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  John’s head buzzed, a low hum drowning out the edges of thought. Yeong-suk’s words, calling him soft with women, didn’t sting much for him. He knew it was true, owned it even, saw no shame in treating women like they mattered. What gnawed at him was her warmth these past days, the gentle care she had shown. Was it real, or just a performance? She had said it was part of some “test,” and the thought that her kindness might be an act twisted in his gut. If she was just pying him, it would actually hurt him bad.

  Yep, sometimes I’m just that pussy, he admitted to himself, half-smirking at his own fragility.

  Before he could untangle it, Yeong-suk’s voice cut through, sharp but teasing. “Most of the time, you treat women like they’re treasures. I swear, it’s like you come from a world with no women at all.” She eyed him, rubbing her ass where he had spanked moments ago, her tone light but piercing. John’s spine chilled. Seo-young’s warnings about her mother’s smartness and calcution hit home. She had just blindly guessed his century-long exile from women in the magic world, nailing it without knowing.

  “And with that attitude of yours, tell me straight, John. Are you infertile? How else do you expin that you came inside me anyway even when I said no?” Yeong-suk pressed, brows knitting, her face now that of a stern boss you’d hate to disappoint. Except she was so stunning, even her scolding felt like a guilty pleasure.

  She’d hit two bulls-eyes, exposing truths he couldn’t dodge. John’s mind reeled, fshing to moments ago when Yeong-suk had picked out some of his cum from her pussy, then, unbelievably, tasted it. A curiosity floored him.

  “Uh, Mom,” he stammered, “you… you can tell that from tasting my cum?”

  Of course not. John was just being dumb in front of a woman who was hot as a crime. Worse, this woman was his mother-in-w.

  Yeong-suk’s stern mask cracked, her face flushing again, the earlier heat creeping back. “Taste? I didn’t taste anything. No idea what you’re talking about.” Her voice was too quick, almost defensive.

  John’s brain scrambled. Unless she’d just wanted to taste it and was too shy to admit it, her denial made no sense. The contradiction left him grasping, caught between her sharp wit and the lingering spark of their closeness.

  To stop John from spiraling over her “tasting” slip, Yeong-suk tugged the bnket over her p, covering herself, and pressed on with her lecture. “I knew you long before my daughter did, John,” she said, her tone mock-serious, clearly dodging her earlier fluster. “I led the investigation into that stolen new drug, which is called Vigogen2 now, back then. On paper, it looked like it was Mar from Hensley’s Haul and her lover Vivian, but it was all your scheme, wasn’t it? The clues just add up: Chloe, Vitacore’s former Nexis director, who knew where those drugs were, is your stepsister; BigMart’s Bryce vanished from Nexis City, then you took over his stores, and… his wife, right?”

  John wasn’t shocked she had pieced it together. Anyone who could connect the dots would’ve sniffed out his role. He just didn’t get what it had to do with now. “That’s why I said you’d know a ‘PR disaster’ when you saw one,” Yeong-suk continued, a glint of admiration in her eyes, quickly masked though. “You stole our drug, and we couldn’t say a word about it. Exposing you would’ve revealed we were sitting on Vigogen2 to push Vigorex stock. Brilliant move, really.” Her lips twitched, fighting a smile, but she pivoted sharply back to his “weakness.” “But for our pn next, you need to learn to be rougher with women.”

  John’s head spun, her conversational whipsh leaving him lost. She’d deftly steered him away from the “tasting” question, and he barely noticed. He opened his mouth to ask what “pn” meant, but Yeong-suk cut him off. “Next, I’m teaching you how to dominate, and you need to learn.”

  Wait, what? John’s confusion peaked, but Yeong-suk was already moving. She stood on the bed, towering over him, and delivered a swift kick to his face, sending him sprawling back. From his angle, her tits loomed high, full and commanding, making his mouth water. Her slightly rounded belly radiated a mature, irresistible pull. Below her wide hip, long legs framed the vagina between them, still dripping a mix of his cum and her juice, a sight that hit him like a shockwave.

  Despite his bewilderment, John’s penis snapped to attention. Yeong-suk’s eyes flicked down, and she stepped forward, pnting her foot on it. Her sole ground against his balls and cock, hard and deliberate. “You filthy pig. You raped me earlier, didn’t you?”

  Yeong-suk’s words sparked something new in John, a strange, guilty thrill, sharp and unfamiliar. Since arriving in Reward World, he had been chasing a footjob like this, but no one he met seemed to know how to do it. Now, caught off guard, he’d stumbled into it with his mother-in-w of all people. His mind short-circuited, mouth agape, breaths coming heavy and ragged, words failing him entirely.

  Yeong-suk caught his reaction, her brow furrowing. “Who told you to pant so loud? Quiet down!” she snapped, and before he could process, she pressed her foot to his mouth. John didn’t hesitate, diving in, savoring her every toe, every inch of it with eager, unrestrained pulls.

  What the fuck? Yeong-suk froze, baffled. She’d meant to humiliate him, to make him squirm, but this? He was enjoying it, lost in it. Her own heart stirred, ripples of confusion and heat spreading. These past days, John had thrown her off bance, no question. She’d told herself she was just testing him, probing his limits, but the truth ran deeper. His cunning, those tricks she’d heard about before Seo-young even met him, had piqued her curiosity, a fascination that fred when she first saw him. Men’s hungry looks were nothing new; she’d seen plenty. But John’s gaze was different. He looked at her as if he was looking at someone he admired, respected, like his mother, and yet his eyes couldn't hide his dirty intent that he wanted to fuck this mother of his so bad, a pathological contradiction sparking a twisted thrill in her.

  Still, she needed to show him who was in charge. With a sharp yank, she pulled her foot free and spped his face. “You filthy pig. I didn’t say you could suck my foot.” She moved her foot onto his chin, pulling his mouth wide open. And that made John even more excited. Then she slowly let a string of saliva drip from her lips, the strand glistening as it stretched, until it finally slipped into his open mouth.

  Oh god, feed me more! John thought, cock throbbing.

  She shifted, kneeling above his face, her pussy lips hovering close, a thin, translucent thread of her fresh juice sliding slowly from her pussy, dangling just above his lips.

  “Taste it,” she said, voice low, commanding. John opened his mouth, then froze, realizing his own cum was part of this. He jerked to dodge, but Yeong-suk’s hand cmped his head, pinning him. Her fingers pried his jaw open, and the mix slipped into his mouth.

  John’s head spinning, he didn't know how he should react to this. Yes, he had a taste of his own cum, but the juicy, breathtaking view right in his face made it all feel unimportant. All he could think of was to p that pussy, the pussy of his mother-in-w’s, with his mouth, and stick his tongue all the way in to have a better taste of her, that mature, motherly wetness. He tried to reach for it, but Yeong-suk pinned his head tight, stirring that maddening itch of longing in his chest, making it roar louder, wilder.

  He grabbed her waist, and yanked her down onto his face, her pussy smashing his lips. She was caught off guard, and John was quick, sticking his tongue in already. She slipped out a soft moan, loving the feel, but it was not time for her to indulge herself in this pleasure. The strong core she had built from years of martial arts training let her spring up quickly, then she spped him hard across the face again.

  “Told you. I'm in charge,” she said, as she stepped onto John’s face again. But even the earlier sp couldn't wipe the pleasure off his face. Now with Yeong-suk's foot on his face again, his cock was fully engorged, throbbing, as if the veins on it were ready to pop, forehead glowing purple from all the blood in it. He needed something on his cock, anything. And just as he thought, he felt Yeong-suk's hand gripped it, and started stroking slowly.

  “Oh mom, you are amazing!” Her hand was warm and soft, sending a jolt to his spine with each stroke. Even better, John could feel her heavy breaths on his cock, as if she would swallow it whole soon. He opened his eyes, ready to savor the beautiful sight of his mother-in-w sucking his cock. And only then did him spot something unusual: she was stroking him, yes, rough and wild, and his precum just couldn't stop flooding.

  However, she was also wearing a strap-on, and its tip was already grinding against his asshole.

  “Wait!” John tried to push himself up from his lying position to stop her next move, but the moment he rose, her fist smmed into his throat. He dropped back down instantly, clutching his neck and choking.

  Seo-young didn't tell me her mom could beat the shit out of me for sure... John closed his eyes, as he knew what was coming.

  Yeong-suk didn't wait, and shoved the dildo all the way into him without any lube.

  “Told you I'm in charge, my son-in-w.” Yeong-suk’s voice was as gentle and soothing as ever, dripping with that irresistible maternal warmth that John couldn't resist, but the command behind it, the quiet, confident dominance, was impossible to miss. He tried to speak, but the choking sensation still gripped him tight. Powerless, he could only lie there and let Yeong-suk do whatever she wanted.

  She started thrusting hard, relentless, each hit smming onto his prostate and then going deeper. Her hands, both hands now, stayed on his cock, left hand a hard grip on the base, right hand rubbing the forehead in circur motion, palm pressing hard on his skin. Still half-choked, John barely managed to squeeze out a weak, almost begging “no” from deep in his throat. But Yeong-suk didn’t stop, just kept at it.

  That half-choked feeling, with the stimution from his penis and the relentless pounding against his prostate, John was gasping loudly, moaning "ahhn" over and over literally like the women he always pinned under him. And with shame and thrill, he came, cock twitching crazy, spilling his seeds all over, on Yeong-suk's hands, breasts, and face, his own belly and chest.

  “And that, John, is how you own someone.” Yeong-suk pulled out. She raised her cum-covered hand to her face, tasted the cum on her fingers, slurp, a wet, soft sound echoing as she sucked it clean, one by one, slow and deliberate.

  “My cute son-in-w, you like it, don't you? Coming so much, and panting like a dog.” Still licking her fingers, she tossed out this taunt.

  John sat up slowly, his face a storm of conflict. He didn’t answer. He didn’t even forget to care whether Yeong-suk enjoyed his cum she’d just indulged in so fiercely. His brow furrowed, trapped in a tangle of emotions. He told himself he hated what she’d done, but he couldn’t lie: the feeling, deep down, wasn’t… that bad. Not entirely. The contradiction gnawed at him, sparking an irritable edge. One thing was clear though: Yeong-suk made her point, as her lesson hit hard and loud. She wanted him to turn this domination game on someone else, and it was a safe bet she meant Min-jun’s family, most likely his mother.

  “So, it’s Min-jun’s mom, right?” John said, his first clear-headed words of the night, voice thick with defensiveness. Part of it was Yeong-suk’s stunt earlier, fucking him in the ass; part was his gut telling him Min-jun’s mom had nothing to do with her son’s schemes.

  Yeong-suk caught the reluctance in his tone, and her eyes fshed with irritation. “That Min-jun nearly got my daughter killed, your future wife!” she snapped. Still, she wasn’t heartless. She knew kindness was a strength, but right now, John’s soft streak was a liability they couldn’t afford. “John, sometimes you need to pick the lesser evil. So make the damn choice, and move the fuck on.”

  He got it. She was right, no question. But the moral knot twisted tighter, souring his mood. He sighed, voice heavy with sarcasm. “Fine, Geralt of Rivia, I’ll do it.” The jab, likening her to the Witcher’s grim pragmatism, flew over her head. She certainly didn’t catch the reference, but she ignored his quip, fist clenching, teeth grinding as she hissed, “Remember to fist-fuck that bitch!”

  “Wait, what?” John’s jaw dropped, her sudden, naked aggression catching him off guard, even after her earlier dispy.

  “You got some beef with Min-jun’s mom or what?” And Yeong-suk rolled her eyes, sharp and dismissive. “Nope.”

  “Then why do you want me to fist her?”

  “I didn’t say that. No idea what you’re talking about.”

  And there it was, her cssic move again, denying her own words without blinking, like he’d imagined it all.

  Silence hung between them after that, as John’s head was a mess. Yeong-suk’s presence twisted his emotions into knots. He figured the night was done, so he suggested, voice low. “Mom, it’s te. Maybe you should head to bed.” And he didn’t wait for a reply, lying down, turning his back to her, and pulling the covers up, shutting her out. Yeong-suk watched him, a pang of guilt flickering, but a soft ugh escaped her too. John really looked like a kid to her now, so vulnerable, stirring a strange warmth in her chest, muddling her own heart.

  “You sure you don’t want me to stay for the night?” she asked, her voice gentle, teasing.

  “…I’m good, Mom, but thanks,” John mumbled, hesitant but firm, turning her down.

  She couldn’t help it, as he was adorable like this, silly and fragile, begging for care. Yeong-suk slid onto the bed, lying in front of him, her back to his chest, pressing close. She pulled his hand to rest on her stomach, her touch soft. “Alright, sweetie, don’t be mad at your mother-in-w, okay? Tomorrow, I’ll cook some of your favorite dishes to make it up to you. You name it.”

  John didn’t answer, but her warmth against his chest, the faint floral scent of her hair, and her tender, motherly words made him hard again. Yeong-suk’s butt soon felt his shift. She gnced back, half-disbelieving.

  “Seo-young told me your ‘frequency’ was way higher than other guys, but... already?”

  He stayed silent. His body was reacting, sure, but his mind wasn’t. Repying her earlier ass fuck left him wary, and he definitely didn’t want a round two. Sensing his hesitation, Yeong-suk realized she’d rattled him tonight. She didn’t want to leave things like this, not with John, who was pouting like a kid, her kid. Turning, she slipped her arms around his neck, kissing him softly, slowly on the lips.

  “It’s okay, sweetie. Earlier I was just trying to show you what I mean.” Her fingers brushed his hair, soothing, then she turned away again, back to his chest. She then held his penis, a soft, warm wrap, and slowly, gently guided him into her pussy, as if a mom was teaching her boy how to have sex for the first time.

  “…This time… go slow, okay?” Yeong-suk said, voice low but teasing. “Don’t do it like the first time. Be gentle with your mother-in-w, my boy?”

  The rest of the night, sex finally settled into the rhythm John knew, familiar, warm. They looked at each other like lovers, hugging, kissing. Yeong-suk’s quiet guidance of how John should please her, the angle, the pace, the intensity, punctuated the air, wild and sweet. A deep satisfaction welled in John again, washing away the night’s turmoil. He knew, despite the chaos, his mother-in-w was his, and his alone now.