Widow Maid, Protag Mom—Fallen; Prospective Mother-in-Law—Trained; Stepmother—Slave
To Yoo Cheon-hyang, her mistress Lee So-young was like the sun hanging high in the sky—an existence that bestowed warm grace from afar, yet utterly unreachable in her lofty, beautiful splendor. She was the one who held everything of Cheon-hyang's life in her hands, the master to whom she must devote her all in service. Cheon-hyang had always revered her. And deep in her heart, she harbored genuine loyalty toward her.
But at this moment, that loyalty and admiration were crashing down on her with a shock far beyond anything she could have imagined.
Her mistress, who should have been shining from on high, was now... collared around the neck, wearing nothing but a thin underskirt, crawling on all fours across the floor like a dog. The sheer impossibility of it hit Cheon-hyang like the sun plummeting to earth—a grotesque, overwhelming blow she could scarcely endure.
"Ma... Ma... ster? ...Wha... What in the world... And... who's that... there... Young... master?"
"Ah... aaah..."
Cheon-hyang's voice trembled as she stammered her question. But Lee So-young offered no straight answer, merely mumbling in stunned shock. Her face flushed red, beads of sweat glistening on her skin. And those massive, snow-white breasts, fully exposed. Gone was the prim, dignified lady of old. In her place stood a vulgar woman committing an unthinkable act... with her own stepson, no less.
Lost in this haze of confusion, the servant Yoo Cheon-hyang floundered, unsure what to do. That was when...
"...Hoo..."
A heavy sigh cut through the chaos. Its source, Han Taeyang, spoke next in a voice astonishingly calm and composed.
"Why the shock? It's just a walk."
"! Wh... What? What... do you mean by..."
"A walk, I said. A walk to please the dog. Even a slave should know that much, no?"
"Wh-what nonsense... Don't... don't say such absurd things."
Taeyang's words were delivered with utter nonchalance. Yet Lee So-young stuttered in denial, her voice quivering. It was only natural. Who in their right mind would collar a person like a dog and make them crawl on all fours? Even slaves treated like livestock never suffered such humiliation. And for the victim to be Lee So-young, the highest lady of this house? Cheon-hyang could not accept it.
Her face frozen in shock, she shook her head slowly without realizing it. Then...
"Can't understand? Well, a lowly thing like you wouldn't grasp such pleasures."
"Th-that's..."
Taeyang remained as calm as ever. She wanted to retort, to cry out that this was wrong—how could a son disgrace his mother like this? Would the kingdom's strict laws allow it? What if the bedridden lord found out? But every word caught in her throat.
Han Taeyang fixed her with a cold stare. He was the true power in the family now, the heir who surpassed even Lee So-young. If he willed it, a mere slave like her could vanish with a gesture, protected or not.
Terror gripped her—the fear that one wrong word could end her life. Yet amid that crushing dread, she mustered what courage she had to speak.
'I... I have to say something... Even if I'm just a lowly slave... I can't watch my mistress endure this humiliation...'
Dog-like or not, the woman before her was her benefactor, the one she'd sworn loyalty to. If this madness was forced upon her by coercion, if this man had used some vile trick to harm her mistress, then Cheon-hyang would speak her piece, even if it cost her head.
Steeling herself, she opened her mouth. But then...
"What are you gaping at? This bitch doesn't seem to know what a dog is, so bark for her."
"!!"
"Wh-what did you..."
Taeyang's command sliced through the air, chilling and devoid of hesitation. It was so natural, so effortless. Cheon-hyang's words died again. How could he say such things so casually? In this land of Confucian propriety, how could he insult his own mother like that?
"...Woof..."
"!..."
A small, crystal-clear sound pierced her ears.
"Ma... ster?"
"Woof! Wooof! Woooof!"
Unable to believe her ears even as she heard it, Cheon-hyang shook her head slowly.
"N-no... This... this can't be... What... what are you doing, Mistress? How... how could you..."
Faced with this unbearable reality, she murmured denials in a daze. In response, Han Taeyang turned to Lee So-young, crawling on all fours before him, and issued a quiet order.
"Explain it yourself. Tell her what our relationship is."
"...Your slave... Master."
In this absurd scene, Lee So-young looked strangely pleased. As Cheon-hyang reeled once more, her mistress turned her head toward her, still in that pure, dog-like pose, and spoke.
"I'm sorry... Cheon-hyang."
"Ma... Mistress...?"
"As you see... I've already become... this man's... my Master's dog."
"Wh-what... what do you mean? How can you say such nonsense..."
Lee So-young's voice trembled faintly. Seeing a single tear trace down her vacant eyes, Cheon-hyang pleaded desperately.
"P-please, snap out of it! You're... you're the lady of this house! With the lord bedridden, how could you..."
"You already know the reason."
"!... Mistress...?"
"Just like you told me before... We're in the same boat, aren't we? So you can understand this situation, right?"
"!"
Those words flashed Cheon-hyang back to a conversation she'd had with Lee So-young—the inevitable lust that widows without husbands must face. Recalling her own hardships as a widow, Cheon-hyang fell silent.
"I'm already... beyond the point of no return. Now... without this man... without my Master... I can't live."
"Ah... aaah..."
Feeling the sincerity in those words, Cheon-hyang's legs gave out, and she sank to the floor. Gone was her usual cheerful vigor. Her face was etched with shock, fear, and despair.
Gazing at her dazed, tear-streaked servant, Lee So-young curved her lips into a smile laced with chilling malice.
"So... Cheon-hyang? Don't breathe a word of this, no matter what. If you do... even I might not forgive you. Not you... nor your daughter."
"Ma... Ma... ster..."
With that icy warning, Lee So-young turned back to Han Taeyang. As if rewarding her, he slowly stroked her head—elegant motions like petting a dog. Her earlier ferocity vanished; ecstasy bloomed on her face, a thick smile spreading across her lips.
A smile that evoked pure bliss. Another dagger to Cheon-hyang's heart. Overwhelmed by dense despair, she could only weep.
Then.
"!! Eek!"
Taeyang's hand, still caressing her head, began roaming her body. Excitement and anticipation lit up Lee So-young's face.
"Aaah... Master..."
"Good girl. Time for your reward."
"Woo... oof..."
Her expression melted into gooey bliss. With expert ease, Taeyang began violating her body.
"Heut!... Hngh... Woof... Haaaangh..."
Hands fondling her breasts, stirring her sex. His movements were as natural as playing a familiar instrument, drawing rapturous moans from her lips.
And as Cheon-hyang watched it all unfold vividly before her eyes...
'...Gulp.'
Still mired in shock, she swallowed dryly without thinking. A sensation she'd barely suppressed until now... was slowly awakening.