Chapter 16 First Mother Moon Ye-hwa
Chapter 16 First Mother Moon Ye-hwa
Swearing in the name of God was nothing short of madness.
But as I watched First Mother, completely absorbed in prayer without the slightest waver, I was once again reminded of how deeply the members of Father's cult had lost their sanity.
That's why I wanted to run away, to distance myself from these madwomen. But after Father's death, I had nominally become the highest-ranking figure in the cult, and they had no intention of letting me go so easily.
Once the funeral was over and we returned to the cult, they'd likely prop me up as a figurehead and immediately begin rebuilding the cult's power, which had been dismantled by the police.
First Mother finished her prayer and stood up, looking at me.
I shuddered when I realized that the devout faith in her eyes was directed toward the perverse oath she had just sworn to God.
Did this woman truly believe that the "love" Heavenly Light had preached to the followers was actually just about sex?
That was nothing more than a patchwork of religious texts I had pieced together at Father's command.
But perhaps, for First Mother, the truth of her faith didn't matter at all. Maybe all she needed was a convenient narrative to rationalize her perverse desires.
"What's wrong, son? Why aren't you swearing? Are you chickening out now?"
"...Stop saying 'dick' every other word."
How could someone with that face spew such vulgarity? I glared at her, but First Mother just smiled elegantly in return.
"Oh my, what's wrong with calling a dick a dick? That's your name, isn't it, son's dick?"
First Mother continued spouting nonsense.
Enough talking.
I gave up on arguing with her and said what I needed to say.
"I never suggested that if you lost, you'd become my sex slave. All I asked was that after the funeral, you stop sexually harassing me and stop calling me a 'service committee member.'"
"What does it matter? There's no way I'd lose."
First Mother laughed, brimming with unwavering confidence.
Anger flared in me at her arrogance, and I glared at her before swearing in the name of Heavenly Light, just as she had.
Of course, I didn't believe in the cult's so-called god.
When I was very young, I had no choice but to believe, having been born into the cult. But as I grew older, I began noticing the absurdities. After getting my hands on a smartphone from the outside world, I realized the truth.
But after Father's death, I had nominally risen to the position of the "Son of God" within the cult.
Now, standing before First Mother—who held immense power in the cult—and swearing in the name of God, this was far beyond something I could dismiss as a joke.
Which meant I had to win.
Against this woman, Moon Ye-hwa, known within the cult as the "Herald of Love."
A woman who, outside the cult, was nothing more than a whore.
"Son?"
"What?"
"Oh my, you're so rough these days. Is this your rebellious phase? Do you know what new missionary work I've started?"
I knew. How could I not?
Originally, the person in charge of selling the cult's "Holy Medicine" wasn't Fourth Mother—it was the woman in front of me. After handing that duty to Fourth Mother, she had started a new business to keep up with the times.
A business based on an old, sprawling internet community.
That's right.
The woman before me was the operator of Red Pants, the largest perverted fetish site in the country—and, more specifically, the administrator of its most popular incest gallery.
Despite her obsession with such topics, she wasn't skilled with digital devices, so she made me upload her topless selfies to the site as a hobby.
A perverted woman who got off on exposing herself.
And a devil who lured vulnerable women from the gallery into the cult.
"Would it be okay to take a picture with you and post it in the gallery?"
First Mother smiled as if she were talking about posting some wholesome family photo.
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Why not? I won't post your face, anyway. It's a shame, but what can I do? You're just too handsome—you'd stand out anywhere. So, I'll just post a picture of your dick instead."
"......"
"It's fine, right? It's not like you're going to walk around naked."
"Why?"
"Why? Because the people in the gallery won't believe me. Every time I brag about how big and pretty my son's dick is, they say, 'Stop lying, you old hag.'
Even after seeing your mother humiliated like this, you won't help her? Really?"
First Mother clung to me, pleading. If she had acted this way toward some random man, he would've nodded along even if she asked for his organs.
But I knew her true nature and coldly ignored her.
Putting up with her sexual harassment was hard enough—but the thought of her bragging about my dick size to strangers was beyond comprehension.
What kind of twisted mind would do something like that?
Just as I was mentally cursing her, I realized I was already hard because of her breasts and lost my words.
But what could I do?
With those breasts swaying in front of me, no man could stay unresponsive.
"Oh my, now that you've grown up, you're even ignoring your mother."
First Mother clung to me, pretending to wipe away tears with the back of her hand.
Disgusting.
But getting angry at her would only play into her hands.
I pushed her away.
First Mother stumbled back a few steps, spun exaggeratedly, and collapsed onto the bathroom tiles.
I hadn't pushed her that hard—she was just being dramatic.
Sprawled on the floor, she stuck her ass out toward me as if she was waiting to be taken from behind.
100% intentional.
Ignoring her, I spoke.
"Let's go over the rules again. We take turns for three minutes, licking each other's..."
"Why stop talking, son? Say it. Say you'll lick my pussy."
I ignored the thought that this woman might be my biological mother—and that my own mother was slurping the air lewdly, sending me vulgar temptations—and continued.
"We'll lick each other's genitals."
"Right. You'll lick my pussy, and I'll suck your dick."
"The first one to cum loses. That's the only rule."
"And we'll take a commemorative photo of our first incest and post it in the gallery for proof. Whoever gets more upvotes wins. How about it? If we do it this way, you might actually have a chance to beat me."
What kind of nonsense was this, coming from the administrator herself?
Even if I posted a photo, First Mother would quietly delete it and shamelessly claim victory.
"Let's begin."
"Mhm! Let's do it, son! I can't hold back anymore, just playing around with you. It's unfair that Da-eun took your virginity—I can't stand watching her have all the fun while I hold back!"
First Mother immediately started stripping.
She moved as if she was completely used to undressing in front of men—no hesitation, no shame.
A stark contrast to Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun, who would blush and watch my reaction.
Before I knew it, my eyes were already flickering over First Mother's body.
First Mother's obscene slit was, as expected, enormous.
What would it feel like to be squeezed inside that?
A flicker of fear rose in me.
I had confidently challenged her to a blowjob contest, but the only woman I'd ever experienced was Fourth Mother Kang Da-eun.
What if I wasn't actually good at blowjobs—what if Fourth Mother was just naturally sensitive?
No!
I pushed the doubt away, steadied my mind, and took off my pants.
"......"
First Mother Moon Ye-hwa's composed smile vanished the moment she saw my fully erect cock.
"What do you think?"
I confidently thrust my cock toward her pussy and asked again.
Even compared to Black male AV actors, my size didn't fall short—but in terms of hardness, mine was incomparable, looking more like a club.
The veins bulged like a rock climber's forearms, visibly powerful.
But it wasn't just about size and strength.
The color was soft, the skin smooth—despite its size and power, it looked gentle.
Even as a man, I could proudly say my dick was impressive in both size and shape.
What would a woman—especially a pervert like First Mother, obsessed with dicks—think?
"Hmm... Well, not bad."
Her reaction was unexpectedly indifferent.
But—
I laughed inwardly at her response.
My confidence returned.
Her reaction only came because my dick had far exceeded her expectations.
If it had been exactly what she imagined, she would've made a fuss and sexually harassed me about it—that was more her style.
If it had been worse than expected, she would've openly mocked it.
But her nonchalant, almost bluffing reaction was out of character.
I heard First Mother gulp.
"Your breasts aren't bad either."
Now that I had the upper hand, I naturally taunted her.
"Not bad? You're getting too cocky. No man—no, not even a woman—has ever said that about my breasts."
First Mother's composed expression twisted slightly.
She smiled at me as usual, but the corners of her lips were trembling.
"I don't know about others, but to me, they're just decent. Fourth Mother's are better."
A lie.
In any other context, perhaps—but there was no woman in the world with breasts that could surpass First Mother's.
The moment she heard my taunt, her smile vanished completely, replaced by a murderous glare that would've made even the toughest man piss himself.
Few who had seen that expression on First Mother's face had survived.
"...Son. Praising another woman in front of a woman who's stripping to have sex with you is bad manners."
Her icy voice carried the dignity befitting a 'Holy Seat'—one of the highest-ranking officials in the Heavenly Light cult.
A mere believer would've immediately prostrated at that tone.
But I just smiled leisurely.
"It's not my fault you're getting old."
I stabbed at her most sensitive spot.
"Son... You're making me angry. And you're still young—you've only been with Da-eun, so you wouldn't know, but a woman's prime is exactly at my—"
"Chicken coop."
"......"