A Filial Son's Devotion
During a training session that felt more like a live duel, an unexpected accident had occurred: Tang Hwi's groin had been completely exposed. While Tang Suryeon froze in utter self-loathing after experiencing a brief, sudden climax from the sight, Tang Hwi had quickly pulled up his pants, apologized for the intrusion, and scrambled away. Ever since that moment, Tang Suryeon had been unable to maintain her composure, her mind completely blank.
When she had been delirious under the influence of the aphrodisiac, she had thoroughly enjoyed her son's member. But now, she was completely sober. Yet, even in her right mind, she had laid eyes on Tang Hwi's flaccid but still monstrously large manhood. Tang Suryeon, who already possessed a naturally high libido, found herself plagued by the vivid image of his thick shaft floating before her eyes, refusing to leave her thoughts.
Realizing that her desires had only grown more intense lately, she wanted to writhe in shame. If there were a mouse hole nearby, she would have gladly crawled inside and hidden herself away for years. That was how utterly chaotic and tormented her inner state had become.
'To climax just by looking at my own son's member...! This goes beyond being a nymphomaniac; I've utterly failed as a human being!'
Even now, her burning body—unable to fully release the heat built up from that brief climax—relentlessly conjured the image of Tang Hwi's thick cock, which had been seared into her mind. She could still feel the thick, musky scent of a mature male lingering at the edge of her nose, teasing her senses.
Utilizing her accelerated cognition as a master of the Transcendental Realm, Tang Suryeon rushed through her administrative duties at breakneck speed. Then, highly uncharacteristically, she retreated to her bedchamber right in the middle of the workday. She didn't even bother to adjust her disheveled robes from the duel or change her clothes. She simply collapsed onto her bed, sprawling out as if everything in the world had become too much of a chore.
...No, not everything was a chore. Her hand slowly began to drift downward.
"Mnh... To think the Patriarch of one of the Five Great Clans would resort to such a shameful act during working hours."
Though she reproached herself, her hand did not stop. Slowly but steadily, her fingers slid down to gently grasp the hem of her qipao, gradually bunching the fabric upward. In inverse proportion to the rising hemline, more and more of her pale, voluptuous thighs were exposed to the cool air. Soon, the skirt was pushed past her hips, bunched up around her lower abdomen, revealing the skimpy underwear hidden beneath.
She had gone out of her way to purchase the kind of revealing lingerie that only the courtesans of the Honglu would wear, solely because it was easy to strip off. It was an incredibly vulgar admission, but since she had been spending so much time in heat lately, Tang Suryeon desperately needed these skimpy garments. Less fabric meant they were incredibly easy to remove.
The underwear, which barely covered half of her groin and buttocks, was held together by thin strings tied at her hips. Untying the knots, she slipped the fabric off, tossed it aside, and plunged her fingers deep into her wet slit.
"Mmm..."
Squelch... Squelch... Squelch...
Normally, she would have tried her best to masturbate without thinking of Tang Hwi. But perhaps because she had just seen his thick, serpent-like cock in the training hall, she couldn't help herself. Imagining that massive shaft growing even larger and thrusting into her—just like it had when she was delirious under the aphrodisiac and 'had no choice'—Tang Suryeon began to vigorously pump her fingers inside her dripping folds.
Yet, her internal heat showed no signs of cooling. The fire raging in her lower abdomen was entirely beyond her control.
'If only... if only Hwi would at least use his fingers on me... No, what on earth am I thinking?!'
Dripping thick, viscous arousal like a starving beast salivating over a feast, Tang Suryeon lost herself in her self-pleasure.
*Squelch, squelch, squelch.*
"H-Hwi...! Do we really have to do this here? Ah, nnh!"
In a secluded corner of the Patriarch's Pavilion garden, hidden behind a massive tree, Tang Ga-hui was having her wet slit thoroughly toyed with.
Pressed back against Tang Hwi's chest, she wasn't wearing any underwear. Her skirt had been rolled up to her lower abdomen and tied in place, leaving her lower half completely bare. In this scandalous, half-naked state, she leaned into Tang Hwi's embrace while his fingers relentlessly worked her dripping folds, making wet, squelching sounds.
He teased her mercilessly, sometimes tracing the ribbed contours of her vaginal walls with gentle, deliberate strokes, and other times raking his fingers roughly as if to tear through her defenses. Normally, she would have easily enjoyed this level of intimacy, but right now, she was in a bind.
And for good reason.
"D-Do you really have to make your sister pee herself right here? Ah, mnh... mmh."
"Shouldn't we, the masters of this estate, provide the tree with some water, sister?"
Tang Hwi was actively pressuring her to urinate right there. He had caught her on her way to the restroom, dragged her into the shadows, and immediately began kissing her while fondling her wet slit. Then, out of nowhere, he had suggested they "water the tree" and told her to let it go.
At first, she wondered if Tang Hwi had lost his mind, but when her beloved younger brother pleaded so earnestly, she found it impossible to refuse. Still, even though she had agreed, urinating in front of the man she loved was naturally a deeply embarrassing act.
As he pressed his lips to the hesitating Tang Ga-hui, melting her resolve and lowering her guard, Tang Hwi chuckled inwardly.
'The first step is always the hardest.'
If they kept crossing boundaries one by one like this, she might eventually agree to stroll through the Patriarch's Pavilion garden completely naked for some roleplay. It was a taste that went beyond vulgar into downright degenerate territory, but Tang Hwi couldn't help it. After repeating the cycle of reincarnation countless times, he had developed an immunity to ordinary pleasures.
In the beginning, he had resisted the taboo of incest, but he eventually accepted it, realizing that maintaining a normal life and marriage would be impossible anyway. This was no different. He had to indulge his degenerate desires to a certain extent to keep from losing his mind. If he suppressed them blindly, there was no telling what kind of Heart Demon might seize him.
"Go on, sister."
"Hngh...!"
His finger pressed firmly against her sweet spot deep inside her wet canal.
"Go pee-pee~ Just let it go~"
"Pee, pee..."
A sudden gush of vaginal juices erupted. And a moment later...
...Trickle, trickle.
As she urinated against the tree, Tang Ga-hui's face flushed so crimson she looked like a ripe strawberry.
*Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.*
"Ah, nnh! Haaah...! Hwi...! Hwi-yaaa!"
Tang Suryeon's face was flushed with deep color. Exactly two days after accidentally seeing Tang Hwi's cock, she had reached the point of masturbating while vividly imagining her son's member.
She had even gone so far as to carve a wooden dildo by hand, shaping it to replicate his size as closely as possible based on her memory of when she was drugged. Thrusting the homemade wooden toy into her own tight canal, she simultaneously fondled her own breasts.
Because her breasts were so exceptionally large, she only had to cup and lift one to easily take her own nipple into her mouth. She suckled and nibbled on her right breast while her left hand roughly kneaded and squeezed her left breast. Meanwhile, her right hand vigorously pumped the wooden dildo—carved in the likeness of Tang Hwi's cock—deep into her dripping wet slit.
She looked exactly like a bitch in heat, but Tang Suryeon couldn't help herself. Her body was simply too hot to bear. Conjuring Tang Hwi's face in her mind, she recalled the beast-like son who had ravished her on the mountain path while she was drugged, driving herself wild with the memory.
Yet, she could not replicate the sheer ecstasy of that moment. Even though she was stretching her canal with a wooden dildo far larger than Namgung Bu-ryun's member, and biting her own nipples hard enough to leave marks, it still wasn't enough.
*Squirt. Squirrrrt.*
"Hngh...!"
It was more than enough to bring her to a climax, but...
'To think that doing it with Hwi felt so much better...'
Her slit still tingled with unsatisfied itchiness, and her womb throbbed with a dull ache as if protesting that this wasn't the real thing. But she couldn't exactly go and ravish her own son, could she?
*Squish.*
"Haaah..."
With a deep sigh, Tang Suryeon began to masturbate once more in the solitude of her room.
*Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.*
"Ah, nnh! B-Brother..."
"What is it?"
"This is too lewd... Ah, haah!"
Tang Hwi and Tang Ga-in were coupling as they always did. However, this time, they were doing it with almost all their clothes on, having only removed her underwear. Tang Hwi had suddenly burst into her room, stripped off her undergarments, and immediately began pounding his cock into her.
By now, she didn't even need foreplay to take him; her wet canal had long since molded itself to the exact shape of Tang Hwi's thick shaft. The problem was that even though they were coupling with only her underwear removed, Tang Hwi was insisting she go about her daily routine as if nothing were happening.
"Ah, nnh! Mmh, haah...!"
"What's wrong? Are the words not registering?"
"How am I supposed to read a book in this state...! Ah, ahhh?!"
*Sluuurp.*
Grasping the waist of the complaining Tang Ga-in, he slammed her down onto his lap. Tang Hwi was currently sitting in a chair, with Tang Ga-in straddling him. Reading a manual on throwing weapons was part of her daily routine, but trying to read calmly while being impaled by Tang Hwi's cock was an impossible task. His member was simply too cheat-like.
The thick, burning rod of pure Yang energy filled her inner flesh to the absolute brim; just having it inside her was enough to make her pant and climax easily. With such a monstrous thing buried deep inside her, lightly bouncing her hips and rhythmically tapping against her cervix, how could she possibly maintain her composure? To put it bluntly, she truly believed that even if he were to snatch a random woman off the street and ravish her, the victim's body would instantly betray her, writhing and grinding against him like a nymphomaniac.
And what's more...
*Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.*
Gradually increasing his speed, he began to thrust in earnest. As if the chair were getting in his way, he pushed it back and stood up. Supporting Tang Ga-in's thighs with his thick, muscular arms, he began to pound his cock into her in a standing carry. Although she could comfortably lean against him as if he were a chair, how could she ignore the massive, thick shaft relentlessly hammering up into her wet slit?
Just having that thick pillar part her flesh and scrape against her vaginal walls was already an overwhelming pleasure. But now that he was thrusting with serious intent, a dizzying, mind-numbing ecstasy surged through her. Under the sheer violence of his cock repeatedly slamming against her cervix, practically begging her womb to be impregnated, Tang Ga-in instantly went wild with lust.
"Ah, nnh! Ah, aaah...! My pussy feels so good...♡ Pound me harder... Brother♡"
The smirk on Tang Hwi's lips deepened.
"As much as you want."
*Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.*
It was no longer a substitute for a chair; it was a pure, airborne lift-and-thrust.
"Ah, ahhh!♡"
It was a starkly contrasting daily routine for mother and son.