Widow Maid's Vow, Mothers Broken and Enslaved
"Hngh... Ungh... Hnngh... Hnng... Uuugh! Hnng... Uuugh..."
Im Jeong-ok lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath with labored heaves. Watching her naked body, semen leaking profusely from her anus, I couldn't help but feel a smirk tugging at my lips.
She'd been saline-enemaed and then pounded anally with an anal plug until she was on the verge of passing out. Yet throughout it all, she never once asked me to stop—in fact, she seemed to genuinely revel in it. That image of her was still vividly etched in my mind.
'As expected... this auntie's a closet pervert after all...'
The saline enema wasn't just for pleasure—its primary purpose had been disinfection. No matter how much I wanted to dive in, I had no intention of following in the footsteps of that friend who got castrated from a botched anal fuck. Especially in this Joseon era, where medical care was practically nonexistent compared to the modern world; caution was essential.
Of course, the sight of her bloated and puffed up from the full saline load had been pretty damn erotic, and I'd enjoyed it to some extent. But that was the original intent.
With all hesitation gone, I'd gone all out on Im Jeong-ok's ass. The tight squeeze of her anus, the way her body writhed violently each time, her lewd cries spilling out. Even as she climaxed repeatedly, squirting her juices everywhere, she only moved more fiercely—like a sow in heat, pure and simple.
It was a far cry from the image she'd shown in the original story; back then, such a thing would have been unthinkable. Her sex life with her husband had dried up long ago, and most of what she'd shown was a mother's desperate struggles to help her daughter.
But original story aside, she was mine now, completely.
"Slave" didn't quite fit. The way she treated me was different from Lee So-young, who had truly become a dog. Im Jeong-ok showed genuine affection toward me, not just simple pleasure.
That's why she felt more precious than the others, and why I wanted all the more to protect her.
'For that reason alone... it's time to prepare to climb the mountain ahead.'
At a glance, we seemed like a stable couple, but two ticking bombs lay buried beneath.
One was the barely concealed relationship between me and Lee So-young. What would she think if she learned her son-in-law had trained her mother-in-law into a sex slave? It'd be a massive shock, no doubt, so I needed to soften the blow somehow.
That one was manageable, at least. Even if I revealed the truth now and shocked her, she'd have no choice but to accept reality in the end. In this era, unlike the modern world, the patriarch's authority was absolute, and families were tightly closed off—something like this could be swept under the rug easily enough.
I was doing it more as a courtesy to my "beloved wife," like a gift rather than an obligation. No real burden there.
The real problem was the other one: Im Jeong-ok's still-hidden "identity" and the Seo family matter.
No word yet from Grand Councilor Seo's household. Even if he'd abandoned his wife, how would he react upon learning his legal wife had married into our house in place of their daughter? It was a political marriage leveraging our family's power, but if things went south, it could get very messy.
In that sense, now that Im Jeong-ok's training was perfectly complete—meaning she could never betray me no matter what—it was time to wrap this up.
'But first... I need to sort out my own family's mess. Damn, somehow my plate's even fuller than in my previous life.'
People usually imagined a leisurely, impoverished-but-content life in Joseon, but I knew that was utter bullshit these days.
Im Jeong-ok's situation, the impending trade with Jungwon, and tonight's "that woman" to deal with. Once the urgent stuff was cleared, I'd finally get some downtime. With that thought, I slowly rose, leaving the collapsed Im Jeong-ok behind.
'Alright then... let's hear your answer.'
*
"Ah!"
"...Mother, what's wrong?"
"...N-nothing? Ah... it's nothing, dear."
"Then why do you keep messing up? You're acting weird, Mother..."
"Ah..."
Her bright-eyed daughter stared up at her innocently. Yoo Cheon-hyang finally frowned at her bloodstained, filthy clothes.
Fingers covered in wounds, still beading blood, and clothes ruined from repeated mistakes. Staring at the results that mirrored her turmoil, she let out a deep sigh, feeling utterly drained.
"Haa..."
The past week had been a whirlwind in her mind.
The "deal" Han Taeyang had proposed. A chance to save her mistress—it was worth its weight in gold to her, yet she couldn't bring herself to grasp it.
No matter her loyalty, the venom within was too bitter to swallow.
'Sharing his bed...'
His condition: spend one night with him. If she reached climax before him, he'd free Lee So-young. If her loyalty to her mistress was so absolute, surely she could endure his cock. But if she failed, her body would belong to him entirely.
As a slave already, what that truly meant was something Yoo Cheon-hyang knew all too well. And to her, it felt worse than death.
Humble as her body was, she'd sworn fidelity to one man. But his deal would shatter years of chastity... the promise with her late husband.
No matter her status as a slave, she couldn't betray the vow to the man she'd truly loved... nor her role as mother to the child clinging to her now.
Yet she couldn't just leave her mistress wandering the house with that dark, fearful expression, trembling in terror.
Torn between loyalty and family, after agonizing deliberation... Yoo Cheon-hyang finally made her choice.
*
"Haht... Haaht... Churp... Ngh..."
"Take it slow. No need to rush."
"Y-yes... M-Master..."
There he sat before her: Han Taeyang. Naked Lee So-young knelt between his legs, sucking his cock.
The sight of her suffering mistress, trembling as she was defiled right in front of her—watching Han Taeyang humiliate her owner so brazenly—stirred a deeper rage in Yoo Cheon-hyang's chest.
"So, have you decided?"
"...Yes. I've... decided."
Her voice heavy, Yoo Cheon-hyang met Han Taeyang's gaze squarely and spoke with grave resolve.
"...I'll do it. This girl accepts young master's wager."
"Heh."
A sleazy grin spread across his face, every bit the loathsome wastrel his infamy suggested. Yielding her body to such a man was utter humiliation...
Yet Yoo Cheon-hyang had no choice but to accept.
It wasn't just loyalty. There was a more pragmatic reason.
...Come to think of it, even if I refused, that man wouldn't let me live anyway.'
She knew the family's dirty secrets; he'd surely eliminate her sooner or later. That would endanger not just her, but her daughter too.
To prevent that, she had to free her mistress. For loyalty, and for her and her child's safety.
She had to restore Lee So-young's power somehow.
Steeling herself, Yoo Cheon-hyang slowly began undressing before Han Taeyang.
'...Just a little longer... please wait, Mistress... This girl will surely...'