## Chapter 97 – A Mother Jealous of Her Daughter’s Youthful Femininity
Even with my serious expression, Yoo-jung didn’t back down; rather, she became even more aggressive, pressing her chest closer to me and grabbing my wrist.
Then, with that hand, she pulled my hand towards her chest, forcing me to touch her breasts.
“How is it? How is it? Still usable, right?”
Yoo-jung, having thrown away all pride and dignity, was simply fawning over me like a female animal, which was almost pathetic.
Her voice was tinged with embarrassment due to the complex of an older woman, but my honest feeling was that she shouldn’t be embarrassed but proud.
It hadn’t been long since I’d been with Yoo-jin, ejaculating with the intention of pouring everything I had into her, yet I was already hard again.
Seeing that, Yoo-jung was moved and burst into a joyful laugh.
Yoo-jung’s breasts under my palm felt more like a soft liquid than a solid object. The sensation of my entire palm sinking into her, as she kept pulling me in to press against her nipples, was terrifying. She was a femme fatale.
If you were to evaluate a woman’s femininity based solely on her breasts, Yoo-jung would probably be the ultimate female in this world.
“If I get pregnant… breast milk will come out of here too.”
“Huh? What?”
I was startled by the bizarre nonsense and couldn’t help but ask back. But despite thinking, ‘Is this woman crazy? No, I knew she was crazy before, but has she gone even crazier?’ I honestly had a strong desire to taste it…
“Ah♥”
Yoo-jung squeezed her eyes shut and let out a cute, cat-like sound as I caressed her nipples.
I was startled and quickly removed my hand from Yoo-jung’s breasts. Before I knew it, I had lost my mind and was fondling them.
If I hadn’t regained my senses a little faster, I would have naturally been led by Yoo-jung’s touch, buried my face between those breasts, and wasted my life sucking on her sweet fruit like a harmless baby, my head resting on Yoo-jung’s thighs as she knelt naked in front of my house.
I must never let my guard down in front of this seductive, lewd older woman.
“Huh?”
When I withdrew my hand, Yoo-jung was surprised and expressed her disappointment with a lisp. In that moment, I glanced towards my room where Yoo-jin was sleeping soundly.
It was nothing special, just turning my head to the side, but that action seemed to stimulate Yoo-jung greatly, and she teared up again. However, unlike before when she just cried sadly, Yoo-jung now took action.
Fortunately, it wasn’t too difficult to stop Yoo-jung from running at me while crying and trying to grab my dick with both hands.
At least, physically it wasn’t. But I was even starting to have thoughts like, ‘Rather than keep coldly rejecting a woman who is being so pathetic and humble just to sleep with me once, should I just do it once?’—the kind of thoughts that nice guys have.
“Let’s get married. Let’s get married, okay? You said you like me too.”
“What are you saying to a guy who’s the same age as your daughter, Auntie? Please stop.”
“Why? What does age matter in love? You said you love me too.”
“When?”
“You said it! You said it! You told me more than a hundred times that day! You shook up the heart of a lonely woman who was planning to never remarry and only look at Yoo-jin for the rest of her life!”
“That’s just what I said to get laid!”
“Eueueueut!”
Yoo-jung pushed my arms away with all her might and tried to kneel below my dick. Physically restraining Yoo-jung wasn’t that difficult, but it was impossible to win in a verbal argument. That’s because Yoo-jung wasn’t even listening to me in the first place.
“You said I’m prettier than your daughter… you said Yoo-jung is prettier than Yoo-jin…”
I don’t even remember saying that.
“Was that a lie?”
It hurts a little, but I have no choice but to say yes here. I nodded.
Tears fell from Yoo-jung’s shocked face. The strength drained from Yoo-jung’s body as she tried to push my arms away and bite my dick, which I was protecting.
Yoo-jung collapsed to her knees. But I didn’t let my guard down. I thought it was time to start doing what I hadn’t been able to do until now, worrying about Yoo-jin waking up, or rather, worrying about Yoo-jung.
I put my hand on Yoo-jung’s head. Yoo-jung, thinking I was going to stroke her hair, smiled like a country dog and rubbed her head against me. But instead of gently stroking Yoo-jung’s hair, I grabbed it tightly.
I forcibly pulled up the panicked and frightened Yoo-jung. And to prevent Yoo-jung from ever mentioning marriage or anything like that to me again, I gave her a strong punch to her beer belly.
“Uueueueup!”
It’s hard to start hitting someone, but once you start, it becomes a habit.
“Kyaa!”
I roughly pulled Yoo-jung’s hair towards me and hit her again in the same spot I had hit before.
“Uaaaaaang!”
Yoo-jung was in great pain and immediately burst into tears.
Unlike Yoo-jin, who only felt pain in the moment no matter how many times I hit her, and then became even more excited and ran wild, Yoo-jung immediately crumbled.
Yes, this is it. This is the normal reaction.
The sight of Yoo-jung trembling at the sight of my fist, in stark contrast to her disgusting appearance from before, aroused my sadism.
So, I desperately grabbed Yoo-jung’s hair again, as she tried to get away from me, and pulled her diagonally to my left, this time punching her breasts, which had more fat and seemed more satisfying to hit than her belly.
I didn’t use my palm. What I was doing to Yoo-jung now wasn’t spanking, but punishment and violence.
“Aat-!”
Yoo-jung let out a loud scream, but now I didn’t even care about my closed door. Come to think of it, I had been too dragged along. By these two crazy mother and daughter.
Just as I didn’t need to care about Yoo-jung’s proposal, I had no reason to worry about Yoo-jin waking up from her sweet sleep and being shocked by her mother’s disgraceful behavior.
In the first place, why did Yoo-jin willingly offer her body to me? Wasn’t it all to protect Yoo-jung from my dick?
Although Yoo-jin’s bizarre fetish had manifested in the process, and she seemed to enjoy sex with me as much as Yoo-jung did, that didn’t change the fact that Yoo-jin hated me.
Yoo-jin’s face as she kissed me, the way she blushed like a virgin even though we had already done all kinds of lewd positions and my dick was inside her pussy, and the way she shyly twisted her toes, unlike other times.
…Those things were, as Yoo-jin said, not ‘love’ but merely masturbation using the other person’s body as a tool.
Even though I had shown Yoo-jin videos of Yoo-jung’s disgraceful behavior several times, she still didn’t seem to believe that her mother had done those things with me of her own will.
Yoo-jin’s deep-rooted belief was that her mother was a pure and noble being who had been deceived by a vile and cruel person like me.
Yet, why was I unconsciously lowering my voice, being considerate of Yoo-jin being shocked, and hesitating to give the presumptuous Yoo-jung the proper punishment?
“You fucking bitch.”
I twisted Yoo-jung’s nipples with both hands and lowered my voice. It wasn’t intentional, but it happened naturally because I was angry. Not angry at Yoo-jung, but angry at myself for forgetting my desire for revenge.
“Ageugeugeueut!”
Yoo-jung, who was in more pain from my touch on her breasts than from the pain itself, was forced to stand up again just as she was about to kneel.
Yoo-jung’s face, covered in tears as if she had washed it, was more distorted by disbelief and the hope that she didn’t want to believe it than by pain.
Yoo-jung’s appearance, showing such pitiful pure love, aroused my sympathy, but I treated Yoo-jung even more harshly because of that very ‘affection.’
Affection, yes, affection.
Sex affection.
I’ve rubbed my body against these mother and daughter, who have bodies that are stickier and chewier than rice cakes, so it would be stranger if I didn’t feel anything.
But I can’t do that anymore.
“What? Get married?”
I repeatedly stabbed Yoo-jung’s belly with my fist, and continued with words more cruel than my fist.
“You’re old and about to be disposed of, and you’re asking a young guy like me to marry you? Do you have any conscience?”
“You, you promised me before that you wouldn’t use such… such bad words?”
“What’s with that tone! Now you’re acting like you’re older!”
I raised my fist. Yoo-jung was startled and sat down in the hallway in front of the front door. Then, she hugged her belly, where her uterus was, with both arms, as if trying to protect it. She picked up the clothes she had thrown off with the intention of raping me and covered her belly with them.
I could see Yoo-jung’s eyes looking up at me, now beyond being broken, resenting me, but I didn’t pay attention.
I grabbed Yoo-jung’s breasts tightly again and lifted her up. As soon as I did, I pushed Yoo-jung’s shoulder again, making her naked butt and back touch the dirty entrance floor with dirt from her shoes, and then kicked Yoo-jung’s belly, which was now just trying to survive my violence, knocking her over again.
Then, I stepped on Yoo-jung’s belly with my bare feet.
“Ah… it hurts, it hurts….”
I ignored Yoo-jung under my feet and openly turned my head to look towards my room. Yoo-jung also noticed my gaze and looked up at me.
“Just wait a little bit. I’ll get rid of this pathetic old woman quickly and go back to you.”
It was a gentle tone that was completely opposite to the violent behavior towards Yoo-jung under my feet. Of course, it was an act, but Yoo-jung, who had no way of knowing that, just despaired, lowered her head, and started crying again…
Even if Yoo-jin woke up and was watching this scene now, it didn’t matter anymore.
No, I wanted her to see it clearly. That the reality of the Yoo-jung that you respect so much is not the director or your mother, but just a female, a pathetic woman under my feet, bowing her head.
And that you are an even more pathetic being who came out from under that pathetic woman’s pussy, I wanted to make sure Yoo-jin knew that.
