
“Put your hands behind your back.”
She swiftly cuffed his wrists behind him.
The guy was completely bewildered, unable to process what was happening. But in his urgency, he didn't even notice me standing right next to Minji and just shouted to her,
“Minji, we have to get out of here now! Just grab the essentials and get downstairs! Mom and Dad are waiting below!”
“Your parents?” I muttered.
Minji answered my unspoken question.
“They probably drove over in their camper van.”
Well, she wasn't Jihye's mother, so Minji's mom probably wouldn't be that hot.
Still, I couldn't just let them go. I decided to head downstairs with Minji and Jihye.
I turned to Jihye.
“Tie him up with some nylon cord and bring the handcuffs back.”
As her own brother was being bound, Minji stood by meekly. Perhaps she realized she was powerless to stop it, or maybe she was just completely intimidated by her former bully, Jihye.
I slid Minji's skirt up and slipped my hand inside her panties. She remained perfectly still.
“Looks like my cum is still resting nicely inside your womb, huh? Hehehe.”
Minji kept her mouth shut, offering no reply.
Arming myself with just a concealed dagger, I headed down to the first-floor lobby of the officetel with Jihye and Minji. A camper van was parked right outside the entrance, and a middle-aged man was stepping out of its open side door. Likely due to the nuclear blast earlier, the streets were completely deserted, and even the convenience store was locked up tight.
Inside the camper van, I could see what looked like a homemade crossbow, already loaded with a bolt.
“Minji, hurry up! Where's your brother? And who are these people with you?” the man, who was clearly Minji's father, called out.
Right then, Jihye drew her revolver.
“Drop the weapon and get on the ground!” she commanded.
Minji's father was quick-witted. Ignoring Jihye's order, he lunged back inside the van to grab the crossbow. If he managed to bring that thing out, we'd be in deep shit!
I instantly drew my dagger, pressed it against Minji's throat, and roared,
“Hey, old man! Freeze right there if you don't want to watch your daughter die!”
The man froze instantly.
He slowly and meekly laid face down on the ground. I reached my hand under the lower left side of Jihye's tactical vest, giving her soft flank a quick squeeze before pulling a pair of handcuffs out of her lower-left pouch.
I pulled his hands behind his back and clicked the cuffs shut.
“Minji's father, please stand up. Let's head inside.”
Since he was my Primary Wife's father, I decided to use polite honorifics for now.
We stepped inside the camper van, and my eyes fell upon a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a form-fitting Dongtan Missy Look. She looked slightly older, but in terms of pure looks, she was easily on par with Jihye.
“Minji, did you have an older sister?”
“That's my mother.”
They didn't look alike at all. Aside from being on the shorter side, her mother had massive tits and a fat ass—unlike Minji.
Of course, being a civilized man, I kept those thoughts to myself.
Looking around the camper van, there was a table, a long sofa on the driver's side, and a smaller sofa opposite it. Toward the back, I could see a bed and a small bathroom.
“First, Father, take a seat on that small sofa over there.”
I then pulled Minji's mother's hands forward and locked her in Jihye's other pair of handcuffs. Draping my arm over her shoulders, I guided her toward the long sofa, sliding in deep and forcing her to sit right next to me.
With that, I began my interrogation of Minji's parents.
“First of all, what brings you here?”
“A nuclear war just broke out,” Minji's father replied. “We came to get our son and daughter so we could evacuate together.”
I hated listening to a man's voice, so I turned my attention to the female.
“But Mother, you look incredibly young. Father does too, for that matter. How old did you say Minji was again?”
“Twenty-one,” Jihye answered.
Ah, right. She was Jihye's classmate.
“Mother, why don't you tell me? How old are you?”
When the bitch remained silent, I forced the female to make a sound.
“Thirty-nine,” she whispered.
“How is that even possible?”
“Juho's father and I were in the same grade at the same high school. We started dating, and I gave birth to the twins, Juho and Minji, in December right before graduation.”
“Mother-in-law, you don't need to speak so formally with me.”
Having satisfied my curiosity, I slid my left hand down from her shoulder, squeezing the soft, tender flesh of her upper arm.
After fondling her arm, I slipped my hand around her back, sliding it under her armpit to cup the side of her breast.
Gasp!
Minji's mother let out a startled gasp.
“You son of a bitch! What do you think you're doing?!”
Seething with rage, Minji's father tried to kick off the table and stand up, even with his hands cuffed behind his back.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
But Jihye immediately whipped out her baton and beat him down with practiced ease, quickly silencing him.
I slid my hand up Minji's mother's skirt, stroking her bare thigh.
Inhale!
Minji's mother sharply sucked in a breath, while her husband glared at me in silent, murderous fury.
I flipped her skirt up to inspect her panties. They were red lace mesh.
“Hey, lady. Were you planning on having a wild night with your husband today?”
Flustered by my crude teasing, Minji's mother's face flushed a deep crimson.
I tried to strip off her one-piece dress, but since her hands were cuffed in front of her, it wouldn't come off. Instead, I just hitched the dress up to her chest, exposing her bra. Sure enough, she was wearing a matching red lace bra.
“Wearing lingerie like this is basically an invitation. It's not a crime to take what's being offered, right?”
“Aaargh!”
The old man forgot his lesson and tried to lung at me again. This time, Jihye pulled out a nylon cord. In what seemed to be a new application of her mana skill, sparks of electricity crackled along the cord, shocking him instantly.
"Ugh!"
It didn't seem to paralyze his muscles like a Taser, but rather inflicted agonizing pain like a stun gun, rendering him completely unable to move.
I kneaded Minji's mother's breasts over her bra. They were incomparably larger than Minji's petite chest, and easily dwarfed Jihye's average-sized ones.
*Sob... Hic...*
Hearing her weep reminded me of when I first violated Minji, so I decided to play with her a bit.
“You're not crying 'Why me?' like your daughter did. What, have you been used like this plenty of times before?”
Minji's mother glared at me, her eyes flashing.
“You... you raped my Minji?”
“Yeah, so what are you going to do about it? Hehehe.”
I chuckled mockingly, and she glared at me with pure hatred.
I pushed her bra up, exposing her bare breasts. After squeezing them for a moment, I leaned down and began to suck on her nipples. Her desperate squirming only made me harder.
“What's your name, lady?”
She refused to answer, only glaring.
*Slap!*
I slapped her across the face. It wasn't that I wanted to hit her, of course. We were in the middle of a nuclear apocalypse, after all. Sometimes, emergency measures were necessary.
“Do you want to take a few more slaps before you talk, or do you want to just answer me now?”
Frightened, Minji's mother finally squeaked out an answer.
“Kim Ye-jeong.”
“A pretty name, just like your face and body.”
When I leaned in to kiss her, Ye-jeong clamped her lips shut. I pinched her nose shut, forcing her to open her mouth to breathe. The moment I thrust my tongue inside, she tried to bite down. I pulled back instantly, but she still managed to nick me.
*Smack!*
Reflexively, I punched her hard in the jaw. The blow seemed to shatter her spirit; she just lay there, tears streaming down her face, completely giving up all resistance.
I dragged Ye-jeong toward the bed at the back of the camper van. Minji watched us with a pitiful, helpless expression.
I threw Ye-jeong onto the bed and was about to mount her when I noticed Jihye. She had pulled the petite, cute Minji into her lap, squeezing her tiny breasts with her left hand while her right hand slipped under Minji's skirt, groping between her thighs.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I can't let my husband have all the fun, can I? I'm enjoying myself in my own way,” Jihye replied playfully, calling me her husband.
Minji looked like she was on the verge of tears. It made sense—her mother was about to be violated right in front of her, and she was being sexually harassed by her former high school bully.
With her hands cuffed in front, her dress pushed up to her neck, and her bare breasts exposed, Ye-jeong lay on the bed. When I grabbed her legs and tried to strip off her panties, she began to thrash wildly. Seeing her daughter being groped by another girl seemed to have snapped her out of her daze.
“P-please... not in front of my husband...” she begged.
Even in a situation like this, she didn't even know how to swear. Her pure, chaste housewife act only made her more incredibly arousing. Hehehe.
I pinned Ye-jeong's legs up, using raw strength to overpower her and pull her panties down past her thighs. Since she was a mother of two grown children, she was completely unshaven, her bush thick and lush. Well, I suppose that was just proof of a faithful, chaste housewife. Plus ten points to her Primary Wife score.
Just like I did with Minji, I thrust my cock straight into her pussy. Perhaps because she had already given birth twice, it slid in much easier than it had with her virgin daughter.
*Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!*
"Ah! Ah... Nnh!"
As I hammered into her, Ye-jeong let out soft, rhythmic whimpers in time with my thrusts.
“Ye-jeong, I'm going to make a little sibling for Minji!”
“N-no, you can't!” she cried out.
My teasing threw her into a panic.
Regardless of her protests, I flooded her womb with my seed.
*Spurt! Splurt! Splurt!*
“Ah...”
Feeling the warm fluid fill her, Ye-jeong went limp, completely giving up.
Jihye, who had been watching the show with great interest, seemed to have lost interest in Minji. She tossed her onto the floor of the camper van and crawled over toward me.