Prospective Mother-in-Law Conquered, Stepmother Subdued
A chilling question, utterly devoid of warmth. Im Jeong-ok found herself momentarily speechless.
"I'll ask once more. What on earth is the meaning of this?"
"Th-that's..."
"Why is it not Lady Seo Hyo-jeong, but you, Mother-in-law, doing such a thing!"
Han Taeyang posed the question again in a voice like an ice pick. In response,
"Th-that... it's... Hyo... Hyo-jeong..."
At that moment, Im Jeong-ok had no choice but to reveal everything in a trembling voice.
Her connection with some nameless commoner man, her daughter's deep dissatisfaction with this marriage because of it. In the end, the girl had vanished somewhere last night, and to somehow salvage the situation, she had made this choice.
Terrified, she confessed every detail. Right after spilling all the facts while gripped by fear, Im Jeong-ok—still naked from their recent lovemaking—knelt on the floor and bowed her head deeply.
"I... I'm truly, truly sorry... I just wanted to deceive people's eyes for my daughter's sake for a little while... I never intended for it to go this far..."
"For someone who says that, you seemed awfully eager to devour my cock, didn't you?"
"! Th-that's..."
Han Taeyang reached out toward her. The gesture instilled a terror like being threatened with a blade. It slowly brushed her lips.
The pure white semen clinging to his fingers. As he slowly rubbed it between them, Han Taeyang spoke in a voice cold as ice.
"No matter how you try to explain it away... in the end, you craved a man. Starved for desire for so long, you lusted after your son-in-law's body and committed this act."
"N-no... no, that's not... I would never... Ah... aaah..."
Han Taeyang's icy words cut deep. Im Jeong-ok, desperate to refute them, could only let out a pained moan as her words failed her.
In truth, she had originally planned to reveal her identity first. Through that, she intended to end this misunderstanding, and as a mother who loved her daughter, confess the truth to Han Taeyang openly. Even if it brought great shame upon the family, she was confident she wouldn't regret committing such an act.
This was all for her daughter. As a pure act of a mother, she saw it as a form of atonement and duty.
But in this moment, that sense of 'righteousness' no longer lingered in Im Jeong-ok's heart.
Having climaxed countless times under Han Taeyang's touch, she had been swept away by a moment of pleasure. In doing so, she had shattered her own justification with her own hands.
She had licked the cock of the man who would become her son-in-law. And even now, that man's semen still lingered in her mouth.
Having kicked away her own excuse of "for my daughter," Im Jeong-ok could only bow her head in deep shame and self-loathing, utterly speechless.
At that moment... a hand gently stroked her head. Feeling its hot yet cool touch, Im Jeong-ok lifted her head slowly, gripped by profound fear.
The man's gaze looking down at her. A smile played on his lips, but his eyes did not smile. Seeing his utterly terrifying expression, an even deeper terror settled in her heart.
And toward such an Im Jeong-ok, her son-in-law—no, the man named Han Taeyang—spoke in a calm voice.
"If word of this gets out... it would be quite troublesome in many ways. Not only would the Seo family be ruined, but you, Mother-in-law, would hang for the heinous crime of deceiving and ravishing your son-in-law."
"S-such a..."
In fact, Han Taeyang had led the lovemaking from start to nearly the end, with Im Jeong-ok simply swept along. But in this situation, there was enough ambiguity for it to be seen otherwise.
From the moment she entered dressed as the bride, she had no room for excuses. It wasn't just being cast out from the family.
The word 'death' itself began to tighten its grip on Im Jeong-ok's already terror-stricken mind even more fiercely.
"Moreover, we'd have to hunt down that wench Seo Hyo-jeong who conspired in this incest and execute her properly. No matter how far she flees, posting notices across the nation would catch her soon enough, wouldn't it?"
"Wh-what are you saying! N-no! She has nothing to do with this! Everything... everything was my sole decision..."
"Who would believe that? Now that this has happened."
"!"
Still gently stroking her head, Han Taeyang continued in a quiet voice. Im Jeong-ok's face twisted as if struck on the head with a flail.
As Han Taeyang said, no one would believe her now after committing such an act. And though her daughter had fled somewhere unknown, nationwide notices would make it only a matter of time before she was found.
If that happened... not only she, but her daughter too, could end up hanging—as vile mother and daughter who defiled the family and committed incest.
"N-no... no... not that... anything but that..."
Han Taeyang rose from his seat. Watching him, despair dripped from Im Jeong-ok's voice.
Though the trigger was her fleeing daughter's plea, to Im Jeong-ok, this situation was entirely her own blunder.
Because of her foolish actions... above all, her daughter's life now hung by a thread.
Gripped by extreme guilt and desperation, Im Jeong-ok crawled on the floor and clung to Han Taeyang's leg with all her strength as he headed for the door.
"...Let go."
"I beg you... n-no... please, I beg you! Spare my daughter! She... she's innocent. It's all my fault for raising her poorly! I'll do anything. Whatever Young Master commands, I'll do it all! So please... just spare our daughter..."
Tears streaming down her face, she pleaded desperately for mercy. In her naked, threadbare form, there was no trace left of the quiet matron she once was. All that remained was a frantic mother clinging to save her offspring's life.
As her earnest pleas continued...
"If that's the case... then all is not lost."
Those words slipped from his lips. Still clutching his leg and weeping, Im Jeong-ok slowly looked up.
What she saw was Han Taeyang's face with a faint smile. Though it carried an ominous unease, the faint hope that her daughter might live made her ask,
"T-tell... tell me... n-no, please tell me. What must I... what must this girl do, Young Master?"
Using even unfamiliar phrasing in her desperation, Im Jeong-ok implored him. Looking at her, Han Taeyang smiled deeply and said,
"My husband."
"...Pardon?"
The sudden, unexpected words left her momentarily flustered. Staring straight into her face, Han Taeyang said quietly,
"Didn't I tell you earlier? Call me 'my husband.'"
"! M-my... my hus... husband..."
Im Jeong-ok uttered the title once more. Han Taeyang placed his hand on her head, slowly lowering himself to meet her eyes at the same level.
"From this moment... you are no longer Im Jeong-ok. You are my wife, Seo Hyo-jeong. Do you understand what I mean?"
"! ...D-don't tell me."
At his words, Im Jeong-ok realized his demand. For her to take her daughter's place meant covering up the incident as is. More precisely, in exchange for sparing her daughter's life, she would continue playing the daughter's role indefinitely.
Considering that a noble housewife rarely ventured outside, it wasn't an impossible task. Of course, there would be much to arrange beyond that...
But Im Jeong-ok had no other choice. Refusing here meant her daughter's death.
"Your answer?"
"Y-yes... my husband."
She replied in a trembling voice. Satisfied, Han Taeyang gripped her head and slowly guided it downward.
Before her eyes appeared Han Taeyang's cock once more. Back in the same position as before.
Looking at Im Jeong-ok's still-dazed expression, Han Taeyang said quietly,
"What are you doing? Finish what you started."
"!"
His utterly nonchalant command. Realizing late, she responded in a frantic voice.
"Y-yes... my husband..."
Im Jeong-ok hurriedly began sucking Han Taeyang's cock. But unlike when pleasure had gripped her earlier,
Her heart now swirled with complex emotions.
She still couldn't fathom why this man had chosen this path. Was it to protect the Han family's honor from the marriage fraud? Or to secretly blackmail Grand Councilor Seo for something more?
She couldn't discern his true intent. But as a result, her life had twisted grotesquely. Toward a future she could no longer predict, thick anxiety welled up.
At the same time, harboring an inexplicable anticipation,
She threw herself into satisfying her "husband's" cock with all her might.
It's so big... truly... this is the cock of the man I'll serve from now on...
Feeling her chest strangely flutter at the thought, Im Jeong-ok diligently worked her tongue.
In the process... before she knew it, one of her hands drifted to her own pussy.
"...Haah... haa... haht!..."
Mingling lewd moans as she fulfilled her wifely duty, Im Jeong-ok continued. Watching her,
A deep smile spread across Han Taeyang's lips.