The Filial Duty of the Patriarch
Tang Hwi gripped Tang Suryeon’s waist, forcing his thick, heated member between her thighs. He moved with a deliberate, agonizing slowness, dragging his length across her inner flesh, savoring the moment with a predatory indulgence. Though Tang Suryeon felt a flicker of resentment at being teased so mercilessly while he remained composed, she couldn't bring herself to truly hate him. Instead, she could only offer him a look of pained, desperate longing. That gaze, reflecting her inner turmoil, reached Tang Hwi clearly. With a deep, knowing smirk, he aligned his glans with the entrance of her sex.
As his soft, sensitive tip pressed against her folds, Tang Suryeon tensed, her thighs clamping down instinctively. They were no longer in the safety of the Patriarch’s Pavilion, where their secrets could be kept behind locked doors. They were elsewhere, engaged in this obscene act while the shopkeeper—who knew exactly what was happening—remained just outside, feigning ignorance. To not feel a thrill of terror in such a situation would be to question one’s own sanity.
"Mother, I’m going in."
"...Don't say a word. I'm already so incredibly ashamed."
Since she asked for silence, he gave it to her. With a wet, rhythmic shlurp, Tang Hwi thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion.
"Agh-oh!"
Tang Suryeon’s waist buckled forward. She pressed her hands against the bronze mirror, her body trembling like a newborn fawn. The sensation of him piercing her so deeply, his soft glans prodding against her cervix, was something she could never grow accustomed to. And then, Tang Hwi pushed further. He drove his hips forward as if determined to bury his very roots inside her, forcing her to press her upper body flat against the mirror. Her massive breasts were crushed against the cold surface, spilling out to the sides. They were so voluminous that they bulged like overstuffed steamed buns. Finding them truly delectable, Tang Hwi began to thrust, his hands kneading her side-breasts as he moved.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
"Ah...! Ah, aah, haaak! This, it feels so good.... My son’s member, it feels so good!"
Intercourse in a place other than their usual sanctuary offered a strange, intoxicating sensation. The knowledge that someone was fully aware of their depravity, yet they were doing this so brazenly, provided Tang Suryeon with a unique, electrifying tension. It was as if a jolt of pleasure, equal to a moment of enlightenment, was being poured directly into her brain, setting her mind ablaze. The sense of moral decay—committing incest with her son in a stranger's shop—and the thrill of walking such a precarious tightrope burned her thoughts until they were nothing but white noise.
"Mother, does it feel good?"
"Mm, mmm...! It does. Doing this lewd act with my son in someone else's shop, it feels so good...!"
Her sex, tightened by the sheer intensity of her nerves, gripped his member more fiercely than ever before. Having long since been conditioned to fit Tang Hwi perfectly, her body now felt as though it were being thoroughly ravaged in a way that was entirely new.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
He thrust deeply, aiming for the root. Her pubic bone naturally collided with her ample buttocks, creating a chorus of obscene, wet sounds. But even more intense was the shock of him slamming into her cervix, a sensation that made her very internal organs quiver.
'I-I can't disperse the impact...!'
Because her upper body was pressed so tightly against the mirror, the shock of every thrust radiated directly into her viscera. Tang Suryeon worried, in all seriousness, that she was developing a depraved habit. Was she becoming someone who enjoyed being bound by his thick arms, treated like a mere tool for his sexual gratification?
Perhaps it was the intuition of a master. With a sudden, forceful movement, Tang Hwi truly bound her in his grasp.
"Kyaa?! Ah, son?! What is this indecent position?! What are you doing to your mother...!"
"It's a position that women who enjoy being ravished love. I'll try my best to make sure you enjoy it too, Mother."
"You don't need to try for this...!!"
It was a position of total submission. A style where both man and woman faced the same direction, a feat that could only be attempted if the man was truly well-endowed. Tang Suryeon was deeply flustered. He hooked his arms behind her knees, pulling her body tightly against his, while his hands locked behind her head, pressing down to keep her immobilized. It was a position so lewd that she couldn't even twitch, let alone escape. Even for Tang Suryeon, who had survived countless battles to become the Sword Empress, this was a level of humiliation she hadn't anticipated.
Of course, whether she was flustered or not, Tang Hwi didn't care.
Shhh-guck.
"Oh-god!"
Tang Hwi began to pump his member into her, bouncing her up and down like a tool.
"St-stop...! Son, this is dangerous...!! Oh-gog?!"
Just as she had feared, the impact could not be dispersed. The pleasure of his thrusts echoed through her body in its rawest form. The combination of Tang Suryeon’s weight and Tang Hwi’s immense arm strength made for a rhythm that was driving her insane. Her womb throbbed, and her heart hammered against her ribs. Whether she was a master of the Profound Realm or not, being subjected to such violent intercourse reduced her to nothing more than a female animal. His member alone was a weapon capable of turning countless women into beasts, but with his added technique, it was closer to a tactical weapon of mass destruction.
"Oh! Oh-gog! St-stop...! H-hng?! Son...! Mother is going to die...! Oh-gog?!"
How could it not be a tactical weapon when it had reduced a female master of the Profound Realm to a tool for scouring his member, unable to even resist? The most obscene thrusting she had ever experienced, even more than in the Patriarch’s Pavilion, overwhelmed her. With every downward drop of her weight and his massive member thrusting upward in response, Tang Suryeon could do nothing but clench her sex around him.
'Th-this won't do.... I'm going to break...!'
She tried to lift her head, which had been forced down, but she couldn't. She struggled, trying to break his hold and escape, but then—she froze. Her own reflection in the bronze mirror finally entered her field of vision, and Tang Suryeon’s eyes widened to the point of popping out. There, she saw herself, bound by Tang Hwi’s arms, reduced to nothing but a vessel for his pleasure. Despite her face being a mess of tears and snot, she saw it.
'I'm... smiling.'
A smile of a woman overcome with bliss was etched onto her lips. Perhaps because the low-quality mask she wore was peeling away from the moisture of her tears and sweat, the gap revealed her upturned mouth. Realizing she was smiling, Tang Suryeon was struck by a different kind of shock. Seeing herself in the mirror, being ravished by her son in such a lewd position and yet finding joy in it, she realized the truth.
'If a man has a member as magnificent as my son's, it doesn't matter if I'm his mother—I'm just a woman to him.... And I, despite being his mother... am nothing more than a mere girl.'
She tore down the fences of common sense she had built throughout her life and stepped outside. Stepping barefoot beyond those boundaries, she accepted a new flow of thought. From the moment men and women were divided, the hierarchy had already been set. Realizing that this was the truth, the reality, Tang Suryeon decided to do her best to be loved by her male.
The change in her mindset was immediate.
"Oh-h♡ Son♡ Thrust harder, thrust more♡ Oh-oh-gog♡"
"Even more than this?"
"Yes. My son’s member... it feels so good♡"
Even as she felt like a fish pierced by a harpoon, trapped in his arms with his member buried deep inside, Tang Suryeon admitted to herself that she loved this position. She clutched his member tightly with her inner muscles. Within his embrace, she began to shake her hips on her own, sucking his member into her sex with rhythmic, wet sounds.
"Will you show your filial piety to your mother with your magnificent treasure?"
"Of course! Mother! Mother...!"
"Oh♡ Oh-gog♡"
Shlurp-shlurp-shlurp-shlurp.
He ravaged her sex with a lewd, insulting rhythm that no man should ever use on a woman. He patted her sex with a masterful, grinding motion that felt like he was scouring her very soul. The rough yet strangely considerate, lust-filled thrusting caused Tang Suryeon to spray her juices without pause. The shopkeeper would have quite a time cleaning the love-fluids splattered all over the bronze mirror later.
"This must be what you like, Mother, since you love your son's member so much...! Hng! Hup!"
As her internal transformation manifested externally, Tang Hwi realized the moment was ripe. He poured his energy into his thrusts, unleashing his power. He matched his rhythm to Tang Suryeon, who was wiggling her hips on her own, and hammered into her. His glans slammed into her cervix with such force that it made a loud, slapping sound. If she hadn't been a martial artist, and one who had reached the Profound Realm at that, she would never have survived such violent thrusting. If she had been a commoner, she might have suffered internal bruising or, at worst, ruptured organs. But Tang Suryeon’s body, tempered to the point of earning the title Sword Empress, accepted his member with ease, sublimating every ounce of the violence into pure pleasure.
"I'll use you plenty from now on! Mother’s sex... I'll make sure it becomes my exclusive toy...!"
"Haa-ng♡ My son, your filial piety is so deep...! Mother is so happy♡"
"You're getting pregnant." Tang Hwi declared.
"You're getting pregnant today, Mother...!"
It wasn't a suggestion like last time. This time, it was a coercive command. At his unilateral demand, Tang Suryeon sucked on his member, which had slid in smoothly, and acted with coquettish charm.
"A-ah. My son's baby♡ Please, make me pregnant! Make your mother pregnant, my son♡"
"Mother! I'm coming!"
"Haa-k♡ Please, fill me up inside, my son♡"
Her sex clung to his member stickily. She bit down on him, leaving no space, as if determined not to let a single drop of the seed she was about to receive go to waste.
Clench.
Overwhelmed by her sincerity, as she squeezed his member with a grip that shouldn't have been possible,
"I'm coming!"
"Oh-gog♡"
Fwuuu-shhh. Fwuu-rrr-rrr-shhh. Fwuu-pyuu-rrr-shhh.
Tang Hwi flooded her womb with sperm, overflowing with the instinct to propagate.