Chapter 9 The Fourth Bitch, Kang Da-eun
Chapter 9 The Fourth Bitch, Kang Da-eun
Her ass—just the right size for a good spanking—was swaying enticingly in front of me, and before I knew it, my hands were already on the fourth mother's body.
But things had already gone this far. There was no way she'd accept an apology now.
So I steeled myself and raised my voice.
"Don't take those pills without my permission from now on. If you can't flush the drug's effects out in time, you'll end up an addict, you know? If it weren't for me today, you'd have been dragged off to a funeral home trying to rape some random guy."
"Ah, fine! I promise! In return, you'll fuck me hard, right?"
I didn't need to say it—that was exactly what I intended.
And I also planned to stop tormenting the fourth mother from now on.
After all, I hadn't started this to train her to my tastes.
It was all to draw the drug's energy out of her body, to protect her from the schemes lurking in the shadows.
......No, was that really my goal?
"You done now? Then hurry up and do it, son♡"
The fourth mother called out to me in an uncharacteristically affectionate voice.
"Fine, so spread your cunt already."
I answered, softening my wounded heart just a little.
"Mhm!"
The fourth mother pressed her head against the bathroom floor, raising only her ass high in the air to show me her pussy and asshole. Then, she spread her thighs wide.
Her pussy, pushed to its limit from prolonged torment, came into view.
"I'm putting it in."
"Mhm! Mhm! Come on!"
Like a puppy wagging its tail, the fourth mother welcomed me eagerly as I thrust my cock straight into her cunt.
Even after plenty of foreplay, her insides were still tight.
I felt like I could cum any second.
But it wasn't just because of the snug, warm grip of Mother's pussy.
Right now, I was trembling with excitement, just like the first time I had sex with the fourth mother—when I first pierced her virgin cunt with my cock.
The fourth mother had always insisted on missionary position, never allowing me to satisfy my own desires during sex.
Though we weren't related by blood, she seemed to feel shame at coupling with a man she called her son, always maintaining a domineering attitude that prioritized her own pleasure above all else.
But now, things were different.
The fourth mother was putting on a show to please me, and I wasn't fucking her for her sake—I was driving my cock into her purely for my own pleasure.
"Ahhhhhnn, y-yes! This is it! F-feeling my son's cock after a week, this f-fullness! S-so fucking big! Son's cock is s-so fucking huge!"
As she showered my cock and technique with praise, shaking her ass, a feeling I'd never experienced before began to rise inside me.
The pleasure of receiving absolute reverence and admiration from the fourth mother.
The pleasure of feeling like a god.
The desire to conquer.
A sense of superiority.
The urge to dominate.
These were the very things my father had pursued—a pseudo-religious cult leader who once commanded tens of thousands of followers but, unable to control his inflated delusions, ended up committing acts of terror and was executed in disgrace.
According to the so-called "advice" my father—who had always been indifferent to me—once gave,
The feeling of being worshipped by others was incomparably better than sex.
Now that I'd experienced it firsthand, I had to admit he wasn't entirely wrong.
'No, it's different! I'm nothing like my father!'
I shook my head, shouting internally,
Then, I began thrusting my sizable length even faster into the pussy of the woman who was both my father's wife and my fourth mother.
I told myself I was working so hard not because the fourth mother was praising my cock, but to draw the drug's energy out of her body.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!"
The fourth mother's plump ass began mercilessly taking the impact of my cock.
Though her body was lean and muscular enough to show her abs, her ass was the only part with any fat, making her the perfect bitch for doggy style.
Since she was naturally sturdy, I didn't have to worry about hurting her, no matter how hard I pounded her against the bathroom stall wall.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ugh... ngh..."
Overwhelmed by my relentless thrusting, the fourth mother soon couldn't even moan properly.
The woman who used to act so high and mighty was now nothing more than a fleshlight for her son, reduced to just taking my cock.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
Without saying a word, without changing positions, without even giving the fourth mother—whose face was now beet red—a chance to breathe, I focused solely on wrecking her pussy.
I forgot about the other mothers outside the bathroom.
I forgot about the detectives stationed outside the funeral home, watching us with bloodshot eyes until dawn.
All I cared about was the obscene cunt twitching before me, sucking on my cock.
All I focused on was making this pussy mine, dominating it completely.
"...S... son!"
The fourth mother gasped, pleading with me.
"What?"
"I-it... it h-hurts... I'm not... feeling good right now. C-could you go a little easier?"
"What kind of nonsense is that when you're pissing yourself?"
"You're being unusually harsh with me today, son."
"Shut up! I'm trying to focus on fucking you, so keep your mouth closed!"
Even as I yelled, I searched for her erogenous zones.
Not for her sake, of course.
It was just because sex was more fun when the bitch moaned.
Without stopping my ruthless thrusting, I carefully examined her entire body.
Unfortunately, I didn't have any special skill for naturally finding a woman's sensitive spots.
But I could tell instinctively—just like I instinctively knew how much pressure to apply when touching them.
"Ah, I said it hurts!"
My unusually large cock.
I pulled back until it was almost out of her pussy, then slammed it back in without mercy.
Even though her pain wasn't an exaggeration, I couldn't control my anger and raised a hand high.
Before I even realized what I was doing, I swung it down, smacking the fourth mother's firm, plump ass.
Whack!
"Eek!"
She gasped.
Whack!
"Ahh!"
Her fair skin showed the marks immediately—red handprints rising on her ass.
The earlier pussy massage had been rough, but it could still be excused as foreplay.
This, though?
This was just violence.
But then why...
Why was her pussy gripping my cock tighter than ever before?
Could it be...?
Testing the waters, I raised my hand again and brought it down hard on her ass.
Whack!
And then—
Twitch, twitch!
Ah, now I get it.
What turned the fourth mother on the most.
I'd had my suspicions before, but her usual demeanor was so different that I'd pretended not to notice. Now, though, I couldn't ignore it.
My fourth mother, Kang Da-eun, was a perverted bitch who got off on being humiliated and hit by men.
A filthy slut.
A vulgar whore.
"You like getting spanked by your son that much?"
I paused briefly, bending down to whisper in her ear.
"W-what are you talking about? Of course not."
I brought my hand to her ass again.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Remembering the spankings she'd given me as a child, I swung harder.
But her reaction was the opposite of mine.
Unlike me, who used to cry from the pain, the fourth mother loved it, her asshole clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
The same woman who used to torment me for no reason—
Was a pervert who got off on being spanked by her son during sex.
Arousal and fury surged through me at the same time.
For a moment, I even entertained the dangerous thought of choking her while I fucked her.
No matter how I tried to justify it, that wasn't something a son should ever think about doing to his mother.
"Get ready to die today, Mom."
I coated my thumb with her juices and prodded at her asshole.
"Not there! No!"
Despite her protests, her asshole greedily sucked my finger in.
Should I break this hole too, just like I did with her virgin pussy?
"I said no!"
But what did it matter?
Right now, she wasn't my mother—just a cocksleeve and footrest for me.
As the dark impulses my father would've been proud of swirled inside me, I dug my finger deeper into her ass.
"Son! Lee Eun-woo! I said no!"