Stealing the Chaebol Family with Hypnosis (4)
"Kyaaah! W-who the hell are you?!"
"Who are you? Ah, wait... Yuna?"
"How do you know my name? More importantly, what the fuck are you doing to my mom?!"
"Raping her."
"You crazy bastard?! You think you can get away with this shit?! I'm calling the cops right now! Just you wait!!"
"What'd I do wrong? It's just a little rape—nothing to make a fuss about, right?"
"What the hell kind of insane talk is that?!"
"Nah, see... I'm your master. You're my slave."
"Huh...? Oh, yeah... you're right."
"See? Stupid bitch."
"Yes... Master."
"No, wait—Jeonghui's my wife now, so that makes you my daughter. From now on, call me Daddy."
"Yes, Daddy."
"You're gonna be the daughter in this world who loves her dad more than anything. Oh, and obviously, this is sexual love."
"Yes, Daddy."
"You're gonna turn into a perverted, incest-obsessed daughter who gets wet for her daddy."
"Yes... Daddy♡"
"Oho. Your eyes are getting all slutty already? Did watching me fuck your mom turn you on?"
"I'm a perverted daughter who gets horny for Daddy, after all."
"Ah~ So easy. Hey, your mom's passed out happy without even cleaning up, so lick my dick clean."
"Yes. I'll clean Daddy's cock with my mouth."
"Your mom's way too easy to excite, seriously. Touch her nipples, and she cums in like ten seconds."
"Slurp. Slurp. I'm sorry my mom's such a worthless slut. We'll both serve you loyally as mother and daughter, so please be merciful."
"I'll think about it."
"Sniff sniff. Mommy's pussy scent mixed with Daddy's cock is making me so horny."
"Of course it is—you're an incest pervert. Filthy bitch. Oh yeah, I heard you're inheriting the company?"
"Slurrrp♡ Yes. Dad said Byung-sik's unreliable... Huh? My real dad is you, Master, right? Wait... then who's giving me the company?"
"Some 'old man,' right?"
"Oh, right. Some old guy said he'd hand the company over to me."
"Keep working hard at the company. Give me... eh, fuck it, 70% of your salary. Deal?"
"Yes. I'll do anything Daddy says."
"Good girl... Hey, did Byung-sik see you outside?"
"Yes."
"Go smash that fucker's head in."
"Byung-sik's head?"
"What, feel bad about hitting your little brother as the big sis?"
"No... If Daddy says so, I have to. Of course I do."
—And that was how I brainwashed Na Yuna.
I'd kicked out the original owner of the house, the chaebol chairman, and hypnotized the elegant housewife and her dutiful daughter. In the end, the hilltop mansion in Pangchang-dong—famous for its killer views—had fallen completely to me.
At the same time, Na Byung-sik's spoiled chaebol life plummeted straight into hell.
"...I'm home, Mom."
"Oh, the retard's back?"
"...I'm Byung-sik."
"Hahaha. Sorry, your tiny dick looked so retarded I got confused."
Na Byung-sik, dark circles hanging under his eyes down to his cheeks, came home to see his mom in a wedding dress, stamping her seal on some documents. Without a hint of hesitation, she stamped it and bowed deeply to me in gratitude.
Byung-sik had grown too apathetic to meddle in most things anymore, but he couldn't ignore what those papers might be.
"Mom, what's that?"
"Oh, this?"
Seo Jeonghui showed off the documents proudly, like they were a diamond ring from her husband.
"It's my marriage contract."
"Marriage contract...? You can't seriously be marrying that guy?!"
"Silly~ Of course not."
Byung-sik sighed in relief as his mom waved it off with an innocent smile. He hadn't seen Dad since that day, but a formal divorce would've shattered his world—he'd been terrified of that.
But Seo Jeonghui delivered even deeper despair to her son with that same beaming face.
"How could trash like me ever have an equal marriage with Master Hoyoung?"
hereby renounces all rights as a human being and woman, surrendering them entirely to her husband and master, Kim Hoyoung. Furthermore, I offer all real estate and cash owned by me and my family to Kim Hoyoung.
In return, husband Kim Hoyoung need pay no compensation whatsoever, and declares his right to discard Seo Jeonghui at any time should he grow bored.
"W-what the fuck is this...? This is your marriage contract, Mom?!"
"Isn't it ~romantic~? The terms are so generous, it moved me to tears."
"G-generous my ass?! Mom, are you insane? You're giving all our family wealth to that bastard?!"
"I begged and begged him to take it, and he finally did. Aren't you grateful? Now I can be ruled completely by my husband."
"Mom! What if that asshole tells us to get out? Where the hell do we live?!"
"?"
A completely innocent expression, like she'd never even considered it.
"I dunno..."
"'I dunno'...? Fuck, Mom, you've never even earned a dime yourself."
"?"
"Stop with the question marks! How the hell are we supposed to eat after handing all the money to that prick?!"
"Who cares about that? Just offering everything to Master Hoyoung is an honor. But you... why are you being such a brat? It's the day I finally marry my husband properly—don't ruin it... Dear. I'm sorry... I failed to raise my son right..."
Seo Jeonghui prostrated herself on the floor. Byung-sik thumped his chest in frustration like King Kong.
"Jeonghui. Aren't you worried about your son suffering like this?"
"Huh? Hahaha."
She laughed like I'd told the dumbest joke.
"That 'thing' isn't my son anymore~ Right now, I'm just my dear's 'disposable fleshlight.' Use me as you wish and toss me when you're bored~ Dear~"
"Haha! Your son's crying over there?"
"Don't care~ Cry or die♡"
No maternal love left—not even a sparrow's tear. She giggled, joking about her son's death.
Byung-sik pointed at me in rage.
"You evil fuck! How can you call yourself human?!"
"What did you say?!"
Jeonghui reacted first, furrowing her brows.
"How dare you call my dear evil! The evil one's your disgusting micropenis quick-shooter dick! One's enough of a joke with that shrimp dick!"
"Mom... fuck, Mom... I was wrong. Please go back to the old you..."
"Really~"
Jeonghui puffed her cheeks like a child throwing a tantrum.
"You're in the way! I was about to enjoy some lovey-dovey sex with my dear after the contract, but you're making us argue over nothing! Crying and apologizing won't change a damn thing for a quick-shooter shrimp-dick like you! I'm already the slave-wife of my dear's massive cock."
"Hey hey. Is my massive dick the only thing you want?"
"Ang~ Dear, you tease. Of course not. Sure, your cock's the ultimate energy source on Earth—once it pounds you, no woman can ever resist again... But really, I kneel because I love you♡"
"Hoo~ Good girl. I've got tons of other women, though."
"Doesn't matter if I'm the Nth wife~♡ You're a superior male, so it's natural to have countless concubines like me♡ Even if I'm just a disposable wife you can't remember the number of, I'll serve you as my first and only master~♡"
"Haha. Alright then. Reward time: sex to celebrate your rights being stripped."
"Ah! Yes! Please strip me of all human rights and let me live only as your service slave-wife!"
Seo Jeonghui mounted me and shook her hips. Sultry moans filled the mansion as her juices flowed endlessly. Her pussy walls were already drenched, ready for my cock.
"Nngiii! Getting pounded by this cock makes everything else fade away! Your dick, dear—that's all I need now!"
"Oh yeah, Byung-sik. Grab a camera and film your mom."
"Guh... fuck... my body's moving on its own..."
True to a chaebol house, he fetched a pro-grade camera. Byung-sik swallowed his rage and filmed his mother's declaration of inhumanity.
"I... I, Seo Jeonghui, used to live deluded as an upper-class housewife... Kyaa! D-dear, if you shake your hips so suddenly... Kyahng! N-no, I don't hate it... S-sorry for talking back. Kyahng! I'll continue. I've been educated by my dear and realized the truth: I'm not human, just a slave-wife. From now on... I'll renounce all human rights, even begging permission to use the bathroom, and live as an obedient wife for the rest of my life... I swear it here. Oh, this oath only binds me—dear can discard me anytime. I'm an object; it's natural to toss me when I'm useless!"
"Hic... sob... Mom..."
"Hey! Retard Byung-sik! Your dick's a shrimp and you can't even read the room? This is the happiest day of Mom's life—why cry like a bitch! God, I hate it! Master Hoyoung~ Instead of that shrimp-dick son, can't you knock me up with a handsome son who takes after you and has a glorious cock?"
"What, want me to get you pregnant?"
"Jeonghui wants~ your baby so bad~"
"Heh. A chaebol wife's aegyo ain't bad. Fine, I'll creampie you today—but if you get pregnant, don't come crying to me for responsibility."
"Of course! Even if there's a baby, you don't have to raise it. I'll do it all, and pay you child support—it's only right!"
"What a convenient woman."
"Aaah..."
Seo Jeonghui's face melted like cotton candy. Bliss overload.
"T-the ultimate praise...♡ I love you, honey..."
"I don't particularly love you."
"That's fine. Even if it's one-sided love and loyalty from me in this unfair relationship, it's all my fault. I'm the idiot who fell to hypnosis in two seconds...♡ You're blameless, dear♡"
The slave-wife pressed her sweet lips to mine. Her tentacle-like tongue invaded, dancing lewdly inside. Our saliva mixed so thoroughly it was impossible to tell whose was whose—a deep, obsessive kiss.