Mother-in-Law Over the Wife
"Are you telling me to keep up the double spy act?"
After fucking U Mi-ae until dawn and holding her through the morning, Cha Do-yeon showers first, rinsing off roughly before stepping out to don his suit and fix his hair. It's been a pretty productive day. He's gained a useful new pawn with real potential, and since she's half-sincerely switched sides, her loyalty is confirmed too. A day of adding a manageable piece and fresh fuckmeat to his collection.
"You couldn't have straight-up told Second Sis to her face that you quit anyway, right?"
"Well..."
After slicking wax into his hair, he continues. "You had to keep pulling info to be useful, so if you reported getting fired or caught midway, that'd be trouble. You probably fed her some plausible bullshit instead."
"..."
She's changed a bit since before. In the vanity mirror by the bed, U Mi-ae clutches the covers, her eyes saying he's nailed it—she made the right call jumping ship.
"Exactly. So instead of pulling you out, we use this situation. I'll feed you some half-assed info to leak, and you soothe our raging sis while backing her up."
"That does sound more efficient... Understood."
"Next, the short-selling. She'll probably drop it once the market opens next week. That's her limit with her guts."
"! Yes, exactly. I figured the same—Bitcoin's on an uptrend, so she can't hold out long."
Her opinion matches, and she smiles, excited. Finally clicking into gear, it seems.
"Right? So~"
He closes the distance with U Mi-ae just a bit. Sitting on the bed in his suit for a parting gesture.
"Until I give special orders, don't get caught. Take care."
"Don't worry. I know Cha Hwa-ryeon well."
"Good. I'm heading out now, so get dressed. There's a sandwich in the fridge for breakfast—eat that and head back slow. Oh! And..."
"...And?"
"Ah~ spread 'em."
"......♥"
She blushes shyly at that. Cheeks flushing as memories of the all-nighter flood back. Soon, U Mi-ae lets the covers slip, baring her tits and opening wide.
Slurp, smack.Mwah, smoooch—mwah♥ Lewd tongues tangle. They share a loyalty kiss with motions honed overnight.
"Young master's cock again... Ah, ungh♥"
Squelch, squelch...♥ He slips a hand under the covers, fingering her pussy and savoring the feel. Stroking through the seed he pumped deep all dawn, satisfaction swells.
'Even the subordinate bitch has some fire.' He grins. Training this obedient pup is plenty fun for him too.
* * *
'Whew... Bitcoin soaring just makes shit more annoying.'
His schedule's gotten pretty tight lately. Stocks are booming as expected, the scenario unfolding right, but he's busier than thought.
Bitcoin's mooning to Mars, yet execs freak that a mere 1.7x rise means sell now. He has to hunt down conservative staff, reassert discipline, and set concrete short-term targets.
With the market volatile, he details buy/sell prices for company-held stocks. Plus, he siphons funds for long-term bets on stocks not shining yet but set to explode later—like e○Proviem, JY○, e○M, Eco○ro, and such.
To him, they're all money.
Company reputation risen from Hopeless Case to Might Have Pulled His Head Out of His Ass?
Public reputation changed from Trashy Fuckup to Retard.
These results bumped his internal rep a notch. Public one's from trash to retard—not sure if that's progress. Still scraping bottom either way.
But reputation doesn't matter to him right now.
'Fuck, I need my oasis...'
More than that, he craves the rewards from riding this wave. Truth is, he just wants to wrap up the annoying bullshit around him and meet her ASAP.
"Mother-in-law!"
At the hotel entrance, a familiar white luxury sedan pulls up. He steps forward instead of the driver, greeting barefoot, and a shy-smiling middle-aged woman emerges.
'Ah... purified.'
Technically middle-aged by numbers, but her bob, body—late 20s at worst. Pearl earrings sway from her bob as she rises, melting his heart.
Boing♥ Her bust shifts under the dress exiting the car.
'Those tits jiggling like crazy...'
Like his mom, So I-seol favors dresses. They exaggerate her top and bottom better than sloppy pants. One-shoulder style for balls, high exposure—pure eye candy. The citrus scent teasing his nose is so sweet he zones out.
"Do-yeon, it's cold—why not wait inside?"
"What... how could I hold back on a day I meet my pretty mother-in-law? Gotta escort you all the way."
"Such a smooth talker..."
Her carefully styled look praised, she smiles shyly—not bad at all. Her pure charm soaks into his chest, deeper than her grown daughter's.
Monthly meetup ritual. He treats her right in the hotel's top suite. Third time now—she's past awkward stranger vibes.
"Shall we?"
He offers his arm; she grins playfully, eyes nostalgic for youth, then leans in shyly. "Sure...♡" Arm-in-arm, feeling young again.
Divorced, no ties left, but they flaunt their bond openly.
'Ha... tits brushing my elbow so freely.'
This midlife hottie amazes in every way. Months of effort repaid in one hit. Adrenaline surges; hard to suppress the urge to grope.
Ex-mother-in-law So I-seol—second only to Mom as an absolute must-have target.
*
"I've set up a relaxing spa course today—no pressure, just rest."
"Oh my."
Top floor, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Seoul. Massage table and mini-party ready. Naturally, feast, wine, fancy fruit pastries for her taste. Full private room pampering, no holds barred.
More lavish than before; she eyes the suite awkwardly.
"Is this okay...?"
"Pardon?"
"This should celebrate your success, not lavish me like this..."
"What nonsense!"
He butts in exaggeratedly. To ease her guilt, he wraps it sweet.
"This win wouldn't have happened without you. Of course."
"W-what did I do..."
"You gave courage to this hopeless reject shunned by family. Without you, I'd have lost it after that."
Huge exaggeration, but not wrong. He craves these rewards more than the easy billions.
Don't know how much he agonized scheduling this.
"Even so... all I prepared for your success is this..."
Awkward at the scale, she pulls a tie set from her old luxury bag. Modest-looking but high-end name-brand.
'Ah... marrying her instead of the daughter?'
That intent alone moves him genuinely.
"Wearing this to work starting tomorrow."
"N-no need to overdo it. You're too much, Do-yeon."
"I'm thrilled for real. Ah! Let's toast in this vibe?"
Unlike last time's meal-only, he plans to advance today—booze helps. She sips the red wine he pours, gazing at the view, mood matching.
"Mmm...♥"
Nosing the aroma, light sip swallowed gracefully. Wine pose alone screams elegance.
As booze and sweets loosen her up, he proposes.
"Alright, mood's right—time for the real massage."
Cracking knuckles on cue, arms extended. She startles at his demo stretch.
"Eek?! You're doing it?"
"? Who else? Expected someone else?"
"I-I thought you'd call a pro..."
Massage table implied it, but not him personally. Fair— even trash heirs like him are corp presidents; hands-on's weird.
"Learned proper massage for today. Just change and lie down."
"N-no thanks! Why make the tie-only girl feel bad?!"
"If sorry, accept my sincerity. Gonna snub your devoted son-in-law's prep?"
"Not son-in-law anymore... Every visit's overkill."
She demurs repeatedly but folds to his stubbornness. Tipsy-flushed, resigned to his effort, she changes in the robe room and returns.
"......"
"W-why stare?"
"No, Mother-in-law suits anything."
"Do-yeon! Stop hyping... makes me shy."
Robed from changing, hand to cheek—booze or real bashfulness? Eyes dart.
Sounds sleazy, but since meeting her, his looks-praise is pure truth. Simple robe, yet tits overflow cleavage. Flushed face loosens her; he's entranced.
'Ah... horny as fuck.'
Crude, but she's walking porn. Swallows drool quick, back to fawning son-in-law mode.
"Fingers warmed—lie down quick, Mother-in-law."
"Mm..."
Awkward direct touch despite rapport, but robed she eases onto the table. Prone, relaxation hits; tension melts fast.
"Starting slow."
"Okay...... Ah- ungh... yes."
Press, press. Shoulder blades first. His goal's blatant: massage as touch-bait. Beyond in-law lines, escalating body talk.
Sleazy intent, but prepped meticulously.
"Ah, ungh... there, ah...... feels good...♥ Damn skilled..."
To dodge suspicion, he learned pro techniques short-term. Not just kneading knots—blissful, languid full-body looseness. Shoulders, legs stretched long, hips, back. Pro flow, pressing acupoints relentlessly.
Today's all for her—full effort pamper.
View ahead: panoramic Seoul through glass. Sun peeking clouds. Young man tending her, feeling youthful. No downsides for a woman.
She melts like dough, opening up fast.
"Mother-in-law's skin—20s easy."
"Enough hyping...... Ah, ungh♥"
"No lie. Feels like fingers might slip off."
"......♥"
No exaggeration; he savors too. Calf, ankle past robe—silky texture shocks.
'Ha... touching alone gets me hard.'
Smooth, plush body. Good genes or modern science? Lesson learned deep.
Progressing nicely, greed rises.
"Mother-in-law."
"Hm...?"
"Lotion for skin care too...? Okay?"
Next step to close gap, sustain momentum. Lotion means hiking robe a bit—she okays instantly. "Sure. Thanks, Do-yeon."
Excited chest heaving suppressed, he gently lifts her robe to upper back only.
Gulp...! Bare white shoulders—no bra, stuffy? Glimpse below: panties at least.
Squelch, squelch...
"Aaaah...♥"
Light pressure spreading lotion slow. Glossy jade skin rubbed sweet, fruit ripe.
Straight spine. Neck flawless at her age. Sideboob spilling from huge tits, taut.
'Fuck, can't hold...'
Eyes rolling. Dick throbbing unbearable.
Impulse wins—he mounts her prone form. Pro massage pose, climbs table, grinds his bulge firm.
Squish—press...♥ Can't hold; slams hips like doggy on her fat ass.
Hands busy spreading lotion down back for distraction, grinding below sly.
Bold leap past steps. Risks torching built goodwill, but eyes gone.
'Fuck, gonna burst...!'
Has to or explode. Blood boiling to force her—
"Do-yeon!"
"!!! Y-yes?!"
Air-splitting yell. Prone, she shouts. Spine shivers naming him.
... Gulp!
Burning thirst fits now. If she screams, game over forever—frozen stiff.
Fear she'll distance instantly from his slip; face drains.
"......"
"......"
Hearts thunder in silence.
"Do-yeon, right now......"
Thump-thump-thump!
She turns, lips parting. Her words—