## Chapter 33 – A Face That Isn’t Mom’s (1)
In the middle of her vehement screaming, Yoo-jung’s head dropped.
The motel, which had been filled with the moans of the couple next door, seemed to suddenly quiet down, as if intimidated by Yoo-jung’s shriek.
“Mm, good job.”
I stroked Yoo-jung’s hair as I said that.
Yoo-jung was more frightened by my suddenly gentle attitude. She must have suspected that I was plotting something again.
That was an accurate assessment.
I carefully picked up Yoo-jung, who was a mess of tears both above and below, and laid her down on the bed. And I covered her with a blanket, though she seemed to be shivering more from the afterglow of the climax than from the air conditioning.
It was as if what had just happened—the way I had hammered her pussy like I was trying to smash a car with a sledgehammer, the way I had slapped her ass so hard that several imprints of my palm must have been overlapping—had never occurred.
I lay down on my side next to Yoo-jung, slipped my hand under the blanket, and stroked Yoo-jung’s belly, which flinched at my touch, like I was soothing a baby’s indigestion.
“You were beautiful, Noona.”
“B-beautiful? M-me? That face is beautiful?”
Sadistic sex. A barrage of harsh words and violence. Then a sudden shift to gentle caresses and compliments about her appearance.
It was all to confuse Yoo-jung.
Compliments and threats.
Sex and rape.
Pure love and exploitation.
So that in the end, she would mistakenly believe that the reason I was doing this to her was because I ‘loved’ her.
Like a woman who is beaten and lives with abuse and exploitation from her husband, yet finds meaning in his trivial actions and thinks that he actually loves her.
I brought my lips to Yoo-jung’s, murmuring, “You taste better than Yoo-jin…”
Yoo-jung initially pretended to dislike it, spouting meaningless words like, “My daughter is not food!” But when I kissed Yoo-jung, rubbed her nipples and clit, and made her come again, she couldn’t hide her delight at the praise from a rapist like me and desperately tried not to smile.
As I fondled Yoo-jung’s breasts, the strength in my hand suddenly increased.
“Ouch!”
“Hey, Auntie! What’s with the whining! Spread your legs!”
The younger man, who had been so gentle just moments ago, had turned back into a wild beast.
Yoo-jung had been beaten enough tonight to learn her lesson, so instead of hitting me, she simply spread her pussy open with her index and middle fingers, unable to completely hide a subtle expectation.
But that wasn’t what I wanted. I wasn’t having rough sex with Yoo-jung by mutual agreement.
I wrapped my arms around Yoo-jung’s slender waist and lifted her up.
Yoo-jung even gave a faint smile, perhaps excited by my rough behavior, but her smile soon crumbled.
Because I lifted her higher than she had expected.
I stood up on the bed while holding Yoo-jung. And I lifted the Yoo-jung I was holding higher than my pelvis, higher than my chest, higher than my head. As if it were a dangerous professional wrestling move that came with a warning beforehand: ‘Do not try this at home.’
Feeling the strength of my hands gripping her thighs tightly, Yoo-jung seemed to guess what I was about to do and screamed.
“N-no! Wait, wait a─ Ouch!”
Powerbomb!!!
Bang!
I slammed her down onto the soft mattress, so nothing tore or broke, but there was no way Yoo-jung could be unharmed, as the bed shook violently.
I grabbed Yoo-jung’s ass, who had passed out, unable to come to her senses. I lifted her up lightly. I flipped her over. I put Yoo-jung in a doggy style position and immediately shoved my dick into Yoo-jung’s pussy.
“Ugh!”
Thanks to the position, my dick could go in deeper, so Yoo-jung let out a groan that seemed to be vomited out from deep inside her stomach. But Yoo-jung was still half-fainted, so I thrust harder several more times.
Then, at some point, Yoo-jung finally seemed to wake up and shouted.
“Stop, stop! I don’t like this, I don’t like it! Be gentle…”
“Auntie, don’t expect that from your loose pussy. Shut up and tighten your hole!”
It was a cruel voice completely different from the one that had been talking about love just a moment ago, and the actions matched it.
As if I had multiple personalities, Yoo-jung couldn’t even lift her ass and was stuck on the bed, turning her head to look at my face, as if trying to figure out which of the two was my true self.
But with her ass popping every second and water gushing out of her pussy every second, there was no way she could properly use her rational thinking ability.
And even if she had been in a state of mind to judge properly, the result would have been the same. Because neither the younger man who loved Yoo-jung nor the rapist who just wanted to fuck Yoo-jung was my true self. The target of my true feelings was not Yoo-jung, but Yoo-jung’s daughter. I was only doing this for Yoo-jin, not Yoo-jung.
Before long, Yoo-jung once again let out a moan and raised her head. I made Yoo-jung come one more time, and I also came one more time.
I carefully removed the condom so that the semen wouldn’t leak out and placed it on the dresser. And I drank another can of energy drink to replenish my fluids and energy.
But perhaps it was because I had consumed too much caffeine, or perhaps it was because of Yoo-jung, whose head was gradually sinking into the bed floor every time I thrust, but whose knees and ass were raised high to match my rhythm, my heart was pounding.
I stared for a moment at the vaginal fluid flowing out of Yoo-jung’s pink pussy, which was still pretty even after I had thrust so hard, and then I put my finger inside.
But I didn’t poke around roughly like before. This time it was sweet, pure love sex again.
I gently stroked Yoo-jung’s ass and rescued Yoo-jung, who was suffocating because she couldn’t lift her head off the bed floor on her own.
After that, I laid Yoo-jung’s face on my thigh so she could breathe, and her face, smeared with pleasure and pain, didn’t even resemble her original intellectual impression. But it was several times more alluring than her original face, so I kissed Yoo-jung’s lips.
And I poured the energy drink that I had been holding in my mouth down Yoo-jung’s throat. The light returned to Yoo-jung’s unfocused eyes.
“Noona, are you awake? How could you leave me alone and fall asleep?”
I spoke to Yoo-jung, mixing honorifics, semi-formal language, and informal language.
It was a gentle word that was hard to believe could be said by someone who had just inflicted cruel violence on Yoo-jung’s ass and pussy, more than just punching her with his fists.
I became a demon and then turned back into an angel after a short interval.
Unable to understand my actions, Yoo-jung made a face like a student facing a difficult math problem.
Of course, Yoo-jung was not a student but the director of the school, so she would normally have been able to easily see through this level of problem = acting.
But she had drunk alcohol with drugs in it, found out that her daughter was deceiving her and was in a relationship, experienced the best climax of her life while being caressed by me, and had been fucked and come like crazy.
Her brain must have been overloaded.
While Director Yoo-jung was making a face like a stupid student standing in front of the blackboard, unable to solve the problem, I politely picked her up like a princess and went into the bathroom.
In the bathroom, I turned on the water and washed away the vaginal fluid, semen, and sweat from Yoo-jung’s body, repeating a process similar to what I had done on the bed.
I praised Yoo-jung’s big breasts and begged her to give me a blowjob, and when Yoo-jung, who didn’t even know what a blowjob was, reluctantly gave me a blowjob because she couldn’t refuse my request, I suddenly changed and started hitting her breasts like a punching bag.
I followed Yoo-jung, who was crying like a wife being beaten by her husband, as she ran out of the bathroom. And I pinned Yoo-jung down on the floor, not the bed, and shoved my dick into Yoo-jung’s pussy again.
As I repeated this process for more than an hour, two hours, or even three hours, Yoo-jung’s mind and defense mechanisms quickly became tattered, and about an hour before the end, Yoo-jung, without even being ordered by me, put my dick in her mouth of her own volition to clean it.
And even,
“Fuck me.”
“What?”
“Please fuck Yoo-jung’s loose pussy hard, Oppa.”
“Auntie… aren’t you ashamed? Calling a guy who’s the same age as your daughter ‘Oppa’.”
“Eeeheeing.”
Yoo-jung made a cute face as if she was going to sulk and shook her head wildly. A completely crazy look.
I looked down at Yoo-jung, or rather, the creature that could no longer be called Yoo-jung, but was merely a female.
Her legs were wide open, and she was sitting so deep that her ass was touching the floor, with her hands outstretched in front of her like the front paws of a non-human animal. And she was even making a peace sign, as if being fucked by my dick was the best thing ever.
Crazy bitch.
Now she’s gone beyond regression to infancy and is disqualified as a human, no, qualified as an animal.
But Yoo-jung’s eyes were shining brighter than ever.
So, is this the completion of her training, the success of her female corruption?
No, it couldn’t be that easy. It was only a change limited to the four hours of tonight.
When the sun rises today, Bitch Yoo-jung will become Director Yoo-jung, Socialite Yoo-jung, Mom Yoo-jung again, completely forgetting this current appearance, and will walk around the school in a suit and black stockings with a stubborn and fastidious expression.
So, I,
I turned my gaze to the camera that was filming Yoo-jung, who had become a bitch. It was running without any problems.
I said to Yoo-jung.
“Okay. But now I don’t have any condoms left. What should we do? Should we just not do it?”
Actually, more than half were left. No matter how much of a stud I was, it was impossible to use them all.
“Eueueueueung.”
But Yoo-jung, or rather, the female dog who was rubbing her hair on my dick, didn’t seem to care whether it was with a condom or without.
Yoo-jung, who had been grinning, turned around and shook her ass at me.
“Just fuck me.”
I was going to laugh at her for being an old woman trying to be cute, but she actually looked so cute that I was speechless.
It was because she had such a mature and ripe appearance and personality that was too mature to be cute, and the feeling of conquest that such a woman was crazy about my dick and shaking her ass.
“How? How should I fuck you?”
“Missionary! Missionary position! Yoo-jung likes missionary position! And while looking into my eyes! Tell me I’m cute! I like being called cute more than pretty! Praise me for being cute and looking young!”
“And.”
“Kiss! Give me lots of kisses too.”
“You’re asking for a lot, our Auntie. A young guy like me is fucking you, so you should just be grateful and get fucked without complaining, but you’re asking for this and that.”
“Eue-eue─ eueueung! I don’t like being called Auntie, I don’t like it.”
‘This bitch, her head has completely turned into a pussy.’
“Then what? Noona? Should I call you Noona?”
“Yoo-jung! Just call me Yoo-jung.”
“…Crazy bitch.”
Yoo-jung smiled even after hearing my curse and jumped onto the bed like a dog, shaking her ass again to seduce me. Then she stretched out her arms towards me as if asking for a hug.
I pretended to be unable to resist the temptation and followed Yoo-jung onto the bed. And I put my chest on top of Yoo-jung’s breasts, who was looking at me with eyes that seemed like hearts would pop out.
Then, looking into Yoo-jung’s eyes, I told her in her ear that she was cute rather than pretty. I playfully kissed Yoo-jung’s grinning lips and pushed my tongue into Yoo-jung’s mouth.
And I pushed my dick into Yoo-jung’s pussy, which was still squirting water well and had excellent tightness even after being fucked so much.
Perhaps this was much better than fucking her roughly, Yoo-jung scratched my back wildly with her fingernails and alternated between laughter and moans, “Heeheehee! Heeheeheehee!” throughout the entire time I was fucking her.
Then, at the moment she reached her climax, Yoo-jung hugged my neck with one arm and wrapped her legs around my waist with both legs.
She even crossed her ankles to tie me up, as if telling me to pour every last drop of semen into her uterus until the end, as if she wouldn’t let me go otherwise.
At the highlight of the climax, Yoo-jung screamed loudly as her whole body trembled.
“Hae-jin! Hae-jin! I like it so much, ah, Hae-jiiiiiiiiin!”
Hae-jin? That’s not her ex-husband’s name. It didn’t even sound like her ex-husband’s nickname. Could it be her first love that she broke up with? I’ll have to look it up later.
In any case, it was an unforgivable sin to call another man’s name instead of thanking my dick, which was working so hard to fuck her.
