Their Shameful Report
A full week had already passed since Mom and Dohee had started growing out their hair. In that time I had trained them as usual, but both of them, too embarrassed to let me see, kept doing everything they could to hide their cunts and underarms, so I never got a proper look at how far things had come.
Not that either of them could hide from me forever.
Right now Mom and Dohee were on their knees in front of me, legs spread wide, both hands locked behind their heads in the inspection pose — putting every humiliating inch they had spent a week trying to conceal on full display.
"Haaauuunnngh…"
"Hnnnngh…"
Masochists that they were, both of them got off on shame — but showing me the hair they had grown still turned their faces scarlet. Neither one could meet my eyes.
Mom's underarms and cunt hair had both come in thick enough that you could tell at a glance she was properly growing it out. Dohee, because of track, was only letting it grow on her cunt, and her body didn't produce much hair to begin with; it was longer than a week ago, but next to Mom it still looked like she had a long way to go.
"Begin."
"Reporting, sir🤍"
No matter how badly they wanted to hide it, nothing stayed hidden in front of me. If anything, the humiliation only dragged them deeper into misery — and soaked their cunts in the process. They hadn't held the pose for more than ten minutes, and already the juices dripping from between their legs had formed little puddles on the floor.
"Mom has been diligently growing her hair for a week, and it's started to come in this filthy…🤍 My underarms are beginning to fill in with hair, and my cunt has grown so much dog-cunt fur that it's long enough to cover my pussy entirely🤍"
"Hmm… Looking at it grown out like that is kind of disgusting~"
"Hnn🤍 I'm sorry, Son🤍🤍 But if I grow it just a little more, you'll get to see an even filthier Mom, so please bear with me~🤍🤍🤍"
At my insult, Mom shuddered once, shame and humiliation rolling through her. I was the one who had ordered her to grow it, and calling it disgusting was grossly unfair — but even that only made her fawn harder, presenting her embarrassed body all the more eagerly while her cunt got wetter.
She had always been a lewd mother, but the training she took from me and her daughters was pushing her further still, reducing her into a slutty sow beyond anything she had ever imagined.
"Good. You're growing it another week, so keep it up~ Dohee — report."
"Y-Yeah…. Reporting🤍"
Dohee's switch still hadn't flipped. She was genuinely too ashamed to meet my eyes properly. Compared to Mom she still looked almost cute about it, but being seen like this was just as mortifying for her.
"M-My cunt hair's grown a fair amount, so now…. *gulp*… the s-smell's gotten really strong💦 And even though Oppa said it was okay…. I grew a little under my arms too🤍"
That last part was unexpected enough that I stood up from my seat.
"Nngh🤍"
"Chairs don't get to make noise~"
Smack!!! Smack!!!
"Hnnnph!!🤍 Hnnnph!!🤍🤍"
The little whimper that slipped out the moment I rose earned Seohee a beating hard enough to leave several of my handprints on her ass. Since her body barely grew hair at all, I was using her as a chair by way of compensation.
It was exhausting and humiliating — and Seohee had asked for it herself.
Scratchy…
"Ho~oh, you really are growing it. Doesn't show much against your skin, but…"
"I-I'll grow it more so I can be an even more shameful sow🤍🤍"
Dohee was mortified by the hair, but once I gave the order she grew it without fail — and, refusing to lose to Mom, she had deliberately started on her underarms too.
It was still just a soft fuzz, and against her bronze skin you barely noticed it at a glance. Living with the knowledge that she was growing armpit hair, though, was a serious psychological jolt all on its own.
"So you've been doing track practice while showing this off?"
"Hnn🤍 Y-Yeees🤍🤍🤍 Sometimes when I stretch I let people see my armpit hairrr🤍🤍🤍"
Track uniforms were sleeveless, so of course her underarms were exposed. She had been putting them on display on purpose — living proof that she was obeying me, submitting to me.
"Getting off on showing strangers your filthy armpit hair? You're a hopeless maso pig-bitch."
"Haaauunnngh🤍🤍🤍🤍"
While I tore into her I pinched a single strand of underarm hair, yanked it out, and flicked it to the floor. Dohee's face went slack into a pure bitch-in-heat expression, and Mom, watching from the side, swallowed hard with naked envy.
A mother who got turned on watching her daughter degraded wasn't just being a mom — she was being a pure masochist sow.
"Inspection's over. Time to start, yeah?"
"Yeeees🤍🤍🤍 Please hurry up and fuck your maso-pig mother and daughterrr🤍🤍🤍"
I stoked them with humiliation and put them through a proper training fuck. Mom and Dohee blacked out several times; Seohee, a little left out, got her ass spanked red while I pounded her until she was satisfied. Sex ended, and another day passed.
"Madam President, it's time for the meeting."
"Mm…. All right. Go on ahead and get things ready."
"Yes, ma'am."
Squish… squish… squish…
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Jihee kept up the appearance of working, but even as her secretary walked out she never stopped masturbating under the desk.
She had muffled the sound as best she could, but the wet noise of her fingers working her cunt couldn't be erased completely. The secretary tilted her head, faintly puzzled — and the near miss only wound Jihee tighter, hotter.
"Hrnghhhnnn🤍🤍🤍"
Pssshhhhhh🤍🤍🤍🤍
"Heeeh🤍 Heeeaakh🤍🤍"
President of the company, and she still couldn't hold back a heat so fierce she had to finger herself at her desk. The shame of it crashed through her as she came, cunt-juice gushing down in thick ropes.
"Haaunn🤍 Nice shot~ Now laugh at Mom while you watch her finger her cunt, Son🤍"
Jihee had filmed the whole thing on her phone. She sent the video straight to her son Heetae with a message begging him to mock her, and her body trembled. The knowledge that she was a pathetic mother who masturbated at the office left her breathing hard, the tremor in her hips still refusing to settle.
"Haa~ Growing the hair out makes the smell so much stronger🤍🤍"
She had only trimmed enough to keep it from looking completely wild, so she hadn't noticed — but longer hair soaked up her juices and turned the scent of her cunt even thicker. Right now the whole president's office reeked of her. The slick coating her fingers was stronger than usual, strong enough to make her head swim.
"Mmmpf🤍 *slurp*🤍 Mmmpf🤍 Mmmpf🤍"
Only after she had licked every last drop of cunt-juice off her fingers did she wipe her spit with a handkerchief and straighten her clothes. On the outside she looked perfectly ordinary — suit, skirt, stockings. Underneath, she was saturated with sow-stink.
Haa~🤍 Even peeling off a little would flood the room with this filthy heat🤍🤍
It was still a bit early in the season for the outfit. The stockings were thick, the panties wide enough to cover cunt and ass completely — which only meant that sitting still let sweat trap the smell until it was choking. The orgasm she had just wrung out of herself had loaded her body with an overwhelming female musk, and her clothes were barely containing it.
My underarms are pouring sweat too🤍 Haaaaa~🤍 If Son got a whiff he'd call me disgusting🤍🤍🤍
Just imagining the abuse waiting for her at home sent the lust she had supposedly just relieved boiling back up. She headed for the conference room, where the executives and staff were already gathering.
When she entered, people seated along both sides of the long table rose to greet her. Most of them were women — natural enough for a company built around a women's underwear brand, the better to understand what customers actually wanted.
"All right. Begin the reports."
She took the head seat and opened her mouth, and everyone tensed as the presentation on the new products started. She watched the employee click through the darkened-room PowerPoint with every appearance of attention, but her head was still full of her master — her son. Even so, her mind was sharp enough that work never suffered. She could do this without a single hitch.
Bzzzt.
A phone going off in a meeting was bad manners — but when the offender was the president, no one could say a word.
The message was from her son. A message she could never, under any circumstances, refuse. She opened it the instant it arrived.
Hnnnnnnnnnnngh🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
One text. That was all it took for her body to start shaking with arousal. Just being degraded by her son over a message and her cunt was already dripping on autopilot.
Flinch!!
At her son's order, Jihee's eyes flicked around the room. Earlier she had been alone in her office. Now she was in a conference room packed with people. Getting herself off here wasn't just risky — it could be social suicide.
Even knowing she couldn't obey at this moment, she still couldn't bring herself to refuse him outright. Instead she pleaded — begging her son the way a desperate woman begs.