Conquest of the Three Mothers and Daughters: Taming Chiharu
Having finished the 'education' in the basement, Jinwoo climbed the stairs to the second floor. His footsteps carried no hesitation. It was time to tame the last remaining piece—the wildest and sharpest shard.
He opened the door to Chiharu's room without knocking and stepped inside. The room was as neat and orderly as her personality. Aside from the bookshelf filling one wall and the desk, the opposite wall displayed mementos of her past: a gleaming black compound bow, a quiver neatly stocked with fletched arrows, and a faded target sheet alongside several gold medals and trophies arranged in a row. It had once been a space of focus and determination, where she drew her bowstring toward her goals.
Chiharu was huddled on the bed. The moment the door opened, she straightened her upper body like a cobra, glaring at him. Her eyes blazed with pure hatred that could pierce through anything, mingled with fear.
Jinwoo met her gaze as if savoring it, slowly scanning the room. He approached her quiver, drew out an arrow, and ran his finger along its sharp tip. It was a silent pressure, as if he held her sharpest will in his hand and shook it.
"You must have been quite the archer."
At his low murmur, Chiharu twisted her lips in a sneer. She had already felt his power in her body—the humiliating effect of the Word Binding. But she knew crumbling here meant the end, so she scraped together the fragments of her remaining pride, sharpening her blade of resistance once more. Clinging to the vain hope that maybe, just maybe, she could win this time.
"You've finally graced us with your presence, oh great 'exorcist'."
Her voice bristled with thorns. She crossed her legs, pretending nonchalance as she tilted her chin up at him.
"But isn't the order a bit off? Last night was supposed to be the turn for purifying this body of—"
Before her mocking tone could finish, a horrific numbness seized her tongue from the root.
"Kuh...!"
The sensation that her tongue no longer belonged to her. Like a marionette strung on invisible threads, it twisted on its own, swallowing the rest of what she meant to say. Then, against her will, it began weaving shameful words of submission.
"...the turn I... desperately... awaited..."
Unwanted words of obedience spilled from her mouth. At the same time, the most humiliating memory exploded in her mind: her mother taking him into her mouth.
This was the Word Binding. A curse that bound her tongue and mind in response to her own rebellious words.
"Ah... aaah...!"
Chiharu stifled a scream, clamping her hand over her mouth. But her tongue thrashed wildly, trying to form lewd words of submission.
Jinwoo replaced the arrow and approached her slowly as she writhed in agony. He sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked her convulsing hair.
"Such a sharp tongue. But it's dangerous to think it belongs to you."
His voice was tender, but his words were viciously cruel.
"Words are seeds of resistance, poison that spreads secrets. But before this yinmun, even the sharpest tongue becomes an instrument praising my will. Just as you experienced."
He whispered into her ear.
"A bitch marked by this can only speak words I permit—or words I desire. Regardless of your will, it can make you spill your deepest secrets effortlessly or confess yourself a slut before your father. Your lips will move solely for my pleasure and my truth, a faithful puppet."
Chiharu sobbed into her pillow in despair. Then Jinwoo pulled out his smartphone.
"Today, we'll test another function of that mark: Observation Enslavement."
He thrust the screen before her eyes. It showed an unfamiliar woman in an unfamiliar room, pinned beneath Jinwoo, weeping yet bucking her hips in ecstasy. The woman was Sea.
"No need to know who she is. Just feel it."
Chiharu wanted to close her eyes, but her eyelids felt like lead weights, immovable. Then the horror began.
The sensations from Sea on the screen overlaid her own body like a forced illusion. Sea's moans rang in her ears, her pleasure burned Chiharu's nerves, her despair squeezed Chiharu's heart. She was no longer a mere observer. She became the woman being raped on screen.
"Hahk... ah... no...!"
Without realizing, the same moan as Sea's burst from her lips.
Jinwoo gazed down at her, whispering cruelly.
"See? This is your future. If I wish, you all can become like her anytime. Against your will, vessels bearing others' pleasure and despair—living dolls."
As the video ended, Chiharu collapsed limp on the bed. Jinwoo stood, opening the velvet pouch from the basement. Inside was the realistic dildo molded after him, which Koharu had proudly explained.
He carried it to her desk and placed it upright next to her neatly arranged study guides and pen holder. In the sanctuary of her reason and order stood a violent symbol of obscenity.
Chiharu stared at it in horror. Jinwoo whispered his final words into her ear before leaving.
"Your sister kindly explained how to handle you with this."
His voice brimmed with anticipation.
"Tonight, just as she said... I'll use it to thoroughly tame every corner of your body until it perfectly accepts me. Look forward to it."
The door closed, leaving Chiharu alone with the humiliating symbol towering on her desk. She buried her face in the pillow, sobbing harshly.
A total helplessness: her body, will, tongue—even her senses—no longer her own. Her final sanctuary crumbled to dust.
Leaving Chiharu's room, Jinwoo descended to his basement base with a satisfied smile. As he entered, a lewd light of pink, purple, and black shimmered like heat haze from the black leather-bound Magic Grimoire on the table.
"Well done, my master."
The Grimoire's will echoed directly in his mind. Intimate and arrogant, like a longtime accomplice using informal speech.
"The despair flowing from that bitch mother's shattered ego was delicious. Now she'll worship you as her savior, eagerly licking your feet like a faithful devotee."
Jinwoo gently stroked the Grimoire's cover. It wasn't merely a tool. It was his most loyal advisor, a symbiotic partner feeding on the conquest and domination of others.
Then the light from the Grimoire flashed intensely.
"A new threat detected. Lowly but annoying yokai. A kappa feeding on riverside filth is trying to invade your territory. Dispose of it before its muddy lust dirties your 'possessions.'"
The Grimoire suggested a hunt. But a slyer smile curved Jinwoo's lips.
"Just killing it would be no fun."
He muttered to himself.
"This is a golden opportunity. For that foolish bitch Chiharu, who still believes in her own strength and will... to teach her the true laws of this world."
He shared his plan with the Grimoire.
"I'll take Chiharu there. And propose a bet: 'If you defeat that yokai, I'll leave your family in peace. But if you lose... abandon all resistance and submit to my 'purification' willingly.'"
At the cruel scheme, the Grimoire's voice whispered deeper and more intimately, unable to hide its glee. The lewd light rippled in delight.
"Kuku... Koharu, that wise bitch knelt early and earned your favor. The mother Aki learned her place after being fucked repeatedly. But that untamed bitch Chiharu still thinks her sharp fangs will work."
"Today, she'll break her nose badly. She'll realize her pathetic power makes her mere prey before the incarnation of true desire. Only after being defiled in mud and fish stench, her pride shattered, will she understand. How merciful your dominion is."
"Tonight, she'll open your bedroom door herself, tears streaming as she begs for your 'purification'—the perfect bitch, yours alone!"