Stepmother's Total Surrender
With her voluptuous breasts clamped tightly around my cock, Lee So-young shook them vigorously. Watching her diligently perform the skill I'd taught her before—the one I called a paizuri—stirred something in me beyond mere pleasure. A faint sense of pride began to swell in my chest.
"Haah... haa... heuuuh... churp..."
She was still woefully inexperienced in many ways. Her paizuri was clumsy, the rhythm of her concurrent fellatio mismatched in spots. But more important than this awkward foreplay was the situation itself.
Damn, she really looks like a bitch in heat now. In the best way possible.
This paizuri wasn't at my command. It was purely her own initiative, driven by her voluntary desire to please me with her entire body. As a seasoned MILF hunter, I knew exactly what this meant.
A slave. Utterly tamed by the collar called pleasure. An existence that obeyed my every word without question.
It's over. Faster than I expected.
It had taken several long stages to reach this point. Her mind overwhelmed by ecstasy. Her will to resist broken in the process. Despair at the realization she could never escape. Finally, a state where she could think of nothing else.
In my previous life, it took considerable time to reduce a woman to this level, but with our mother here, it had been nearly half the average compared to modern housewives.
"Chuuup... chuuuup... haaaah... haaa... churp... churp..."
Why was that? What made the haughty lady of the house, who prized chastity like a Joseon ancestor, break faster than the free-spirited women of the modern world?
I had no trouble pinpointing the cause.
"...Haa... haa... haa... Taeyang... ah... I... I can't anymore... my body... it's burning up... this place... it's too hot..."
Panting desperately, she turned around on all fours, presenting her ass and spreading her dripping pussy wide. In her posture burned a longing not just equal to—but surpassing—that of modern lonely housewives.
"Qu... quickly... put it in... give it to me... ah... no... please... put it in... this... this vulgar cunt... your cock... Eut! Kkuuuuuh!!!"
As per her plea, my cock plunged straight into her pussy. Though she'd only gone a few days without, her hole devoured me like the mouth of a starving man.
"Haa... haa... good... so good... this is what I wanted... how much I've craved it... aaah... there... that's too good... haaaaa... heuuuh!!!"
She thrashed wildly, milking my cock with her body. Having cast off her lady-of-the-house facade entirely, she embodied a bitch in heat—and in that madness lurked something beyond mere obsession.
Full training hasn't even started, and she's already like this... Well, makes sense when you think about it.
Whether modern Korea or this Joseon era, people were fundamentally the same despite differing mindsets. Everyone had sexual desires and sought release. But in this era, such outlets were forbidden.
No porn, the modern staple. No sex toys for solo relief. Wooden phalluses could be found in back alleys, but vibrators or lube? Unthinkable. The repressive society branded even self-pleasure as sin or crime.
And from my past life's encounters with countless housewives, I knew all too well: the more desires were suppressed, the more fiercely they grew from the depths. Especially when twisted by such unnatural repression, once awakened, they erupted uncontrollably.
This reminds me of that corporate chairman's wife from my previous life...
Prim and proper on the surface, but once she surrendered and started riding me, she turned into a rabid dog. Now straddling me in cowgirl, shaking her hips on her own, she evoked that same vibe.
"Haaah! Kkuhuuuh!"
Her frenzied hips arched back sharply. Sticky juices gushed out, wrapping my cock in scorching heat. Yet I held firm. In my old life, I'd have cum by now, but this body shrugged it off.
Grateful for that, I thrust upward, pulling her trembling form—still impaled on my cock—into a tight embrace.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Her half-lidded eyes brimmed with tears. Drool dripped from her lolling tongue. Her flushed face melted in bliss. Drinking in that adorable sight, I wrapped my arms around my first Joseon slave.
"Heut... wai... wait... just... a little rest... heup!"
She tried to protest weakly, but I stole her lips before she finished.
"Haah... haa... heut..."
Her tongue writhed in my mouth, hot and soft, entwining with mine like a pair of serpents.
"Chuuup... heuuuh... heup... haa... haa... haa..."
Our lips parted slowly after the deep kiss, a thread of saliva lingering. I whispered in her ear.
"Don't worry, Mother..."
"Haa... uuh... eut!!"
Gripping her firmly, my cock drove deeper. Her expression shattered. Smiling wickedly, I said,
"From now on, I'll take care of everything."
"Wai... no... wait... if you do it like that now...!! Kkuuuuuh!!!!"
Her body clutched in my arms, I pistoned savagely into her depths. Unlike before, when I'd let her lead, now my cock rampaged like an untethered stallion. Her pussy spasmed with every thrust.
"Heuuuuh! Kruuuuh! Wai... you're... too rough... kkeheuuuuh!"
Her clumsy, responsive body felt all the better for it.
"Heuuuuh... heuuu... no... I... I'm really... going crazy... heuuuuh!!!"
Eyes rolled back, tongue out, face tear-streaked. Stiff nipples, jiggling breasts. And pussy juice squirting like a broken faucet. Ravaging it all, I drowned in rising pleasure and dark exhilaration.
Then.
"Eut!"
"Guh!!"
A sudden snag, and my cock unleashed the pent-up load. She let out a final cry, her body convulsing. Urine-tinged fluids poured out as she went limp.
I gently laid down her fainted form at climax's peak and quietly admired my fully claimed bitch.
"He... uuh... he... uuuh... uuh..."
Weird moans escaped as she shuddered. Soaked in cum, juices, and sweat, eyes rolled back, utterly disheveled. This was the sight impossible in the original romance fantasy—but exactly what I'd fantasized about.
Joy surged through me, mingled with even greater anticipation. Rising, I began cleaning up.
Time to move to the next phase...
*
"...Hng..."
Im Jeong-ok stirred under the blankets, opening her eyes. Though the morning sun brought a slight chill, her heart warmed like a heated ondol floor.
It was... the best... last night...
She'd spent the night lost in carnal bliss in Han Taeyang's arms. Though she'd passed out from exhaustion at the end, those sensations lingered vividly.
The happiness of womanhood she'd never known before.
Today too... we can do it? Tonight... alone with my husband... or maybe right now, before the day even starts...
With rare optimism for the day ahead, she slowly rose.
But.
...Hm? Where did he go?
Her side of the bed was empty, dashing her hopes. Feeling puzzled and a touch disappointed, she dressed and stood.
"Ah, you're awake, Young Mistress?"
Stepping out, she was greeted by Yoo Cheon-hyang's beaming bow. Smiling wryly at the unfamiliar title, Im Jeong-ok asked softly,
"Yes, I slept well. But where has my husband gone?"
"Hm? Wasn't he in the room? Well, at this hour, he's probably gone to pay respects to Madam..."
"...I see?"
For some reason, "Madam" grated unpleasantly.
Madam... must mean So-young... but what's this feeling?
No clear reason, but something felt off. Composing herself, she said calmly,
"I'll go pay my respects too. Show me the way."
"Yes, Young Mistress."