Conquest of the Three Mothers and Daughters - Koharu Reviews Mom... No, the Bitch♡
Aki desperately erased every trace of the night's horrors while Jinwoo, the architect of it all, strolled through a small park near the house as if nothing had happened. The fresh morning air seemed to wash away the fatigue from the endless "ritual." His walk was no mere respite—he was memorizing the terrain, scouting spots perfect for the next "lesson." A secluded forest path, a remote pavilion, the dense shadow beneath a sprawling tree. To his eyes, every scene transformed into a stage for impending pleasure and depravity.
The thrill of the outdoors will offer a different kind of forbidden ecstasy than a closed room. A satisfied smile curved his lips as he turned back home.
When he returned, the house welcomed him with its usual serene lunchtime calm. The table was neatly set with Aki's lovingly prepared dishes. The savory aroma of fresh rice and miso soup filled the air, but beneath that peaceful scent lurked the festering emotions of four people, poisoning the atmosphere like venom on the verge of bursting.
"Jinwoo-nim, welcome back! Did you enjoy your walk?"
Koharu greeted him first, her place settings already arranged beside his like an eager puppy wagging its tail after a long wait. Her eyes were bloodshot from a sleepless night, yet they burned with reverence, affection, and an unconcealable hunger.
As the meal began, Koharu's actions grew bolder.
"A~h, Jinwoo-nim♡ It's my favorite egg roll."
She picked it up with her own chopsticks and brought it to his lips. The gesture was so natural, so endearing. But to those who knew its meaning, it was a brazenly obscene seduction. Her fingers hovered tantalizingly close to his mouth, her breath sweet with excitement. Jinwoo gazed at her fondly, like she was adorable, and accepted the bite.
In that instant, the air at the table froze.
Aki gripped her rice bowl, frozen solid. Her gaze locked on the point where Koharu's chopsticks met Jinwoo's lips—the same lips that had ravaged her mouth, defiled her face, and violated her deepest core last night. Now her daughter fed him with pure affection.
The sight felt like another form of copulation unfolding inside her own body. Her daughter's innocent love mingling with that man's filthy lust, birthing fresh depravity before her eyes. Nausea surged from her gut's depths, as if the seed filling her womb writhed in response. She dug her nails into her thighs to stifle the dry heaves. Her face paled, lips quivering. She forced down a sip of soup, but it scraped like sand.
"......"
Chiharu merely stirred her rice, unable to take a single bite. Her eyes blazed with fiery hatred, darting between Koharu and Jinwoo. Foolish little sister, wagging her tail at the devil without knowing his true nature—it disgusted her.
But beneath that loathing swirled something far worse: jealousy.
Koharu's bold, honest display of affection. The raw desire to attract that man's attention, a filthy craving she refused to admit. Memories of the overwhelming pleasure felt through her mother last night tangled with her hatred, setting her body ablaze. When Koharu's chopsticks brushed Jinwoo's lips, a jolt raced down her spine as if it were her own fingers. Despair gripped her—her body craved pleasure even in this humiliation. She clenched her legs tightly under the chair, feeling the dampness spread.
Jinwoo savored the emotional currents swirling around him, eating leisurely. The mother's desperate writhing to hide her rape scars, the blind love of a daughter offering her purity to the devil, the agony of another daughter torn between hatred and envy. It was all the perfect side dish. The peaceful lunch table had become, under his baton, a stage for the most intense, perverse psychological drama.
Once the awkward meal ended, Jinwoo wiped his mouth with a satisfied smile and rose.
"Koharu. Follow me. I have something to show only you."
"Yes, Jinwoo-nim!"
Koharu flushed and stood instantly, her innocent obedience sending Aki and Chiharu's hearts plummeting. No one dared stop him. Jinwoo draped an arm around her shoulders and headed to the basement with familiar ease. Descending the cold concrete stairs, damp darkness enveloped them. He pulled out his smartphone, uncoiled white earbuds, plugged one into his ear, and offered the other to her.
"Here."
"Ah... yes!"
Koharu shyly accepted it, bowing her head, and slipped it into her ear. To do so, they sat head-to-head, intimately close. Her heart pounded from his body heat and faint scent wafting from his shoulder. The pose, like young lovers sharing music, amplified the depravity of what was to come. Jinwoo tapped the screen, playing last night's "recording." The small display faintly lit their faces. Through the earbuds, the sounds—isolated from the world—burrowed straight into their minds.
Her mother's first terrified scream laced with resistance, Jinwoo's low command, then the wet friction of flesh and Aki's moans echoed vividly, as if whispered right in their ears.
"No... please... mmph...!"
The initial voice was her mother's, hoarse with fear. Jinwoo's low, cold order crushed it: "It's fine... just a sacred ritual..." Then came the slick sounds battering their eardrums. His tongue tracing from her earlobe down her neck—chillingly clear friction. Her mother's choked "Hngh...!" gasped right beside them.
Koharu thrilled at their ears linked by one sound. Watching her mother degraded onscreen while the perpetrator sat beside her, sharing it. The horrific complicity numbed her guilt and ignited her pleasure centers.
"No...♡ No, not there...♡ Ah, aaah...♡♡♡"
The scene shifted; her mother's screams soaked in pleasure. His tongue ravaging her depths. Wet "slurp, slurp, schlick..." suction mingled with her gushing fluids in stereo. Koharu twitched her hips as if it happened between her own legs.
"I...♡ I'm cumming...♡♡♡"
Her mother's desperate climax cry peaked with a hot "spluuurt—". Koharu clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle her own escaping moan.
Next, the heavy, soft slap of her mother's massive breasts against him. "Hngh...♡" Her moan accompanied the "squish, pop" of his hardness burying and withdrawing from yielding flesh. His teasing of her nipples, her cries of "Hngh...! Ah, no... not there...!" set Koharu ablaze.
Then her mouth's violation: gagging "glurk, glurk...!" as he thrust deep into her throat. His ragged breaths built to climax—then a pause, followed by vivid "splat, splat!" of hot liquid splashing her face.
"Haa..."
As Jinwoo's semen rained on her mother's face onscreen, Koharu shuddered as if feeling its heat on her own skin. His command "Lick it clean," and the humiliating wet lapping sounds shattered her reason.
Snip, snip.
What followed exceeded imagination: something sharp shearing her mother's pubic hair with a creepy rasp. Then the pinnacle of humiliation.
"Hiiiiaaang...♡!"
Her womb pierced, flesh tearing in a scream. "Creak, creak... slap! Creak... slap! Slap!" The bed's violent shaking, dull flesh impacts, their deepest union's squelch filled her mind. Her mother's voice crossed pain and pleasure into bestial howls. "It hurts...♡ It hurts so much...♡ But...♡ Ah, aaahng...♡♡♡"
"Nngh...!"
His deep groan climaxed with a thick "splurt" echoing inside her. Then her mother's long, resigned wail of ultimate ecstasy.
Koharu thrilled anew at their shared audio link. The onscreen degradation and the man beside her hearing it too. The complicity numbed guilt, stimulated pleasure. "Haa..." She clamped her mouth again. As semen hit her mother's face, she twitched as if burned by its heat.
Jinwoo half-watched the video, fully savoring Koharu's reactions beside him—her quickening breaths, trembling body, rising heat through his shoulder. He whispered near her ear, lips nearly brushing, his voice blending with the earbuds to dominate her mind.
"Hear that, Koharu? The sound of your dam purified. That's the cry of rebirth as mine."
Koharu nodded in rapture. This intimate sharing infected the others. Washing dishes, Aki suddenly hallucinated tinnitus—intuiting last night's sounds echoing in her daughter and that man's ears. Imagining her shameful moans as love whispers to her child twisted her guts. She vomited last night's bile into the sink.
Huddled in her room, Chiharu plugged her ears in vain. Her mind stereo-blasted her mother's moans with Koharu's aroused pants nearby. As if sandwiched between them, forced to experience the obscenity. She screamed into her pillow.
In the basement, the video hurtled to climax. At Jinwoo's creampie into Aki, Koharu—earbuds in—neared her own peak, panting. The screen went black, silence fell. Koharu gazed up at him dreamily, eyes drowned in lust.
"...Jinwoo-nim... I... I want to be filled with your sounds too..."
To her pure craving, Jinwoo smiled deeply, satisfied. He gently removed her earbud.
"Yes. You'll make a fine sound."