Man Hunters (3)
“This month's gratitude offering has come in, Master... Ah, no, Hoyoung.”
Even hearing my own mom call me Master felt awkward, so I'd ordered her to use casual speech with me. It didn't change the fact that she was absolutely obedient to me anyway.
“A gratitude offering, huh. How much came in?”
“Two billion.”
“Two billion?!”
The gratitude offering was tribute money that the slaves paid me of their own accord. Sure, there were guys like Na Byeongsik or Gaedung whom I'd directly commanded to hand over a cut of their income, but as the numbers grew, it got annoying to manage, so I'd delegated full authority to Park Jisoo. In a way, she'd gained the right to collect debts from the slaves—or as they called themselves, the normals.
She ran her own company anyway, and she was smart as hell. Thanks to her, the money that used to trickle in from all over now hit the account on the same day every month, making it easy to track earnings.
Two billion a month. Damn... It felt like ancient history, but back when I had a regular job, I was pulling in one and a half to two million a month. Two billion was the stuff of dreams. I'd thought having just two hundred million would've made life a breeze. What a joke.
“If Hoyoung really wanted to, you could rake in twenty trillion just like that...”
“Nah, that's plenty. You manage it, Mom.”
“Understo—... Ah, got it, Hoyoung. I'll do as you say.”
Mom's eyes burned with greed as she stared at the bank app. Kim Hea-e was the picture of submission in front of me, but she had her own ambitions. The brands she wore were getting flashier, and reports (mostly from my sister) came in about her hitting fancy restaurants. She was squirreling away her cut pretty shrewdly.
Truth was, Mom only acted spineless around me. To the other slaves, she was on Yeopo's level. Like how the woman who bore the king wielded massive authority in the royal court. Most slaves couldn't even meet her eyes.
Made sense. Mom was actually terrifying. Ruthless to others and herself, treating anyone who fell short of her standards like dirt—a total cold-blooded bitch. She'd shut down even my whining as her son without mercy. Light jokes or requests bounced right off her. Sometimes, she straight-up scared me.
“Hey, Kim Hea-e.”
“Yes? What, what's up? Got something for your mom? Just say it. I'll do anything.”
Back in the day, calling her by name would've earned me a slap. She'd changed a ton.
“Can I grope your tits?”
“Hm?”
She approached like a waiter when called, then let out a relieved sigh at the request.
“What? Thought it was something serious. Shouldn't I be asking if I can get my tits groped?”
“You're acting all cutesy.”
“Aing~ Molang~♡”
Was that her idea of aegyo? Back then, I couldn't have imagined kneading Mom's breasts like this.
“Mmph! Mmmph♡ Sniff sniff♡ Mmph♡”
“Whoa. Is that Jiwon down there? What's she doing?”
“Just sitting on her face with my ass. About time she passes out from lack of air.”
“Oh my. That's...”
Mom watched her daughter suffocating under her son's ass like it was some heartwarming scene she was jealous of.
“She must be so happy. Bet that smell-fetish sow begged to get sat on.”
“Yeah. Said not to get up even if it kills her.”
“Wish it'd actually kill her, haha.”
“Mmph! Mmmph♡ Mmph!”
Jiwon, meekly sniffing my ass, stretched her leg toward Mom. Kim Hea-e blocked it casually with her palm. What a dysfunctional mother-daughter duo. My fault, probably. These two were hypnotized to feel zero affection for anyone but me. No maternal love, no filial piety. Even family was just rivals competing for my favor.
Used to be they were so close I felt left out.
“Mmph! Mmmph!!!”
“Hm? She's tapping my thigh.”
“Maybe it's sow tap-out language. Who knows.”
Might actually kill her if I pressed longer, so I got up.
“Puha! Who's the sow? A perverted mom who can't even get horny without her own son!”
“What'd you say? Shut your stinky mouth if you don't wanna fight in front of Hoyoung.”
“This stink's from Oppa's ass! Intoxicating, blissful, mind-melting heaven!”
“Sigh... Can't reason with a smell fetish freak.”
The argument was heating up.
“Big-titted royal failure, maso reject mom.”
“Sneaking into Hoyoung's room daily to steal panties, you little thief.”
“Slut! Cow udders!”
“Brat! Shameless bitch throwing yourself at Hoyoung!”
“Shut up! Loose slut who lets other guys creampie her!”
“What bullshit! Mom conceived you two via IVF! Never fucked your ex-dad!”
“Eeeeeek?!”
Shocking virgin declaration from a married mom of two.
“Married him for the money, not love. Never cared about sex anyway. We agreed on artificial insemination. So my hymen broke under Master's training! Ah... Thinking about it got me wet.”
“Sh-shut up! I was dating the soccer captain, about to go on a one-night-two-day trip, but Oppa trained me first. He popped my cherry while live-streaming to my excited boyfriend the night before.”
“That's so romantic. Classic Hoyoung...♡”
“Hmph... Oppa's superior intellect transcends our puny ideas. Anyway, I swore off boyfriends forever that day, to be Oppa's sister eternally. As long as he doesn't marry, I'm the closest woman to him.”
“Huh? What nonsense? Obviously, it's Mom.”
“Think about your age, hag.”
“Hoyoung appreciates a mature beauty's refined charm, unlike you idiots.”
“God, I hate you.”
“Feeling's mutual.”
“Both of you, shut up.”
““............!!””
I'd enjoyed the catfight enough. Grateful for the intel that Mom hadn't fucked anyone but me. They instantly clamped their mouths shut with both hands at my command, not even gulping. Commendable.
...But no breathing sounds either. Holding their breath? Such blind loyalty.
“Familiar face on TV, but I can't hear 'cause of you two.”
““............!!!””
They dogeza'd silently. Now I could hear the TV.
“What a psycho bitch. Where are the cops? Letting her walk free after confessing on air.”
End times, seriously. Higher-ups need to take responsibility. Top cop's Kim Dahyeon. Shit. Explains Paradise City's shit security.
“Dahyeon's one thing, but wasn't Mari competent? Right, Bianca?”
Ssslrk— A succubus horn perfect for gripping poked from my shadow, her face peeking out.
Instead of answering, she scribbled on paper.
<You said it was noisy earlier. May I speak?>
“What, you minding that? Just talk.”
“Yes, Master. Mari hasn't contacted me lately.”
“What? She's busy, probably.”
“Even as my aide, she was a corpse without responsibility. No contact's one thing, but ignoring a crime syndicate messing up security? Not like her. I'm worried.”
“Hmm...”
“Lately, my head's full of Mari— Kyaa♡ Ahh♡ M-Master♡ Don't grab the horn suddenly♡ Ah...♡ Our horns are erogenous zones... Nngh♡”
Just gripped it like a steering wheel, and Bianca's face melted in ecstasy. Still her weak spot. Her horns shrank like candy if played with too much—devolving her as a demon. She said, <Don't worry about it, Master♡ Use me till I'm trash and toss me♡>.
“Better now, Bianca? Head clear of Mari worries?”
“N-noo♡ Just Master♡ Master alone is enough♡ Trash demon who prioritizes your caresses over millennia-old comrades, but I'll do anything for youuu♡”
The once-terrifying Demon King Bianca of the Western Continent was now just obedient livestock. After thorough horn play, she retreated satisfied into my shadow.
“Uhihit...♡ Ehht...♡ Aah...♡ Love it. Horn shrank again, but this bliss is worth dying for...♡”
Her expression screamed shadow masturbation.
“—Said that, but it's bugging me too. What do you two think, Mom, Jiwon?”
“.........!!”
“.........!!”
Mom and sis writhed, faces beet-red like they'd burst.
Idiots.
“Breathe. You could've breathed from the start.”
“Puha!!”
“Th-thought I was dying!!”
Thirty seconds later and I'd have two corpses.
“Puha! Master! No, Hoyoung! Mom has something to say. Can this overstepping mouth speak?”
Hand raised like a student asking to speak. Cute. Pathetic?
“What? Go ahead. Permission granted.”
“Yes. Sorry for wasting the mouth made to suck Hoyoung's cock on idle chatter. That woman on TV... I think I know her.”
“Hm? I know her too. Kang Soran, always on TV.”
“Not her. The one next to her.”
What? That criminal? How would a plain housewife mom know her?