Chapter 28 A Son Impregnating His Mother's Chicken Coop Womb with His Daughter
Chapter 28 A Son Impregnating His Mother's Chicken Coop Womb with His Daughter
"Breed me! Fill me with your precious seed, Master! Pump it deep into this slutty mother's cunt—this old hag older than you—so I can birth your little sister and daughter, ahhhhhhh!"
Ye-hwa's depraved, immoral moans were enough to make one's head spin.
The mother continued to utter words that would arouse her son's cock as she slammed her hips down with all her might.
All to ensure not a single drop of Eun-woo's—her son's, the proxy of the Heavenly Mandate, her Master's—seed would go to waste inside her womb.
Even after that, their wild and immoral sex continued—until suddenly, her son—no, her Master—received a call, hastily dressed, and abandoned her to rush out of the women's restroom.
Ye-hwa tried to guess whose frantic breathing she had heard through the phone. It had to be Da-eun.
And realizing that... Ye-hwa felt jealousy. Perhaps for the first time in her life.
'Hmm... So this is what jealousy tastes like.'
It felt as if someone had ripped out her heart, roasted it over charcoal, sliced it into tiny pieces, and forced her to eat it.
She had never harbored any personal feelings toward Da-eun—they were just good business partners—but now, she wanted to claw that woman's face off. Even if it ruined their business, she needed to do it.
Of course, Ye-hwa wouldn't.
Even though criminal psychologists had labeled her the most deranged among the fanatics of the Cheonmyeong Cult, she was, at her core, an extremely rational woman.
"Maaaasterrrr... What a cruel man you are... Who stops in the middle and just leaves? Your mother is lying here, drenched in your cum, and you don't even clean her up before running off. Even an onahole gets washed after use, ahhh—Really, you treat me like a total fuckhole. What if this old mother catches a cold?"
Ye-hwa grumbled to herself, as if scolding her son—who had abandoned her to run off to Da-eun.
But it was fine.
It was fine that her son had left her for Da-eun.
It was fine that he had uploaded videos of her face to incest forums without her consent.
It was fine that he harbored such intense love-hate feelings toward her.
Because—
"It's so warm..."
Ye-hwa cupped her soft lower belly with both hands, sticky from dried arousal.
'I'm pregnant.'
She had planned to call a cult-affiliated doctor for a test as soon as she returned, but she didn't even need one.
She just knew.
Just as she had known her son was the true "Heavenly Scion," inheriting the power of the Heavenly Mandate, she now knew his seed had boldly marched into her womb and devoured her egg.
So she let him go to Da-eun.
Though she couldn't understand it herself, her son was a weak man who cherished even the most twisted family bonds.
During the broadcast of the Pseudo-Cult Leader's arrest, a famous criminal psychologist had said:
"The cult leader's first wife, Moon Ye-hwa, has no real faith. She only pretends to believe in the Heavenly Mandate to further her own pursuit of power."
That was only half true.
Ye-hwa indeed had no faith—but she did have rational reason to believe what she had witnessed with her own eyes.
Rational fanaticism.
A possessive desire for her son, now confirmed as the Heavenly Scion.
A craving for recognition from everyone.
These three twisted desires began to intertwine within her.
And so, Ye-hwa made a vow to the Heavenly Mandate:
She would become the sex slave of the son who had just abandoned her for another woman.
But true to her selfish religious views, she would only take what benefited her—discarding anything that didn't suit her tastes.
"Grow strong, little one. Once you're old enough to walk, you'll be able to strangle your own father too. Hehehe."
Ye-hwa laughed joyfully at the thought of having seized the greatest weakness of her son—her Master, the Heavenly Scion.
And standing in the hallway, now completely dark after the lights had gone out, a woman watched her through the restroom door for a long, long time.
Kang Da-eun staggered drunkenly through the night streets.
There was nowhere for her to go. But she didn't want to return to the funeral home.
She couldn't bear to face Eun-woo.
What could she even say to him if she did?
"You hurt me"?
How could a mother say something like that to her son?
Especially after tormenting and using him all this time?
Da-eun was never the type to overthink things. She was the kind to make rash decisions and act impulsively.
But now... now she just... couldn't.
Because she had fallen in love.
Pathetically, at her age, she was experiencing her first love—and with none other than her own son, Eun-woo!
And the worst part? The post-nut clarity from their sex had been the decisive factor in making her fall for him.
"...What kind of pervert does that make me...?"
Blushing furiously, lost in thoughts of Eun-woo, Da-eun snapped out of her daze when someone bumped into her shoulder.
"Ow, fuck. What the hell?"
A deliberately low, gruff voice reached her ears.
Da-eun steadied herself and glared at the man who had cursed at her.
A tight-fitting short-sleeve shirt, despite the chilly weather.
Half-finished irezumi tattoos, as if he couldn't afford to fill them in.
A slouched posture.
A swaggering attitude.
A face trying too hard to look tough.
In short—a thug.
Just as Da-eun had instantly sized him up, the man had also noticed she was an unusually beautiful woman. His voice turned sickly sweet as he spoke again.
"Hey, miss... You're pretty drunk. Drinking alone? Must be lonely."
The mere sight of this lowlife scanning her body with his ugly eyes was enough to make her want to vomit up the alcohol she'd consumed. And now he was talking to her?
Disgusting.
So Da-eun ignored him and turned away.
"Hey, you bumped into me and didn't even apologize. Where you going?"
The thug reached out to grab her.
Da-eun twisted her shoulder to avoid his hand, but the sudden movement made her stumble drunkenly—revealing just how intoxicated she was.
"If you hit someone, you apologize."
Now fully aware of how drunk she was, the thug smirked openly and reached for her again.
For a woman like Da-eun—whose striking looks had drawn attention since childhood—few things were as irritating as an ugly man getting handsy.
So out of habit, she glanced to her side, expecting Eun-woo to chase the thug away.
"...Ah."
And then she remembered.
Eun-woo, who had always been by her side, wasn't here now.
And because of that, she felt unbearably lonely.
Even though she had just been tangled up with him a few hours ago, she missed him as if she hadn't seen him in months. Desperately.
Right now, Eun-woo was probably fast asleep—next to her youngest stepmother, Yun Gaeul, who had somehow become a subtle rival lately.
The moment she imagined Eun-woo and Gaeul lying side by side, tears burst forth uncontrollably.
Da-eun had always been the one envied by ordinary-looking women—never the one doing the envying. Now, drowning in jealousy toward her innocent youngest sister, she had no idea what to do. So she just sniffled and cried.
Anyone who knew the usual Kang Da-eun—before the alcohol, before the love even more intoxicating than liquor—would have rubbed their eyes in disbelief.
"Miss? Why're you crying? Lonely? Or... wait, are you not in your right mind? Did you take the Holy Medicine?"
The thug grinned slyly as he spoke.
Da-eun ignored him, turning away with the intention of wandering the streets until she sobered up—until she could face Eun-woo with her usual confidence.
But before she could take a step, a brilliant idea struck her.
She stopped.
Digging her phone out of her pocket, she turned back to the thug.
Mistaking her gaze for interest, the thug puffed out his chest and flexed his nonexistent muscles, trying to appear taller and stronger.
Da-eun stifled a laugh.
Of course, her smile wasn't for him—it was for Eun-woo. But since any man would be flattered, the thug instinctively tried to look cooler.
That was when Da-eun called Eun-woo.
Luckily, this time, instead of hanging up or acting busy, he answered right away.
Da-eun almost blurted out her true feelings—"I miss you, come to me right now"—but she barely managed to hold back.
In this relationship, I'm the one in control!
If anyone's going to show their feelings more, it's my son, Eun-woo!
"Yes, Mom."
The moment Eun-woo's voice reached her, a tingling warmth spread through her lower belly—but at the same time, for the first time, she didn't want to be called "Mom."
Mom? What kind of title is that?
"Big sis" sounds weird too because of the age gap.
Then... Da-eun? No, that's too cheeky.
How about... "babe"? Too plain.
Then... cutie? ...Cu-cutie? Me? My son's cutie?
"Where are you, Mom?"
Eun-woo's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
Lost in sweet fantasies, Da-eun had been grinning like an idiot. She quickly schooled her expression and glanced around.
A convenience store caught her eye.
She swiftly explained the store's name, location, and her current "dangerous situation" to her son before ending the call with a firm, "Hurry up."
Her desperate longing to see his handsome face and the fluttering in her chest made her voice sound urgent even to her own ears.
It was an award-worthy performance.
The act of a drunk girl walking the streets, harassed by a shady thug, calling her "boyfriend" for help.
'Shut it, all of you!'
Da-eun inwardly screamed, recalling the dating advice her senior volleyball players—who had no interest in romance—had once given her.
'Push and pull? I don't do that! I'll only pull! Then my son will come running to me. He HAS to!'
"Ahahahaha!"
Finally freed from the torment that had plagued her all night, Da-eun laughed cheerfully.
"Crying, laughing, scowling, laughing again... She's definitely on the Holy Medicine."
The thug muttered, oblivious to her inner monologue.
"Hm? Oh, you're still here? Well, I don't need you anymore, so scram. But since you helped, I'll let you live."
Uncharacteristically merciful, Da-eun spared the man who had picked a fight with her. But anyone would get angry when blatantly dismissed like that.
Especially a thug whose only skill was acting tough.
"Hey, miss. Don't be like that. Check this out—I've got some too. Not fake Holy Medicine mixed with powdered crap, but the real deal. Wanna share?"
Clueless that the woman before him was the very person distributing the drug nationwide, the thug grabbed her shoulder.
The moment another man touched her, Da-eun felt a surge of disgust.
The alcohol in her system evaporated instantly.
But while she was sober, she wasn't sane. The excitement of Eun-woo rushing to her, the thrill of what they'd do when he arrived—it all left her giddier than ever.
So she roughly slapped his hand away and grabbed a liquor bottle from the convenience store display.
'He started it. And the cult's lawyers are excellent—as long as I don't go too far, it'll be fine.'
Her rationality was hazy, but she knew there were plenty of ways to clean up any mess.
"Huh? Wanna drink together?"
Misreading her cheerful smile, the thug asked.
"No. Drink it yourself. With glass powder mixed in."
Da-eun, the young executive of the nation's largest and most sinister pseudo-religion, replied brightly.
"Team Leader... Shouldn't we step in? That thug's gonna get wrecked."
Han Ji-su, who normally despised thugs and often got reprimanded for violently subduing them, watched the convenience store and asked Ryu Ga-hyeon.
"Let's wait. She doesn't seem like she'll kill him. We'll step in once he's had enough to justify a few days in jail."
Ga-hyeon lit a cigarette she'd bought from the store and leisurely puffed on it, answering her elite junior's question.
The line sounded more fitting for a corrupt cop than the national hero who had arrested the Cheonmyeong Cult's leader, but neither of the two others in the car objected.
Only Park Cheol-woo—a non-smoker despite his rough appearance—complained that they couldn't roll down the windows during surveillance, so she shouldn't smoke.
"...Huh. She doesn't look like a trained fighter, but she's handling herself well."
Ji-su rested her chin on the steering wheel, muttering.
"Maybe hunting thugs was her hobby in school?"
Ignoring her subordinate's pleas, Ga-hyeon lit another cigarette and replied.
"Who the hell has a hobby like that?"
Cheol-woo asked incredulously, but Ga-hyeon just stared at him as if he were the weird one, leaving him speechless.
"What's wrong with that? I did it too before becoming a detective."
"Ah, actually, me too. Shaking down thugs is legal, after all."
"......."