The Daughter-in-Law's Humiliation - The Beginning of Change
Eon Garyeong stared at Hwangbo Mujin with a cold gaze. "Really... they say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and I suppose that's not wrong."
She approached the bed and sat on its edge, her fingertips lightly tapping the bulging front of his pants.
"Did my husband truly inherit his father's blood? To think he'd suffer from some kind of deviation side effect like this... Hoho! Just as that man revealed his true nature after becoming the family head, perhaps Father is only now showing his real self?"
Her fingers traced circles around the rounded head of his glans, stroking it gently. Then, suddenly, her eyes narrowed.
Squeeze!
She gripped the middle of Hwangbo Mujin's shaft tightly.
"If the son's a horny mutt, where else would that bloodline go?"
Any sane man meeting Eon Garyeong's gaze would have gone limp instantly. Her eyes were that fierce. With her hand clamped around him, she could feel the throbbing pulse in her palm. Despite his paralyzed, pathetic body, this one part pulsed with the vigorous energy of a young man.
Eon Garyeong wore a chilling yet meaningful expression as she pulled down her father-in-law's pants.
Spring!
The moment the fabric slid down, his member bounced upward. Normally, a daughter-in-law seeing her father-in-law's manhood would be unthinkable, but she had witnessed it several times recently. Despite the fame of being the strongest in the world, her father-in-law's cock wasn't particularly large. Come to think of it, her husband was the same—despite his massive Hwangbo clan build, his manhood fell short. Perhaps their large frames simply made it look smaller by comparison.
Like father, like son—the size was nearly identical. It looked to be about five inches long.
She grabbed her father-in-law's cock firmly. Since the seizure had come, someone had to take care of it.
Her long fingers wrapped around the shaft, stroking up and down with practiced movements. True to her cold nature, her hand carried a slight chill rather than warmth. It was a new sensation the other maids had never given him, but Hwangbo Mujin couldn't register any of it.
The shock from his daughter-in-law's words had rattled his mind. Combined with the seizure that followed, his unconscious final defense mechanism began to crumble. The blood energy that had been seeping in reared its head, and inside him, a collision far greater than the physical spasms was unfolding.
Eon Garyeong—the terrifying matriarch and cold-hearted woman who symbolized fear to so many. No one could have imagined her stroking her father-in-law's cock like this.
Her hand moved faster. Schlick, schlick, schlick... The wet sounds grew louder.
"Look at you, twitching like a dog in heat from your daughter-in-law's hand. Does it feel good?"
She pumped him even harder.
"Father, I asked if it feels good. Or rather, seeing this precum beading at the tip... you're exactly like him. Getting hard from your daughter-in-law's hand, while your son... that man is probably heading to his sister-in-law's room again tonight, isn't he?"
Thinking of her husband seemed to ignite her anger. Her stroking grew rougher, more violent. After pumping him aggressively for a while, her fury still unquenched, she spat out in a venomous tone, "Hah, what a fucking dog," and released his cock.
Then she spread one arm wide to the side.
"You should have taught your children properly."
Slap!
"You useless old man."
Smack!
"Father."
Slap! Smack—!
With every icy word, she whipped her open palm across her father-in-law's cock like she was slapping his cheek. Each strike sent it bouncing against his thigh with an angry twitch before it sprang back upright like a stubborn tumbler toy. It looked like it was defying her, so she struck it again and again.
"Oh my, hohoho! Father! Does getting slapped by me feel that good? Look at this... why is more precum leaking from the tip just because I'm hitting it? So our father likes being beaten. Shall I hit you more?"
Clear fluid seeped from the slit at the tip of his glans. The glistening looked like the cock was crying, but to Eon Garyeong it seemed to mean something else entirely.
Slap! Smack, smack, smack—!
"Ugh, uhh, ughhh...!"
"What is that? A moan? Ahahaha—!"
Now she was openly alternating both hands, striking him hard. Every time the friction rang out, sharp bursts of laughter escaped her lips. It was an unimaginable sight from a woman known for her haughty, ice-cold demeanor. She looked like a madwoman unleashing some twisted grudge.
At that moment, blood vessels bulged around Hwangbo Mujin's eyes. Something inside his mind went snap!
The dam had finally broken. The memories hidden deep in his unconscious surged forth. The last line of defense had been shattered.
And it had been broken by his daughter-in-law's hand.
"Khh, ughhh...!"
This... this bitch I should kill...!!
Eon Garyeong continued slapping him several more times as if venting her anger at the father who had failed to educate his children properly. Only then did she stop. His cock, flushed dark red and twitching furiously, felt burning hot when she grabbed it again.
"Hohoho!! If I'd known Father enjoyed being beaten by his daughter-in-law's hand so much, I would have come sooner to give you what you wanted. This feels so refreshing. All this time I've been swallowing my anger... From now on, I'll visit often, shall I?"
With a slightly flushed expression, she stroked his heated cock up and down a few times before standing up from the bed. She untied the strings of her ornate outer skirt.
Slide.
The skirt slipped down her smooth calves, revealing deep crimson undergarments far too seductive for the matriarch of a great clan to wear. With a bewitching motion, she removed those as well.
Then she grabbed her father-in-law's legs and pulled them downward. This caused Hwangbo Mujin's upper body, which had been propped against the bed railing, to fall back onto the mattress.
What is she thinking...? The question had barely formed when, to his shock, Eon Garyeong climbed onto the bed.
She stood on the wide bed as if showing off her well-maintained, firm, long legs and elegant curves. Then she stepped toward his face, staring down at his lower body.
Boldly, she planted her feet on either side of his head.
Exposing her crotch completely above his face.
"Since I made Father feel good... shouldn't Father make me feel good too?"
Eon Garyeong bent her knees. Past a horse-riding stance, she lowered herself as if squatting over a chamber pot. Her plump, alluring buttocks pressed down, smothering his nose in her cleft while her massive moon-like ass completely covered his eyes.
Squelch...
Soon her pussy covered his lips. Even without direct stimulation, her folds were already soaking wet.
She grabbed his cock again and began stroking it while sitting on his face. Every time she moved her arm, her hips rocked subtly back and forth.
"Ah...! Father, ngh—feels good, doesn't it? Haa... This isn't bad at all... From now on, don't handle it alone. Come to me like this. Haa, ah..."
The woman's hand moved faster and faster on his shaft. Her breathing had grown slightly ragged, unlike her earlier emotionless stroking. It was probably because her pussy kept twitching and grinding against him.
The sadistic sense of conquest from having that once-fearsome and strict father pinned helplessly beneath her ass. Her buttocks, still firm and elastic despite her age, were so large they completely hid Hwangbo Mujin's face. It looked as if she were devouring him whole. He worried he might suffocate with his nose buried in his daughter-in-law's crotch... Only Hwangbo Mujin knew that torment.
She rubbed.
Schlick, slide, squelch—slurp, slurp...
"Ah, ahhng..."
His daughter-in-law ground her wet pussy across his face. The soft, slippery flesh moved like a snail's body, sliding along the contours of his face.
This, this fucking bitch...!
She smeared it.
Squelch, squelch, squish, squiiish...
"Aah, ah... Father, hngh— If you keep your mouth open like that, it stimulates me too much, huu!"
His mouth, which he couldn't even close at will. Her pussy pressed down hard against it, grinding relentlessly. Her labia were crushed against his teeth, occasionally catching his incisors on her swollen clit.
Bitch I should kill, this fucking bitch...!
She slammed down.
Smack! Smack! Plap, plap, plap, plap...!
"Ha, haang! Ahhaang...!"
Eon Garyeong was now bouncing her ass, slamming it down violently onto her father-in-law's face. Like pounding rice in a mortar. Her buttocks rose high before crashing down with loud smacks, crushing his entire face.
Huff, huff... How dare you, how dare you subject me to this humiliation...!
Hwangbo Mujin's body began to tremble violently, consumed by rage. It was the first time in his life he had felt such fury.
Eon Garyeong seemed to interpret the reaction differently. Thinking he was about to cum, she stroked him even more roughly. Her hips slammed down harder and faster in response. Her movements were so vulgar and intense they seemed impossible for an old man's body to endure.
The cock being pumped rapidly in his daughter-in-law's hand soon began spurting thick ropes of semen.
"Aah... Ah, ah...!"
Even Eon Garyeong, who had been grinding her ass down, seemed to feel something. She pressed her weight heavily onto his face, shaking her hips as she let out a cry of pleasure.
Once the brief afterglow passed, the strange heat in Eon Garyeong's eyes cooled back into their usual frostiness. Her temperament shifted from hot to cold in the blink of an eye. She looked down at the semen coating her hand with a chilly gaze.
The sticky fluid tangled between her slender fingers... It almost felt like her hand had been violated by her father-in-law. The thought filled her with disgust.
Eon Garyeong pulled a handkerchief from her jacket and wiped her hand clean. She tossed the sticky cloth into the waste bin beside the bed, then rose from Hwangbo Mujin's face and stepped off the bed. She put her undergarments and skirt back on, then pulled up the pants that had been bunched around his thighs.
She showed no intention of cleaning his glistening cock. Instead, as she pulled up his pants, she gave his now-shriveled, pathetic member a contemptuous glance.
Tremble. Tremble, tremble, tremble.
Even after ejaculating, Hwangbo Mujin's entire body continued to shake. The area around his eyes had turned blood-red, as if the vessels had burst. Fleeting glimpses of a terrifying crimson glow appeared, but in the bright room it simply looked red.
After pulling up his pants, Eon Garyeong looked into his eyes and said,
"Why are your eyes so red, Father? Were you crying? Pfft, or did my juices get in them? Hohoho."
She didn't seem particularly concerned. His unfocused pupils suggested he couldn't even see what was in front of him, so why would something so trivial bother her? She dismissed it as bloodshot from the fluid, extinguished the light, and left the room.
In the darkness and silence that now filled the chamber, the crimson glow in Hwangbo Mujin's eyes grew deeper and deeper. It became so intense that it would be noticeable even in bright light—an eerie, sinister red light.
His face, glistening pathetically with his daughter-in-law's juices, twisted into something grotesque. The blood vessels bulging across his body wriggled like earthworms.
"Khh, krr..."
A gloomy breath escaped from the face that now resembled a malevolent demon. The blood energy that had invaded his mind flickered with crimson light, wrapping stickily around his once-unbreakable spirit.
The blue light mixed with the red gradually lost its power. His mind fell into chaos. The first thing that surfaced was the clan he had devoted his entire life to building. He had raised the Hwangbo clan from the lowest rank among the Five Great Clans to the number one position in the world... only for it to end in such a miserable state.
Snap.
The bond of obligation to his family was severed.
Next came his son, Hwangbo Jun. The bastard who had told him not to wake up, to just keep breathing... That son he should kill.
Kill him. Die. Kill him. Die. Kill him. Die. Kill him. Die. Kill him. Kill him. Kill. Die. Kill. Die. Kill. Die. Kill. Die. Kill. Kill.
Snap.
The affection for his blood kin was severed.
Next were his eldest daughter-in-law Eon Garyeong and his youngest granddaughter Hwangbo Ran.
Daughter-in-law. Kill. Granddaughter. Kill. Revenge. Daughter-in-law. Woman. Granddaughter. Woman. Daughter-in-law. Rape. Granddaughter. Rape. Kill. Rape. Kill. Rape. Rape. Rape. Rape. Rape.
The relationships, trust, and affection between people were all severed.
What filled that void was a powerful desire for revenge.
As Hwangbo Mujin was consumed by the blood energy and lost his sanity, a twisted desire was planted in him—that they were women, and to get revenge, he must violate them.
Why were the Five Great Forbidden Arts called demonic arts? First, because their training methods were cruel. Second, because they caused one to lose their humanity. The higher one climbed in mastery, the more they lost the qualities that made them human, until they could commit any atrocity without feeling the slightest guilt.
The true blood that had been absorbed into Hwangbo Mujin's body was the very essence of the most notorious demonic art among the Five Great Forbidden Arts...
His current state was one of gradually losing his humanity as he was dyed by the blood energy that formed the foundation of that true blood.
The last thing to surface was his martial will!
Crack.
Even his fundamental desire for martial arts—the very core of his being—was severed. It was the most important mindset any martial artist could possess. Some might hold righteousness or chivalry in their hearts. Others, like Hwangbo Mujin, held an unyielding desire to grow stronger through the martial path. That desire had been cut away.
The martial will that had occupied the largest place in his mind was replaced by new desires and obsessions.
Lust and craving for women.