Chapter 10 First Love: Kang Da-eun
Chapter 10 First Love: Kang Da-eun
Da-eun turned her head to look up at her son.
"What are you staring at? Bow your head. It's making it uncomfortable to thrust."
Smack!
The scolding was immediately followed by the sharp impact of a palm against her buttocks.
It was humiliating.
The way her son—her own son—spoke to her as if she were nothing more than a footstool, his tone and actions drove Da-eun to the brink of fury.
But more than her son's behavior, she was furious at herself.
She should have been enraged by this degrading situation, yet instead, she was soaking wet between her legs, obeying his command.
The humiliation excited her.
The excitement deepened the humiliation.
A vicious cycle spun endlessly, only making her grow hotter.
Desperate to break free, Da-eun steeled herself and turned her head again.
Smack!
Yet somehow, her son anticipated it, swinging his hand down to strike her rear once more.
A shiver ran through her.
She had never known that being ordered around by her son could feel so... pleasurable.
Nor had she realized that she—someone who had always been the one tormenting others—was the kind of pervert who got off on having her ass spanked.
"Ngghh?!"
"You like this, Mom? Getting your ass smacked by your son?"
"Sh-shut up and just fuck me already. I'm giving you this to draw out the drug's effects, uuughh♡"
"Pissing yourself while trying to act tough. You love this, don't you?"
Da-eun tried to deny it, but she couldn't ignore the flood of slick warmth gushing from between her legs.
'T-this can't possibly feel good...♡'
Without realizing it, she bowed her head deeper and arched her rear higher.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Yeah, just like that. Keep your head down and your ass up."
Da-eun panted as her son took her from behind, spanking her all the while.
The sheer degradation of being used like a bitch—nothing more than a hole for his pleasure—should have driven her mad.
Compared to the gentle, controlled lovemaking she usually forced on him—dictating the pace, depth, even when he was allowed to finish—this rough, one-sided pounding was painful and exhausting, with little pleasure to be found.
So why was she more turned on now than she'd ever been before?
It was all that little bastard's fault.
Da-eun turned her head again to glare at him.
She called him her son, but in truth, she had never truly thought of him as such.
The only family she had left was her younger sister, Ha-rin—the sole legacy of her parents.
To her, he was just a younger brother she'd known for a long time.
Sure, she'd grown fond of him over the years, but deep down, she'd always looked down on him.
Starved for affection, he obeyed her every whim—whether it was running errands or basking in the occasional pat on the head and empty praise.
So why did the same boy she'd treated like a glorified errand boy suddenly seem so... manly?
'When did he get so big? The little brat who used to trail after me, calling me "big sis," then "Mom" when I told him I was too young for that... When did he... Nngh?! ...grow up like this?♡'
It had to be the Holy Medicine.
Nothing else made sense.
Because if it wasn't the drug, then that would mean...
She had fallen for him.
And that she was a pervert who got off on being ordered around and taken from behind by the man she loved.
"Son, this is going too far."
Even as his cock stretched her ass to its limits, Da-eun mustered the strength to speak.
Her son was a valuable asset—someone who would handle troublesome matters for her in the future. She couldn't afford to let him dominate her like this.
She needed to regain control.
Smack!
"Quiet. Focus on getting fucked."
But her resolve shattered under the force of his slap. And at those violent words, Da-eun came undone.
"Aaahhhggghh!"
'T-this is just... just part of the act. Just something to spice things up.'
She made excuses to herself—to the part of her that felt humiliated, and to the part that only grew more aroused because of it—before hardening her resolve.
If she couldn't fight it, she might as well enjoy it.
"You like this, Mom?"
"Ehehehe... Y-yesss... Ehehehe..."
Even as she was being fucked like a dog from behind, she turned her head to gaze up at her son, her voice dripping with sycophantic sweetness.
How stupid, how vulgar, how lewd must she look right now?
Just imagining her own expression made her clench around his cock, juices gushing anew.
The only disappointment was that it didn't feel as degrading as when she used to fantasize about being bullied by some loser girl at school—forced to become her sex slave—back before she'd been expelled for bullying.
Being reduced to nothing but her son's personal fleshlight? Humiliating?
No. That feeling was fading fast.
If anything, she was starting to feel... superior.
His handsome face and thick cock were easily top-tier, even among the elite.
And this was him without even trying. What if he put on more muscle, dressed sharper?
If he carried himself with confidence instead of constantly worrying about others' opinions...?
"Nnghhh?!"
Da-eun came hard at the thought.
She lost count of how many times she'd climaxed already.
As pleasure dulled her mind, she let her imagination run wild.
She pictured him dressed like a delinquent, just the way she liked, arm-in-arm with her as they strolled through the red-light district.
Even though she called him her son, she'd always seen him as nothing more than her personal errand boy—yet now, she imagined clinging to him, gripping his arm.
And the looks they'd get.
A boy more handsome than any actor, with a face full of youthful charm but a monstrous cock between his legs.
And her—the woman who had him wrapped around her finger.
The envious, lustful stares of onlookers, unable to look away from such an overwhelmingly attractive couple...
"Nnghh! Uuugh... Nnngghhh!"
Da-eun came again.
Unlike the exaggerated moans from earlier—half-genuine, half-taunting—this was the real deal.
Her face slackened completely, her voice breaking into helpless sobs.
Her entire body trembled, her pussy clenching uncontrollably—no longer able to squeeze his cock even when he spanked her.
Once, Da-eun had aimed for the pinnacle as a volleyball player, only to have her dreams crushed by some nobody. After her life fell apart, she'd joined the Cult, chasing a different kind of dream.
A dream where everyone would look up to her, worship her, envy her wealth.
That was why she'd volunteered for dangerous missions like selling the Holy Medicine.
But... was there an easier path?
If she'd just become his lover, walking down the street with him would have been enough to make everyone stare in awe and jealousy. Why had she taken such a roundabout way?
"What are you doing, Kang Da-eun? How long are you going to keep cumming by yourself? Tighten that pussy back up!"
Her son's voice—so insolent for someone who should be beneath her—cut through her thoughts.
Rage surged, but it quickly twisted into humiliation, and humiliation into arousal.
So Da-eun pressed her forehead to the bathroom floor like a groveling servant and whimpered like the stupid, pathetic bitch she was.
"Y-yes, yes! This useless bitch only good for getting fucked will squeeze tight!"
No one had ordered her to speak formally. No one had told her to debase herself.
Yet she had surrendered completely, screaming her submission.
'...N-no. This is just... just part of the act. That's all it is...'
"Ngh! I'm gonna cum, Mom!"
I pulled my cock out of my fourth mother's pussy as I spoke.
Her folds clung to me, reluctant to let go, stretching obscenely before finally releasing with a wet pop as I shook myself free.
Gripping my shaft, I stepped closer to where she lay sprawled on the floor, her face a mess.
I gave myself a few strokes.
Her pupils were blown, her tongue lolling against the tiles, her nostrils flaring as she sniffed the air for my scent even in her dazed state.
But even without all that, her face was insanely pretty—the kind that made you hard just looking at it.
I didn't last long.
With a grunt, I unleashed my load across Fourth Mother—no, Jeong Da-eun's face.
Splat! Ropes of white streaked across her features, painting her in my seed.
