Conquest of the Mother and Daughters - Aki the Married Woman Fucked in the Love Hotel♡
Time passed, and the familiar click of the front door unlocking shattered the evening silence.
"I'm home!"
Tatsuhiro Yamashita's voice rang out a tone brighter than usual. The moment they heard it, the three women in the house felt their hearts freeze for entirely different reasons. Jinwoo had already slipped out after murmuring something about having business with an acquaintance. He wanted to watch from afar as the most crucial first audience—Tatsuhiro—reacted, and as the precarious act of the mother and daughters unfolded before him. After all, the discord they created in his absence was the most perfect outcome.
"Oh, dear! You're home early today."
Aki desperately donned the mask of a serene wife and hurried to the entryway. Tatsuhiro, genuinely elated, set down his briefcase and pulled her into a tight embrace around the shoulders.
"It's finally over! That project I've been slaving over for months wrapped up perfectly today! And no overtime for a while now. But most of all... knowing our family won't have to suffer from any more strange incidents makes my steps so much lighter."
His embrace, filled with pure joy and relief, made Aki flinch involuntarily. Her husband's warm body heat felt like a branding iron, searing the filth from last night's violation by another man's rough hands even more vividly into her skin.
On the dining table, sukiyaki—his favorite—bubbled away. In stark contrast to his buoyant mood, no one dared to pick up their chopsticks. A heavy silence crushed the four of them. Lost in the rare family meal and his sense of liberation, Tatsuhiro noticed nothing of the subtle tension. He picked up a piece of meat and placed it in Aki's bowl, then lobbed the cruelest question.
"Oh, right, Aki. How'd that exorcism go last night? I was worried without me there—everything okay? That guy's the real deal, right?"
Last night. The words stabbed into Aki's eardrums like needles.
Clang!
The chopsticks slipped from her hand and clattered onto her bowl. The sharp sound drew everyone's eyes. She hastily snatched them up again and bowed her head.
Exorcism. A rite to banish evil spirits. But what had happened to her last night was no exorcism—it was an offering, opening her body to a demon and welcoming his seed deep into her womb.
Her husband's innocent face, beaming with joy for the family's safety, was the sharpest blade twisting her guilt.
"Ah... yes... of course. He was... very skilled. Thanks to him... the house feels really clean now."
Her voice shrank to a mosquito's whisper. Then Koharu's bright voice broke the silence.
"Yeah, Dad! Master Jinwoo is amazing! All the bad energy vanished last night!"
Koharu's cheeks flushed as she spoke with a dreamy expression. To her, last night wasn't a nightmare to forget—it was a sacred ritual where she and her mother had been chosen. A secret her father could never know, one that filled her with a sense of superiority, as if she were special.
Chiharu, meanwhile, bit her lip and stared down at her plate. The chopsticks in her hand bent as if they might snap.
Exorcism? Don't make me laugh. That man is the evil spirit.
Her mother's lies, her little sister's foolishness, and her oblivious, happy father's face suffocated her all at once. She wanted to bolt from this hypocritical table and expose everything—but the powerlessness that prevented her strangled her throat. Finally, she set down her spoon and said coldly,
"...I'm not hungry."
Tatsuhiro couldn't comprehend the subtle, extreme reactions from the three. He just figured his wife was tired, his youngest liked that magician guy, and his eldest was still in her moody teen phase.
"Is that so? Glad it all worked out! You have no idea how worried I was. I should thank him properly later."
His relieved words were a signal flare, delivering different hells to each woman: the start of an endless play for Aki, the sweet sharing of a secret for Koharu, and confirmation of inescapable despair for Chiharu.
Night deepened, and all the house lights went out. Tatsuhiro fell into deep sleep from long-overdue relief and exhaustion. Beside him, Aki lay listening to his steady breathing, clinging to this fragile peace.
He's not here. Tonight, at least just tonight, I might escape the nightmare.
The thought alone eased her breath.
Upstairs, Chiharu felt the same. The house without his presence finally felt like a sanctuary again. For the first time in hours, she relaxed her taut body and surrendered her weary mind to sleep.
At that exact moment, a faint smartphone vibration from Koharu's room pierced the silence.
In the darkness, Koharu's eyes snapped open. The sender's name on the screen: Master Jinwoo♡. It was like a divine revelation. Heart pounding under the covers, she checked the message. It was short and clear.
Koharu's heart thundered. This was a test. A holy mission to prove her and her mother's faith. She slipped quietly from bed, padding barefoot down the cold hallway. Each creak of the floorboards made her heart skip, but even the thrill felt sweet.
She eased open her parents' bedroom door. Through the crack, she saw her mother's silhouette asleep beside her husband. Like a snake spotting prey, Koharu glided silently inside. She crouched by the bed, alternating glances at their sleeping faces. Her father, blissfully ignorant in slumber. And beside him, her mother—soon to answer the devil's call. The adulterous scene itself aroused her.
Koharu leaned close to Aki, the scent of her mother's shampoo and faint body odor tickling her nose. She brought her lips near Aki's ear.
"Mommy..."
A whisper like air. Aki's body, drifting into shallow sleep, tensed faintly. Undeterred, Koharu breathed hot words laced with lewd secrets.
"You have to wake up, Mommy... Master is... calling for you."
Jealousy and excitement mingled in her voice—like a maid rousing another woman favored by her beloved lord, sweet as honey yet venomous as poison.
"Dad's in deep sleep. Perfect time for Mommy to answer Master's call... Isn't it wonderful? Tonight, you're the chosen one...♡"
Aki's eyes flew open. Darkness closed in. The hard-won peace vanished like a mirage, and the reaper—now her daughter as herald—clutched her nape again.
She couldn't refuse. Refusal might bring calamity to this child, or to Chiharu. Aki slowly turned to confirm her husband. His serene, trusting face in sleep. She had to betray it now and head to hell.
Aki slipped soundlessly from bed and changed clothes. Her fingertips were ice-cold. She grabbed the minivan keys from the entryway and exited oh-so-slowly to avoid any noise. The chill night air slapped her cheeks.
She parked at the appointed alley corner. From the shadows, Jinwoo appeared, opened the passenger door, and slid in.
"You're late."
His first words. Then he recited a familiar address: a gaudy love hotel on the outskirts, neon signs ablaze.
As the car headed toward it, Jinwoo's hand naturally slid onto her thigh. Aki's body stiffened.
"Remember? When we first met in this car."
His voice dripped with a sinister smile. His hand roamed over her skirt, toying with her pride just like that day.
"Back then, you were quite the haughty noblewife. How's it feel now? Sneaking out of your sleeping husband's bed to come running at my call like a bitch in heat."
No sooner had he spoken than his hand delved under her skirt without pause. The thin fabric bunched up helplessly as his cold fingers stroked her bare thigh. Aki held her breath but couldn't resist. Letting go of the wheel would mean disaster.
His touch didn't stop. His other hand snaked between the buttons of her blouse. Invading the prim attire, it shoved up her bra cup and finally gripped her ample bare breast.
"Ngh...!"
Aki bit her lip to swallow the moan. In just one day, her body—once her husband's sacred domain—had become his plaything, toyed with in the dark. Each twist and pinch of her nipple sent jolts of pleasure rippling through her.
Meanwhile, his lower hand had already invaded her panties, stirring the secret forest that had begun to grow slick. The very fingers that had ravaged her last night now squelched obscenely, teasing her most sensitive spots. Rubbing her clit, probing her entrance—the blatant caresses made her hips twitch involuntarily. She barely kept her accelerator foot from going slack. Her body, tamed by his magic, reacted honestly to the humiliating fondling, leaking pleasure's nectar.
All these sensations, this degrading pilgrimage, transmitted fully to her two daughters via Bloodline Empathy.
Left in the bedroom, Koharu soaked her sheets in excitement from the vivid feel of her mother's breasts and pussy being caressed. Ah... Mommy, more...♡
Chiharu, barely asleep, writhed again at the horrific sensation of invisible hands groping her breasts and sex, sobbing silently.
As the love hotel's flashing sign came into view, Aki realized this minivan wasn't a vessel for a normal family anymore—it was a hearse carrying her and her daughters to ruin.