Making the Family Harmonious (3)
"Ji-un is... the head of the..."
Mother's lips twitched. Her unfocused eyes wandered through the air before slowly fixing on me. The confusion in her gaze was gradually settling.
It felt like a tangled ball of yarn being forcibly sorted out by the single word "head."
"Yes... with him gone... you're the only man left, Ji-un..."
"That's right. So you need to respect me."
"Respect... yes, I should. Ji-un is... the pillar of the family..."
Success. A faint but definite affirmation.
The moment I claimed the position of family head, the trust and obedience naturally shifted to me.
But that's as far as it goes.
Every time I heard my dazed stepmother's voice, my mind grew foggy in real time, but I had to think coldly.
Pushing further here—claiming "I'm your husband" or ordering "Act toward me as you did with your husband"—was impossible.
I understood that much naturally.
Even with hypnosis, I was still her son, and the family head wasn't necessarily equated with the father.
So, what I can do right now...
Exploit the existing hypnosis, that's all.
The hypnosis already on Mother could be summed up like this:
'Obey the family head and protect the family's peace.'
Never laying a hand on her daughters, spoiling them rotten. Never giving up on her wayward stepson to the end. All of it stemmed from this hypnosis. Though it hadn't actually created a harmonious family as intended... that was proof hypnosis wasn't omnipotent.
I stared at Mother in her trance state again.
Right now, to her, I'm the family head.
In other words, no matter what I do, she'll accept it. She puts up with her daughters' bad behavior on the regular—what about me, the family head?
Yeah. Surely, my stepmother—she—would put up with this level of sexual harassment. Touching her breasts or pussy? She'd take it.
The only problem was...
Her loose lips. Mother's corruption desire.
"...Since we're already here, I should treat Stepmom's long-ignored corruption desire too."
But first, let's add one safety measure—
"Mother."
"...Yes?"
"Family heads need secrets, you know? Just like you had secrets only Father knew, I have secrets too. And this secret..."
I paused for effect, then stared straight into her eyes, enunciating clearly.
"You must never tell anyone else. It's the way to protect our family's peace."
"The family's... peace...?"
Lee So-hee's pupils wavered. To her, "family peace" was an absolute priority, hardcoded at the top.
"If this secret leaks, our family will shatter. My sisters will hate me, and I'll leave this house. I won't come back."
"Ah, no...!"
"Right? It can't happen."
I stroked her lips.
"So, keeping my secret is something even you want, Mother."
Lee So-hee's lips quivered. She sensed something ominous on instinct, but the threat of "family breakdown" left her powerless.
"Y-yes... Mom will keep Ji-un's secret... Our family... can't break..."
"Good."
The suggestion took hold perfectly. With my mana circuit, I could instinctively feel her wavelengths syncing with my will, stabilizing.
Safety measure set.
I slowly pulled her hand toward me. Her upper body tilted slightly over the table.
"Now, clear the teacups."
The release command left my mouth.
Like a taut rubber band snapping loose, the tension drained from Lee So-hee's rigid body. Life returned to her dazed eyes, focus sharpening.
"Oh my... Did I doze off for a bit?"
She muttered, rubbing her forehead. But the "command" buried deep in her subconscious would remain effective.
"Ji-un? Oh... The tea's gone cold...?"
"Yeah. Time passed while we talked."
"Did it...?"
I smiled casually—as if nothing was wrong. No, I even intertwined my fingers with hers, locking them together.
"Huh...?"
Lee So-hee flinched, trying to pull away.
"Ji-un, um, why are you holding hands...?"
"Your hands feel rough, Mother. Must be all the housework wearing you out."
"Th-the auntie does most of it...?"
She ducked her head shyly but couldn't shake off my hand. I gently rubbed the back of hers with my thumb.
"My sisters should help more, but they just make excuses about being busy outside."
"It's fine. They have their own tough jobs out there."
"Still, you're the one suffering most. I know it."
I pulled my chair closer.
Screeech.
The scraping sound narrowed the distance across the table. Now we were close enough our knees nearly touched.
"J-Ji-un... Isn't this a bit too close...?"
"Too close? We're family."
"Ah..."
Her lips parted slightly.
"Mother, honestly, I've been really struggling lately."
"Struggling...?"
"Yeah. Social life isn't easy. And with Dad gone, as the man of the house, I have to hold things together... Sometimes it's overwhelming."
"I-is that so? Our Ji-un must be suffering so much... And your sisters don't even realize."
"That's why I want you to comfort me a bit."
"Comfort...? Sure, should Mom make something tasty? You like braised short ribs, right?"
"No, not that."
I stood and moved right next to her. Our thighs pressed firmly together.
"Just being by my side like this gives me strength."
"Eung? R-really? Ahaha..."
Hot. Her body heat seeped through her thin loungewear pants—thin enough to see through.
From that narrow contact of thigh on thigh, a sharp spark of electricity jolted up.
"J-Ji-un. Still, we're too close..."
Mother's voice trembled faintly. She tried shifting her hips away, but there was no escape on the narrow chair.
I pressed in more insistently. Casually placed my hand on her thigh.
Lee So-hee's body stiffened visibly.
"Ji-un... Your hand..."
No need to answer.
I pressed my fingers into her thigh flesh. Through the pants, I felt the soft, warm give.
"......"
Mother just bit her lip.
Still no resistance—
I pressed my whole palm flat against her thigh.
Slide.
Slowly stroked up and down. From knee to mid-thigh. Slow and deliberate, like ironing.
"Euuu..."
Lee So-hee bowed her head. Her gaze shook anxiously, chasing only the tablecloth pattern.
I slid my hand inward more. Toward the sensitive, tender inner thigh.
Her legs clamped reflexively. My hand trapped between. Caught in that warm, elastic gap, a strange sense of conquest raced up my spine.
Warm. No, hot.
With just thin fabric between, her body heat transmitted raw.
I didn't pull out. Instead, I wriggled my fingers, prying deeper into the closed space.
"Heuuu... Eut...!"
Lee So-hee bowed her head deeply. Blue veins bulged on the white backs of her hands gripping the tablecloth.
She should refuse. Her reason must be screaming it.
Even without blood ties, I'm her son. Her dead husband's son. Isn't this breaking taboo? As a mother, she must preserve her dignity.
But.
She can't push me away after all.
Her hands just crumpled the tablecloth—no grabbing my wrist, no shoving me off.
Family head. Secret. Family peace.
Those hypnosises must be scrambling her mind wildly.
I don't know her exact thoughts. But they surely flowed toward accepting me, unable to deny.
I thrust my hand deeper. Toward the secret triangle between her thighs.
"Heuk?!"
Lee So-hee jolted, arching her upper body back.
"J-Ji-un! Not there... not there...!"
"Why? Your inner thigh feels tense. I want to massage it."
"No, it's not tense... I'm fine, really fine..."
Her voice trembled like a plea. But I didn't stop.
"Ah, euuuut...!"
Strong pressure. The more she resisted, the tighter and warmer it got around my hand.
"Mother, if you squeeze like this, I can't pull out."
"Th-then... euuung... please... pull it out...?"
Lee So-hee's face flushed like a ripe peach.
She flailed helplessly, tapping my shoulder lightly. Not pushing, not hitting—just like a whining child.
"You have to relax to let me out."
"H-how... it won't relax..."
I smiled as if troubled, wriggling my trapped hand. My palm covered right over her mound.
Squirm, wriggle.
"Hauuu...! J-Ji-un...!"
Stepmom finally grabbed my wrist. Face beet red, cheeks puffed like she couldn't take it anymore.
"Y-you... ugh... d-don't torment your mother... Got it? D-do this with a girlfriend, not... "
Cute. Insanely cute.
Even her anger came out like this. Totally different from when she scolded my sisters.
Even with new hypnosis, she was still Mother. She didn't hate me. Affection for her kept surging.
"I like you most, Mother."
"Euuung... That's good as a mom, not as a woman..."
She shook her head side to side. Stray hairs clung to her white nape.
Then, Mother shoved back her chair and stood.
"I-I... dishes! Right, I need to do the dishes!"
She fled the table like escaping. Face red as a ripe tomato. Her frantic rush to the sink, tying an apron, looked desperately uneasy.
Pretending to do housework she didn't need to? No use.
I had no intention of letting her escape.
"I'll help."
"N-no! Go rest, Ji-un! Mom can do it alone!"
"Come on, how can I let my mom struggle alone?"
I stood right behind her. Zero distance. Pressed my body against her back.
"......!"
Stepmom's movements froze. The heavy, hard sensation against her ass. My fully erect cock, swollen to bursting, slotted perfectly into her ass crack.
A grown woman like her couldn't miss the feel of a rigid male organ wedging between her cheeks.
But she didn't scream. The "keep the secret" suggestion. The "respect the head" command. Those two chains sealed her lips.
"Mother, let me help with the dishes."
I whispered shamelessly, pressing my lower belly firm.
Squish.
"Eu, uuuk..."
A stifled moan leaked from Lee So-hee. She gripped the sink edge hard. Legs trembled like aspen leaves.
Savoring her reaction, I slowly ground my hips.
Slide, sliiide.
Friction heat through pants. Her loungewear molded to my cock's shape. Round, hard glans pressing into ass flesh, sliding in and out of the crack.
"Heuu... U..."
Clink, clink.
Her shaking hands made dishes rattle. But she couldn't turn, couldn't yell stop. Just head bowed, red ears exposed.
Lower bodies perfectly flush. I blatantly rubbed my hips. Each time my pubic bone smacked her ass, Lee So-hee twitched.
"Heuuuk...!"
She bit her lip, head thrown back. Her struggling to endure only made it more arousing.