Widow Maid Conquered, Stepmother Enslaved
Gripping her waist firmly with both hands, Han Taeyang lifted her body into the air as effortlessly as if he were hoisting a piece of luggage. Yoo Cheon-hyang's toes dangled completely off the floor, yet his hold on her remained utterly steadfast.
And then.
"!!! W-Wai… Nngghhhaaah!!!"
The instant his cock plunged into her depths, Yoo Cheon-hyang felt every hair on her body stand on end.
"Kh… grr… ughhh…"
Suspended in his grasp, her pussy slowly yielded as the man's massive shaft began to burrow inside. With her entire weight bearing down on that single point of penetration, the enormous rod speared straight to the hilt in one ruthless thrust. It felt far deeper and hotter than the first time—deeper than even she could have taken it. As that monstrous cock buried itself root-deep, the impact slammed against her womb, reverberating through her abdomen like thunder.
"Haaah… haaah… hnnngh… kkhugh…"
Gasps tore from her throat as if her breath might snap at any moment. Her inner walls stretched to their absolute limit, the sensation like a red-hot iron bar ripping through her flesh. Without thinking, she clutched desperately at Han Taeyang's forearms. But those iron-hard muscles didn't budge an inch; instead, only the vivid texture of his unyielding strength pressed back against her palms.
And then.
In that same position, Han Taeyang slowly lifted her body upward.
'!! W-Wai… no way… d-don't tell me… this is…'
—Schluuuurp—
As his cock scraped along her inner walls and withdrew, her pussy clenched around it in reluctant protest. But the moment it had pulled out halfway…
—Slap!
"!Gahaaahhh!!!"
His hips slammed down with savage force. Her eyes rolled back white as pressure like a battering ram threatened to breach her womb's entrance.
"Guh… haa… haaah… haaagh…"
Gasping for the scraps of air that squeezed through her blocked throat, Yoo Cheon-hyang reeled from the shockwave that hammered her entire body. For a split second, her mind teetered on the edge of oblivion.
But… this was merely the beginning.
"Kehheek! Haaaoooh!! Haaaaoooohhh!!!!"
With her body still hoisted high, Han Taeyang began savagely pistoning his hips. No matter that she was a woman—her frame far from light—he handled her like a mere pebble, shaking her with effortless ferocity. Each motion unleashed unbearable stimulation. The full weight of her body drove his cock deep, pulverizing her womb in relentless waves of cataclysmic impact.
'Wha… what… what the hell… is this…!? M-My husband… even he never… kkhggghaaaah!!!!'
Her hair clung sweat-soaked to her face. Her mouth gaped open, drool spilling freely. Her breasts heaved wildly up and down, nipples stiff and slicing through the air. Every up-and-down cycle brought a chilling wave of ecstasy so intense it bordered on terror. Feeling the full brunt of this man's power, she could barely cling to sanity.
'N-No… can't… if this keeps up… I'll… I'll…'
The wet slap of flesh echoed through the room. Each downward plunge sprayed her juices everywhere, soaking the floor. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably as a deep, primal sensation stirred from her core—one she'd known intimately every night in the past.
But since losing her husband… she'd forgotten it for so long.
The pinnacle of pleasure called climax…
"Hiiit! Hnnnngaaaah!!! Haaaaahk!!"
She couldn't hold out any longer. Her insides burned like fire. Lightning bolts of ecstasy exploded wherever his cock dragged. Her womb felt like it was melting raw against that unyielding, searing pillar. In the throes, she raked her nails across his shoulders, thrashing wildly. Red welts bloomed where her nails dug in.
But he didn't stop—only accelerated.
"Oooohk!!! Oogogogok… oooooohk!!!"
Strange, strangled moans bubbled from her constricted throat. Her pussy clamped down harder on his cock. Despite the tension, it happened beyond her control—intensifying the maddening pleasure until she thought she'd shatter.
Then.
A hot breath grazed her earlobe. And in her ears rang a low, slow, sticky voice.
"Did I lose?"
"!!!Hnnngh!! Kkhugh!!"
Those words sent chills erupting across her skin, even as her mind frayed. She hadn't climaxed yet—but it was obvious; defeat loomed inevitable.
With no other choice.
'I have to… I can't… can't break like this… no matter what…'
She knew it might backfire spectacularly. But with no other options, she gritted her teeth and summoned her last reserves.
"Hnnngaaaah!!! Kkguuuugh!!!"
She squeezed her already-tight walls even harder. Matching his rhythm, she wildly bucked her hips. Her insides rippled like waves, writhing to swallow his cock to the root.
And in response, Han Taeyang shook her even more violently.
'Kkhugh… y-you're… too strong… the sensations… your cock… it's all too vivid…'
Every muscle in her body seemed tuned to feel nothing but that single shaft. Shocks like her womb was being shoved up her throat, pleasure ravaging her brain. Eyes squeezed shut, she fought to endure.
But despite her efforts…
"!!!A-Ahh… no… ca…n't!!!"
Her body reached its limit.
"Kkguuuuueeeeeeek!!!!!"
Vivid convulsions wracked her frame. The dam of pent-up ecstasy burst in a torrent. Neck arching back fully, eyes rolling up white. Drool streamed from her lips. Breasts bounced madly, sweat flying like rain. Thick nectar gushed from her in forceful jets. As her insides melted away, all strength drained from her limbs.
And…
"Kuhg!!!"
"!!! A-Ahh…"
Hot semen flooded her depths belatedly. Feeling it pour out in ropes—the very thing she'd craved—filled Yoo Cheon-hyang with profound regret and emptiness.
'Ahh…'
It had been mere seconds. The gap between her climax and his release.
But who came first? Crystal clear.
'I… could have… held out… just a bit… more… and saved… Master…'
Overwhelmed by bitter defeat, she was gently lowered to the floor. Her gaze turned to the one watching her now—her master, Lee So-young, eyes hollow with void.
'I'm… sorry… Master… I… I was too weak…'
Tears welled as she repeated silent apologies in her heart.
But then.
"…Tch. Looks like I lost."
'…Huh?'
Han Taeyang's words snapped her from despair. Confusion bloomed on her face.
'Wha… what? Lost? But… didn't I come first…?'
The difference of several seconds was undeniable.
As thick doubt swirled, Lee So-young spoke softly from nearby.
"You… admit defeat?"
"Yes. I barely came first, pouring out inside her. Thought it'd be easy, but I got too cocky."
"Ah…"
Doubts lingered. But hearing him declare it openly to her master flooded Yoo Cheon-hyang with joy.
'I… won. I did it… I saved Master… with these hands!'
A triumphant smile curved her lips amid exhaustion. Her body limp from the brutal fucking, head still spinning—yet her heart brimmed with happiness.
"As promised, Mother is free from this moment. All the weaknesses she held over you? Consider them void."
"…I see."
"I-It… worked out, Master… really… truly…"
Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks after the grueling ordeal. Lee So-young met her gaze wordlessly—eyes laced with something inscrutable.
Yoo Cheon-hyang interpreted it her way, forcing her usual tone.
"I-I'm… fine. Even if I lost my… virginity, for Master's sake, this much is…"
Her heart ached like it was torn open, but she hid it.
Then…
"…Then, it's your turn now, girl."
"?!..."
Without warning, Lee So-young naturally leaned in and began sucking Han Taeyang's cock right before her eyes. Yoo Cheon-hyang's face froze in shock.
"M-Master…? Wh-What's… what's this…?"