Became a Rapist 26

## Chapter 26 – A Daughter’s Sin Is a Mother’s Sin (9)

The soap suds had long been washed from Yoo-jung’s hair. Yet, she kept her eyes tightly shut as if still bothered by them, and I continued to gently massage her scalp and neck as if there were still plenty of soap.

The pleasant massage slowly eased the expression of Yoo-jung, which had been frozen with anger and fear towards me. Before long, she even wore a languid expression, as if she might fall asleep if left alone.

Does she think she came here to get a massage with my money?
Tonight is going to be long; I can’t let her be like this.

I carefully, yet quickly, moved my hand, which had been caressing Yoo-jung’s neck, forward and firmly grasped her large breasts, as big as her head.

“Ack! Wh-where are you touching-”
“-Don’t say that. They’re so beautiful.”

I began to flatter Yoo-jung again to prevent her from resisting.

You are the best.
I’ve been with many women, but you are the first of your kind for me.
I love these big breasts and ass so much.
From the moment I first saw you giving the school address on the entrance ceremony day, I got hard.
I wanted to bury my head inside your thick thighs wearing black stockings under your suit skirt, and I wanted to bury my face in the armpits of your blouse under the layers of your suit and smell you.
Not a single day has passed since then that I haven’t thought of you.

My hands began to fondle Yoo-jung’s breasts with a seductive voice.

Indeed, they are big.
I had already seen Yoo-jung’s naked body with my own eyes, so I knew her breasts were unrealistically large, but feeling them directly made me realize they were even more so than I had seen.
Moreover, it wasn’t just the size.
The shape was beautiful too. Like water droplets.
And despite their size, they weren’t without elasticity; Yoo-jung’s breasts kept trying to escape from my grasping hands.

But at the same time, I understood why Yoo-jung’s self-esteem was so low, despite having such a body.

It was too much. These breasts were too much.
So, who would praise these breasts?
They were such lewd, devilish breasts that even well-intentioned compliments would be turned into sexual harassment.

If they were just a bit smaller (about the size of Yoo-jin’s), everyone would praise her for having a nice body, and Yoo-jung herself would have gained confidence. But it seemed like they were too big, and it backfired.

If Yoo-jung had Yoo-jin’s attention-seeking tendencies, such misunderstandings wouldn’t have occurred. But Yoo-jung was the opposite of her daughter, a rigid woman who hated being the center of attention, so she hadn’t realized her true worth until now.

But that didn’t matter to me. No, it was great for me.
Because there’s an old saying that too much is as bad as too little, but there’s no saying that too much breast is as bad as too little.
Historically, the more breasts, the better.
The ancient sages knew this, which is why they didn’t use the breast character in the saying “too much is as bad as too little”!
…Or maybe not.

Anyway, I decided to let her know the true value of these breasts, in place of Yoo-jung’s deceased husband. I kneaded Yoo-jung’s breasts like dough and flicked her pink nipples, which were small like cherries in comparison to her breast size, with my fingers.

“How long… are you going to keep… touching them? Let go.”

Yoo-jung was sitting naked in the bathtub while I was fondling her breasts, yet she spoke in a strict voice as if she were still the director sitting in her office chair.

But she could only say that; she didn’t try to stop me. However, perhaps because she didn’t like my touch, she didn’t lie back in the tub but kept her back straight like my dick.

I increased the force of my fingers flicking Yoo-jung’s nipples and quickened the pace. The nipples, which had been smaller than cherries, soon grew to the size of cherries, and their pink color deepened to a reddish hue.

“Haa, ha… uh….”

Yoo-jung’s firm and strict voice began to melt.

The hot water from the showerhead had filled half the tub. The water level was high enough for a half bath, so it was time to turn off the water.

If the water got too high, her body would get too hot, and she would have trouble breathing, which would interfere with fondling Yoo-jung’s breasts. I couldn’t allow the sensitivity of Yoo-jung’s nipples to decrease because of the water.

So, I lifted the foot that I had placed under Yoo-jung’s butt. Originally, I had planned to use the toes of this foot to caress Yoo-jung’s pussy like her breasts, but she was more guarded than I thought, considering she was an Ajumma with a daughter like Yoo-jin, so I couldn’t use it.

I could have forced myself to caress Yoo-jung’s pussy with my hand, but if I acted that way now, it would negate the effort I had put into flattering Yoo-jung, no, this lewd bitch, while suppressing my anger.

I stretched my leg forward. The space inside the tub was quite ample, but I deliberately pressed my thigh close to Yoo-jung’s waist so that my thigh almost enveloped Yoo-jung’s lower abdomen.

As if she thought I would wrap my leg around her waist and hold her tightly, Yoo-jung tried to stand up from the tub.

“Ah, uh. Wa-wait!”

How many times has this bitch said “wait” since earlier? Does she think I’ll stop if she says “wait”? I’ve never listened when she said “wait” before…

The anger that had subsided while I was thinking about Yoo-jung’s breasts flared up again. I put more force into my index finger flicking Yoo-jung’s nipples and my right palm grabbing and squeezing Yoo-jung’s breasts.

“Hnghhh!… Um. Kh, hmm.”

The bitch, who had clearly felt something and let out a sobbing voice, acted prim again as if she hadn’t been aroused, but I had no intention of being fooled.

My hands, which had been caressing Yoo-jung’s breasts, reached up and pinched Yoo-jung’s nipples with my index finger and thumb!

As intensely as an alligator’s teeth biting its prey, as a press machine pressing silicone.

Yoo-jung, who had lifted her butt halfway out of the tub, froze in pain as her breasts connected to her nipples were pulled down. She seemed to think that if she tried to stand up now, I would tear off her breasts.

I carefully observed the space between Yoo-jung’s butt cheeks, which were slightly lifted. It was natural for it to be wet since it had been submerged in water until just now.

But even though they were both liquids containing moisture, the tap water flowing from the faucet and the pussy juice flowing from the pussy were entirely different.
Even if the colors were the same, they could be distinguished by subtle differences in texture. No, you don’t even need to know the difference in texture. You can just tell.
Even if I don’t know, my dick knows.

“Hoo-”

I blew air between Yoo-jung’s butt cheeks as if checking the poker cards turned face up on the table.

“Wh-what-? Hah- Heehee?!”

Yoo-jung’s butt, which had been making cute noises, trembled. A stream of water flowed down the inside of her thigh. It was the same color and texture as the water filling the tub.
But I was sure. My dick was throbbing and screaming at me to shove itself inside Yoo-jung’s pussy right now and make this bitch, whose expiration date was approaching, fulfill her role as a female when she was at her most delicious.

Judging from Yoo-jung’s wetness, the foreplay I had been doing so far was clearly working.
But I still persevered.

I lifted my leg and pressed the faucet with my foot. The hot water flowing from the showerhead stopped. Only then did Yoo-jung seem relieved, and she let out a breathless, hot sigh and sat back down in the tub.

I had pressed the faucet, but I kept my leg extended without lowering it. I deliberately tensed my thigh muscles to make them appear more defined.

I did it on purpose for Yoo-jung to see, and as expected, Yoo-jung, while pretending not to look, couldn’t take her eyes off my thigh muscles as she moved her pussy.

In the school before I transferred, I wore shorts every gym class and played soccer instead of studying, so my legs were nicely tanned, and the muscles in my thighs were firm and solid, unlike those of pot-bellied men of Yoo-jung’s age.

‘As expected, is she an Ajumma…?’ I thought to myself.

If they were young girls, if it were Yoo-jin, they wouldn’t have been captivated by my thighs. They would have looked at my face or shoulders.
But as an Ajumma who was getting older, as an Ajumma whose egg production at the uterus factory was nearing its end, as an Ajumma who craved a male’s semen more than women of any other age, Yoo-jung couldn’t help but prefer my thighs, which produced plenty of male hormones.

Poor animals, these Ajumma beings….
So, I have no choice but to fuck them.

I was about to ridicule Yoo-jung, who was stealing glances at my thighs and even reached out her hand towards me before stopping herself, by saying, “Ajumma, do you want to touch it that badly?” but I barely managed to hold back.

If I had said it, I would have been able to see Yoo-jung’s ridiculous state as she turned red with shame and tried to commit suicide by burying her head in the water-filled tub. And I would have wanted to slap her butt with my palm while watching her like that, but the extent to which an Ajumma gets upset when you call her an Ajumma is hundreds of times greater than that of young girls.

A person who is not an Ajumma, a young person, for example, even if I called Yoo-jin an Ajumma, she would laugh it off by saying, “I’m not an Ajumma?”

But Ajummas, even extreme females like Yoo-jung, who overwhelm ordinary young girls in terms of beauty and body, want and resent ‘youth’ to the extreme as the time when their function as a female is coming to an end…….

Of course, most males had no interest in such self-consciousness of females.

The male only chooses the female with the more delicious, more arousing, more fuckable pussy.

Therefore, tonight I was going to turn this Ajumma, who didn’t know her true worth, back into a female.

My goal is to turn Ajumma Yoo-jung back into female Yoo-jung with a reward sex that is so sweet, so intense, and so sticky like syrup.

So, tonight I must never call Yoo-jung an Ajumma.
All the titles calling Yoo-jung tonight are unified as Noona.

To make that Noona become [Girlfriend], the Girlfriend become [Hey, Yoo-jung Lee], Yoo-jung become [Cutie Pie], a couple nickname that only Ajummas like, and the Cutie Pie eventually become [Female Slave] and turn into my own breast-pillow, pussy-onahole, piss-mouth-toilet, etc., this much patience was essential.

It seemed like I had given Yoo-jung enough time to admire. Yoo-jung reluctantly couldn’t take her eyes off my legs submerged in the water.
Then, as if belatedly realizing her actions, she blushed even more than before and lowered her head forward.

She seemed to be feeling extreme shame after realizing her appearance as a female Ajumma who felt sexual desire after seeing a man’s thighs.

Good, let’s deliver the finishing blow here.

I, who had been pouring embarrassing words like I love you, you’re pretty, I like you into Yoo-jung’s ear, suddenly changed the subject.

“Actually, I wasn’t very interested in Yoo-jin.”
“What?”
“I’m saying Yoo-jin wasn’t my ideal type. Well… of course, I’m not saying Yoo-jin isn’t pretty.”

Yoo-jung, who had been silent for a moment, turned to face me. Until now, Yoo-jung had been sitting with her back to me, lowering her head and surrendering her body without the courage to look straight at my face or even my dick, but now her aura was different.

Is it, as expected, because of motherhood?

“You… were playing with our daughter?”

Yoo-jung glared at me as if she would kill me depending on my answer. Her tightly clenched fist looked quite fierce.

“Yes.”
“You bastard─”

I brought my face close to Yoo-jung, almost kissing her, to shut her mouth and blurted out the words I had prepared as if I couldn’t contain my emotions.

“Do you know why? It’s because I was interested in you. I did it all to get closer to you.”
“…What?”
“Even your daughter looks weak compared to you.”

Will it work?
The reason Yoo-jung is here is all because of her daughter Yoo-jin, so will my lie, which shatters the very reason Yoo-jung is enduring humiliation, work?

Will my scheme to eliminate Yoo-jung as a mother and revive Yoo-jung as a female work?

Yoo-jung was shocked and turned her head away.

I couldn’t know her true intentions yet.

If it doesn’t work, I’ll change my attitude here and go for cruel, brutal rape sex.

If it works, I’ll push forward with my original attitude here and go for sweet, sugary, intense reward sex.

Which of the two will Yoo-jung choose?

Either path was the same road to hell for Yoo-jung, but of those two hells, the more terrible hell at the end of the road would probably be the road to sweet, sugary, intense sex.