Hero's Mom Conquered, Future Mother-in-Law Trained, Stepmother Enslaved
“Haaah… haaaah… haaah… nghh…”
Aero lay collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath with great difficulty. Watching her sprawl there, heaving ragged breaths like she was half-dead, a thick smile crept across my lips. The haughty demeanor of a top-class gisaeng she'd shown when we first met was long gone. All that remained was a bitch covered in cum and sweat, her eyes half-rolled back as she lay there.
It was a sight more breathtaking than any landscape to me, and I was etching it deep into my eyes when—
Cock-a-doodle-doo!
The rooster's crow echoed from outside. That sound announced the dawn had broken, so I rose from my spot and slowly began dressing.
“We'll call it here for today.”
Once I was fully clothed and had donned my gat at last, I looked down at the passed-out Aero and delivered my final words.
“Eighteen more times. Remember that well.”
“Hngh!! … Ngh… ugh… ugh… ughh… eek.”
Those words must have hit her hard; she twitched faintly. Right after, she started squirting out the cum I'd left plugged in her pussy. Watching that, I smirked inwardly.
'As expected… no matter how much she calls herself a top-class gisaeng, deep down she's no different from a common whore.'
I'd set the limit at nineteen… now eighteen times because I was that confident. Confident I could completely break this woman within that span.
In my previous life, I'd hunted plenty of MILFs, including some who'd once been sex workers, laundered their pasts, and settled into happy family lives. They thought they'd perfectly buried their histories and were living flawless lives as chaste housewives… but I knew there was a fundamental difference between them and normal women.
'No matter how hard they try to wash away their pasts, their bodies never forget. They remember the taste of the pleasure they once savored…'
The brain stores memories, but the body is what receives and feels them. They think scrubbing their pasts clean is enough. But their flesh… the vivid brands etched from their days as slaves to pleasure don't fade so easily. No matter how well they mimic chaste wives on the surface, their bodies keep craving that old ecstasy. Even if they suppress it for a while, the slightest trigger brings it roaring back, turning them into slaves to lust once more.
Once you've tasted good meat, you know how to eat it… and a body that knows pleasure falls into it even easier.
Thanks to that, I'd had plenty of fun in my past life. And it was the same now.
Look at Aero right there, her body shuddering as she lay collapsed. Her violent reaction to my touch just moments ago, and the way she'd started moving her hips on her own without realizing it—those proved the bitch branded into her body had awakened.
Part of me wanted to toy with her more right here. My cock was still raring to go, eager to ravage her holes a bit longer. But regrettably, I had to hold back for now.
'If it were just this one woman, sure, I could enjoy her more… but…'
With dawn breaking, I needed to give her time to clean up. From her perspective, the best thing was keeping this from her husband's ears… and from mine, this contract had to stay secret for the time being. Especially considering what lay ahead.
Plus, properly cooking rice requires simmering time. In relationships, excess is as bad as deficiency.
Leaving just enough slack so it doesn't feel like too much—that's the key to efficiently taming someone.
With that, I decided to vent my remaining lust elsewhere, closed the door quietly, and headed to the stables.
'I'll make sure to wake it up properly. That forgotten past… the joy of living as a vulgar bitch.'
“Ngh… haaah…”
Once that man had left and she was alone in the room, Aero remained in a daze, her head spinning. Still, she couldn't stay like this forever.
'Dawn… dawn is breaking… I can't let anyone see me in this pathetic state…'
She hurriedly wiped her body with a cloth, starting the cleanup. Every time she scrubbed away the traces of humiliation on her skin, memories of moments ago flooded back.
The pleasure that had felt like a storm. That dense, intense sensation that made her whole body tremble just recalling it—a feeling she'd never gotten from anyone else. It was utterly terrifying, yet it brought an indescribable sweetness…
'No… no… no! This… this was all just… to protect Yeok-in… my son. I was forced into it. I absolutely… absolutely didn't enjoy it.'
She cut off the rising thoughts and kept wiping her body, straightening the bedding.
She'd given her body only for her son's sake. Joo Yeok-in. To save that child, for his smiling face, the voice calling her mother. To protect all that.
She'd sworn she could endure any humiliation for it. What happened was purely a sacrifice for her son.
That's what she wanted to believe… but…
“Ngh…”
Even as her mind denied it, her body was telling the honest truth right then. The pleasure she'd felt… it had been so damn good.
The contract of nineteen times had only just begun.
I'd left Myeonghwa Pavilion at dawn, but the bumpy early-morning ride(?) delayed me, and by the time I reached home, the sun was high in the sky.
People bustled along the streets, shops had their stalls out doing brisk business. Amid it all, my gaze suddenly fixed on one particular shop.
“Welcome, sir! What can I get for you?”
The owner greeted me with a friendly smile. Holding up the trinket I'd eyed earlier, I asked,
“How much for this?”
“Ten nyang each, sir! You've got a good eye—such a pretty one you picked.”
“Here.”
“Thank you, my lord!”
I handed over the coins from my pouch to the beaming merchant. He bowed deeply as he took them. I clearly looked like nobility from a fine house, and buying pricey goods to boot—his face lit up with delight. Even his address had shifted from “sir” to “my lord” on the spot.
Watching him, I asked calmly,
“Which merchant group does this shop belong to?”
“Why, the Baek Man Merchant Group, of course. They control this area and about a third of the capital, don't they?”
“As expected. Any news from the group lately? I hear they've started trading with the Central Plains or something.”
“Don't get me started, my lord. It's chaos because of that. They're scooping up every damn thing they can find, making it tough for small-timers like me who live off selling scraps.”
“I see… Got it. Throw in one more of these.”
“Thank you, my lord!”
After buying another trinket as conversation fee, I headed home, slowly mulling over what I'd just confirmed again.
'Trade with the Central Plains… just like in the original story, then… in that case…'
“...”
“...”
Im Jeong-ok sat on the porch, quietly embroidering. Across from her sat her uncomfortable “mother-in-law,” but she paid it no mind.
With her husband away today, the older woman hadn't tried any tricks. Knowing why, Im Jeong-ok no longer feared her.
She just kept embroidering in silence. After twenty years as mistress of a great house, sewing was as natural as breathing to her.
But unrelated to that, her mind was fixed not on the embroidery in her hands, but on the front gate.
'He should be here soon… my lord…'
Last night, she'd slept alone without her husband. Such things happened in life, of course. Especially for Im Jeong-ok, who'd spent ten years abandoned by her ex-husband—it was all too familiar.
Yet even so… last night had felt so terribly cold and lonely.
Was falling asleep alone always this desolate? What she'd taken for granted now loomed huge. She felt surprise at that… and a quiet joy that he occupied such a large place in her heart.
Im Jeong-ok glanced sidelong at the closed gate over and over, aching to see his face even a moment sooner.
'I wish he'd come quickly… and tonight, as promised…'
Her cheeks flushed pink at the mere thought. Then—
Creeeak.
“Ah!”
The front gate swung open. Im Jeong-ok's face bloomed with joy in an instant. She set down her embroidery and rushed toward him.
“My lord!”
With a voice full of delight, she threw herself into her husband's arms. But she didn't notice. The gaze of one other person—who'd been watching the gate just as intently—trembled faintly.