Conquest of the Mother-Daughter Trio
Jinwoo followed the faint thread of magic guided by the Magic Grimoire, riding his rented motorcycle deep into the mountain roads of Yamagata Prefecture toward Zao Onsen.
Leaving the flashy city behind, he entered a place where only the humid air mixed with sulfur and pitch-black darkness reigned. His journey led along a lonely path cutting through silent coniferous forests. How long had he ridden when the Magic Grimoire warned him in a low voice?
[It's getting close, my lord. The stench of blood and terror hangs heavy in the air. And... ever so faintly, the scent of ancient magical blood as well.]
As it said, the moment he rounded a winding curve in the mountain road, a bizarre sight came into view. A latest-model minivan sat stranded in the middle of the road, its hazard lights flashing.
Jinwoo killed the motorcycle engine, parked the bike in the shadows, and quietly approached them. A man was pounding frantically on the car door with a face twisted in terror, wailing desperately. Inside the car sat three women, utterly motionless.
The moment he emerged from the darkness in his robes, the husband, Tatsuhiro Yamashita, screamed and staggered back.
"Wh-who are you!"
"Calm yourself. What happened?"
At Jinwoo's inhuman voice, Tatsuhiro trembled in abject fear but opened his mouth anyway, clutching at straws.
"We... we were almost out of the tunnel when the car suddenly stopped! Then... there was this weird thing standing in the middle of the road. I got out to tell it to move... but it... it turned into smoke and slipped in through the door I'd left open!"
He pointed desperately at the inside of the car.
"The second it did... my youngest daughter Koharu said... 'It's inside'... then her sister Chiharu, and even my wife Aki... they all said the same thing and locked the doors! And now... they're just... just sitting there smiling like that, not saying a word! Please... please save my family!"
While the man begged, Jinwoo's gaze fixed on the women in the car. In his mind, the man's existence had already been erased.
Aki Yamashita in the passenger seat. A body so perfectly ripe it was hard to believe she was in her forties—like fruit on the verge of bursting. The seatbelt dug into her voluptuous breasts, brazenly outlining their massive contours over her thin silk blouse.
Chiharu Yamashita, the eldest in the back seat. A figure honed by archery, taut with tension like a drawn bowstring. Yet atop it sat breasts of overwhelming volume that surpassed even her mother's.
And clinging tightly to her side, trembling: the second daughter, Koharu Yamashita. Her twintails, eyelashes quivering in terror, and still-youthful body—her innocence itself was the most potent aphrodisiac.
These three women before him were the perfect 'gift' to end his solitude and fully satisfy his twisted possessiveness. The ultimate mother-daughter feast. Cruel, lewd delusions began racing through his mind.
That mother, Aki, will become my 'mother.' In his fantasy, he ravaged her right in front of her husband. He'd fill her womb with his seed, impregnate her, and savor the sight of her belly swelling day by day. When the child was born, he'd be the first to drain her milk. Her maternal love would be directed only at him and his offspring—he'd tame her into the perfect breeding sow.
The two daughters, Chiharu and Koharu, would be his 'wives' and 'toys.' He imagined laying mother and daughters side by side on one bed, making them devour each other's bodies while he watched. Chiharu's sturdy, archery-forged body would crumble beneath him, begging for mercy, while innocent Koharu became an empty doll capable of thinking only of pleasure. They'd all bear his children, turning this mountainside into his kingdom, his personal livestock ranch.
He resolved himself. These three women would be bred in his prison from this night onward, for eternity.
"I'll save them."
The instant he approached the car, the three women inside snapped their heads toward him simultaneously—like puppets, at an unnatural angle. Nonhuman, grotesque smiles stretched ear-to-ear across their faces.
The moment he approached the car, the three women inside snapped their heads toward him simultaneously—like puppets, at an unnatural angle. Nonhuman, grotesque smiles stretched ear-to-ear across their faces.
"You've come... to interfere... with our prey... have you...?"
The voices of the three women, possessed by the Yamanoke, overlapped in a chilling harmony, sounding as one. At the same moment, the minivan doors flew open, and the mother and daughters lunged at Jinwoo with inhuman speed and eerie movements, claws extended.
Jinwoo clicked his tongue and lightly stepped back. He dealt with the two daughters charging first: Chiharu and Koharu. Without hesitation, he gathered mana in his fist and mercilessly struck their soft bellies.
"Kyaaak!"
"Kuhng...!"
The mana-infused impact struck the Yamanoke directly; the girls screamed and collapsed, curling in agony. But in that split-second gap, the mother Aki seized the chance, lunging into his embrace like a beast.
"Aki!"
Seeing this, husband Tatsuhiro rushed at Jinwoo's back to save his wife. But he collided with his possessed wife's ferocious momentum and lost his balance.
"Uwaak!"
Tatsuhiro screamed and tumbled onto the asphalt, blacking out from the head impact. Jinwoo delivered the same powerful blow to Aki's belly as she tried to bite him.
"Kheuk...!"
Now all three lay sprawled on the ground, gasping raggedly from pain and the Yamanoke's influence. Confirming the husband unconscious, a sinister smile curled Jinwoo's lips.
Bitches carrying the onmyoji bloodline.
He wouldn't miss this perfect opportunity to 'appraise' his spoils.
He crouched first by the mother, Aki. She was the epitome of a perfectly ripened married woman. Her tight blouse could barely contain her bursting breasts, and the curve of her plump, sensual hips was fully exposed beneath her skirt.
Without hesitation, he unbuttoned her blouse. The massive tits spilling over her bra were too heavy to fit in one hand. "A bitch like this... wasted under that pathetic worm."
He kneaded her enormous ass, dizzy with the thought of it receiving his seed. He pulled out his smartphone and photographed her exposed breasts and rear from every angle.
Next, Chiharu. She'd inherited her mother's superior genes, boasting breasts no less impressive—perhaps even more elastic.
Jinwoo hiked up her fallen knit top. The contrast of her archery-toned abs and her mother's spitting-image voluptuous chest ignited an unbearable urge to conquer.
"The perfect harmony of strength and lewdness."
He slipped his hand under her skirt, savoring the firm yet soft texture of her thighs. He captured that too in photos.
Finally, Koharu. Though an adult, she still carried a girlish air in her frilled blouse and short pleated skirt.
He lifted her skirt slightly. Virgin territory untouched by any man. He teased the soft inner thighs with his fingers. Her body, quivering faintly in terror, was the ultimate plaything.
"Your first man will be me."
He spread her legs into a shameful pose and photographed it.
Satisfied with his 'appraisal,' Jinwoo opened the Magic Grimoire.
Dark purple light of authority poured from the grimoire like tentacles, binding the bodies of the three collapsed women.
Their bodies arched like bows, emitting pained groans. The Yamanoke shrieked as it was torn out, black smoke forcibly sucked from their mouths and noses before dissipating.
In its wake remained only the sweat-drenched, disheveled bodies of three defenseless bitches.
Then Tatsuhiro groaned, clutching his head as he regained consciousness. "Ugh... urk... Aki! Chiharu!" He staggered to his feet and recoiled in horror at his family's state on the ground. "Are you all right!?"
Jinwoo instantly wiped the sinister smile from his face, turning to face him with the expression of a tormented savior.
He quickly pocketed his phone and blocked Tatsuhiro's path, speaking lowly.
"Calm down. Don't move them."
"But my wife and daughters...!"
"Their lives are safe. But..."
Jinwoo paused gravely, looking down at the three women gasping in exhaustion. Tatsuhiro's heart sank.
"I've put out the immediate fire... but this isn't over."
"What...? What do you mean! That evil spirit just now...!"
"It didn't vanish. It merely retreated for now."
Jinwoo spun a convincing lie. Thoroughly terrified by the horrific scene and his family's state, Tatsuhiro clung to his words like a lifeline and guided him home.