Conquest of the Mother-Daughter Trio - Ravishing the Married Woman Aki in the Love Hotel♡
Her consciousness slowly surfaced from the profound abyss, like flotsam rising from submerged depths. When Aki languidly opened her eyes, the first sensation enveloping her entire body was a dreamlike, drowsy warmth. The memory of writhing in fierce ecstasy in a stranger's arms—mere moments ago, on the bed still scented with her husband's presence—felt as faint as some distant previous life.
"Hng... hng... haaah?"
As her blurred vision gradually sharpened, the bathroom ceiling came into view through the thick steam. She lay in a vast, steaming bathtub, her back cradled against a rock-hard, scorching chest. His arm encircled her waist firmly, trapping her like a doll in his embrace. Barely lifting her head, she saw Jinwoo's face, flushed with satisfaction as he held her like prized property.
Confirming she was awake, he said nothing, simply parting the water to glide his hands over her body. With the lingering soap suds making her voluptuous breasts slick, he kneaded them possessively—gripping as if to affirm ownership, then circling softly in rhythmic massage. She felt her nipples hardening again under his touch, but Aki lacked even the strength to resist. Like a hollow shell drained of soul, she surrendered numbly to his caresses.
His hands trailed down her smooth abdomen, fingers gently probing the navel bearing faint traces of her two children. Then lower still, slipping unhesitatingly between her parted thighs, exposed and vulnerable in the water. As his fingers tenderly stirred the delicate flesh still raw from last night's ravages, Aki involuntarily flinched, swallowing a sharp breath. Her body reacted to the recalled pleasure, heedless of her will.
At that moment, Jinwoo whispered hotly into her ear, his breath a sultry caress.
"You hate me, don't you."
It wasn't a question, but a resolute declaration, as if he pierced straight through her soul. "I must seem like some vile villain, lusting after your body and trampling your pride." He paused, gauging her reaction. Aki could say nothing. "But place your hand on your heart, Aki. Last night's 'exorcism ritual'—did it truly feel all false?" His voice was gentle, yet laced with irrefutable power. His fingers continued their soft exploration inside her as he spoke. "Before I came, that eerie, oppressive aura weighing on this house. You don't feel it now, do you? That 'thing' targeting you hasn't vanished. I merely drove it away temporarily by making your body my sanctuary. Without me, you three mother and daughters will be dragged off as sacrificial offerings anytime, suffering horrors far worse than last night."
Aki's pupils trembled at his words. Indeed, the sinister presence that had haunted the house since his arrival was gone. "Have you ever wondered why your family? It's the faint but unmistakable blood of the onmyoji flowing in you. That blood makes for precious prey—ideal for sacrifice. And that curse has passed unchanged to your daughters."
His words pierced the secret she'd ignored her whole life, the generational curse haunting her lineage. "I have a duty to ward off wandering nightmares and save others. I cannot stay by your side forever."
"But...!" Aki tried to protest, but what could she say? She'd already learned with her body that his words rang true, that without his power, they were nothing. As if reading her crumbling resolve, Jinwoo delivered the decisive blow.
"Unless you three fully become mine, I must make a choice. I'll take at least Koharu, the one with the highest potential, as my exclusive shrine maiden. Only by keeping her at my side can I protect at least that one child perfectly."
It was the cruelest blackmail, aimed at her last bastion of maternal love. Her daughters scattered, Koharu enslaved to this man for life. That future she had to prevent. Sensing her heart shatter, Jinwoo offered a honeyed proposal.
"But... if all three of you—and this house itself—become my 'possessions,' then it's different. Mark my property, and no matter the distance, I can sense any dire threat and rush to save you instantly. You'll live under my protection, safe in the most secure cage."
Possessions. Protection. Secure cage. The words swirled in Aki's mind. Humiliation, yet her only salvation. Seeing her eyes waver, Jinwoo lifted her chin to meet his gaze.
"If you agree, no more words are needed."
He rose from the tub, tossing her a soft sponge. "Finish bathing me in service, then wait obediently in that bedroom. That will be your answer."
Aki made no reply. Instead, in silent resignation, she moved. In her thin negligee clinging transparently to her wet curves, she knelt on the cold tub floor. In that act alone, she heard the shattering of her pride as wife and mother.
She lathered the sponge with premium body wash scented like her husband's favorite. Kneading it birthed thick, creamy foam blooming over her pale hands. The fragrance pierced her nostrils, ironically churning nausea from her depths, but she clamped her lips shut.
Starting from his back, she washed him. Her touch held no emotion, merely mechanical obedience to command. Broad, firm back. The dense muscle texture and living skin's heat under her palms evoked the overwhelming force that had crushed her last night. Eyes downcast, she fulfilled her role silently, as if scrubbing filth.
Finishing his back, she shifted to his side. She cleaned his massive shoulders and boulder-hard biceps. As the sponge grazed his biceps, her fingertips quivered faintly. These arms had bound her last night, crushing all resistance.
At last, her hands moved to his front. She washed his steadily rising chest and chiseled abs. Unable to face him, she fixed her gaze on the suds alone. As her soapy fingers brushed his navel, she swallowed involuntarily.
Finally, her hand reached between his legs—the source of all her humiliation and fall. Just before contact, her motion hesitated for a split second. But she didn't stop. With trembling fingers, she grasped the massive organ swollen from the hot water's stimulation. Washing with care the monstrosity that had violated her, using her own hands. The perverse contradiction and shame numbed her mind. The throbbing vitality and heat in her palm seemed to incinerate her last shreds of reason.
Lastly, she worked up fragrant shampoo foam and washed his hair. Gently massaging his scalp with fingertips through the strands. Each brush against his scalp made her swallow shame. Had she ever been this tender with her husband? The irony drove her mad. Rinsing away the suds with the showerhead ended the hellish, humiliating service.
She exited the bathroom before Jinwoo. Stepping into the room where red light lewdly stained everything. Cold glass floor met her wet soles. She climbed onto the massive round bed draped in crimson curtains.
But she didn't lie down. Kneeling upright, like a sinner awaiting divine punishment, she sat. Her heart pounded wildly. Moments ago, accepting all of him with her own hands was stark proof she'd crossed the irreversible line. What would happen now? How would he treat her? Pitch-black terror mingled with faint relief at its end, quickening her breath. Under the scarlet glow, her pale nude form trembled faintly.
Click.
The bathroom door opened. Aki squeezed her eyes shut instinctively. She was no longer a resisting sacrifice. She had mounted the altar herself, a obedient possession tensely awaiting her master's judgment.