The Mother-in-Law's Early Morning Invitation
"Huuu...."
"Haaah...."
In someone else's spacious bathroom. While sweating it out excessively in the closet earlier, he recovers his stamina in the bathwater with his mother-in-law. He gets in first, embracing her from behind as they enter the water, gripping her belly and breasts to steadily support her posture.
Squeeze♥ 'Hah... This sensation never gets old, no matter how many times.'
Especially her breasts— he greedily kneads her plump, full melons, savoring them. How is this even a woman in her forties? Every time they meet, it's a revelation.
Before it gets too late, his cock starts stirring again, aching to pump this prime female full of his seed.
"Hehe, you like it that much?"
As he plays with the texture like a toy, his mother-in-law brushes her wet hair back and looks up at him. Nestled in his arms, she smiles coyly like she's flirting, looking twenty years younger— fresh as a virgin.
Smack, smack... Chup, smack...♥ They lock eyes, so he gives her a light kiss, top and bottom.
"......Mm."
"?"
But after the lip-lock, she lets out a strange hum while looking at his face. Then her eyes narrow sadly, and her pursed lips part heavily.
"Um... Do-yeon."
"Yes, go ahead."
He invites her to speak freely, but she drags it out indecisively, like a heavy topic is coming.
"Right now— I mean, at this point, so don't get the wrong idea. You know... Ha-yul never really liked you, right?"
"Pardon? Ah... Yeah, she glared at me like she wanted to kill me every time we met, so how could I not know."
"Right, she complained to me about it every day, so I know better than anyone. ...But you see,"
She swallows slightly, then continues, "Did you... maybe not like Ha-yul either?"
"Pardon?"
Out of nowhere, his ex-wife An Ha-yul takes center stage. He has no idea where this is going, but figuring she asked her daughter about him while he was locked in the closet, he answers sincerely.
"Well... It wasn't that I disliked her exactly. We just never had time to get to know each other. My ex-wife only ever hated my guts nonstop."
Whether before or after the possession, An Ha-yul's attitude toward him was consistent. She treated him like a bug. His trashy playboy image was that strong, and she lived off her own superiority complex. The notion that Cha Do-yeon was an irredeemable scumbag was deeply ingrained.
"S-so, if Ha-yul hadn't had those prejudices, things might've been different?"
"Hmm."
After a quick mental simulation, "Even then... we probably would've ended up splitting. Ha-yul and I just didn't mesh at all."
"Mm... I see...."
At his negative response, her face shows a bit of relief, like a knot in her chest has loosened. She looks slightly pleased, yet a tad wistful. It doesn't seem like idle curiosity, so he presses for the reason, and she hems and haws.
"Come on, don't keep it to yourself— tell me your intentions."
"W-wait! Really, stop...♥"
As she stalls, he playfully slips his hand into the water, tickling her soft flesh. She giggles like a child and surrenders.
"I-it's not a big deal! Just... if you'd been like this from the start, I think Ha-yul wouldn't have hated you."
"Huh!? ...I don't think so."
His eldest sister Cha Seon-mi and the fellow perfectionist An Ha-yul. As mentioned before, talking to Ha-yul felt like she was shoving a knife down his throat— suffocating. It wasn't coincidence that this psycho trash Cha Do-yeon shriveled up whenever his wife's name came up.
But mother-in-law So I-seol shakes her head gently. "No, that's not it. It was because you were such a mess back then. If you'd been normal, Ha-yul would've opened up to you eventually."
"...You think so?"
"Yes. So... if things had gone well, you could've been a normal family with her. Not... like this, a bit off-kilter."
"......?"
Her lingering tone makes him tilt his head. Then 'Ah!' It hits him a beat late, eyes widening as he grasps the subtext.
Yeah. She must feel like a fishbone stuck in her throat— guilty as hell. Adultery with her son-in-law who sees her as a woman. His persistent seduction finally toppled her, and he's been ravaging her body wildly ever since. She couldn't stop the momentum, but her tender heart still piled on the guilt.
Betraying her daughter and family, plus seeing her current self in the mirror more often. He'd kept boosting her confidence, but the 20-year age gap loomed large. That number made her pessimistic about her situation, leading her to compare herself to her daughter.
She's not young like her daughter anymore, so stepping outside disgusts her. No matter how much he insisted age was just a number, the gap festered like an abscess. For So I-seol, committing adultery with him and living in a dream felt like mere child's play against the wall of reality.
So, what should he say here?
Splash!
"Eek?! D-Do-yeon?"
He yanks her into a tight embrace first. In the lukewarm, splashing water, he caresses her body and whispers.
"To me, you're tens of thousands of times better than my ex-wife."
"!"
"I feel bad for deceiving my ex and for your husband, but I absolutely couldn't let you go."
Impulse acknowledged, but it was all sincere. From the moment he brushed past So I-seol at the economic forum right after possession, he was smitten. Like with his sisters and mother, her status as his mother-in-law was a huge wall, but he'd vowed to smash it.
The reason was simple: he liked her. Just imagining her made his heart race; she captivated him, so he wanted her. That feeling hit after seeing his mother. To him, age really was just a number. No point rationalizing dislike, and no need for excuses— he was head over heels for her.
"D-Do-yeon..."
"You know, right? How I busted my ass to catch your eye all this time."
"......"
"Even made that bullshit promise about 'needing treatment' to stick around. Can't back off easily now."
"B-but we're... realistically, this can't work."
"Who knows? I don't do giving up."
"Eut♥"
Smoothly— he wraps around her soft skin, coiling his legs around hers below. He peppers her nape with kisses until she'd get sick of it, cradling his female preciously. Grinning slyly, he declares.
"You're— So I-seol is basically mine now. I'll take you even if I have to steal you."
"......"
Ambition beyond mere flirtation. Laying bare this massive dark desire that crosses all lines, she falls silent. She doesn't stop her son-in-law from kneading her breast hard; she just lowers her long lashes.
Gulp♥ Instead, like she's anticipating it, she swallows. As if she can't help it if he pushes like this, she doesn't reject this young stud.
Of course. By nature's law, mating with a beautiful female falls to the victorious male.
"Nngh, nngh!"
"Ahn, ahn♥ Already hard again, like this...!"
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap!
So he can't hold back— he bends his mother-in-law over the tub's edge and pounds her from behind with love-packed thrusts♥ Mocking her foolish husband who neglected this beauty, he marks her pussy again.
"Hoot— huu, you're so damn lively all day...♥"
"Mother-in-law, when I see your body, it's not a lie— I go crazy."
"Hehehe...♥"
After washing up, he pins her to the bed and fucks until nightfall. Side-lying her, he grinds his cock persistently against her, thrusting deep to leave evidence of his visits.
Pang♥ Pang♥ Pang♥
"Eung! Ohot, uheueueung!"
Her satisfaction with his virility shows as she clutches the sheets, shuddering each time he turns her into a woman. Gripping her huge tits, rubbing her ass, she moans nonstop. The top-tier milf who hooked him second only to mom.
'Yeah, you're so full of life— gotta knock you up with my kid before it's too late♡'
Sneer.
Husband or whatever— doesn't matter. He's set on living as trash, so sisters, incest, drama— none of it fazes him. As long as he gains the power to turn the impossible real, he can do all the crazy shit.
"Cumming, again, cuuumiiinggg♥"
'Now this is mine.'
He's dragged the prim So I-seol into this dangerous affair. Pounded her womb deep so she can't run, slathered her in saliva to mark his territory.
He won't let go. He'll gather all his females into his bowl.
*
"Mother-in-law, that was amazing."
"Really, dealing with you drained me dry...."
She comes to see him off at the door in the morning, robed. Muttering like she's exhausted from the all-nighter, but her skin glows radiantly. The smile as she looks at him lingers, and having received his love fully, she looks even more beautiful.
"See you next time. I'll come pick you up anytime."
"......♥"
Smack. A final light kiss on the cheek. Like a wife seeing off her husband, So I-seol raises her hand delicately and waves.
Thud!
"Hah... Time flies."
Her graceful figure makes even his heart flutter. But with his youngest sister to deal with, he has other business— time to head out.
Next, he calls the elevator, stretches thoroughly, and pulls out his phone. Worried work calls might kill the mood, he wakes the phone that's been asleep all day.
'...An Ha-yul: 47 missed calls...? And what the hell with the texts?'