Drawing a Temporary Brand
Jihye shoved her way between Ye-jeong and me, crawling onto the bed. She rubbed her ass against my crotch over my clothes, but when that didn't seem to work, she openly began to massage it with her hand. But my junior refused to stand. Ye-jeong, still in handcuffs, watched the spectacle with an amused smirk, while Jihye looked increasingly irritated. Jihye stormed out of the room, only to return a moment later dragging Jeong-a with her.
"What's gotten into you? Why the sudden urge to take a bath with your mother? You haven't wanted to bathe with me since kindergarten." Jeong-a noticed me and offered a greeting. "Hello. Son-in-law? Husband Park? Or... Mr. Doyoung?"
"Just pick one. 'Husband Park' gets confusing because of Mother-in-law Ye-jeong, so just call me Doyoung. It's not like Jihye and I actually registered a marriage, right?" Come to think of it, I'd told Ye-jeong to call me Doyoung too, but she just kept calling me 'Son-in-law Park' whenever she pleased. It was the same with Minji and Jihye. Neither of them called me 'Master'—they just addressed me however they wanted.
"Well then, Doyoung, if you'll excuse us for a moment? My daughter has always been so tomboyish and never threw tantrums growing up, but now she's suddenly acting so sweet and clingy." Is this woman completely oblivious, or is she just playing dumb? Jihye looked like she was ready to murder someone, and her mother thought she was "acting sweet"?
"Oh my, why are you in such a hurry? Let Mommy take her clothes off first, stop pulling~" The rushing sound of water echoed from the bathroom. It sounded like Jihye had dragged her mother inside, stripped down, and started showering together. Unfortunately, the officetel was too small to have a proper bathtub; it just had a showerhead attached to the sink. At least there was a mount on the wall for it.
"Kyaah! Where are you touching?! Stop it! Mommy's going to get angry!" Hearing those incredibly erotic sounds instantly got me hard. *Slap!* A sharp sound like a cheek being slapped rang out, and the water suddenly shut off. Moments later, Jeong-a stormed out of the bathroom, barely dry, her clothes thrown on haphazardly and her face flushed with anger. *Slam!* She left without a word, slamming the door behind her.
Then came Jihye. Stark naked, her left cheek burning red, she stared at me with dead eyes, her lips curled into a forced, hollow smile. "Husband, you're finally hard. We can do it now, right?"
Yeah, well... looking into those psychotic eyes of hers made my dick instantly go soft again. Jihye's gaze drifted downward, taking in the pathetic sight. Feeling incredibly embarrassed, I averted my eyes and looked elsewhere. "Hey, Minji... do we have any more grape juice? I couldn't drink any last time because you poured it all over the weeping fig, but I suddenly have a craving for it."
Minji silently poured some grape juice into a cup and handed it to me. As expected of my primary wife! My wife is the only one who truly looks out for me. My mother-in-law watched this exchange in silence. As a man of refined social etiquette, I couldn't bear this awkward atmosphere any longer. "Well, now that I've drunk the juice of love from my wife, maybe I should go get some exercise? Minji, make sure to prep your 'lower juice' too. Ah, just kidding. Don't prep it."
When I made that joke about her "lower juice," Jihye glared at me, giving me a mini heart attack. Since I had my dagger tucked in my shirt, I just opened the door, slipped out, and took refuge in the hallway. I'll just sneak back in when it's time to sleep.
Wednesday, March 23. Perhaps exhausted from going to bed so late the night before, Park Doyoung fell right back asleep on the bed after eating breakfast. Choi Jihye stared down at him with the doting eyes of someone looking at an adorable puppy. She gently stroked Doyoung's hair, petting him as if he were a soft cat. Ye-jeong glared at Jihye with utter disbelief, while Minji stared blankly at the floor, completely indifferent. Eventually, Jihye left Minji's room, prompting Ye-jeong to speak to her daughter.
"Are you really okay with this? Doyoung did say you were his primary wife, didn't he?"
"I don't care about any of that. I don't need it either."
"You're going to regret that attitude. No matter how useless it might seem right now, having a title is always better than having nothing. Honestly, I envy you." Only then did the daughter look up at her mother, her eyes clouded with confusion. "What about Dad, then?"
"I'm just speaking hypothetically. It's not like I'm saying I'm going to divorce your father." Silence fell between the mother and daughter once more. Kim Ye-jeong sat on the edge of the bed and spoke. "How much of a difference is there really between the floor and the bed? Yet, some people risk their lives just to climb up to this tiny height." Ye-jeong looked down at Minji as she spoke. Having never truly suffered the harsh storms of the world, Minji couldn't quite grasp the weight of her mother's words.
Ah, waking up after a good nap made me feel alive again. When I opened my eyes, my fucktoys were getting along swimmingly today as well. Jihye was cuddling and teasing Minji in her arms, while Ye-jeong lay in bed, snuggled up against my chest. Is it really okay to have this much peace in the middle of an apocalypse? And with three fucktoys to boot! But they say for a man, the newest woman is always the most beautiful, right? To be honest, Ye-jeong and Jihye were far superior in the looks department, and even compared to someone of similar looks, Minji had youth on her side. Yet, for some reason, my dick kept itching for a fresh, unpenetrated pussy. I decided to head over to my own apartment (Room 209) for the first time in a while to check on Jeong-a.
The moment I stepped inside, Jeong Hyeong-uk glared at me. He probably had to listen to the sounds of his wife getting plowed by me next door every single night. After a brief glare, he quickly cast his eyes back down to the floor. And Jeong Ju-ho was also staring at the floor, but as I approached the bed, his eyes lit up with perverted anticipation. He had seen me smack Jeong-a's ass to wake her up this morning, so he was probably hoping for another show. On the bed, Lee Jeong-a was sleeping soundly, cuddled up with Choi Jihun. Well, it's a good thing if a mother-in-law gets along with her husband. But wait... why does Jeong-a look more and more like Minji lately? Originally, she had a plain face similar to Minji's, but with a height and figure closer to Jihye's—making her feel like a hybrid of the two. But lately, she seemed to be de-aging rapidly. Her face was looking more and more like Minji's by the day. I wondered if she wore the same kind of panties as Minji too.
Overcome by sudden curiosity, I lifted the hem of her nightgown to sneak a peek at her underwear. They were cute, bright yellow panties with a little chick pattern. This middle-aged lady sure knew how to appeal with cuteness. Any real man with a dick between his legs would rape her right here and now, wouldn't he? Ah, wait. No. She isn't Minji's mother; she's Jihye's mother. If I rape her, Jihye will absolutely lose her mind. And if Jihye throws a tantrum, I won't be able to handle it. Honestly, I'm not even sure I could beat her in a fight. Unlike my trash-tier Brand trait, her Whip Mastery is a pure, high-tier combat skill! Besides, I saw it firsthand last time—when she gets pushed over the edge, she'll attack me even with the Brand active! To be brutally honest, if Jihye had been a guy, I wouldn't have been able to brand him. He'd probably be some handsome bastard who loved women, so I would've had to ambush him in his sleep or poison his food to put him down. If that motherfucker were a man, he would have 100% raped Minji even if she was my wife. Fortunately, she's a woman. I can control her through the Brand. Though, to be fair, even as a woman, if she weren't so drop-dead gorgeous, I probably would've killed her anyway. She's clearly a psychopath, and not knowing what she might do is genuinely terrifying. No, it's not because I'm scared. Absolutely not. I'm just a respectable boss who doesn't lay hands on the mother of his loyal subordinate. Yes, that's it. A good leader respects his subordinate's family!
Still, seeing her cuddled up with another man felt like watching Minji in someone else's arms, which annoyed me. So, I gave her breast a quick squeeze over her clothes before leaving. Squeezing it over her bra didn't feel all that great. And even though she was average size for a Korean woman, she felt tiny compared to what I was used to with Ye-jeong. But because they were small, it actually reminded me of touching my mother's breasts when I was a kid, which made it even better. When I was really young, my mom would just look at me dotingly like a puppy when I touched her breasts. But once I turned ten, she started hating it. Said it was creepy now