The Second Witch (1)
Lee Se-yeon's voyeurism was clearly still exerting its influence, even now that her corruption desire had been rewritten to target me.
That sticky possessiveness, the pleasure derived from the razor-thin thrill of almost getting caught. Her desire code was definitely calibrated for that side of things.
Then I'll play right into it.
If that's how she wanted to play it, all I had to do was drown her in so much of that desire she'd never be able to handle it.
"Got it."
When I gave in so easily, Lee Se-yeon's eyes went wide.
"Huh, thought you'd push back."
"We're this far in already—what choice do I have? Let's do it your way, Team Leader."
"Smart thinking. I already looked up some good restaurants..."
"No."
I cut her off.
"Not a restaurant."
"Huh? Then what?"
"I can't stand crowded places. Just dealt with enough of that on the train."
I glanced around.
Sector 1. The wealthiest and safest district in the Seoul metropolis. Which meant the streets were blanketed in CCTV, and the number of hired magical girls for private security was overwhelming.
If we wandered around here half-assed and got caught again, that'd be it—no way out.
Need somewhere safe.
A perfectly sealed-off space. But one that could also satisfy Lee Se-yeon's perverted thrill-seeking urges.
A hotel? Nah, too far from thrilling. Then...
My gaze drifted across the street to the luxury residential complex in the distance.
Jeong Family Home.
My house. My little sister was still away at national training camp, and my two older sisters were sweating it out in Sector 2 for magical beast season.
Yeah, that was the only option.
I was planning to drop by and see Mom again soon anyway. Heading off to the front lines without even saying hi to my stepmom would be rude.
But I never imagined I'd end up visiting her like this, so soon...
A needless pang of guilt hit me. Bringing outside business home wasn't ideal, no matter the job.
But.
No choice.
No matter how I crunched the numbers again, if I didn't deal with Lee Se-yeon right now—immediately—I felt like I'd lose my mind.
"Follow me. I'll treat you to a meal."
Thirty minutes later. Sector 1. The affluent hills.
"Isn't this... a residents-only area?"
As the mansions grew thicker on the hillside, Lee Se-yeon asked, sounding puzzled.
Of course she'd think that. Who'd imagine a D-rank lackey counselor living in a place like this?
"This way."
"No way... you live here?"
"Jeong Family Home."
"Hmm."
Her gaze raked me from head to toe.
"Didn't peg you for it. Thought you were some poor student type."
Lee Se-yeon pressed even closer to my arm. The sensation of her breasts squishing against my forearm was blatant.
"Rich boy playing counselor for fun? This is total drama material."
"Not like that. Just... circumstances."
I brushed it off vaguely.
Her imagination was way off from reality anyway.
It's not really 'my' house. Not yet, at least.
We stopped in front of the towering gate.
I rang the bell. Moments later, a drowsy voice crackled over the intercom.
"Who is it?"
"It's me."
"Huh? Son? So sudden? Did you call ahead?"
"Anyway, perfect timing! Yeah yeah, opening it now!"
Click.
The gate swung open.
"Let's go in."
"Whoa..."
Lee Se-yeon let out a gasp of admiration. The impeccably manicured garden and sleek two-story mansion. Her eyes sparkled like a cat scouting new hunting grounds.
"Team Leader."
"Yeah?"
"Behave once we're inside. My mom's home."
"Don't worry. I'll be the picture of professional courtesy, as your boss."
She flashed a grin. Knowing the sticky desire lurking behind that smile, I clicked my tongue inwardly.
Still, this is better.
Having her run into my stepmom felt a bit emotionally off-putting, but that was just my hang-up. No actual problems would arise.
After all, I'd resolved to turn her into a witch today.
A sealed indoor space was easier to control than CCTV-riddled streets or wide-open parks.
Plus, my stepmom was under my hypnosis. A little white lie, and she'd buy it without question.
The front door opened.
"Son! No heads-up at all?"
A wave of sultry air hit me, laced with sweet perfume.
"......"
I nearly averted my eyes on reflex.
Way too casual.
Just a flowing silk slip topped with a thin robe, loosely tied at the waist to expose her ample cleavage. Every step flashed thigh through the gap.
"Oh, you brought a guest?"
Mom's eyes widened. Her gaze locked onto Lee Se-yeon clinging to my side.
"Hello. Sorry for dropping by unannounced. I'm the team leader at the health center where Jeong Ji-un works..."
Lee Se-yeon bowed politely. Hard to believe this was the same woman who'd been fondling my cock moments ago.
Mom beamed and started forward—then froze.
"Huh...?"
Her eyes scrutinized Lee Se-yeon's face. At the same time, Lee Se-yeon's expression shifted subtly.
"Wait... no way..."
"...Huh?"
Their gazes tangled in midair.
Silence.
Clueless, I glanced between them.
"You're... Se-yeon, aren't you?"
Mom spoke first.
"Auntie So-hee?"
"Oh my god, it is Se-yeon! It's been forever!"
"...Is it really Auntie So-hee? You look even younger—I didn't recognize you."
"Heavens, listen to her. Still got that silver tongue."
What the hell is this?
Reading my confusion, Mom playfully swatted my shoulder.
Sway. Her breasts jiggled heavily under the robe.
"Son, you didn't know? She's my friend's disciple."
"Disciple?"
First I'd heard of it.
"Yeah, the magical girl world's tiny, right? From B-grade up, everyone's connected somehow. Se-yeon's my cohort's disciple."
"World's small, but running into you here? Never saw that coming..."
Lee Se-yeon smiled shyly.
"Fate, huh?"
Mom, buzzing with excitement, led us to the living room.
"Come in, don't just stand there. I'll put on some tea."
We sat side by side on the living room sofa. The premium leather cradled our asses plushly.
But my mind was on thorns.
This just got weird.
Considering the state of magical girls in our country, it wasn't impossible.
C-grades drew media attention; B-grades dwindled exponentially. There were only a few hundred B-grade magical girls, dozens of A-grades, and fewer than ten S-grades—that was the ecosystem.
Naturally, Mom's network as a retired B-grade with over a decade under her belt was beyond my imagination...
"So, what brings you here? Health center work must keep you swamped."
Mom emerged with a tray of fruit and cookies.
"No time to call ahead. Had urgent business dispatching me to Sector 1. Felt rude to be this close and not stop by."
"Aw, good call. Eaten yet? I can whip something up quick."
"No need, Mom. You must be tired."
"Tired? Nonsense. And Se-yeon's here too."
"No, just seeing you is thrill enough. And..."
Lee Se-yeon lifted her teacup, eyes narrowing. Her gaze skimmed Mom's cleavage before flicking to me.
"Didn't know Ji-un lived in a place like this. Auntie, you're... as stunning as ever."
A loaded nuance.
Her look screamed she pegged me for some incest freak.
Well, not entirely wrong...
I kept my cool.
Even if they knew each other, nothing changed. If anything, I could use it.
Perfect setup to tease Lee Se-yeon's taboo-loving perversions.
"Mom."
"Yeah?"
"Need to discuss something work-related with Team Leader. Private matter."
Mom's eyes widened, then she nodded.
"Oh? Important stuff?"
"Yeah. Health center internal issue—not great for outside. Needed somewhere quiet, so I brought her here."
"Should've said so sooner. Here I am, third-wheeling like an idiot."
Mom covered her mouth, laughing.
"Got it, got it. I'll leave you to it. Chat freely."
"Sorry, Auntie. After all this time..."
Lee Se-yeon feigned regret.
"No worries. Take your time. I'll be in the master bedroom."
Mom headed to the master bedroom. The door clicked shut.
Tick, tock.
The antique wall clock's second hand sounded deafening.
"Whew..."
I sank deep into the sofa backrest. Tension drained away.
"So."
Lee Se-yeon's voice came from beside me. I turned to see her scanning the house with keen interest.
"So-hee Auntie's your stepmom, right?"
"...You knew?"
"Nah, first time today. Knew she'd remarried, but never heard about a son I didn't know."
Lee Se-yeon giggled on.
"Meaning you're not her blood, huh."
She rose from the sofa, strolling to the living room center. She spun under the chandelier, gazing up.
"Fun twist. World's so small."
"...Yeah. Making me the awkward one."
"Awkward?"
She stopped. Turned slowly toward me.
"I like it even more."
Lee Se-yeon stood before me.
Pointed at the master bedroom door. Then trailed that finger to her lips, licking it slowly.
"Thrill of doing it in a place like this... doesn't it get your blood pumping?"
Her hand roamed down my chest. Slipped fingers between shirt buttons to pinch bare skin.
"Like on the train. Said you hated it, but came buckets."
Face screaming she owned the situation.
Amusing, how she strutted oblivious to why I'd brought her here.
"Team Leader."
"What? Scared Auntie'll hear?"
"No."
I seized her wrist. Yanked hard.
Smack.
"Huh...?"
Her eyes bulged. I cut her off.
"Soundproof with magic. Now?"
"What?"
"Block the noise. So nothing reaches the bedroom no matter what we do here."
"That's... easy enough, but why all of a sudden..."
"Do it. Now. Barrier."
She let out a disbelieving chuckle but her fingers were already moving. A B-grade magical girl for whom handling mana was second nature.
Hummm—
The air vibrated faintly. A transparent veil enveloped the living room. The world's noise muffled like a layer had been peeled away.
"There. Now wha—mmph?!"
The moment she smirked in challenge.
I lunged, clamping her mouth and tackling her onto the leather sofa.
No openings given, I mounted her. Pinned her thighs with my knees, bound both wrists with one hand and yanked them overhead.
"Let go! That hurts!"
She thrashed.
A B-grade magical girl, alright. Her slender arms packed serious resistance—enough to fling an ordinary guy flying.
But.
She's buckling.
Muscles enhanced from absorbing Min Seo-yu's poison qi. Plus, her corruption desire aimed at me was dismantling her subconscious defenses. Probably.
"Soundproofed, right? Scream all you want."
"Let go! Not into this!"
Lee Se-yeon snarled.
"F-Force isn't my thing! I-I like being in contr—"
Control, my ass.
I grabbed her blouse buttons.
Pop, snap!
Buttons flew. White skin and black lace bra bared starkly.
"Who gives a shit about your tastes."
"You...!"
She reared up to bite my shoulder. I clamped her jaw roughly with my free hand.
"Mmph, mmf...!"
The master bedroom door.
Just meters away, where my stepmom had gone.
Didn't matter. Magic barrier up, and hypnosis as backup.
I plunged my hand under her skirt without hesitation.
Riiip!
Tore the stockings. Tough nylon screamed as it shredded. White thigh flesh bulged through the runs.
"Stop! No! Ngh!"
She twisted her hips in resistance. But my hand shoved her panties aside.
Soaked.
Knew it.
"No? Pussy's drooling like a faucet."
"Th-That's from the train... hngh!"
That dried up ages ago, slut.
I rammed my middle finger in rough.
Squelch!
"Aaaah!"
"Liar. Sucking me in so greedily."
I hooked my finger like a claw, scraping her inner walls. Unlike Min Seo-yu, the trained muscle bitch—this one looked skinny but was tender and hypersensitive inside.
Her walls clenched my finger tight.
Rejecting, contracting—but that just gripped me harder.
Scrape... squelch...
Other hand undid my belt buckle.
Clink, ziiiip.
My swollen cock sprang free. Veins throbbing on the dark-red monstrosity. Fully recovered, aimed at Lee Se-yeon's pussy.
Her eyes widened. She'd felt it on the train, but seeing it again was different.
"Th-That thing... for real..."
"What. The one you loved so much."
I spread her legs wide.
Hooked one over the sofa arm.
Humiliating pose.
Nothing to hide—her most private spot splayed open before me.
"No... won't fit... it'll rip..."
"We'll see if it fits once it's in."
I pressed the glans to her entrance.
Slip...
Her juices and my leftover cum from before lubed it up. But barely enough.
Her hole was tight.
Narrowest I'd seen—gorgeously so.
She tried bucking her hips back; I gripped her pelvis, locking her.
"No escaping."
"Please... Ji-un... not like this, really."
Terror in her eyes. Genuine.
Which made it all the more intriguing.
The woman who'd pulled that stunt on the train, now trembling at her own ruin.
Same corruption desire, but everyone reacts different. Fun.
Voyeur who got off on others' downfall, now quaking before her own.
"Going in."
Squelch!
Glans aligned, I slammed my weight down in one thrust.
"Hiiiiaaah—!"
A shriek. Without the barrier, the whole neighborhood would've heard. Her back bowed like a bowstring. Nails raked the leather sofa.
"Hoo... fuck, so goddamn tight."
Barely halfway. Glans through, but blocked solid—like pounding a wall.
Her walls screamed rejection. But I didn't stop.
Crack... rip...
Forced my way. Brutal ridges pried open her narrow folds, scraping as they invaded. Her sphincter spasmed, clamping my shaft.
"Relax. Unless you wanna get hurt."
"C-Can't... too big... hngh... dying... I'm dying..."
Hm.
I glanced down.
A trickle of blood flowed.