Prospective Mother-in-Law Fallen, Stepmother Enslaved
Han Taeyang sat back in his seat with a relaxed expression. Dressed neatly, a faint smile played on his lips as he quietly savored his tea and the splendid view—like a picture-perfect scholar. And before him unfolded a scene more breathtaking than any natural wonder in this world, at least in his eyes.
"Haa... haa..."
Lee So-young moved her hand slowly. In her grip was the wooden phallus he'd given her before. Once an utterly vulgar object in her mind, it had become a cherished link binding her to him—a simple toy that eased her loneliness. Now she stirred her own pussy with it, putting on a show for him. Her clit throbbed visibly, and lewd juices gushed from within with obscene squelches.
Hnng... hnng... Me... I'm actually... doing this... in front of my stepson... masturbating... I shouldn't... but... aaah... I can't stop...
It felt entirely different from those solitary nights in the corner of her room. Knowing someone watched as she plunged her fingers into her filthy depths—that indescribable shame and humiliation blossomed into a chilling, perverse pleasure. Under Han Taeyang's calm gaze, which she felt across every inch of her skin, Lee So-young stirred her pussy ever more fiercely. Each brush of his eyes over her nipples or a lick along her inner thighs made her core burn hotter, soaking through.
"Haaah! Nn! C-... Cumming... I'm... gonna... cum..."
Her body teetered on the edge, waves of ecstasy crashing toward climax. Lips bitten tight to stifle her cries, she pumped her hand faster for that final release.
But then—
"Ma'am! The young mistress has come to pay her respects!"
"!"
"..."
Yoo Cheon-hyang's voice rang out from beyond the door. Her usual cheerful tone hit like a falling boulder. Lee So-young froze mid-motion.
*Slide...*
"...Hoo."
Im Jeong-ok stood before the door, a touch tense. Though the woman inside was her much younger sister, this was her first formal greeting as 'daughter-in-law' to her 'mother-in-law.' Han Taeyang had shielded them, but the other woman still held their weakness. Careful not to offend, she placed a hand on the door.
*Slide...*
It opened smoothly. Her eyes fell on her husband, already seated as expected—Han Taeyang. And then...
"...Oh? Sis?"
Im Jeong-ok halted in her tracks. Lee So-young, still seated, panted softly. "...Haa... haa... C-come... in..."
"Wh-what's wrong, Mother? Are you unwell...?"
Sweat-slicked skin, disheveled hair, flushed face—Im Jeong-ok's heart filled with genuine worry at the sight.
"I... I see... You're not feeling well today. Cough... cough..."
Lee So-young coughed delicately, as if forcing it out. Im Jeong-ok sat before her, truly concerned. "Is it bad? We should call a physician if—"
"N-no... It's fine. A little rest and I'll recover."
Even as she spoke, her unnatural stiffness was obvious. Im Jeong-ok's worry deepened.
She collapsed from anemia right in front of me last time... Is it really something serious?
Despite their awkward mother-in-law and (fake) daughter-in-law dynamic, Lee So-young remained her little sister and precious friend in Im Jeong-ok's heart. With sincere concern, she pressed gently. "But Mother, you've been off before too. Please, at least see a doctor now..."
"I... I know my own body bett— Urk!..."
"M-Mother?"
Lee So-young winced, her face twisting uncomfortably—even seated, she swayed. Im Jeong-ok reached out instinctively to support her.
*Slap!*
"!"
"Hah... hah... hah..."
But Lee So-young slapped her hand away roughly. Panting, she fixed Im Jeong-ok with a cold, rippling glare and spoke firmly. "Urk... Enough... Leave."
"B-but Mother..."
"Now!"
"..."
Lee So-young's open hostility left Im Jeong-ok at a loss. Then—
"Let's go, my lady."
"!... H-Husband..."
"..."
"The greetings are done. Mother seems uncomfortable, so we'll withdraw for now."
"...Y-yes... Understood... Husband."
"..."
Han Taeyang placed a light hand on Im Jeong-ok's shoulder. Even in this tension, his warm touch warmed her heart. She rose carefully at his words.
"Then... we'll take our leave. Call if you need anything later."
"...Fine. Go."
Her words fell like frost. Im Jeong-ok sighed inwardly and exited with Han Taeyang.
"...Is she really okay? Leaving Mother like that..."
Im Jeong-ok voiced her genuine worry to her husband. Han Taeyang smiled faintly. "No need to fret. She has these spells, but they pass soon enough. She'd say if it were serious."
"I... see..."
His calm reassurance eased her somewhat, though worry lingered.
She wasn't this frail before... Maybe all the hardship after marriage wore her down...
Memories of a wildly playful Lee So-young clashed with her changed self, stirring pity. As daughter-in-law—no, as her big sister—Im Jeong-ok wanted to help.
"Enough about Mother. Let's head inside."
"Pardon? Inside— Ah!"
Suddenly, a firm hand gripped her ass from behind. At an angle hidden from passing servants, it caressed her cheeks slowly.
"H-Husband... Not here..."
"Then we should hurry inside. Don't you agree, my lady?"
"Ah..."
Understanding his intent, Im Jeong-ok bowed her head shyly. A bashful smile curved her lips as she murmured, eyes averted. "Y-yes... Let's go... Husband..."
Worry fled, replaced by anticipation and arousal on her face.
And Han Taeyang's gaze, watching her, shifted toward the closed inner quarters—with a faint smile creeping onto his lips.
*
"Urk... haaaaaah..."
Once the door shut and their footsteps faded, Lee So-young's face slackened. She plunged her hand back into her skirt. In it: the wooden phallus, slick with her juices.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Interrupted mid-climax by Im Jeong-ok's sudden arrival, she'd hidden it inside her pussy. Staring at it, irritation surged anew.
Damn her... Ruining it right when I was so close...
Forced to stop at the peak, then endure pointless chatter about physicians—it grated, intentional or not. Im Jeong-ok's actions as 'daughter-in-law' bred deep displeasure.
And calling him 'Husband' so brazenly... Shameless bitch.
The young man meant for her daughter, now hearing 'husband' from Im Jeong-ok's lips without hesitation—it poured oil on Lee So-young's smoldering unease.
Once more, since yesterday, she recognized: that woman was no longer the sister she loved, but an 'enemy' threatening her happiness.
Grinding her teeth quietly, Lee So-young schemed.
She wanted to expose everything and kick the wench out. But with Lord Han Sook-beon on his deathbed, it risked the family's reputation, as Han Taeyang warned.
Worse, her true protector was Han Taeyang—her master, holding body and soul. No matter the discomfort, she couldn't defy him.
We'll have to endure this awkward cohabitation for a while. In that case...
Ousting Im Jeong-ok was impossible now. But as her mother-in-law and lady of the house, she held authority to command her.
In some cases... even harsh measures.
Yes... If I do that...