Chapter 11 First Love: Kang Da-eun
Chapter 11 First Love: Kang Da-eun
Though I'd enjoyed a blissfully chaste week free from my mothers' torment thanks to the funeral, even accounting for that, the quantity was excessive.
Excessively excessive.
Perhaps some of the Holy Medicine splashed from Fourth Mother's gushing fluids had gotten on me during sex, affecting my body.
Losing all self-control—stomping on Fourth Mother's pussy barefoot, pounding her from behind while ruthlessly spanking her ass—my violent actions were likely influenced by it.
Or... was that the only reason?
Maybe I wanted to make Kang Da-eun—my fourth mother, the woman who raised me like an older sister, yet also an unbearably sexy bitch—mine.
Like my father, a cruel desire to conquer had slithered awake inside me.
I pulled Fourth Mother into my arms, her face still pressed against the floor slick with her own juices.
Post-nut clarity hit me like a truck, drowning me in guilt and self-loathing so intense I could barely think straight.
And yet, despite having just emptied an ungodly load onto her face, my dick was already swelling back to life.
I lifted Fourth Mother's limp body, seating her on the toilet before stepping out of the stall, still naked.
At the sink, I cupped my hands under the faucet, filling them with water before returning to her.
Gently, I wiped the cum from her face.
Fourth Mother stared up at me with dazed eyes, still riding the aftershocks of her climax.
But every time my fingers brushed her skin, she flinched.
Unconsciously, she was afraid.
Afraid of the hands that had just mercilessly punished her ass.
Now that the post-nut clarity had settled in, the pity I felt for her—reduced to this pathetic, fucked-out mess—far outweighed the dominance and anger I'd felt while railing her from behind.
I hid my already half-hard cock (not that it made much difference at this size) and spoke.
"Mom, are you okay?"
"Uh... y-yeah... I'm... fine."
She didn't sound fine at all.
"But you're satisfied now, right?"
I knelt before her, taking her limp hand and placing it between her thighs.
Silence.
"How much Holy Medicine did you even take? You're still dripping after all that—"
"No."
Her voice was delayed but clear.
"...You want more?"
"...Yeah."
"Even after what I just did to you? You're not even mad?"
"...Yeah. I... actually liked it. Rough treatment... is my thing."
I sighed and looked up at her.
Even now, her face was still slack. The sharp, intimidating gaze she usually wore was gone, replaced by vacant eyes and parted lips, drool trickling down.
The woman known as one of the most capable figures in the Cult now looked like a brainless, drug-addled slut with an IQ of 50.
Her pussy was still dripping into the toilet water.
After a brief hesitation, I leaned forward—partly out of filial duty—and pressed my tongue against her clit, tasting her arousal.
Sweet.
Not just her juices—it was like drinking an energy drink. The scent was intoxicatingly strong.
I glanced down where I'd taken her from behind.
Unsurprisingly, it was a soaked mess, practically a puddle. All of it from this insatiable, lewd bitch—no, my precious Fourth Mother, Kang Da-eun.
And she still wasn't satisfied?
Having participated in the Holy Medicine's development (as a test subject), I knew its effects and duration inside out.
Unless she'd taken a near-lethal dose, it shouldn't last this long.
Nor should it be this potent.
That was the drug's biggest flaw—one orgasm, and it was over.
A "flaw" only to the Cult and Fourth Mother's faction, who wanted to sell it for profit. For normal people who didn't plan to get addicted, it was a blessing.
But now, that "blessing" was gone.
Regardless, I couldn't leave her like this. If the residual side effects triggered another outburst, I'd be the first one dragged into it.
And even without that risk, there were plenty of reasons to help her ride it out.
Decision made, I knelt before her again, her body still limp.
Even when I'd fucked her for five hours straight in missionary (on her orders), she hadn't been this wrecked. Was rough treatment really her preference?
The same woman who was so violent and arrogant outside the bedroom turned out to be a masochist?
Pathetic.
And unbelievably hot.
"Mom, I'm gonna eat you out now."
I announced it as casually as suggesting a walk, then pushed her knees apart, spreading her thighs wide.
My hands slid under her ass, pulling her toward my face as I stuck out my tongue, stiffening it to avoid going soft mid-lick.
Then, gripping her thighs to keep her from squirming away, I leaned in.
I was good at this.
If someone asked me what I was most confident in, my answer would be:
Eating pussy.
I'd been good at it from the very first time. Maybe it was a natural talent.
Out of all the talents I could've been born with, I got this one.
Depressing? Maybe. But talent was talent.
"Mom, I'm starting. ...Wait, hold on."
I stepped out of the stall and walked back to the sink, glancing at the entrance I'd barricaded with a mop and cleaning supplies.
No signs of anyone.
We were in the farthest corner of the funeral hall, in a dimly lit second-floor bathroom with the lights off.
And yet, I'd still dragged my horny, "fuck-me-now" Fourth Mother here instead of letting her jump me on a hallway couch where anyone could see.
Smart move.
I filled my mouth with water and returned.
"Mom, drink. You'll die of dehydration at this rate."
Not a joke or exaggeration. She'd lost dangerous amounts of fluids through sweat and arousal.
"Nngh... ass... nngh... cock..."
Still out of it.
Despite her pitiful state, my heart—and dick—pounded.
Seeing her like this, babbling instead of her usual sharp-tongued self, was... cute.
If only she acted like this half the time normally.
"Mom, drink."
I repeated, stepping closer.
This wasn't just courtesy.
She needed it.
A few months ago, I'd learned the hard way after eating her out for ten hours straight without letting her hydrate.
We were approaching danger levels.
The amount she'd already lost was insane, and with how much more she'd gush once I started, fluids were non-negotiable.
"Mom, water—"
"Hehe... pussy... cock... hehehe..."
No signs of snapping out of it anytime soon.
No choice, then.
I swished the water in my mouth but didn't swallow.
This wasn't for me.
It was for my Fourth Mother, Kang Da-eun.
Holding her chin with one hand and pinching her nose with the other, I tilted her head back like performing CPR.
Her lips parted, her plump pink tongue lolling out.
The only undeniably cute part of her otherwise fierce face—a face so intimidating most men wouldn't dare approach.
I'd never told her, but her tongue was my favorite part of her.
Yet I couldn't just suck on it.
Because this was my first time.
I'd lost my virginity through incestuous sex—eating pussy, taking anal, spanking her ass while fucking her from behind—long before I'd ever had anything resembling "normal" sex.
But this?
This was different.
"Son."
Fourth Mother called out, her voice still hazy from climax.
"Mmph?"
I looked at her, mouth still full of water.
Her eyes—glistening, tender—weren't looking at her son.
They were looking at a lover.
"My son... why are you so damn handsome? Fuck, it turns me on."
"..."
"Son. You know you're handsome, right? So don't look at other girls. Ever. You're only allowed to love me. Got it?"
"..."
"Son. I'm sorry. Whatever it was... it's all my fault. ...So forgive me? I know it's way too late, but..."
Tears welled in her eyes.
I'd seen Kang Da-eun leak fluids from plenty of holes before, but never from her eyes.
Before I knew it, my lips were on hers.
Our first kiss.
But unlike all the sex we'd had before, this was different.
Completely different.
Not because she'd ordered it.
Not because I was horny.
Just because the woman in front of me—Kang Da-eun—was so unbearably lovable that I couldn't help myself.
The water in my mouth, warmed by my body heat, spilled into hers.
Gulp, gulp.
"Pwah!"
After the long kiss, she gasped for air, shooting me a heated glare.
"Not enough."
"Huh?"
"I said it's not enough! More water! Bring more!"
I obeyed, returning to the sink to refill my mouth.
Compared to the pleasure of fucking her from behind or spanking her ass, kissing was tame.
So why did my heart race like this?
"Okay, give me more."
Fourth Mother stuck out her short, plump pink tongue, urging me on.
