Goddess of the Pussy
The sound of ragged breathing tore from her throat.
"Hii... Hiiik..."
Kang Minah's thighs parted slightly before clenching shut again.
From where I stood, the insides of her thighs and the bedsheets were soaked through.
Gulp.
I took one more step closer.
There she was—Kang Minah, completely naked and exposed in the most obscene way possible.
Her narrow waist, the wide hips that symbolized easy childbirth, and those firm, perfectly lifted buttocks.
Her soft-looking thighs trembled uncontrollably.
And right at the center.
Her most secret place, the one she had never shown anyone, was spread wide open.
Woo Minjung had possessed a few wing-like features, but Kang Minah was different.
Her outer lips were plump and densely packed, perfectly symmetrical on both sides. A flawless pussy.
It wasn't just her face that was beautiful—her cunt was beautiful too.
No. The crude word "pussy" didn't suit her at all. She possessed absolutely perfect, immaculate genitals.
The sight of fingers plunging between that clean, pure slit.
The rude, arrogant Kang Minah was gone.
The stepsister who had always pissed me off had vanished.
In her place was the goddess of the pussy.
No—the most beautiful female body in the entire world was violently masturbating on her own bed.
Chop chop chop. Chup chup chup.
"Haa... Haa..."
Every time her fingers moved, the wet, sloppy sounds grew fiercer.
Her breathing became faster, more irregular.
Her chest heaved violently up and down.
Her eyes remained closed, but her long lashes trembled, and beneath the lids I could see her eyeballs darting rapidly.
Should I stop her…?
The doctor had said not to interfere with her abnormal behaviors, but this… this was an entirely different kind of movement.
Her fingers pushed in even deeper.
Squish squish squish.
Chup chup chup.
The valley was completely drenched, sticky with her fluids. I held my breath as I watched the glistening flesh where her love juices flowed freely.
At that moment, her entire body convulsed.
A broken moan slipped from between her lips.
"Nngiiiiiiit~"
It was unmistakably a moan of pleasure.
I finally moved.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and gently grabbed her wrist. Her skin was burning hot and damp.
"Minah..."
My voice came out hoarse.
Her eyes slowly fluttered open. Lifeless pupils began to focus somewhere near my face.
"You need to eat."
I brought a spoonful of porridge to her lips.
Hunger and sexual desire both belonged to the realm of primal instinct.
Her tongue slowly emerged from between her tightly pressed lips.
That plump, glossy tongue slid out… and licked.
"Hup."
My heart felt like it would explode.
Her small lips parted halfway.
And then I saw it.
Beyond those half-parted lips, the horrific traces of brutal abuse and torture that covered her body.
In an instant, every last shred of lust I had been harboring died.
My rock-hard erection shrank instantly.
"...Ah."
I had to reflect on myself for feeling lust toward such a pitiful girl.
But deep in my dark, filthy heart—
The image of her as the goddess with the beautiful pussy, the one who had been trained as a fucktoy in Cambodia with both legs broken, was burned in permanently.
I fed Minah the porridge and carefully examined her body.
Her broken leg was still healing.
I made sure she took her medicine, then slowly left the room.
"Get some proper rest, Minah."
Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling.
And after she finished eating, she spread her legs again and began masturbating once more.
Her body started twitching.
Her back lifted slightly off the bed before falling back down.
A long, moan-like breath escaped her lips.
I closed the door and returned to my own room.
The guilt of having developed lust for my stepsister after already feeling it for my stepmother.
But the desire to possess Kang Minah still burned inside me.
"Fuck… I don't even know anymore."
And… rage.
To turn my stepsister into this state just because we hadn't done a video call for ten days.
I picked up my smartphone.
I pressed hard on the saved contact: fuckingbitch.
The account I could use to video call my stepmother.
I started the video call while suppressing my fury.
Ding-dong-daeng-dong~ Ding-dong-daeng-dong~
The ringtone continued, but no one picked up.
I hung up and called again.
"Hello!"
The person who finally answered wasn't Woo Minjung.
A rather handsome Asian man with sharp eyes appeared on screen.
His Korean was crystal clear. Maybe he was Korean?
"Hey… Kang Suho. It's problematic if you take this long to answer."
This bastard was the mastermind.
My instincts screamed it.
My rage surged toward him, but I put on the act of a pitiful victim.
"Getting ten billion won together isn't easy. I listed the house at a bargain price, but it still hasn't sold."
The corner of his mouth curled up.
"If something like that happened, you should've told us sooner. We need to maintain constant contact. This whole mess happened because you stopped communicating for over a week, didn't it? We misunderstood and sent a gift. Did you receive it? It might be too badly broken to be useful anymore. Keh keh keh."
I had to swallow my rage.
Even if it was only a nominal family tie, a man's arm still bends inward.
"Send whatever money you have first, Suho. You know the Bitcoin wallet, right?"
"I don't really know much about Bitcoin…"
"Then study. How do you expect to save your mom without that kind of effort? You should repay the woman who gave birth to you."
"She's not my birth mother. We were never that close anyway."
At my words, the man's expression changed completely.
He swallowed hard, clearly flustered.
"S-she's… not your real mother?"
"She's the stepmother who treated me like leftover scraps and abused me… the Cinderella-style wicked stepmother."
"Hey… Woo Minjung. Where are you? Aren't you supposed to be streaming?"
The man, thrown off by the revelation that she wasn't my real mother, set the phone down on the table and began speaking in Cambodian.
I couldn't understand their language, so I had no idea what was being said.
Then Woo Minjung's face appeared on screen.
"Son… My beloved son. It's Mom…"
With neat makeup on, she looked completely different from the previous videos—full of vitality.
She was shining with the beauty of her prime days.
Wearing a fuzzy brown V-neck sweater, glowing under warm lighting.
Gulp.
Fucking beautiful.
But her posture on the bed was sloppy.
A laptop was positioned behind her.
Lighting equipment clearly meant for live streaming was visible.
No. She wasn't in her right mind.
She had regained her stunning looks from her glory days, but her eyes weren't focused on the camera. They stared vacantly into empty space.
I could see her anxiously licking her lips over and over.
"Son…"
Her voice drifted for a moment.
It made me wonder if she could even hold a conversation, if she was even sane.
Then, as if receiving some off-screen scolding or direction, her head turned briefly.
She slapped both her cheeks and stared directly at the camera.
Then she smiled brightly.
"Son… Even though I'm not your real mother… you love Mom, right? Mom loves her son so much~♡"
She lewdly stuck out her tongue.
Like a snake, she curled the tip into a sharp point and flicked it in the air as if kissing empty space.
She was completely drugged.
Completely defenseless.
Her panties were fully exposed—
A pose no woman would ever take while wearing a skirt: legs spread wide.
The slit skirt had ridden up, revealing her pure white thighs.
Between the modest white panties, her slightly protruding outer lips were faintly visible.
"Son… I love you~♡"
The love seemed to carry a completely different meaning.
Because right now her panties had turned gray—drenched.
I couldn't respond to her love confession.
"But son… Mom has something to apologize to you and Minah about."
Suddenly, her eyes sparkled.
It looked like a tear slid down.
"Minah… your sister Minah…? That's right… my daughter. Where is my daughter? Minah was my daughter, wasn't she?"
The moment she spoke the name, her voice suddenly choked.
Her loose pupils sharpened, then began shaking violently.
She covered her mouth with both hands in horror.
Maternal instinct had kicked in, momentarily bringing her back to her senses.
"Minah… Where is Minah?"
Her eyes widened, terror flooding her face.
As if she had uttered a forbidden name.
"No… No. That… That's… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry… Minah, I'm sorry…"
She never managed to say what exactly she was sorry for.
Her daughter's name was never mentioned again.
I had a good idea why she had fallen into panic.
Her mind was broken.
She might have witnessed with her own eyes the horrific torture Minah had endured.
"Minah has been rescued. She's receiving treatment and resting in her room now. She's getting better. Once we rescue you, Mom, everything will be resolved."
At my words, Woo Minjung's face filled with relief.
The depth of fear and guilt carved into her mind was transmitted clearly.
It was then.
Woo Minjung glanced off-screen before looking back at the camera.
A sharp command had come from the man outside the frame.
"Son… From now on, call every day… Watch Mom's broadcasts… and send donations right away. The ten billion… don't send it all at once…"
She tried to steady her breathing, but in doing so her hardened nipples rubbed against the rough sweater.
"Hiiik… Hik… Haa~ Haa~♡"
She gripped the chair's armrest tightly as pleasure washed over her.
Whether from the drugs or not, her nipples had become so sensitive that she seemed to have reached orgasm.
"Mom… has become so filthy. My nipples… they're too sensitive… Hauk~♡"
She grabbed the hem of the rough sweater and lifted it up.
What appeared beneath was the lace bra from before and breasts that had grown even larger and fuller.
Whether from the drugs, even the slightest movement made them quiver.
She lifted the sweater and unclasped the bra, tossing it aside.
"Mom… aren't my breasts pretty?"
With the sweater half-raised, she pulled out her pure white breasts as if showing them off proudly.
In this position, if she stood it would look exactly like the Zero Two dance.
She opened her mouth as if trying to explain while her hands pulled the sweater even higher.
It was more arousing than if she had simply stripped naked.
Goosebumps were visibly rising across her skin.
"Huuung~~"
Woo Minjung curled her body for a moment to endure it, but the love juices already flowing down her thighs proved she was in heat.
The rough fabric of the sweater had become unbearable stimulation against her sensitive nipples and skin.
Her heavy F-cup breasts swayed.
Thick flesh with visible bluish veins.
On top of that, her erect nipples and plump areolas were visual violence.
"Stroke your cock… while looking at this body… masturbate for me. I'll show you everything. Son… send me a picture of your cock…"
My stepmother used one hand to pull her panties aside, revealing her plump, elastic outer lips.
Her pubic hair had been neatly removed, exposing a beautiful, symmetrical pink pussy.
However, perhaps from too many insertions, the once-tight slit looked loose.
Send a picture of my cock?
I felt a pang of pity seeing Woo Minjung trying to drag me into their phishing scheme as well.
"Son… Mom's body has changed like this… When I return to Korea, I'll become your personal fuckhole. Minah too… is a fuckhole for you. You can use us however you want."
"What the hell??"
I was genuinely shocked by my stepmother's words.
They had sent Kang Minah with the intention of turning her into my personal fuckhole?
Was that why she had been unconsciously masturbating?
The man off-camera seemed surprised by my shocked expression and the hint of disgust in my reaction.
"I didn't touch Kang Minah's virginity. It's a gift for you. Ten billion… we're counting on you. And today, send all the money you currently have."
Is this bastard insane? Does he really expect me to believe that?
I wanted to roar in fury, but Woo Minjung was still in their hands.
The screen suddenly went black. The call had been terminated.
They had ended it first.
"I will definitely… destroy every last one of you. And I'll take back every single penny you made me send."
I transferred the 180 million won worth of Bitcoin from my account to theirs.
I had secured three billion through loans, but sending it all at once would be too dangerous.
Even while making the transfer, my erection refused to go down.
"Kuk!!!"
The body of Zhang Chen, the shaman who had cast the killing curse, shook violently.
He was a Taoist master of the Wudang Sect, a shaman who had risen to the rank of Grand Master and earned the respect of all.
Because the killing curse had been created using a first-class vengeful spirit, the backlash from its failure was enough to rattle all of his spiritual power.
"This is impossible… The killing curse I placed on that Korean detective was dispelled so easily?"
Normally when a shikigami was destroyed, it would transmit information from the moment of its destruction before vanishing.
When he chanted the spell, the moment the vengeful spirit had been erased faintly connected to him.
"!!"
In Zhang Chen's vision, only the image of a pure white hand fluttering like a butterfly stood out clearly.
A first-class vengeful spirit that would normally require two special-class shamans to exorcise had been erased with a single casual wave of a hand.
"A hand?? Not even a spell or incantation… Just one hand??"
Gulp.
Zhang Chen licked his dry lips and tried to steady his increasingly trembling body.
The memory of having seen this scene before had resurfaced.
He pulled out his smartphone and hurriedly dialed a number.
Even while pressing the buttons, he kept making mistakes and had to restart several times.
That was how great the shock was.
When the call connected, a solemn voice came through.
"I told you not to call me at this hour..."
"Sect Leader!! It's a disaster! The hand… the hand has appeared!!"
"The hand?? You don't mean… the one that appeared the year before last… that hand?"
"Yes!! Sect Leader… that bastard… Dueokryeong. That thing has appeared again!"
"...... Zhang Chen. Return to China immediately. Right now!"
"But, Sect Leader…. If I don't finish the current job, the Triads could bring great disaster upon our main sect…"
At Zhang Chen's words, the Wudang Sect Leader fell silent for a long moment.
"Please be careful...... You are the hope of our Wudang."
"Yes… Father. I mean, Sect Leader!!"
Zhang Chen ended the call and let out a long sigh.
He regretted ever taking on the Triads' dirty work in the first place.