The Collar of the Heart
Han Taeyang removed the collar from the neck of his stepmother-turned-slave. Just witnessing that sight filled Yoo Cheon-hyang's heart with profound joy. But mere seconds later, that joy twisted into doubt and thick unease.
Even with the collar gone, her mistress, Lee So-young, remained kneeling. She reached out on her own, taking Han Taeyang's still rock-hard cock into her mouth, and began moving her head slowly but surely.
"...Ma... Madam?"
It was unbelievable, even seeing it with her own eyes—the crystal-clear sight of her mistress's actions. Yoo Cheon-hyang's voice began to tremble as she watched. The chest that had been brimming with triumphant ecstasy moments ago cooled like ice in an instant.
Meanwhile, Lee So-young didn't even glance at Yoo Cheon-hyang's face. She focused every nerve on the cock right in front of her. She stuck out her tongue and licked from the base all the way to the tip. Even as sticky fluids—a mix of semen and Yoo Cheon-hyang's love juices—smeared her lips, she sucked them off without a care and swallowed.
"...Wh-what... what are you doing, Madam? Wh-why... There's no need for this anymore... You've been freed, Madam... Why on earth...?"
Yoo Cheon-hyang's voice cracked, brittle and hoarse. Hearing this, Lee So-young slowly lifted her head. The look in her eyes was no longer the one Yoo Cheon-hyang knew. Gone was the usual vitality and maternal warmth. Instead, there was a cold, empty gaze, flickering with something eerie and unsettling. With eyes that made Yoo Cheon-hyang's skin crawl just to meet them, Lee So-young spoke in a calm voice.
"Yes... You're right. I'm free now. Taeyang can no longer bind me with this. So..."
A smile of rapture bloomed on her lips as she said it. Then her gaze shifted to the object before her—Han Taeyang's cock, still defiantly erect even after reaching climax once.
"Now... I can enjoy it however I want, right? Master."
"Do as you please."
"Hee-hee..."
Lee So-young let out a light laugh at Han Taeyang's words and gripped the shaft. She took the massive meat rod into her mouth and pushed it deep into her throat.
"Mmmp... Slurrrp... Chuuuuurp..."
The sounds echoed—passionate yet skilled, carrying no hint of coercion or threat, only pure, unadulterated lust.
"Ma... Madam... St-stop... Please st-stop... Nghhh!"
Yoo Cheon-hyang felt her guts twist in revulsion and staggered to her feet, but her legs gave out, and she collapsed again. Her thighs still quivered from the intense fucking moments ago. Her burning pussy continued to leak love juices and semen, and her entire body creaked like a broken machine.
Yet despite her wrecked state, Yoo Cheon-hyang's mind spun in chaotic turmoil. Why is this happening? Her mistress is no longer Han Taeyang's. There's no reason to indulge that disgusting man's filth anymore. So why... why is she still... still groveling like a dog, devouring his cock?
As she struggled to rise from her confusion, Lee So-young slowly released the cock, licking up the thread of semen connecting her lips and swallowing it. A single strand of his pubic hair clung to her mouth, along with lingering semen— a sight more vulgar than any Myeonghwa Pavilion whore. With an eerie smile, her mistress spoke.
"I'm sorry, Cheon-hyang. There's something I haven't told you."
"...!"
"The truth is... my body and soul already belong entirely to this man."
With that, Lee So-young burrowed into Han Taeyang's chest. Her face overflowed with joy, excitement, and ecstasy—a woman's pure bliss. And Yoo Cheon-hyang knew what that expression meant. She'd worn it herself once, in her late husband's arms.
"Ah... Aah..."
Han Taeyang wrapped an arm around Lee So-young's waist and gently stroked her hair, like a devoted husband caressing his wife. Seeing this, Yoo Cheon-hyang finally grasped the truth.
Lee So-young's hand grasped Han Taeyang's cock again, caressing the still-hot, rigid length with loving tenderness.
"You've experienced it yourself, so you know. How incredible Master's... Master's cock is. Now, I only need this. Master's cock... Master's love... With just that, I can be happy forever."
A declaration brimming with sincerity. Yoo Cheon-hyang's eyes shook.
"No... No, Madam...! H-how... How can you say that...? Snap out of it! What if the Master finds out? And that man... Young Master is your son! Even if there's no blood tie, how can you commit such incest...!"
Yoo Cheon-hyang's desperate cry carried pure anguish. But Lee So-young only tilted her head in genuine confusion.
"And what does that matter?"
"Wh-what?"
The unexpected retort left Yoo Cheon-hyang speechless for a moment. Watching her, Lee So-young gripped Han Taeyang's cock with one hand and slowly lifted her body.
"I was never happy. Watching that, being bound by it... My life was nothing but lonely and barren. I never felt any joy. But now I know. How to be happy."
She positioned Han Taeyang's cock at her dripping pussy and rubbed it slowly against her soaked folds, her voice thick with anticipation.
"Every time he fucks me, I feel alive. Every time he makes me cum, I feel like a woman. Every time he breaks me like a bitch... I know I'm happy. So... Nnghaaa~!"
With that, she impaled herself on his cock.
"Haaaah! Haaaah!!! Yes... So good! Cock! Master's cock! Hahahaang! I lived my whole life blind to this bliss! What a waste—nine-tenths of it gone!"
Lee So-young screamed in vulgar ecstasy, her hips bucking wildly with his son's cock buried inside her. Yoo Cheon-hyang's face filled with deep, suffocating despair.
"Haa... Haa... Hnghh! Master... Harder! Deeper! Ravish my slutty hole however you want!"
Lee So-young begged frantically as she thrashed. Han Taeyang chuckled, stroked her hair, then looked at Yoo Cheon-hyang and said slowly,
"What a pity. I kept my promise and freed your mistress."
He yanked Lee So-young down hard onto his cock. Gazing at her flushed, drooling face, he smirked chillingly.
"But it seems... your mistress doesn't want freedom anymore. Isn't that right?"
"Yes! Freedom? I don't need that shit! I'll be Master's slave for life! No—Master's dog forever!"
"Ah... Aah..."
Lee So-young's fervent declaration hit like a thunderbolt. Tears welled in Yoo Cheon-hyang's eyes. Her face twisted in despair, pain, and torment as she slowly shook her head.
"No... Th-this... This can't... H-how... How could Madam... My Madam... How...?"
She had tried to protect her. Even staking her life... even sacrificing her precious chastity... even giving up everything to shield her mistress.
But it had all been futile folly. Her noble loyalty meant nothing to the woman lost in pleasure before her eyes.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Lost in despair, Yoo Cheon-hyang suddenly found her mistress standing before her, beaming with rapture, semen dribbling from her pussy. Lee So-young reached out and gently caressed her cheek.
"Cheon-hyang."
The familiar, warm touch of her mistress. But Yoo Cheon-hyang shuddered at the eerie chill beneath it.
"You'll understand soon enough. How much happiness this man brings to women like us."
"Ma... Ma... Madam..."
Unspeakable dread laced the words. Then Lee So-young pulled the trembling Yoo Cheon-hyang into a soft embrace.
"Come... Serve Master with me now. Receive his love... and know true happiness as a woman."
"Ah... Aah..."
Her touch felt like an inescapable chain. Yoo Cheon-hyang felt her strength drain away. And she had no choice but to accept it.
From the start, she'd been dancing in Han Taeyang's palm. Now, the same collar as her mistress's hung around her own neck. The heart's unyielding collar.