Prospective Mother-in-Law Falls, Stepmother Submits
Even as the sun dipped below the horizon, the wedding banquet raged on boisterously. Guests who had been thoroughly drunk from the early hours were now reduced to near comas—some half-dozing, others endlessly repeating the same tired stories amid raucous laughter and chatter.
However, in stark contrast to the clamor outside, the bridal chamber where the groom and bride—the stars of the evening—had retired was utterly silent.
Han Taeyang sat before her, wordlessly sipping his tea. As she gazed at him, she... was the one sitting in place of the rightful bride... Seo Hyo-jeong. Im Jeong-ok, disguised as the bride at her daughter's final plea.
With her head bowed low, she strained to keep her face hidden, stealthily glancing at him from time to time.
...What... should I do? From now on... what am I supposed to...
She had done this for her daughter's sake... and, if she was honest, to give her estranged husband, Lord Seo, a taste of his own medicine for the first time. To pull it off, she'd hastened the liquor service, lacing the guests' drinks with potent brew to get them sloshed faster. The servants involved had long been bribed.
The ceremony had passed without a hitch, and in the process, Im Jeong-ok had tasted a strange thrill she'd never known before. Crowds showering unknowing congratulations and joy. And crucially, her husband—too drunk to tell his own daughter from her—clapping along like a fool. Lord Seo's utter disgrace.
The nail-biting anxiety of possible discovery mingled with dark excitement had finally ended, leading her to this bridal chamber. But her relief at dodging disaster was short-lived.
Regaining her composure upon entering, Im Jeong-ok belatedly realized the utter folly of her actions. Alone with that Han Taeyang.
Dusk had fallen, blanketing the room in shadow, and her face was thick with makeup. Yet could she truly fool him, sitting so close she could hear his breath? They'd met multiple times during wedding preparations, after all. Relying on makeup and darkness to deceive him in this situation... it wouldn't be easy.
Still, I have to try fooling him as long as possible... but getting caught is just a matter of time. And when that happens...
He'd realize the deception, storm out in a rage, shatter the betrothal, and tear both families apart. In the worst case, her husband might cast her out, and she'd be exiled from her clan. For the real Im Jeong-ok, this would have been unthinkable.
But having already thrown caution to the wind... she felt strangely indifferent to the consequences.
At least... this way, she can be happy... unlike me... she'll get to...?!
Suddenly, a wave of heat pierced her thoughts. Lost in reverie, Im Jeong-ok unwittingly lifted her head.
Before her loomed the man's face—Han Taeyang's. Even in this predicament, up close like this, his handsome features struck her undeniably.
A strange flutter stirred in her chest, but she steeled herself for the inevitable uproar. With their eyes now locked, she braced for chaos as he reached out toward her. Swallowing dryly, she watched his hand seize her hair firmly, as if to drag her out by it.
Yes... make a scene. Snap those oblivious fools out there back to reality...!
But then.
*Smack.*
"Mmph?!?"
The unexpected warmth on her lips caught her utterly off guard. Before she could react, his mouth claimed hers, shattering her poise in an instant.
What... what's this...? Why... a kiss here...? Does he still think I'm Hyo-jeong...?
Her resolve crumbled before this unforeseen turn. Amid her confusion, the heat on her lips intensified.
"Haah... *slurp*... Haaah... *lick lick*."
No mere brushing of lips—this was a deep, tongue-plunging kiss. It felt nothing like the perfunctory pecks from her husband in their distant, happier days.
What... is this...? He's too good...
His tongue writhed lasciviously, invading every corner of her mouth without mercy, delivering scorching heat laced with an indescribably sweet allure.
N-no... this... is wrong...
The kiss alone melted her brain with overwhelming intensity. As the first truly sinful, decadent kiss of her life ended, Im Jeong-ok gasped, her face flushed crimson, breath ragged.
"Hah... hah... Wh-what... was th—!"
Han Taeyang laid her down on the bedding. Overpowered by his irresistible strength, she stammered in deepening panic.
"W-wait... s-something's wrong! I-I'm not... I'm... Mmph!"
His lips sealed hers again before she could finish. Simultaneously, his hand deftly slipped downward with expert ease.
W-wait... not there...!
His fingers plunged into her folds. The fluid motion left her defenseless, helpless to resist.
And then.
*Squish! Squish!*
"Nngh! Uuugh!!! N-no... st-stop... stop right now or—Nngh!!"
His fingers targeted her weak spots precisely, stirring slowly. Mere foreplay, yet it kneaded her mind like dough in his bare hands.
I have to get away... if I stay like this... I'll really...
Amid the terrifying surge of pleasure, she struggled to resist. She meant to confess the truth, damn the fallout and the family chaos.
But.
"W-wai... Mmph... mmph! Hnngh-mmph! St-stop... hnnngh!"
Her attempts to speak were smothered by his relentless kisses. She tried biting down, but her frail body couldn't overpower his strength.
Top and bottom invaded without mercy, she desperately fought the boiling ecstasy.
Nngh! I... have to endure... I'm the lady of this house... not here, in my own home, to some outsider's hands... let alone the man who was almost my son-in-law... no...!
Fists clenched till her nails drew blood, she clung to her pride as matron. Yet despite her iron will...
"Eut... hnnghut... eut! Her body betrayed her.
N-no... lies... I can't... be like this... eut! Nnguuuh!!!
Something inside her snapped. Pleasure gushed from her core. Her resolve shattered in mere minutes; she arched like a bow, trembling violently in climax.
And then.
"Heh..."
Han Taeyang smiled in satisfaction at the sight. Ending the kiss, he gently cupped her panting chin and murmured softly.
"...Beautiful. Far more than I imagined."
"...!"
Those sweet words pierced her lingering haze. Praise she hadn't heard from her husband in over a decade made her heart skip despite herself.
Beau...tiful...? Me...?
She'd long thought her allure faded. From the day her husband neglected her and took a concubine, she'd considered her life as a woman over.
Now, this unexpected compliment shook her unwittingly.
N-no... I can't... let this sway me... I have to tell him quick—I'm not Hyo-jeong, I'm her mother...
Determined to clear the misunderstanding first, she opened her mouth hastily.
"W-wait, Young Master Han, I-I'm..."
But.
"Husband."
"!"
His firm interruption silenced her. Gazing at her stunned expression, Han Taeyang spoke gravely.
"Young Master Han? How can you call your husband by such a title?"
"Th-that's..."
"Come on, say it. Husband."
"N-no... I..."
"Now!"
His stern tone carried unyielding authority. Im Jeong-ok's lips quivered, but no words came. She'd tried minor defiance before, but she'd never truly defied her husband.
The notion that a woman must yield to a man was deeply ingrained. And this man before her exuded far greater presence and dignity than her own spouse.
Fear washed over her. Her instincts screamed: Don't resist. Women obey men. Even if it's a misunderstanding, a lie... never challenge your 'husband'...
As always, her ingrained submission won. She bowed to him.
"...I-I'm sorry... H-husband..."
A faint smile curved Han Taeyang's lips.
And then.
"!"
He unveiled his massive manhood before her. His intent was crystal clear. To the bewildered Im Jeong-ok, he commanded sternly.
"Hurry and spread them."