Seduction of the Patriarch
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
"Ah... Just a little more...!"
Tang Suryeon was enjoying a moment of solitude, vigorously thrusting a carved wooden dildo into her own wet slit. While Tang Hwi had his sisters to satisfy his lust, Tang Suryeon had nowhere to turn for relief, especially now that Namgung Bu-ryun had been reduced to a vegetative state. Even as the Yin-Yang semen settled in her dantian, continuously stimulating her womb, Suryeon stubbornly endured the sensation, focusing entirely on her self-pleasure.
Tang Hwi's plan of neglect training was working flawlessly.
Gripping the carved dildo—which she had fashioned to resemble her son's thick member as closely as possible from memory—Suryeon frantically worked her own dripping canal. She was so intensely focused on the rapid, wet squelching that any onlooker would have worried her tender flesh might tear. Yet, despite her frantic efforts, her burning desire remained unquenched.
Spurt. Squelch.
"Ah...! Haaah... This isn't it..."
She finally reached a climax, but it wasn't the one she craved. It was a shallow, fleeting peak—no different from the mild release she had discovered as a curious young girl, rubbing her loins against the corner of a wooden desk.
Suryeon stared at the dildo she had carved with her own hands. It was a massive, menacing thing, now glistening with her own slick juices. Any ordinary woman would have feared being torn apart by such a monstrous size, yet it was still not enough to bring her the ecstasy she truly desired.
The memory of intertwining her body with Tang Hwi's, of their bellies pressing together, slowly crept back into her mind. The flood of pure pleasure that had made her see stars with every thrust; the way her hips had bucked on their own as his hot semen filled her womb, sending electric shocks through every nerve ending in her body. Though the aphrodisiac had played a part, it was the sheer ecstasy of being reduced to a mindless, heat-addled bitch before her own son's cock that she could not forget!
"Ah... Hwi...!"
She knew she shouldn't. Yet, as she caressed her own body—a body that could no longer reach a true climax without using her own son as fantasy material—Suryeon was overwhelmed by a mixture of self-loathing and forbidden thrill. A tempest of conflicting emotions swirled within her, paralyzing her reason.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
She began to thrust the dildo using the precise, lethal piercing motions of her own Butterfly Flight Bee Needle Sword technique. She drove the carved wood deep enough to strike her cervix, masturbating with desperate intensity. I didn't master the sword for this... she thought, yet she could not stop.
Pulling her heavy breasts upward, she brought her own erect nipples to her lips, sucking on them hungrily. Because she had inverted nipples, they rarely stood out so easily, but lately, they seemed to pop out at the slightest provocation. Suryeon knew this change had begun ever since she started using Hwi as her fantasy, but she deliberately ignored the truth, blaming it instead on the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac making her depraved.
After a long period of thrusting, heat built up along her vaginal walls, and a cool sense of release began to build toward another climax. Spurt... But this one was even more disappointing than the last. She had thrust into her sensitive, overheated canal before the afterglow of the first climax had even faded. Despite hammering her uncooled flesh, this release was pathetic. She knew all too well that there was only one way to quench this raging fire, but she simply could not bring herself to make that choice.
"Haaah... Should I just rape my ex-husband?"
Should she force a reaction out of Namgung Bu-ryun, who couldn't even open his eyes due to his shattered mind, and ride him? Even in that pathetic state, he still possessed a 'living cock,' didn't he? ...If anyone else knew, they would recoil in horror at her cruelty. But that was how desperately cornered Suryeon felt.
Her thirst for a real man's member only grew. Yet, perhaps because she had climaxed twice, her dripping juices finally slowed, and her erect nipples retreated back into her breasts. With her mind clear enough to suppress her lust, Suryeon prepared to finish her remaining paperwork and finally get some sleep.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Mmm?"
The sound of someone knocking on her door startled Suryeon on two levels. First, she was shocked that she had been so consumed by lust that she hadn't even sensed someone approaching. Second, she was stunned that the owner of that presence—her son, Tang Hwi—had come to her room in the dead of night without permission. In the highly private Patriarch's Pavilion of the Sichuan Tang Clan, even family members usually sent a maid to announce themselves unless a prior appointment had been made.
"Is that you, Hwi? What brings you here at this hour?"
"Mother, I'm sorry for the late hour. May I come in for a moment?"
"Of course."
Why would Hwi visit her in the middle of the night? Could it be that her son, too, had been unable to forget their night together? No, that's impossible. I'm losing my mind. Had her intense lust reduced her to thinking with her lower half? There was no way Hwi would come to ravish his own mother just because he was aroused. Yet, that certainty shattered into pieces the moment Hwi stepped into her room, walked right up to her, and spoke.
"Mother. What I am about to do is rape. So please, do not blame yourself."
"H-Hwi?! What on earth are you saying...!"
As Suryeon reeled in shock from his sudden bombshell, Hwi continued calmly.
"You know it too, Mother. Ever since the night we lay together—the night Father tried to ruin everything—neither of us has been able to sleep. We've both been tossing and turning, unable to forget."
"Hwi... you too?"
"Yes. I tried to act as if everything was fine, but I've reached my limit. Look at this."
"..."
The front of Hwi's trousers bulged prominently. An outsider might have thought he was clumsily hiding a weapon, but Suryeon knew exactly what it was. Seeing her son standing proudly before her, showing off the massive tent pitched in his pants, she realized he was entirely serious.
To be completely honest, as a woman, she was thrilled. What aroused woman wouldn't be pleased by a man who desired her body so much that he couldn't resist running to her? Yet, as a mother, she could not ruin her child's future, nor could she succumb to lust and violate the laws of heaven.
"I understand how you feel, so I shall overlook this transgression."
"So you reject me."
"Yes. Where in the world would you find a mother who willingly sleeps with her own son... Hwi?"
Gulp.
"...What did you just swallow?"
While she was speaking, Hwi had suddenly pulled something out and swallowed it. As a creeping sense of dread washed over Suryeon, Hwi smiled.
"Mother. I'm sure you've heard the reports that I took the aphrodisiac poison used by the Mudok Chae, removed its side effects, and began selling it as a stamina enhancer?"
"Yes. Why bring that up all of a sudden... Wait, don't tell me?!"
As she gasped in horror, Hwi nodded, his face flushing a deep crimson.
"Yes. I recreated the original poison—the one with all the side effects intact—and I just swallowed it."
"Have you lost your mind?! Do you truly not know the consequences of that poison?!"
The Mudok Chae's aphrodisiac was notorious for its side effects, which Hwi had previously demonstrated by using his Demonic Qi to drive the maids' lust to its absolute limit. Because of this, Suryeon was completely fooled into believing he had taken the toxic aphrodisiac rather than a harmless Immortal Pill. She mistakenly believed that if she didn't help him release his lust immediately, her son would be driven permanently mad by lust. Of course, Hwi knew there were no such side effects, which was why he had swallowed it without a moment's hesitation.
"If I didn't hold myself hostage, you would never have accepted me, Mother."
"Even so, how could you do something so reckless...?!"
Hwi stepped closer. She instinctively reached out to push him away, but realizing his body was in danger, she hesitated. In that split second of hesitation, Hwi pulled her into a tight embrace.
"?!"
Held tight in Hwi's arms, Suryeon let out a silent scream at the overwhelming presence of his thick, erect shaft pressed firmly between their bellies. The heat radiating from him was so intense she felt as if her skin might melt. Instantly, her lower lips twitched out of her control, weeping slick juices. Her body reacted almost reflexively, like a blushing young bride receiving her exceptionally potent husband.
A deep blush rushed to Suryeon's face as she realized her own reaction. Why did her son's embrace feel so incredibly warm and comforting? Though she knew it was wrong, her body responded not as a mother, but as a woman. His thick, muscular arms wrapped tightly around her, refusing to let go, and she felt a sudden, shameful urge to cling to him and beg for affection. She had felt it during their first encounter, but experiencing it now with a clear mind, Hwi's chest felt so broad and dependable. She wanted nothing more than to lean into him forever.
Rustle, rustle.
With practiced ease, Hwi began to strip away their clothes while keeping her locked in his embrace. He even utilized Void Grab—a telekinetic feat that high-level martial artists boasted of—to slip the garments off their bodies one by one. Suryeon remained perfectly still in his arms until they both stood completely naked. She knew she should resist, but... If I do, what will happen to Hwi...?
To save Hwi from the poison's side effects, he had to release his lust through intercourse. If the poison seeped into his bones and invaded his mind, he would become a mindless sex maniac, unable to live a normal life. But was that truly the reason she was staying still? Or was she just a depraved, lustful bitch using his reckless poisoning as an excuse to couple with her own son?
All her internal conflict vanished, turning her mind completely blank, the moment Hwi smoothly guided his rock-hard shaft into her wet canal.
Squelch.
"Ah...! Oh...!"
"This is me raping you, Mother. You have done nothing wrong."
"Hwi..."
His sweet, deceptive whisper peeled away the thick outer layer of her morality.
"W-we are mother and son...♡ We mustn't do this...♡"
Despite her words, Suryeon's eyes overflowed with pure affection as she tightly clamped her wet walls around his shaft, practically begging for more.