A Mother's Devotion
A mother’s love, maternal instinct. In my apartment, the front-loading washing machine is installed under the sink, but since the nuclear war knocked out the power, it’s completely useless. On top of that, Jihye was occupying the bathroom, so my mother-in-law had to wash the clothes by hand in the kitchen sink. The bedsheet was too massive to wash entirely, so she was only scrubbing the stained parts. When the stubborn stains refused to budge, she set a pot on the portable burner and started boiling water.
"Mother-in-law, washing clothes like that makes you look like a blushing newborn bride." At my words, Kim Ye-jeong looked visibly pleased. They say a mother-in-law cherishes her son-in-law most, and seeing her happy made me happy too.
"Doyoung, is there any way I could be your primary wife instead?" she suddenly teased. *Haha.* A real man always responds to a joke with a witty comeback.
"How dare you! The laws of the land are absolute. Since when does a lowly maidservant covet the queen's throne? No matter how beautiful the maidservant may be, Minji is the sole queen of this Kingdom of Saro!"
"I know," Ye-jeong replied, the corner of her mouth curving up into a smirk. I had used the Kingdom of Saro—founded by my ancestors of the Park clan—to deliver a clever response, and her reaction was priceless. The shape of her eyes in that moment strongly reminded me of Jihye.
With absolutely nothing to do, I sat on the bed and stared out the window. *Thud!* A loud noise suddenly erupted from the kitchen sink. Startled, I whipped my head around to see the laundry basket overturned, wet clothes scattered all over the floor.
"Mother-in-law, is everything okay?" "It's nothing. I just slipped and dropped the basket by mistake." Well, she was only human. Even with over twenty years of experience as a housewife, anyone could make a mistake.
Once she finished the laundry, she set up the drying rack and began hanging the clothes. Just then, Jihye stepped out, fresh from her shower, and Ye-jeong headed in to take her turn.
"Jihye, go do the rest of the laundry. Your mother-in-law worked herself ragged scrubbing those sheets." "Why should I do it when Minji is right there? Didn't you say she's your primary wife?" Fuck. If she weren't a woman, I would have beaten her with a bat. I only let it slide because she was a female.
Annoyed, I boiled some ramen and ate lunch by myself. These fucking bitches were suddenly looking down on me. It wasn't just Jihye; Minji and Ye-jeong were doing it too. In times like this, I needed to heal my soul by looking at the sweet, gentle Jeong-a.
I crossed over to my apartment and greeted her. "Mother-in-law Jeong-a, have you had lunch yet?" "I ate a little while ago. Did you have a nice lunch, Mr. Doyoung?" "Of course. It was delicious. I have so many sweet girls in my room, they always set up a feast for me."
A real man has to act like he's living large even when he's got nothing. *That fucking piece of trash, Minji.* I went out of my way to give her some exercise, and she repays my kindness with hostility? And that bitch Jihye—she used to cling to me like glue, and now this? Even my sweet mother-in-law was suddenly acting so cold.
But Jeong-a was different. She was gentle and nurturing, just like my beloved mother, Madame Jung Seoyeon, who used to cradle me in her arms. *From today on, I'll call you Madame Jung Seoyeon the Second.* As I stood there grinning, watching Jeong-a go about her chores, Ye-jeong quietly slipped into my apartment.
"What brings you here?" I asked, my tone slightly harsh. Ye-jeong glanced toward where Jeong Hyeong-uk was chained, then leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered.
"Didn't you say I'm one of your branded women now? Isn't it only natural for a branded slave to follow her master?" Hearing those words instantly restored my mood! Yes, this was the life! A gorgeous beauty whispering that she couldn't live without me.
As I stood there admiring Jeong-a and Ye-jeong side by side, Jihye suddenly marched in, carrying Minji in her arms. Right in front of Minji's parents, Minji's brother, and her own parents, Jihye boldly began groping Minji's breasts through her clothes. Seeing the deadpan, solemn expression on her face, I wondered if she was finally coming out of the closet.
"Can I eat out this camping-beggar bitch? Or are you going to fuck her yourself?" *You don't even have a dick, what do you mean 'eat her out'?!* This crazy bitch was spouting such insane nonsense right in front of Minji's parents and her own.
Hyeong-uk and Ju-ho stared at Jihye, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads in sheer shock. Ye-jeong, on the other hand, looked at Jihye with a warm, benevolent maternal smile. For some reason, Jeong-a was staring at my crotch with the exact same gaze my mother used to give me when I was a child. And finally, Choi Ji-hun stood there, utterly dumbfounded!
"Jihye! What on earth are you talking about?!" Ji-hun, who had remained completely oblivious to my stealthy advances toward his wife Jeong-a, finally erupted in fury when it came to his daughter. But Jihye didn't give a damn.
"That impotent bastard took my virginity and leaves me to rot in an empty room every single night! He's constantly fucking other bitches!" "You... you..." Ji-hun stammered, completely speechless. Honestly, if my own daughter said something like that, I'd probably have a stroke too. I'd drag the son-in-law out and beat him to a pulp. Too bad that son-in-law was me.
"I wish I had been born a man!" Jihye suddenly stopped mid-sentence and glanced at me, checking my reaction. *Why the hell are you looking at me? If you were a man, I would've slaughtered you a long time ago.*
"How can a young lady speak so vulgarly? What kind of upbringing did you have?" Ye-jeong scolded her, adopting the tone of a stern mother. At that, Jeong-a glared fiercely at Ye-jeong.
"Shut the fuck up, you cafeteria lunch lady! You have a husband, yet you're constantly fooling around in the room right next to his! If I had broken in your backdoor last time, would you have become as submissive as Minji?"
"Listen here, little girl. This 'ahjumma' has pushed out two babies the size of your head. A tiny little baton like yours won't make me feel a thing."
"Ha!" Jihye let out a scoff of disbelief. But as she turned her head and locked eyes with Jeong-a, Jeong-a flinched and quickly averted her gaze. Come to think of it, last night when she was showering with Jihye, she had slapped Jihye across the face before retreating to my room.
*Slam!* Seething with rage, Jihye dumped Minji on the floor, stormed out, and slammed the door shut as she headed back to Minji's room. Or so I thought, until she kicked the door open again, dragged Minji by the arm, and hauled her away. I used to think Jihye was a terrifying bitch, but the more I got to know her, the more of a clumsy airhead she turned out to be.
"Ah— Ahhn— Ang! Ang! Ang!" High-pitched, desperate moans suddenly echoed from Minji's room. Minji was usually dead silent or barely made a peep, so this was highly unusual.
As I was pondering over Minji, a pleasant, soothing warmth suddenly wrapped around my back. It felt exactly like being embraced by my mother.
"Doyoung, you'll come with me, right?" A sultry, seductive voice whispered in my ear. Without even processing what she was asking, I nodded. Led by Ye-jeong, I walked back into Minji's room.
Inside, Minji was lying stark naked on the bed. Jihye was aggressively pinching her nipples and clitoris while thrusting her fingers deep into her wet slit.
"Do you honestly think you'd be treated as the primary wife if I hadn't broken your hymen back then? That absolute piece of human garbage would have slaughtered you on day one! What other redeeming qualities do you even have besides your virginity? If it weren't for me, nobody would even look at a pathetic loser like you!"
Minji might not realize it, but if Jihye weren't so drop-dead gorgeous and only looked average like Minji, I would have killed her a long time ago.
"Darling, the concubine is completely disrespecting the primary wife. As the head of the household, shouldn't you establish the proper hierarchy?" A voice as seductive as a succubus whispered in my ear. I was too busy basking in the sweet melody of her voice to care about what she was actually babbling about.
"Doyoung, you like this, don't you? I trained her perfectly so she's easy for you to consume. I even preheated her pussy, so all you have to do is slide right in." Jihye sobbed out. I didn't care about Jihye, but looking at Minji got me incredibly hard, so I crawled over and shoved myself inside her. Unlike earlier, Minji didn't let out a single sound.
Sigh, fuck. This entire day has been a total shitshow. My mood was completely ruined, so I just mindlessly pumped a few times, quickly blew my load, and pulled my dick out.
"Jihye, you have an enema kit, right? Clean out her ass. I'm taking her anal virginity today." "On it, darling~" Delighted, Jihye quickly retrieved a syringe enema from her bags, grabbed Minji, and dragged her into the bathroom.
I left the bathroom door open and watched Jihye perform the enema. "Ah— Ah-huk— Heu, heu-heu—" Even though my mood was shit, seeing a girl who looked like an innocent virgin whimpering lewdly while arching her back like a cat, her belly swelling up like a pregnant woman's, made my cock rock-hard again.
*Spank!* Jihye slapped Minji's butt cheek. *Spank! Spank! Spank!* With both of her cheeks flushed bright red, the sight of my semen dripping out from her hairless, smooth slit was like... it was almost like...
"Husband, it might get a bit messy from here, so wait outside for a second. I'll wash her clean and bring her out." Jihye winked, playfully sticking her tongue out. Even in a grotesque situation like this, her beauty was dazzling. If she weren't so exceptionally gorgeous, I would have been completely turned off, but I couldn't tear my eyes away from her pale, flawless face.
That intense, beautiful gaze... I stepped away from the bathroom door and lay down on the bed, but Jihye's starlight eyes lingered in my mind. It was the exact same look my mother had given me on her very last day.
As I closed my eyes, tears involuntarily spilled over. I quickly covered my eyes with my left arm. Minji's mother was still in the room, and I couldn't afford to show any weakness.
As I lay there in a daze, Jihye brought Minji back. She looked completely hollow, like a lifeless doll. Jihye positioned the doll on the bed, forcing her into a submissive cat pose.
I recalled the first time I had entered this room on Friday, facing this doll as a man. Back then, this doll had wailed so beautifully. Her petite frame was so reminiscent of my mother's.
Just like then, I thrust my family's sacred relic—passed down through seventy-four generations—into the doll's virgin canal. It was just like in 69 BC, when my ancestor descended upon Najeong and allowed Aryeong to receive the sacred bloodline for the first time. Twenty-five years ago, my mother must have performed this exact same holy duty to carry on the lineage of the Park clan.
"Aaagh! Aaaaah!" Minji's agonizing scream snapped me out of my delusions. Having never taken anything so thick before, virgin blood began to seep from her tight anus. *Squelch, squirt, squelch.* I slowly thrust back and forth. My vision was blurry, making it hard to see her face.
*Spurt!* I finally ejaculated. As I pulled my cock out of her backdoor, Minji collapsed, her eyes pooling with tears. Jihye approached, teasing Minji's nipples before giving her clitoris a sharp pinch. Then, she casually slipped her fingers into both her pussy and her anus.
"Do you find that so amusing? If it's that fun, let this 'ahjumma' have a try too." Ye-jeong, who had been watching Jihye, stepped forward and brutally shoved her fingers deep into Minji's pussy and anus.
"Uuuhuhu— Uhuuhuhu— Waahhh—" Minji suddenly burst into hysterical, uncontrollable sobbing. Ye-jeong pulled her weeping daughter into her arms, gently patting her back. "You just need to listen to your mother. Mommy will take care of everything."