Prospective Mother-in-Law, Stepmother Tutor “…”
Before his eyes lay a man who looked as good as dead. If not for the faint sound of breathing, one might have truly thought him gone. Han Sook-beon. At sixty-nine years old, he was an elder even by modern standards, and in this era, a man who had already lived far beyond his allotted time. He was my biological father.
But setting aside any talk of father-son bonds, I felt no familial affection for the man. It had only been a few weeks since I'd arrived in this world, after all. From the moment of my possession, he'd been bedridden, and we'd never even had a proper conversation. Blood relations or not, we were effectively strangers.
Gazing at him as he drew breaths that seemed ready to snap at any moment, I silently wished him a peaceful passing in my mind—not that he deserved true rest.
'You've suffered in silence for so long, haven't you? All because of that bastard Han Taeyang.'
His one and only son, the sole male heir to carry on the family line. Naturally, Lord Han Sook-beon had pinned all his hopes on his boy. But the original Han Taeyang had shattered those expectations utterly.
Setting aside the litany of villainous deeds he'd committed before and after the main story, the fact remained undeniable: less than a year after the lord's death, the prestigious Han family would completely crumble. It was the pathetic end typical of a romance-fantasy villain, but more than that, it was a conclusion that trampled the man's modest wish—that his son at least maintain the household, if not revive its glory.
Of course, I had no intention of letting such an idiotic ending come to pass. No, I planned to achieve what this man had long since abandoned hope for... and make it happen for real.
“Don't worry. As you wish, I'll ensure this house rises to even greater heights.”
The Han family still wielded considerable influence. But to fulfill my ultimate goal as a MILF hunter, it wasn't enough. I needed more wealth, higher status. Enough power to claim every alluring married woman in this world. To grasp it all in this one hand, under the banner of the family name.
This was the bare minimum 'repayment' I could offer as the body that had stolen his 'wife's' heart—and the path to satisfying my own desires.
Just yesterday, after conveying my resolve to the man whose time was running out, I slowly rose from my seat, opened the door, and stepped outside. Armed with knowledge of the original story, I had decided to tackle the first task at hand.
And one more thing.
“Shall we go then, Mother?”
“...Y-yes.”
Lee So-young waited at the door, her face slightly flushed. She began to follow slowly behind me.
“...Ngh... Hnng...”
With every step, she twitched and shuddered. Smiling faintly, I murmured to her in a low voice.
“Be careful. It would be quite troublesome if it slipped out here, wouldn't it?”
“Kuh...”
She bit her lip at my words. Savoring the faint thrill of her feeble resistance, I kept walking.
'Well then... shall we start twisting the original story for real?'
*
Lee So-young followed behind Han Taeyang. At a glance, she appeared no different from the poised lady of the house as always. But beneath that facade, her body was far from comfortable.
Wedged deep between her thighs, inside her most intimate place, was an object. A wooden statue carved in the shape of a man's phallus. She clenched with all her might to keep it from slipping out.
'How... how did I end up like this? Doing something so utterly depraved...'
Naturally, she hadn't inserted the wooden phallus of her own will. It stemmed from a pact. A contract with the 'son' walking one step ahead of her.
Last night, she'd spent another intimate evening with Han Taeyang. Even as their passion grew more ferocious than before, she clung to her final shred of resolve and refused him utterly.
Every part of her body was his to command. She would accept any use of her flesh. But just one place. Her womanhood alone... that sacred spot vowed only to her husband... she begged him not to touch.
In response to her firm stance, Han Taeyang stepped back—for now—and proposed a condition.
“For the next week, live with this wooden phallus inside you. If you can keep it there until next week, I'll honor Mother's request.”
“! Th-that's...”
“Of course, I won't force it. How could I commit the rudeness of shoving this into Mother's precious place? But if you refuse, I can't yield either. I'll take your womanhood right now.”
“Kuh...”
His declaration was ironclad. And to prove it no mere words, he reached out at once, prying her legs apart.
His hands carried irresistible strength. And that massive manhood of his slowly approaching her core. Unable to overcome the vivid terror it brought, Lee So-young had no choice but to accept the pact.
“Don't forget what I hold in my hands—and who the master of this house is.”
“...”
With that, Han Taeyang left her, leaving the wooden phallus behind. Though thick and rigid, it still paled against his own member. Enduring the humiliation, Lee So-young wore it.
As a result, from morning until noon now, she hadn't had a moment's peace. Piercing shame stabbed at her heart like needles. Anxiety gnawed at her over the fear of discovery. And with every movement... every motion transformed into waves of unwelcome pleasure.
Biting her lip, she fought to show nothing. To hide this shameful state. And above all... to protect her last remaining chastity.
'I must endure... everything else is fine, but not this... kuh...'
Sweat beaded on her forehead as she dragged her heavy steps forward. Then...
“Madam! Guests have arrived!”
“! ...G-g-guests?”
The servant's voice from behind. That single word at the worst possible moment made Lee So-young's face stiffen instantly.
The wooden phallus on the verge of slipping with the slightest lapse. The thought of receiving visitors in this state made her vision darken. In a panicked voice, she asked,
“G-g-guests, you say...? No one was scheduled to visit today, surely.”
“That's true, but Lady Im Jeong-ok and her daughter from Lord Seo's estate arrived suddenly. They say it's for an important discussion.”
“! From Lord Seo's estate...?”
The Seo family wasn't just any visitors—they were tied to this house by crucial matters. Why would they come unannounced like this?
Thick bewilderment gripped her. But the answer came quickly.
'...Seo... no way.'
“Pardon the interruption, Mother. It seems the guests I summoned have arrived. I'll handle the important talk, so please just prepare to greet them briefly.”
“Kuh...”
Han Taeyang bowed politely with a sly smile. He seemed the picture of respect toward his young stepmother... but Lee So-young knew better. In her current predicament with the phallus inside, his 'request' was pure malice—a vicious threat meant to humiliate her.
'I... won't yield... I absolutely won't...'
*
After sending his mother off, I watched her retreating figure toward the kitchen area in silence.
'I wonder how long she'll last.'
She resisted me however she could, but the outcome was obvious as fire. Still, savoring the moment itself, I turned to the guests who had come for me.
“Welcome, Madam, and Lady Seo.”
“It's been a while, Young Master Han.”
“It's been too long, Young Master.”
Their greetings matched etiquette perfectly. Though they were the first I'd seen since arriving in this world, I knew exactly who they were.
A woman with brown hair and black eyes, beautiful yet still girlish, not fully shed of her innocence. Seo Hyo-jeong. The original heroine, one of the story's two protagonists, and my fiancée.
But at this moment, my attention fixed not on Seo Hyo-jeong, but the woman beside her.
Brown-tinged hair, eyes with a hint of green. Late twenties, resembling Seo Hyo-jeong but far more mature and alluringly mysterious. Drinking in her lovely form, I smiled inwardly.
'Finally... I've met you, my prospective mother-in-law, Im Jeong-ok.'