Prospective Mother-in-Law and Stepmother: Submission
Im Jeong-ok and Seo Hyo-jeong returned home utterly defeated. Even though the sun had long set and it was late, they headed straight for where Lord Seo Yu-cheon awaited them. The family head had ordered an immediate report—no waiting until tomorrow—since the fate of their house hung in the balance. Despite their profound exhaustion, the two women suppressed their desperate urge to collapse and dragged their feet toward the inner quarters, which felt farther than ever tonight.
"We could just tell him in the morning... That man, honestly..."
"It's an urgent matter, isn't it? He probably wants to hear the results as soon as possible and start planning countermeasures."
"Countermeasures? Please. He's just impatient to suck the marrow from the Han family as quickly as he can."
"..."
Her daughter's grumbled complaint slipped out. Im Jeong-ok offered no response, no rebuke. It seemed like trivial griping, a touch rude even, but coming from her usually reticent daughter, it was unusual.
She must be in a really foul mood. I would be too...
It wasn't just the family head's pointless impatience. The root of her child's discontent was this very situation—the unwanted marriage rushed forward, all but sealed. A perfectly natural reaction, so Im Jeong-ok had nothing more to say. In the heavy silence that followed, she simply trudged onward, unaware of the strange expression flickering across her daughter's face behind her.
"My lord, the lady and young miss have arrived."
-"Let them enter."
The weary pair finally reached Lord Seo. Inside the room, he sat in his nightclothes, his recently taken concubine nestled right beside him.
"Oh, the grand lady has arrived. Then this girl will step out for now, my lord."
The young concubine—her breasts fully exposed as she slipped off her top, not much older than Seo Hyo-jeong—bowed slightly and rose to leave. But Lord Seo waved her down casually.
"No need. It's not some state secret, and you're part of this household now. Stay and listen."
"Hee-hee. Yes, my lord."
With a coquettish giggle, the young woman pressed even closer to Lord Seo, brazenly rubbing her breasts against his arm while flashing a sly smile at Im Jeong-ok, seated right in front of them. Her position in the family might be lowly, but she was flaunting her dominance over the wife. An act rude and infuriating enough to churn the stomach—yet Im Jeong-ok showed no reaction, merely sighing inwardly. She no longer had the energy or will to protest such things.
Feeling her pathetic lot more sharply than ever, Im Jeong-ok quietly recounted the events in a meek voice... well, everything except the part about Lee So-young collapsing.
"As expected... the timeline's been pulled forward dramatically."
"Yes. Just as you anticipated, my lord... the Han family seems eager to push this through quickly too."
"Excellent. Dragging it out further risks who knows what changes."
Lord Seo nodded, a satisfied smile curling his lips—relief and joy that his worries were resolving smoothly.
But shadows darkened Im Jeong-ok's face as she watched. Despair at the inescapable reality now closing in.
"Go rest now. I'm turning in soon myself."
"Oh my~ My lord..."
Caressing the concubine's breast, Lord Seo flashed an even lewder grin. Tasting deeper weariness, Im Jeong-ok—the lady of the house, his wife—felt like nothing more than a servant delivering a message. She rose silently.
Walking slowly with her daughter, the weight in her steps heavier than usual amid the lewd laughter of her husband and his concubine echoing in her ears.
"Mother... are you all right?"
"...It's nothing new. No need to worry. You should focus on comporting yourself properly now that your marriage is all but certain."
"...Yes, Mother."
Im Jeong-ok's voice was flat, almost indifferent. Yet beneath it lingered an unmistakable thread of despair. With the wedding date advanced, it was now inevitable. And the groom? A man as loathsome as the one who'd driven nails into her own heart—or perhaps worse.
If her husband had made her weep, it was obvious her daughter would shed tears too. She'd done her utmost to prevent this, but in the end, she changed nothing.
I'm sorry... truly...
Apologies she couldn't voice aloud, repeated endlessly in her heart. Tormented by her failure as a mother, she silently echoed the hollow words once more.
Meanwhile, gazing at her mother's back, precious Seo Hyo-jeong offered her own quiet atonement inwardly.
Forgive me, Mother. But... I must claim my own happiness. No matter the cost...
No hesitation, no lingering regrets. She'd long abandoned hope in her father, who orchestrated this, or her mother, who merely acquiesced.
Steeling her resolve once more, Seo Hyo-jeong mentally reviewed her plans. For the 'happiness' that man had promised her.
*
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Her ragged breaths filled the room, thick with exhaustion and an even deeper thirst. Hearing that sweet sound, I slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"!"
What met my eyes: Lee So-young, sitting on the bed, gazing at me with desperate longing.
"Is Mother feeling better? You looked so unwell—I was worried."
"...Ugh..."
My question dripped with sincerity that bordered on audacious. She averted her eyes shyly, turning her head. Her body trembled faintly. One might mistake it for anxiety or fear... but I knew better. Right there beside her lay the proof: the wooden phallus still slick with her juices. No fear fueled those shivers—only lust.
Grinning deeply, I looked down at her with feigned concern.
"As long as you're all right. I'll take my leave then. Rest well."
I turned to go. Then—
"..."
"Heh."
A hand clutched my ankle. A faint tremor, laced with the dregs of hesitation. Yet her desire burned through clearly, that intoxicating arousal. Savoring it deeply for a moment, I played dumb.
"Is there something you want to say?"
"Th-that's..."
"If not, please let go. I'm a bit tired from entertaining guests."
As I shook off her grip—
"F-fuck me..."
"..."
Her clear plea rang in my ears. My lips curved naturally upward as I replied calmly.
"What was that, Mother?"
"F-fuck... me... with your... your cock... my... my pussy..."
"Heh..."
Her trembling, stammering words were so adorably pathetic I nearly pinned her down right then. Restraining myself, I knelt slowly, locking eyes with her.
Sweat beaded on her flushed face from arousal and shame. Utterly beautiful. I reached out, gently stroking her chin.
And then—
"I don't quite follow."
"! Th-that's..."
"Be clear, please. What should I do to you with what, Mother?"
"Nngh... ugh... khk..."
Tears welled in her eyes at my demand, soaking her reddened lids before streaming down her cheeks. They dripped past my fingers holding her chin to the floor.
Finally, in a quivering voice, she spoke.
"Please... with your... cock... ravage my... my cunt..."
Her head drooped in defeat, her last resistance crumbling. Overwhelmed by uncontainable excitement, I reached for her.
"Ah..."
She offered no resistance as I laid her back on the bed. Clad in her white mourning garb, disheveled from her recent self-indulgence, her stiff pink nipples and dripping, swollen labia peeked through—needing no foreplay.
The scene I'd craved since arriving in this world... no, perhaps since reading the original novel. Burning it into my eyes, I drew out my fully erect cock.
Just as she desired.