Conquest of the Mother-Daughter Trio: From Wife to Mother, Then to Bitch♡
Night fell silently, yet heavily. As the living room clock struck 8 p.m., Akey prepared the evening meal like a condemned prisoner readying her last supper for her husband. Jinwoo had already descended to the basement, with Koharu trailing after him, insisting she would stay by his side. Chiharu had barricaded herself in her room and refused to come out. Only the couple sat at the table, but a deep, icy river flowed between them.
"Honey, is something wrong? You've looked pale since morning."
Tatsuhiro asked with concern, but Akey couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes. As Jinwoo had commanded, she opened her mouth.
"Dear... the teacher said tonight is the most critical juncture for the exorcism... Could you sleep at a hotel near your office just for tonight? For your safety."
Her lips formed words of wifely concern for her husband, but her eyes screamed, 'Please don't go, don't leave me alone, protect me from that demon!' Exhausted from overtime and stress, Tatsuhiro missed the subtle signal.
"I see... All right. For you and the girls, it's the least I can do. Take care of yourself."
He planted a brief kiss on her forehead and hurried out.
Click.
The sound of the front door closing was like a death sentence pronounced upon her. Akey collapsed to the floor right there, tears streaming silently down her face.
I... I drove my husband away with my own hands... into that demon's lair... to throw me in...
Her inner world was crumbling. Everything in this house, this space, would soon be defiled and trampled.
Koharu... my daughter... I'm sorry... Mommy couldn't protect you... And... I felt it... the sensations you endured...!
That horrific truth gnawed at her soul. At that moment, the basement door opened, and Jinwoo emerged. Behind him stood Koharu, already his faithful slave, like a shadow.
"Has the husband left?"
"...Yes."
"Good. Then let's begin. Akey. Guide me to your bedroom."
At his voice, Akey ascended the familiar stairs one step at a time, like a prisoner marching to the gallows. Finally, they reached the door to the couple's bedroom. With trembling hands, she opened it, revealing decades of their shared life preserved within.
Jinwoo surveyed the room slowly, as if appraising a museum. His gaze fell on the wedding ring on Akey's left ring finger.
"Remove that first."
"...! This is...!"
"It's your link to your husband. It interferes with the exorcism."
With shaking hands, she slowly removed the ring she'd never taken off in decades, enduring the pain as it scraped her skin. The moment it left her finger, a profound sense of loss washed over her—she felt no longer Yamashita Akey, but an nameless bitch.
Jinwoo took the ring and placed it brazenly before the framed wedding photo on the vanity. Then he turned to her. His eyes gleamed with lewd, cruel hunger, like a serpent poised to devour its meal.
He didn't pounce on her immediately. Instead, he embraced her shoulders with exquisite gentleness, as if handling a wounded fledgling. Leaning in, he whispered hot breath into her ear.
"It's all right... Everything will be fine... This isn't filthy; it's a sacred rite to save you..."
His voice burrowed into her ear like hypnosis. He nuzzled her nape, inhaling her scent deeply. Then he extended his tongue, licking slowly from her earlobe down her neckline.
"Nngh...!"
Akey's body stiffened. A sensitive spot she'd never allowed any man but her husband to touch. The trail of his tongue burned like fire.
His hand slid down her back, caressing her waistline over her robe. It crept upward, fiddling with her bra clasp—but he didn't unhook it. He merely circled it with his fingers, teasing her mercilessly. His other hand came around front, gently stroking her belly—the soft, warm abdomen that had borne and nurtured two children. He tickled around her navel, inching lower toward her most secret place.
Feeling his touch over her panties, Akey instinctively clamped her thighs together.
"Your body... is honest. It's already heating up."
As he said, her flesh betrayed her will, responding on its own. Memories of the sensations she'd felt through her daughter last night revived under his caresses. Shame and pleasure tangled, scrambling her mind.
"Ah... no... stop..."
Her resistance sounded only like a moan soaked in ecstasy.
At that instant, the Bloodline Empathy Yinmun seal glowed.
In their rooms, the two daughters were swept away by the wave of sensations their mother endured.
"Ah... Mommy..."
Koharu trembled on the basement floor at Jinwoo's feet, her body quaking with her mother's feelings. His tongue on her mother's nape, his hand on her back—it felt as vivid as if on her own skin. Assimilating her mother's shame, fear, and irresistible pleasure, she unwittingly soaked between her legs.
Mommy too... will soon be the mage's... we'll all become one...♡
"Ngh...!"
Chiharu clutched the bedding on her bed, tearing at it. The humiliation her mother suffered felt like her own. Each time his hands roamed her mother's body, hers reacted against her will. Rage, helplessness, and the depraved thrill of shared sensation drove her mad.
Stop... with those filthy hands... our mom...!
She wanted to scream, but no voice came. Instead, her body synced with her mother's pleasure, burning hot.
Jinwoo smiled, slowly pushing Akey toward the bed. Soon, this couple's sanctuary would become his altar of corruption.
Jinwoo gently eased Akey's resisting yet crumbling form onto the king-size bed. The plush mattress yielded silently under the new offering's weight. He didn't mount her. Instead, he knelt beside the bed and began his conquest from her feet, like a vassal worshiping his queen.
He cradled her ankle softly, kissing the instep. His tongue lavished each toe meticulously, probing between them relentlessly.
"Hnn...♡!"
Akey writhed at the ticklish, lewd sensation rising from her soles. His lips trailed up her ankle, along her smooth calf. Everywhere his hot breath touched, goosebumps erupted. When his face reached her inner thigh, he looked up at her eyes—mixed terror and pleasure—and smiled.
"Now the real 'purification' begins."
He roughly stripped off her robe pants along with her panties. In the room's yellow lamplight, the mature woman's secret garden—untouched by any but her husband for decades—lay bare. Time's marks mingled with lush, well-groomed pubic hair; despite two births, it retained its beautiful shape. Without hesitation, he buried his face there.
"Kyaa...♡!"
Akey arched her back like a bow, screaming. A direct, brazen stimulation her husband had never given. His tongue, like a skilled explorer, zeroed in on her most sensitive spots—licking, sucking, ravaging soft then rough.
"No...♡ No, not there...♡ Ah, aaa...♡♡♡"
Her mind cried no, but her body was honest. Her hips bucked to take his tongue deeper; nectar flowed endlessly, drenching his face. Clutching the sheets, she surrendered to the crashing waves of pleasure.
That tempest of sensation transmitted flawlessly to her daughters via Bloodline Empathy.
"Haa...♡ Haa...♡ Mommy...♡ The mage is... Mommy...♡"
Koharu writhed on the basement floor, hips grinding as if she were the one pleasured. Her mother's intense ecstasy overwhelmed her own body. Her love juices soaked the cold concrete.
"N... Ah... Aaa...!"
Chiharu thrashed on her bed in despair as her body betrayed her. Her mother's pleasure felt like her own first time—vividly real. Each suck on her mother's clit made her convulse too. She clamped a hand over her mouth, but ecstatic moans leaked through her fingers.
"Cumming...♡ Gonna cum...♡♡♡"
Finally, Akey shattered in a long, violent climax. Her body rigid, shuddering in spasms, a hot gush erupted.
Jinwoo savored every drop from her, then lifted his head. His face glistened with her fluids.
"Looks like your body's loosened up now."
Undressing, he climbed over her—but not straight to her core. He sat by her head, pulling her upper body up.
An orphan, Jinwoo had forever lacked a mother—a void twisted into obsession. Motherhood to him was something to seize, defile, monopolize through conquest. And now, before him lay the perfect "mother" flesh he'd craved: immense, warm breasts, source of life, having nurtured two children.
"Your daughters... drew life from here."
With near-reverent hands, he parted her robe top. Her bra could barely contain the massive orbs, heavy with weight. Her nipples stood erect from his earlier ministrations.
"With these tits... you will serve me. Become my mother."
He wedged his massive cock between them. Akey's breasts were so vast and soft, it nearly vanished within. He guided her hands to grip and envelop him.
"Move. Like nursing your daughters."
Tears of shame streaming, Akey obeyed, sliding her hands up and down. Her plush breast flesh squeezed his shaft in slippery friction.
"Hnn...♡"
A depraved act even beyond her husband—but the sensation was overwhelmingly intense.
As she titfucked him, his free hand kneaded her other breast, pinching and twisting the hardened nipple.
"Hnn...! Ah, no... not there...!"
Her body spasmed. Stimulation shot through her milk ducts, electrifying her whole form.
After feasting long on her tits, he moved to her lips.
"Now... take me with your mouth."
Stopping the paizuri, he thrust into her mouth. Gagging, Akey couldn't resist the Word Binding; she accepted him. Her mouth was hot and soft. Jinwoo gripped her head, pistoning mercilessly. In her oral embrace, he savored the twisted conquest of the motherhood he'd craved all his life.
She was no longer her husband's wife or her children's mother. She existed solely for him—as a bitch named "Mother.".