A Dutiful Son's Devotion
For Tang Suryeon, life had always been a simple repetition of daily routines. Training diligently to reach a higher realm as a martial artist, fulfilling her duties as a member of the clan, and managing the family's affairs as the Patriarch. That was essentially the entirety of her existence. Even after giving birth to three children and eventually divorcing Namgung Bu-ryun due to his atrocious behavior, her daily routine had remained largely unchanged.
"Phew. Good work today, Mother."
"...Yes. You worked hard as well."
To be more precise, it had remained unchanged—until a few days ago.
Tang Suryeon stole a glance at him. Having just finished sparring and instructing him in martial arts in the training hall, she found herself seeing Tang Hwi in a completely new light. Unlike her, a master of the Transcendental Realm, he was in the Master Realm; merely clashing blades with her exhausted his mental energy and left him drenched in sweat. While he wasn't completely soaked, the thin training robes he wore were damp enough to cling tightly to his skin, rendering them nearly translucent.
No, they weren't quite see-through yet. Rather, the sweat-soaked fabric clung tightly to the contours of Tang Hwi's well-defined muscles. Furthermore, her nose reacted with sudden sensitivity to his masculine scent—something she had never consciously noticed before. She had never been like this, but ever since Tang Hwi had 'ravished' her here in the Patriarch's Pavilion, her subconscious mind kept drifting toward him.
Her eyes traced his broad, dependable shoulders. Previously, she had merely viewed them as the well-developed frame of a promising martial artist, but now, she couldn't help but think how attractive they made him look as a man. His pitch-black hair, lacking the greenish tint typical of those who practiced poison arts—likely because his technique was centered on Mind Poison—seemed strangely softer and healthier than her own. The contrast between his sharp, piercing eyes and the gentle smile playing on his lips painted him as an incredibly charming man.
Realizing all of a sudden that Tang Hwi had grown into such a magnificent man rather than just a martial artist, Tang Suryeon felt a sudden wave of heat wash over her.
What am I doing, evaluating my own son as a woman would a man?!
What happened at Mudok Chae was an accident. Tang Hwi ravishing her was also an accident. Such a thing must never happen again. He wasn't some stranger; he was her son. How could she even think of using him to satisfy her lust? If the world ever found out, they would face condemnation from all sides. It would leave an indelible stain on the prestigious reputation the clan had built over generations. They would be branded as beasts who engaged in wretched incest.
No matter how hot her body burned, she could always summon a male courtesan to relieve herself. While that would still be highly problematic for someone of her standing, it was infinitely better than a mother and son committing such unspeakable acts together.
"Mother."
Tang Suryeon flinched. Lost in her thoughts, she snapped back to reality at the sound of Tang Hwi's voice. Looking up, her body shuddered. In his hand, Tang Hwi held the exact same pill as before. Before she could utter a single word, he tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it whole. The pill's efficacy was terrifyingly potent; almost instantly, the front of his trousers began to bulge as if they were about to tear open. There was no way Tang Suryeon could mistake what this meant.
"Aren't you being a bit too cruel?"
"W-What do you mean?"
He wore a hurt, disappointed expression, making Tang Suryeon genuinely wonder if she had done something wrong. As she hesitated, Tang Hwi closed the distance between them. Even though common sense dictated she should push him away, she stood frozen, completely paralyzed by apprehension. Tang Hwi pressed himself against her side as if linking arms, and then, his large, thick hand slipped past her waist to commit a wicked deed.
Slipped through the high slit of her qipao, his hand boldly grabbed a massive handful of her voluptuous backside. Squeezing and kneading the soft flesh that threatened to swallow his fingers whole, Tang Hwi murmured, "You wear such a provocative dress, and every time we clash swords, you exude a sweet, intoxicating scent like an aroused woman... Did you honestly think I would be able to endure that, Mother?"
"N-No...! I only wear this because it's easy to move in... Ah, mnh..."
"Ever since the day we coupled, my eyes have been drawn to you constantly. Starting with this soft, plump backside."
His hand slid lower, caressing her thick, fleshy thighs.
"Your long, elegant legs."
Sliding back up, his hand lightly brushed against her mound before rising to firmly grasp one of her massive breasts.
"And these beautifully shaped, enormous breasts."
Stepping behind her, Tang Hwi wrapped his arms around her, using both hands to toy with her breasts. Even through the fabric of her dress, they yielded completely to his touch, feeling as soft and pliable as freshly steamed buns.
Squeeze.
"Hyaah?!"
"How could I possibly hold back? Even if you are my mother, we've already shared our bodies. How could I just pretend such an alluring woman doesn't exist and move on?"
"Ngh, my son...!"
Utilizing the Void Grab, he undid his belt and let his trousers fall to his knees. His rock-hard shaft, now fully exposed, was pressed gently against the valley of her buttocks through her qipao—right into the deep crevice of her lush backside. Tang Suryeon's mouth fell open at the sheer obscenity of Tang Hwi rubbing his massive member against her backside while simultaneously fondling her breasts.
"Ah... Hngh! Mnh, ah... Ahh..."
It was so warm that it felt as if a pillar of pure fire was pressed against her backside. The scorching heat radiated through her cleft, causing her lower lips to secrete juices even more greedily. Her wet folds practically begged to have this heat thrust into her front opening rather than just rubbed against her rear.
"Ah, ngh. Son... My son...! S-Stop...! Mmph!"
Tang Hwi reached up, grabbing her chin to turn her head. Forcing her face around, he captured Tang Suryeon's lips with his own. What began as a light kiss quickly deepened as his tongue pried her lips apart, flowing his saliva into her mouth. It should have disgusted her, yet for some reason, Tang Suryeon found his saliva incredibly sweet and delicious.
As the teasing continued, the intensity escalated. What started as fondling over her clothes soon progressed to Tang Hwi parting the back of her qipao and sliding his shaft inside to rub against her bare skin. He frictioned his cock between her tight qipao and her skimpy undergarment, which barely covered half of her buttocks, while simultaneously sliding his hand inside her dress. Grasping her bare breast, Tang Hwi pulled his lips away and gazed down at her flushed face.
"You aren't wearing a breast band. Was this your signal for me to touch you? Forgive me for taking so long to realize."
"That's not it... Your mother simply... found the undergarment uncomfortable..."
Having inverted nipples caused a fair share of inconveniences. Moving around in tight undergarments caused sweat to pool at the tips, much like the crease beneath her breasts. Furthermore, when nursing, the nipples wouldn't protrude easily, making breastfeeding an arduous chore. On top of that, as a martial artist, Tang Suryeon had to move vigorously. Consequently, as a minor rebellion, she had occasionally gone about her day wearing only her qipao without a breast band. Old habits die hard; even now, she occasionally spent her days braless. Though lately, she had been leaving it off simply because her breasts kept leaking.
Squeeze. Knead. Pinch.
As he fondled the clan's finest agibaptong, Tang Hwi used his finger to press down on her protruding nipple, pushing it back inside. The moment he withdrew his finger, it popped right back out. Fascinated by this anatomical marvel, Tang Hwi repeatedly pressed and released it while grinding his shaft against her backside like a beast in heat.
"Ngh. Son...! Your mother's breasts are not toys...! Ahh!♡"
"I've never treated them as toys. How could I ever treat my own mother's breasts with such disrespect?"
"Ahhn?!"
Following his sweet, honeyed words was a wet, sucking caress as Tang Hwi nibbled on her earlobe. He gently bit down on the soft flesh, his tongue darting inside her ear canal. Experiencing earlobe stimulation for the first time in her life, Tang Suryeon nearly fainted. It was incredibly foreign, yet the goosebumps-inducing sensation made her body writhe uncontrollably. She had reached an orgasm. Merely from the heat against her backside, the hands kneading her breasts, and a slight bite on her earlobe, she had succumbed and climaxed. Even though it was only a mild peak, Tang Suryeon found the result hard to believe.
This feels even better than when I used a dildo...! And he hasn't even touched my private parts yet!
Without her folds even being touched, her body had reached a climax solely from Tang Hwi's touch and the warmth of his shaft. Was it because it was Tang Hwi doing it? Or was it because she was too inexperienced and lacked technique? Her contemplation did not last long.
Squelch.
"Mnh-ah...!"
Before she could even recover from the afterglow of her climax, Tang Hwi plunged his shaft deep inside her. Tang Suryeon's body remembered exactly what came next. Instinctively, her wet walls clamped down tight around his cock.
Squish, squish, squish, squish.
A series of insolent, heavy thrusts followed—actions so audacious it was hard to believe they were being directed at his own mother.
"Mngh! Ah... Haaah!♡ My son's cock...♡ It's so incredibly hard...!"
"I love your soft, warm walls too, Mother."
"Haaah...! It's... it's hitting the very depths... Ahh!♡"
Tang Hwi gripped her waist with his thick hands, driving his hips forward in a vulgar, relentless rhythm. His thick, elongated shaft not only filled her to the brim but also struck her cervix repeatedly, causing her to spray her juices. Climaxing again and again with every deep thrust, she soiled the floor of the training hall with her sweet fluids.
"Ngh... Ahh... I-I shouldn't be doing this... Ohh!♡ My son's cock feels too good... I can't pull away...♡ Ahhn."
"I'm glad to hear that. I'll work even harder for you."
"Ngh... Ahhn...!"
As he 'ravished' Tang Suryeon, Tang Hwi felt his usual composure waver for the first time in a while. The taboo nature of incest already provided an incredible rush, but the tightness of her lower body—perfectly conditioned as a master of the Transcendental Realm—carried the exquisite flavor of a fully ripened, mature woman. Leaving no gaps whatsoever, her inner folds clung greedily to his shaft, refusing to let go.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
The sensation of his shaft scraping against her begging, clinging walls as he thrust deeper was enough to push even Tang Hwi to his limits.
"Hyaaaah!♡"
"Mother, I'm about to cum...!"
"Fill me... You can fill me!♡ You need to release the medicine's heat...! Ahh!♡"
Her giving him permission to creampie her under the pretext of discharging the medicine's heat made Tang Hwi's shaft swell even larger and harder.
"Haaah!♡ I-I'm climaxing—!"
It was just moments before he would release his seed inside her.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Mother~ Are you in there?"
At the sound of the knock and the voice calling out to her from outside the training hall, Tang Suryeon's heart nearly stopped.