Prospective Mother-in-Law Conquered, Stepmother Enslaved
Right after stepping out of the inner quarters with Im Jeong-ok—prospective mother-in-law fallen, stepmother turned slave—Han Taeyang headed straight for his room. Trailing silently behind him was Im Jeong-ok, her cheeks flushed, head slightly bowed. Watching her, he couldn't help but smile inwardly at how perfectly everything was unfolding according to plan.
Of course, there had been no need for him to bicker with Lee So-young back there. As the acting family head in place of his dying father, he wielded full authority. He held her body and mind in the palm of his hand—and even possessed a weakness that could destroy her at any moment. From the start, Lee So-young had no means to defy him. Yet he'd deliberately given her an opening, indulging in that pointless argument for one reason alone: he knew exactly what kind of woman Im Jeong-ok was, the one following him now.
A woman who's never truly been loved by a man...
True to Joseon custom, Im Jeong-ok had married young. But as depicted in the original story, a chill had always hung between her and her husband. There were many reasons, but the biggest was Minister Seo Yu-cheon's tastes. Im Jeong-ok was beautiful, but her beauty leaned toward maturity rather than cuteness. With her meek personality and no knack for coquetry, she could be called refined at best—or boring at worst. This clashed with Seo Yu-cheon's preference for young, lively girls on every level. Once her girlish charms faded in her twenties, he stopped seeing her as a woman altogether.
In the end, after the original story's events concluded, Im Jeong-ok abandoned her half-ruined husband's house and returned to her parents' home—that was her final appearance. And this information laid bare to a seasoned MILF hunter like Han Taeyang exactly how to conquer her.
Capturing the heart of a woman starved for love was surprisingly simple.
Just make her feel loved.
It didn't matter if the ploy was obvious. Humans always believed what they wanted to believe—especially those parched for emotion, who fell easily even for shallow illusions. In his past life, a few kind words and small gestures had toppled countless married women. It was a foolproof formula that always worked when conditions aligned. And now, Im Jeong-ok's demeanor as she followed him proved it once more.
Just a week ago, her gaze toward him had been cold—"Mother-in-law" through gritted teeth. But now, cheeks burning, she trailed him like a shy newlywed.
Adorable. Lovable. Sneering inwardly at Minister Seo's blindness to her charms, Han Taeyang reached his room.
"...Thank you... my lord husband."
The moment they entered, Im Jeong-ok bowed deeply to him with genuine gratitude for welcoming her into the household as his wife—a situation that still seemed absurd. Watching her, Han Taeyang felt the characteristic thrill of a MILF hunter surge through him as he reached out toward her.
"Ah...!"
"Isn't it only natural for a husband to protect his wife?"
"Hngh...!"
Her breast filled his hand without reservation—massive, too much for one palm, soft even through her clothes. Slowly, he pulled her body toward him.
"Ah..."
"And just as I fulfill my duties as husband, you must fulfill yours as wife, yes?"
"...Yes... my lord... hngh!"
Im Jeong-ok answered in rapture, lost in the mood. As he gently teased her now-stiffened nipple, Han Taeyang spoke in a serious tone.
"You are mine alone. Forever. I will make it so."
"Aah..."
A declaration that would have sounded like a horrific threat days ago. But now, her face held no trace of rejection—only anticipation, excitement, and pure joy.
Utterly unaware of what awaited her, she simply basked in this moment's happiness. Watching her, a thick smile spread across Han Taeyang's lips.
I'll make you happy... happy enough to lose your mind...
The training plan taking shape in his mind. Taming a woman in love might seem straightforward, but it required finesse. Preparations would take time and care. But first, there was something more urgent.
By now, she should be ripe. Better slide in before she burns up.
*
"Haa... haa..."
Alone in her room, one woman panted heavily. Lee So-young. Even as night fell and darkness blanketed the estate, she couldn't sleep—eyes wide, breaths ragged.
Sleep wouldn't come. Over the past few days, her pent-up lust had reached its breaking point. She'd thought she could control it, that it wouldn't get this bad. But today's unforeseen events had ignited the fragile dam holding back her desires.
Sister Jeong-ok... how... how could she do this to me...
If it had been a stranger, it might not have stung so much. But Im Jeong-ok—someone she knew so well, treated like a blood sister—stealing her man? It went beyond jealousy, carving a sharp sense of betrayal into her heart.
Right now... they're probably going at it like rabbits... while I'm left here alone... ngh... hngh...!
Desperate to quell the arousal, she touched herself. But the more she did, the fiercer her lust grew—loneliness and envy sharpening to a razor's edge. Tears welled in her eyes as her hand worked frantically.
Tears laced with desperate longing for the man who'd reduced her to this.
"You promised... you said you'd never forget..."
Staring at her soaked, unsatisfying hand, the tears spilled down her cheeks to the floor.
Then—
Creak.
"!"
The clear sound in her ears. The door—supposed to be locked—swung open. Trembling, Lee So-young turned slowly.
"...H-how...?"
Her voice quivered. The man she'd never expected here at this hour approached steadily.
"Taeyang... my son... how...?"
Shock mingled with indescribable joy in her question. He knelt before her, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Didn't I promise? No matter what, I'd never let anything harm our bond, Mother."
"B-but... even so, your wife must be waiting... how could... ah..."
His hands drew her close. Amid her pounding heart, his sweet voice murmured.
"You know better than anyone, Mother... do you think one woman could handle all my stamina?"
"!...Pfft... haha..."
A giggle escaped her unbidden. Meant as a joke, perhaps—but it didn't sound like one. Her gloom evaporated in an instant.
And then—
"Hngh...!"
As Han Taeyang gently caressed her folds, a sticky smile curled his lips.
"Let's see just how starved you've been."
"Starved? It's not that bad... ah!"
"Saying that when you're drenched like this. You're as stubborn as ever, Mother."
"Hngh! Th-there... ah! ...N-not so rough... ahaang~"
With those words, Han Taeyang's fingers danced faster. Though using the same technique, it was worlds apart from her solo efforts.
Aah... al-already... like this... kngh...!
He knew her weak spots better than she did. Stimulating her most sensitive places precisely, he made her gush lewd fluids anew in moments.
From mere foreplay, he delivered transcendent pleasure. Panting, Lee So-young watched as he pressed forward his brutally massive cock.
"Gulp..."
So missed these past days. Undimmed despite just leaving another woman, it made her swallow hard. In that instant, she fully realized it.
She—Lee So-young—could no longer live without this.
The lady of the Han house had become this man's complete slave.
Yet knowing this, she felt no sorrow or anguish. There was no need.
She now knew intimately how sweet was the thing she'd once fiercely rejected.
Nothing else matters now... as long as I have this... as long as he makes me feel good... whatever happens...
Her trembling hand reached out. Finally, she grasped it.
Rock-hard, blazing hot. Her Master's cock.
"Hmmm..."
A subtle expression crossed her face as she slowly shed her top. Bare-chested now, she carefully enveloped the shaft between her breasts.
Sucking the exposed tip while sliding her tits up and down. Practicing diligently with wooden phalluses these past days, she asked shyly—like a dog begging praise from its owner.
"Ha... haa... l-like... this... is it good?"