The Betrayed Goddess (3)
"You'll be flustered having become a goddess. But a goddess is one who proudly comforts the hearts of wandering, suffering humans and guides them toward hope. I pray that in your generation, the Demon King falls and peace arrives."
The great sage had said those words to her. It was a memory from the days when Ishtar was still adjusting to her new role as a goddess. Now, it felt like ancient history from eons ago. Ishtar had embraced her fate as a goddess with pride. After walking this path for a full 50,000 years, the end was finally in sight—no hesitation remained.
—No matter what happened from here on out, surely…
"In the end, it's duty over sex for you, huh?"
"Of course it is, Kim Hoyoung. I can guess your scheme. You plan to make me crave your cock and strip me of my goddess qualifications. But that will never happen."
Her blazing eyes burned with unyielding resolve.
"What will you do to me? Rape me by force?"
"You got something wrong there, Ishtar."
"??"
She fumbled to pull up her pants.
"I'm not interested in women who say no. I've got plenty who come running, begging for me."
"W-Wait… What do you mean? You're the one who started…!"
"If you don't want to, then don't. But from now on, don't interfere with me either. You're free to crash at my place, but don't complain about what I do."
"Ugh… Why say it like that!"
Ishtar snapped at my indifferent attitude, as if I'd lost interest. I scratched the back of my head and headed back to my room. She stood there blankly for a long while, trying to process what had just happened.
"Huh…? W-What… Is this really it…? I thought he'd at least roughly assault me…"
The unexpected turn left Ishtar frozen in place, but I didn't return. It felt like she'd been smacked in the back of the head. Clutching the sacred cloth—now reduced to a mere rag—she trudged sadly back to her room.
Her loyal, capable subordinate spread my decree to every family member. The next day, clothing vanished from our home.
"Master… no, Hoyoung. It's morning—may I wake you? Sorry if I upset you…"
"Mm, no, it's fine."
Kim Hea-e arrived to wake me, her demeanor more slave than mother. Her massive breasts jiggled as she approached. I groped them as a morning greeting.
"Ah…♡ Aah…♡ Ahhng…♡"
"Your nipples are hard, Mom."
"B-But any mom would get excited from her son's touch. Moms are wired to go into heat for their own sons. Back when I was young, I fooled around with guys, but now I see it was all just prep to receive my real son."
"Slutty bitch."
"Mm… You're the only one who'd say something that harsh and still get forgiven. A loving mother forgives her son no matter what…♡"
A strand of her pussy juice dripped down. From this angle, her bush looked thick and wild. Nude bodies in daily life had a different charm from the nakedness during sex.
"Sons rank above moms by common sense, so forgiving someone above you might be arrogant to begin with."
"Enough—go."
"Got it, Hoyoung. I'll do as you say."
She clasped her hands politely like a maid and turned to leave. I pinched her ass to stop her.
"Hm? What is it, Hoyoung? Something to say?"
"Unlimited sex starts today, remember?"
"Huh?"
"Morning wood's up. Don't you want it?"
"Eh? C-Can I?"
Her face lit up. Like striking gold, she shut the door, locked it to block interruptions.
"You're always welcome, Mom. See? You gotta have a son. Daughters are useless. Sons reliably fuck their moms. Slurp♡"
"Your eyes look like some perverted old man's right now, Mom."
"B-But it's common sense for a mom to lust after her son, right? A mom loving some other guy instead would be the weirdo!"
"Fine, just fuck me already."
"Yes…♡ I'll do as ordered. Hea-e's a good mom who never defies her son♡"
She climbed onto the bed and impaled herself on my cock. We interlocked fingers, holding hands tightly. Her eyes gazing down at me drowned in pleasure and love.
"Waking up to fuck my son—fucking awesome! I'm the happiest woman alive."
"How should you treat a son who makes you feel this good?"
"Absolute obedience! Absolute obedience! Absolute obedience! Absolute obedience!"
She chanted like a soldier.
"I never talk back to my son. Everything my great son says is right. No doubts. Ignorance is strength. Obedience is happiness. Blind devotion is wisdom. From the moment my son was born, my life's purpose is serving him. No question about it!"
"Good girl. As a reward, I'll let you go till I cum twice."
"Thank you!"
The sloppy fuck lasted 30 minutes. While I came twice, Mom squirted at least a hundred times. Even with her stamina, human limits existed. Her pussy swelled red and inflamed; her legs wobbled, unable to stand. Her neatly done hair was a tangled mess like a bandit's, face flushed like a drunk's. But that satisfied smile never left her lips.
"Hehehe… Happy… So good…♡"
"Whoa!! What the—Mom?!"
Opening the door, she bumped straight into her daughter. Kim Jiwon must've been lurking nearby. Typical.
"So glad I had a son…♡ Best thing I ever did…♡"
"Whoa, Mom. You and bro went at it till now? Since morning?"
"I'd die if my son said to… Absolute obedience… Absolute obedience…"
"She's totally gone. Won't snap out of it for a while."
Jiwon clicked her tongue at Mom stumbling zombie-like down the hall, not even recognizing her. Honestly, you're no better.
Describing Jiwon's state: you'd thank your stars for just running into crazy Mom. Any sane person seeing her now would snap a pic and post online: "Saw a total nutjob."
"Damn, bro. Feel good fucking your own mom? Whoa! Night-flower scent! Bed's soaked."
"…Why're you here?"
My sister had my stolen triangle panties flipped over her face. Plus my running shirt, and a vibrator taped to her clit. Pussy juice stains dotted the hall where she'd walked.
"Well, Ishtar-unnie was worried what scheme you were plotting."
"Ah. You two got close, huh—her staying here."
"Yeah. But you're adding Ishtar-unnie to the Kim Hoyoung harem, right?"
"? What's that?"
"The girls you pick to eat, suck, and play with at will. You won't kill her or anything, right?"
"When'd you see me kill anyone?"
Guess she'd bonded with Ishtar. Fellow scent fetishists' solidarity?
"True. You're too nice for that."
"Yeah, so nice I don't toss out sisters who steal my clothes."
"W-Wait—bro!!"
I scooped her thighs and dashed down the hall. Her room's at the end of the second-floor corridor. I shoulder-checked the door open.
"W-Wait, bro! Hold on! I'm the incest-fetish sis who gets wet for her own bro—if you touch me, I go into heat instantly! Pussy's already soaked, you idiot! Take responsibility now!"
"Was gonna anyway. I'll fuck you—be good and wait."
"What? For real? Well… if you properly soothe my pussy, no issue. Incest between bro and sis is normal anyway."
"…Think that's fine?"
I asked Ishtar, who'd come to Jiwon's room for "advice." She'd been prying into my intentions via Jiwon.
"F-Fine? What do you mean?"
"Sex here okay? You're not doing it, right?"
"O-Obviously. But since when did human families fuck like this…?"
"Just us—so ignore it. We'll stop when Mom snaps out and makes food."
"D-Do whatever!"
Ishtar turned away in seiza, snorting prissily.
"Nngh♡ Ahhn♡ Bro… Feels good. Love you, bro… Bro's panties over my face while he drills my pussy—best ever…♡ Love you. No interest in other guys—just you. I'm the ultimate bro-obsessed perv sis. Even a slut like me, you pick up and keep—you're my savior♡ I'll obey any order, so don't toss me away!"
"Heh. You get so sweet during sex."
"But… when cock's schooling you, no sass comes out. As a woman… you feel you can't beat a superior man like bro. Obvious truth."
Usually bold with me, Jiwon melted into a puddle of affection. Ishtar glanced over, eyes wide in shock. The goddess's thighs fidgeted restlessly, slapping together. As if regretting something…