Present the Breast Milk and Braised Short Ribs!
As the veil of night lifted and even the windowless hallway began to dim with faint light, Sea's hellish night was far from over. She had spent the entire night kneeling on the cold marble floor. Her body had long lost all sensation. The throbbing pain in her knees, the hunger, the exhaustion—none of it compared to the lewd symphony that had unfolded beyond those three doors filling her mind.
Her spirit was utterly worn down, leaving only an empty shell. Her silk robe was soaked through with sweat and fluids from the night, and between her legs lingered a sticky reminder that hadn't yet dried.
Creak... The first door to open was Aki's. From the crack poured thick sandalwood incense mingled with the dense, musky scent of a female who had taken a man all night long.
Aki appeared exactly as her master had commanded: in a perfect naked apron. The small white apron barely covered her nipples on her voluptuous breasts, exposing below the red welts and dried white remnants of endless copulation on her lower abdomen and pubic mound.
She paused at the sight of Sea sprawled in the hallway. Her eyes held the triumph of last night laced with cold calculation on how to handle this new plaything.
"You must have had quite the show all night, little one."
She nudged Sea's disheveled brown hair with her toe.
"Breakfast is soon. Master doesn't like seeing his hungry bitches famished from the morning. Pull yourself together and prepare your place."
With that, she turned toward the stairs but suddenly stopped. Her gaze shifted to Koharu's door, still firmly shut.
Still...? A faint crack appeared in the victor's smile on her face.
Next, Chiharu's door opened. She had carefully stowed her master's feathered cloak in her room and emerged naked, her body marked with vivid red handprints and bruises proving last night's fierce battle. Her entire form reeked of her master's musk mixed with her own sweat and fluids—a thick, primal, intoxicating aroma.
She sneered contemptuously at Sea collapsed in the hallway.
"Losing your mind just from hearing some noises? You're perfect for being an onahole, you slut."
She too frowned at Koharu's still-closed door.
That bitch... keeping Master until morning? The triumph from last night faded, replaced by fresh flames of jealousy.
Finally, Koharu's door opened last. The air spilling out was utterly different from the others—not the scent of lust, but something pure and sweet, like lovers' boudoir.
Jinwoo emerged wearing only a bathrobe, with Koharu clinging to his arm like a beloved lover. Though naked, she glowed not with obscenity but the pure, happy flush of a cherished woman. A small crow feather ornament gifted by her master sparkled in her hair.
She looked at Sea on the floor with pity tinged with a victor's leisure.
"Oh my, sisters... still like that? Master says it's time to come down for breakfast."
That gentle voice snapped Sea's last thread of sanity. Last night, she had comforted herself in this cold hallway listening to their moans. But this innocent-looking girl had spent the night making love with Master.
Jinwoo savored the emotional currents and issued his final command to Sea.
"You heard. Come down. You have no right to refuse the meal."
When Sea staggered down to the first floor, an unbelievable sight greeted her. The table wasn't set with Japanese cuisine but a perfect Korean feast.
Aki bustled between kitchen and table in her naked apron, making final preparations. Her ample breasts jiggled precariously with each movement, and the marks from last night stood out starkly on her lower abdomen below the apron.
Steaming white rice, seaweed soup loaded with sea urchin roe, braised short ribs, japchae, assorted namul side dishes, jeon pancakes, even fresh oysters and sea cucumbers. For breakfast, it was fit for a king.
Aki was proving to this foreign bitch the difference in status as matriarch—and that she alone could master any cuisine perfectly, not just Japanese.
Jinwoo sat at the head, flanked by last night's victors, Chiharu and Koharu, attending him ostentatiously. Sea desperately sought her place at this perfect yet hellish family table.
Aki guided her to the farthest seat from the head. Sitting there, Sea felt bone-deep her position at the bottom of the harem's food chain.
"Master, please eat."
At Aki's low words, Jinwoo nodded lightly—the signal to begin.
But Jinwoo didn't pick up his chopsticks first. Chiharu and Koharu on either side moved in perfect unison, like long-trained maids.
"Master, ahh~."
Koharu first placed the tenderest braised rib meat atop freshly cooked white rice and brought it to his lips. Each motion was pious and pure, like a shrine maiden offering the first harvest to a god.
Jinwoo's face bloomed with a smile of utter bliss as he accepted it.
"Master, you need soup too."
Not to be outdone, Chiharu plucked the plumpest, freshest sea urchin roe from the soup bowl, scooped it with broth onto a spoon, and fed it to him. Her motions weren't as soft as Koharu's but efficient and flawless, like a hunter striking true.
Sea could only stare blankly. This was their daily life. And she was just a spectator, unqualified to join the competition.
Then her eyes caught something sparkling in Koharu's hair: a small black feather ornament absent last night. Soft downy feathers and two glossy black ones intricately woven, swaying gently atop her locks.
What is that...?
Sea wasn't the only one who noticed. Aki watched everything while pretending to serve rice. Her eyes narrowed.
That feather... wasn't there last night. Corax's? No... it's infused with Master's faint mana. A gift.
Another cold crack in her sense of superiority from believing she alone received special reward.
While I served with my body in the bedroom, that child got this? Her lower abdomen brand burned hot with jealousy.
Chiharu saw it too. Her grip tightened on her chopsticks.
That featherhead bitch...! She had earned favor as Master's hound, but unbeknownst to her, Koharu had snagged this visible token of affection.
In the end... her weapons are that innocent face and blind faith. Disgusting. Her brand throbbed with rivalry and rage.
As the three women's subtle psychological warfare sparked beneath the table, Jinwoo finally spoke. His gaze fixed on Sea, who had barely touched her food.
"How's the rice, little one?"
His low, soft voice made Sea flinch. All eyes turned to her. She swallowed dryly. The taste? She couldn't remember. Her tongue was numb from fear, jealousy, humiliation.
But she had to answer. The stigmata etched in her body whispered that silence meant punishment.
"...Yes... Master..."
Her voice crawled out like a mosquito's whine.
"...It's... delicious...♡"
A faint victor's smile curved Aki's lips. Her service proven once more through this new bitch's mouth.
Jinwoo seemed satisfied and returned to eating. But the table's air grew heavier, stickier, more dangerous.
Sea realized: this table wasn't just for filling bellies. It was a battlefield. Every word, glance, chopstick motion traded invisible ranks, favors, jealousies in this cruel, beautiful new hell.
Jinwoo ate contentedly, tended by Chiharu and Koharu, polishing off the last braised rib. He reached for his teacup for a sip but frowned slightly and set it down.
"My throat... is dry."
His low murmur froze the table. Chiharu and Koharu paled, realizing their mistake—they'd been so focused on feeding him they'd missed his emptying cup.
Before they could lunge for the water pitcher, Aki moved.
"I've... prepared it, Master."
She rose and approached Jinwoo. No pitcher. Instead, she untied the strings of her naked apron at the neck.
Whoosh... The small apron slid down limply, revealing her massive, voluptuous breasts marked from last night, bared in the morning sun.
They were different from usual. The areolas around her nipples were darkly swollen, the whole firm and feverishly hot—like ripe fruit ready to burst with juice. The perfect mother's breasts.
Then Sea and her daughters understood why she'd worn that humiliating apron.
Without a trace of shame, Aki cradled one breast reverently in both hands. She positioned the nipple over Jinwoo's empty teacup and squeezed gently but firmly.
Squirt— From the flushed nipple tip, warm, creamy, thick milk jetted in a thin stream like a spring, splashing softly into the cup with plip, plip sounds.
Chiharu and Koharu's minds went blank. They remembered: as infants, suckling that milk from those breasts, the source of life—sacred, pure.
Now, their mother's milk was lewdly milked not for their father, but for their new master, to fill his cup. The taboo thrill madly stimulated their lower brands.
Chiharu clenched her thighs in shock, humiliation, and inexplicable arousal. Koharu blushed furiously, head bowed, unable to look straight.
And Sea... realized. This was the special reward Aki had promised last night. The ultimate service only a mother could provide, impossible for her or the daughters to mimic.
She glanced at her own youthful breasts, then up at Aki's life-filled udders. Utter defeat.
Only after filling the cup did Aki retie her apron. A queen's smile of perfect victory graced her face. She swept her gaze over the other bitches, especially Chiharu.
See? You fill his stomach, but I quench his thirst with my body.
Jinwoo savored the emotions, lifted the cup, inhaled, then sipped slowly. His brow twitched faintly again.
"...Excellent."
Genuine admiration escaped his lips.
"Warm, sweet... no fishy aftertaste. The finest flavor from your devotion and loyalty to me."
He drained the remaining milk and set down the empty cup. Then, grasping Aki's chin, he kissed her lips, letting her lick the drop still on his from her own milk.
It was the perfect token of favor reserved for the harem's matriarch.
Breakfast continued in heavy silence after that bizarre peak. Jinwoo silently savored his milk-served meal to the end. As he finished, the other three women set down their chopsticks in unison.
Jinwoo wiped his mouth with a napkin and leaned back in his throne. His gaze turned to Aki and Koharu.
"You two... haven't seen how my huntresses performed yet."
"No, Master."
"We haven't, Master."
They answered in unison, voices laced with subtle tension at their exclusion.
"Then... watch now."
Jinwoo picked up the remote and turned on the living room's massive TV again.
"All gather before the altar. Witness how my huntress 'retrieved' the new toy. Sharing her feat is your duty too."
At the command, the four women knelt on the marble before the throne: Aki foremost as matriarch, Koharu and Sea behind, Chiharu last like an actress awaiting her cue.
In that brief moment as Jinwoo turned on the TV, he subtly nodded toward the second floor—unnoticed by others—to Chiharu at the back.
! Chiharu's heart pounded like a massive drum. She instantly grasped the secret signal.
Surprise. Master was setting her as the star of this stage! Electric, arrogant ecstasy surged through her, beyond any pleasure from last night.
She rose quietly, naturally, avoiding eyes.
"Master, I'll prepare more tea."
Slipping away cat-like on silent feet, she headed to her second-floor room.
Jinwoo opened YouTube and played the video already at tens of millions of views.
As the screen lit up, the living room froze again. Aki, Koharu, and Sea held their breath, watching their sister-rival-huntress dominate in overwhelming combat.
Aki started with scornful eyes.
Just brute force.
But as Chiharu felled armed elite agents single-handedly, smashed a charging vehicle, and downed a flying helicopter, Aki's expression hardened. It wasn't mere strength—it was domination. Perfect, efficient domination in a different realm from hers.
She realized: if she ruled bedroom and kitchen as "Queen of the Night," Chiharu ruled the battlefield as "Queen of Blood." Her brand burned with crisis and jealousy.
Koharu clasped her hands, entranced. To her, it wasn't battle but a holy rite: God's proxy judging the irreverent. She saw Master's absolute authority in her sister's ruthlessness.
"Ahh... how magnificent..."
Ecstatic tears welled in her eyes.
And Sea: to her, the video replayed her horrific trauma. Yet strange emotions bloomed—perverse satisfaction and masochistic thrill watching the world's power (the government) that crushed her so helplessly shattered futilely by "Fox Mask."
The climax arrived. The helicopter's massive searchlight pinned her in the dark.
"F-Fox... Fox Mask...!! It's Kitsune Huntress!!! Everyone!!! Fox Mask has appeared in Korea!!!"
The YouTuber's scream shook the entire living room.