Ginger Torment and the Master's Judgment
Im Jeong-ok wore an expression filled with doubt and confusion. From her perspective, she couldn't make sense of what Lee So-young was saying.
'Steal... away...? What... does that... mean...?'
It had been barely two weeks since she'd come to this house. Though they had once been like sisters, Lee So-young was now unequivocally her mother-in-law. Im Jeong-ok had always shown her the utmost respect as a dutiful daughter-in-law, prioritizing rank over age. Above all, since Im Jeong-ok herself wasn't in a position to act boldly, she had no choice but to bow her head and yield.
What on earth had she stolen from Lee So-young?
Far from resolving her doubts, Im Jeong-ok sank deeper into bewilderment. Watching her, Lee So-young let out a small sigh, her anger giving way to a more motherly tone.
"Haa... I see... you truly don't understand..."
With that, Lee So-young slowly slipped her hand into her bosom and drew out a silver dagger.
"!"
The blade gleamed coldly. At the sight, Im Jeong-ok's heart plummeted.
'N-no... way... is she really going to... kill me here?'
She still couldn't fully grasp the situation, but one thing was now crystal clear: Lee So-young harbored intense hatred toward her. Just moments ago, the woman had nearly drowned her without hesitation. In this context, drawing a blade was terror incarnate...
But the next instant, contrary to Im Jeong-ok's fears, Lee So-young used the silver dagger to carve a fresh piece of ginger she'd just picked up—one twice as thick as the previous one, looking like it would inflict pain worse than a direct stab.
'! N-no... not that... I'm already at my limit... if she does that again now...!'
Even now, her body screamed from unrelenting itchiness and heat. The lingering aftershocks of that horrific climax that had forced her fluids out hadn't faded. In her hypersensitive state, enduring that once more...
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand."
Lee So-young shook the neatly carved ginger slowly. As she brought it back to Im Jeong-ok's anus, the woman mustered what little strength she had left and began thrashing in desperate refusal.
"! Mmph!!! Mmmph! Mmmpgh!!!"
"Hee-hee, don't fuss so much. I'll let you taste it... properly once more!"
"Grrrrrrraaaghh!!!!"
With Lee So-young's chilling voice, the ginger invaded her anus again. Thicker than before, and with her body already sensitized from the prior torment, it delivered unbearable agony straight to Im Jeong-ok's brain.
"Graaaagh! Guuuuuaaaah!!!"
Horrific screams erupted each time the ginger scraped her insides. Though her body was utterly drained, the pain beyond limits wrung fresh cries from her.
It hurts... it... huuuurts... A torment gnawing at her sanity. Amid pure suffering with not a shred of pleasure left...
Her mind could form only one thought.
It... hurts so much... Husband... if this pain keeps going... I'll... really break...
Brutally slashed by an incomprehensible enemy's blade. Amid it all, Im Jeong-ok shed tears of despair, pleading to someone who couldn't possibly hear.
This moment, she desperately longed to see that one person's face...
"Kkhuek!... Kk... Hus... band... Hnngh!... H-hus... b..."
"! Kkh..."
The word slipped through her gagged lips. Muffled and hard to discern, yet Lee So-young understood it clearly. In this situation, this wretched woman was calling for him... her own Master.
Fury boiled within her at the realization. Enraged that she could even think to do so.
Lee So-young gripped the ginger tighter and, without realizing it, shouted.
"Shut up! How dare you call for him here? You think he'll come just because—!"
Then.
A sudden chilling sensation. A heavy grip seized the wrist holding the ginger. Lee So-young's face drained of color.
And then.
"I'm sorry, but... he has come, Mother."
"!!"
A voice pierced her ear, icy and serene. Her sole Master... Han Taeyang's voice. Calm and quiet, yet like a heart gripped raw and slowly crushed. Lee So-young froze rigid.
Without sparing her another glance, Han Taeyang drew his blade and freed Im Jeong-ok. He then draped a nearby cloth over her naked body, lifted her gently into his arms.
"Hus... hus... band... how... are you... here..."
Im Jeong-ok gazed at the man holding her through hazy eyes, her voice faint as if it might vanish any second. Meeting her gaze, Han Taeyang spoke calmly.
"You're safe now. Rest for a bit."
A curt, stern command carrying a husband's authority. Yet to Im Jeong-ok in this moment, it sounded nothing but warm and tender.
Devoid of even a scrap of energy, a faint smile still bloomed on her lips.
Aah... Husband... like this... saving me once more...
Joy. Relief. Affection beyond words. Feeling her body and soul, already dyed by this man, deepen in hue even further, Im Jeong-ok slipped into unconsciousness amid profound relief.
And...
"..."
"Hik!..."
Han Taeyang turned slowly, still cradling the fainted Im Jeong-ok. Stark fury etched his cold, hardened face.
"...M-Mas... ter... Th-this... it's... I mean..."
The word "Master" had slipped out unbidden. But in this instant, Lee So-young had no strength left to hide her true feelings.
How had things come to this? She'd thought Han Taeyang wouldn't arrive until tomorrow at earliest... after sunset at the soonest. He'd confirmed it himself in response to her offhand question.
Yet here he was, while the sun still hung high, right at the moment she'd committed her deed.
Plunged into deep confusion, then pure terror, Lee So-young could only tremble as Han Taeyang approached wordlessly.
And...
"!"
He stood before her, staring silently. Though mere seconds passed, it felt like years.
"Prepare yourself."
"!"
Finally, his quiet, curt words—like a blade—pierced her heart like a dagger, accompanied by soul-piercing dread.
"Ah... aaah..."
Her legs gave out, and she collapsed in place. Leaving her behind, Han Taeyang departed without another word. A deep smile played on his lips as he held Im Jeong-ok.
Just as planned...
My meeting with Aero, the protagonist's mother, had been unexpected, but after wrapping up the basics, I'd excused myself early, claiming urgent business back home. Though a gisaeng, she held top status there—a peerless beauty, and married to boot. Thanks to my minions 1 and 2 paving the way, we'd shared a moment, but since she only sold dance and song, I scattered some bait and prioritized the pressing matter.
Her expression at the end was a bit ambiguous... but I'll think on that later. The urgent issue is Lee So-young, who's surely up to no good at home right now.
I already knew Lee So-young's personality well enough. I'd learned post-possession how starved for sex she was beyond expectations, but from the original story, I knew she hid dangerous traits beneath her facade—a classic yandere temperament.
Once mine, she'd never betray me. But she could spiral dangerously depending on circumstances.
And I knew exactly how to handle such a woman, from bitter experience.
Thanks to that yandere married teacher in my past life... I learned a ton.
I'd nearly died back then from naive approach, but now it was invaluable. I'd mastered taming dangerous beasts like her, yielding top results—like now.
"Will you be okay? You should rest today at least..."
"I-I'm... fine. Please... put your thing... inside this girl..."
Drained from the day's ordeal, Im Jeong-ok still craved my affection desperately. I'd already captured her heart somewhat, but this incident made her fall near-perfectly. Now I could gradually ramp up the training intensity.
"Haaah! Ah... ah... so... gooood..."
But Im Jeong-ok was merely a side benefit. My real focus was her—the one trembling in fear right now... Lee So-young.
With justification secured... now I can do that.
No matter if a slave, forcing her risked backlash—especially with yanderes, where danger amplified. Thus, meticulous work—like crafting "justification"—was essential.
With it in hand, excitement for the upcoming event surged as I thrust harder into Im Jeong-ok's pussy.
"Eek! H-hus... band! Th-that's... too intense... haaaaaah!!"