Chapter 156 – The Stepmother Desires Retirement
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Never did she expect to witness such a vulgar scene…
After sending her naive daughters off to the academy, Hye-jeong heaved a long sigh.
She had always thought of them as exemplary daughters who behaved well even when away from their mother, but their actions were far too excessive, as if they were no longer innocent children…
Her thoughts of the future only brought darkness to her vision.
‘Was Sang-hyuk always this handsome?’
As the room lay dimly lit before dawn, his face kept flickering before her eyes. It seemed as if he had spent quite a heated night with her younger sisters – his slightly opened eyes, unironed clothes, and the faintly parted lips all exuded a sense of decadence.
She didn’t recall adopting such a sexy, handsome man…
‘Children grow up fast, they say…’
Could it really be the same person?
Hye-jeong found herself giggling at the thought.
When she saw her naked daughters shivering and flinching on the couch or the floor, she had been determined not to let whomever had touched them go unpunished…
Yet, the moment she faced Sang-hyuk, she didn’t even feel anger.
It was because she could understand, in one fell swoop, how her grown-up daughters could allow themselves to go so far as to let a man ejaculate inside them. Hyejeong was a woman, too. She thought that, if she had lived under the same roof with such a man during her virgin days, she would’ve had passionate sex every single day…
‘What am I doing, imagining such things about my own son?’
Hyejeong vigorously shook her head. She had believed that her pure heart, the one drawn to the opposite sex, had been completely extinguished more than a decade ago. But seeing it wriggle to life again, it was clearly quite tenacious. This deep, heavy, unfulfilled desire was like the desperate last dance of a mature, aging female.
At first, she had merely endured it. Later, she had suppressed it with alcohol and cigarettes, and thus it had lain dormant for over ten years.
‘…Being young really is wonderful.’
Upon reminiscing, the scene appeared as more than just the exuberance of youth—it was youth that had exploded. Hyejeong believed that even if it was a reckless game of playing with fire, as long as she could look back on it later and recall how much fun and happiness it had brought her, it was worth it.
She didn’t want to chastise herself too harshly.
‘But to think that both of them engaged in unprotected sex, leading to pregnancy…’
*Thud!*
Hyejeong slammed the table for no reason.
‘…I need alcohol.’
Swinging her sizable hips, she rummages through the refrigerator. Hye-jung’s friend, canned beer, was naturally absent from the fridge.
‘Should I go out and buy some…?’
Hye-jung, who ventured out to the convenience store in light attire, caught everyone’s attention.
Though not unheard of for an exotic beauty to reside in modern Korea, Hye-jung was excessively attractive.
A platinum-haired stunner whose origins of Serena and Stella’s genes were immediately apparent.
Her beauty was so striking that it created an atmosphere that deterred others from approaching her easily.
Unbeknownst to her,
She felt as if she had already let go of everything, resulting in somewhat clumsy body movements.
She even yawned openly, a consequence of inadequate sleep the night before.
“Miss, do you attend the academy here?”
“Huh?”
Hye-jung slightly opened her eyes in response to the audacious male student’s attempt.
“Who, me?”
“Third-year student. Can you give me your number?”
“…”
‘These days, kids are good at flattery,’ thought Hye-jung.
“I’m a mother.”
“What?”
The male student’s eyes widened.
“I said, I’m a mother.”
“…Ah, um, sorry…”
Hyejeong sighed. As she picked out a few cans of beer and returned to her cigarettes, she endured the stares that could only be described as the destiny of a beautiful woman, but Hyejeong remained indifferent.
In truth, she found that Korea was more respectful towards her than other places. When she went abroad, it wasn’t uncommon for strangers to brazenly touch her. As Hyejeong walked down the street, numerous men would pass by, making crass remarks like, “Hey, sexy cat.”
Everything in her life was carefree. She had never considered romance. She imagined she would grow old in peace and eventually pass away, her only concern being to raise her daughters well. A single can of beer would suffice to accompany her to the grave.
*Yawn.*
Hyejeong placed the chicken skewers she had bought as a drinking snack in the microwave and settled onto the sofa. While mindlessly browsing TV channels, she stumbled upon a quaint household account book written by Serena.
‘I can’t believe she still uses one of these.’
Hyejeong hadn’t even bothered with such a thing when she was a newlywed. The charming account book was adorned with a cover featuring plump rabbit characters, which Serena adored.
No one had likely ever unfolded it, except for Serena herself.
“Hmm.”
Hye-jeong, driven by curiosity, opened the account book. Expenses and income up until now were detailed in handwriting.
‘Sexy lingerie…what’s this?’
This was the underwear Serena had recently purchased…
‘Writing something like this in the account book, it’s practically an open invitation.’
…It was a moment when a reasonable conjecture emerged that a few brakes might have been applied before it escalated to ‘such a vulgar affair.’ A healthy man, brimming with vitality, would consider it an achievement to withstand his sisters’ carnal assault for even a day. Right. They’re pretty because they resemble me.
‘They’ve started to earn quite a bit.’
[Serena – 950 coins]
[Stella – 1,750 coins]
Hye-jeong couldn’t help but admire Stella and Serena’s earnings within the academy. It was reassuring to see that they seemed to be doing better than her in the prestigious academy. In the future, they would need money far beyond this amount, but…
‘Huh?’
[Kim Sang-hyuk – 300,000 coins]
(Footnote – My big brother is the best♡♡♡♡)
“What is this…?”
I must have seen it incorrectly.
300,000… coins? 300 million won…?
No matter how I examined the household ledger, Kim Sang-hyuk’s share in this month’s profit was unfathomable.
Did Serena make an error in her record-keeping?
‘…It’s not the kind of money one can earn by simply attending the academy.’
Could he have ventured into a forbidden area?
Strange. So strange…
Although I’m uncertain about his exact level, I recall hearing from Stella that Sang-hyuk’s academic performance was far from impressive.
Is it different now?
‘Hmm… He must have written it as a joke.’
Regardless, mother added the cost of today’s canned beer, cigarettes, and side dishes for alcohol beneath Serena’s tidy handwriting.
‘Academy life, stay strong. Everyone. And please, allow mom to retire…’
Hye-jung had grown weary of overseas expeditions.
How joyous it would be if someone could free her from the shackles of this labor…
They say that there will be more children joining the family within a year.
‘So many blessings. Overflowing. Hahaha. *sobs*…’
Hye-jung chuckled and let the beer flow down her throat.
*
Ironically, in “OnaAka,” the ones I must be most cautious of are my own family members.
Love is also family. I nearly chose a life of solely relieving my cock in the loving embrace of my pretty little sisters who selflessly cared for it, but I managed to come back from the brink.
Even after witnessing the depths of such vulgarity, En-chan managed to bed her sexy platinum-blonde stepmother and bragged, “I’ve completed the collection effect!”
… How intense would that be if I completed it?
No, no!
I must keep my wits about me. If my stepmother comes onto me as well, I’ll never be able to leave the house. It would be the completion of a perverse Bermuda Triangle, where males cannot escape until they reach heaven.
There’s the kind and beautiful Serena, and Stella, the blonde tsundere who outwardly acts aloof but secretly loves her brother more than anyone else.
Even now, the two of them are overwhelmingly precious to me.
However, I was mistaken in thinking that coming to the academy would grant me a reprieve.
“Kim Sang-hyuk!”
“Kim Sang-hyuk!”
Someone sang sweetly, and as I turned around, I found myself embraced by the blonde twin sisters. A man who receives hugs from beautiful and lovely twin sisters in the morning – that was me.
“Why didn’t you come yesterday?”
“Why didn’t you come yesterday?”
“Wait… who is who….”
As I tried to discern their identities, the two playfully covered my eyes.
“Guess!”
Their bodies pressed closer, rubbing against me. Kannika and Sanbika, inseparable sisters.
“Well…”
I grasped the left breast before me.
“Is this… Nika?”
“Wrong!”
It was Vika. I had mistaken her for Nika because of the breast’s elasticity.
“You were trying to distinguish us by our differing talents, huh? Master, your intentions are clear.”
“Touching my sister’s breast in the morning. You truly are the master.”
“…….”
It was an odd feeling to be called ‘Master’ by my classmates so early in the day. This kind of situation was common in erotic games, but in reality, the term ‘Master’ carried much more weight than one might expect. Especially when the other party is an active female student….
“Ah. It’s become hard. Master…”
“Shall we help you relieve yourself? Huh?”
“It’s okay…”
No, it’s not.
There are too many women who want to help me relieve my throbbing cock.
“We’ll take responsibility and bring you with us, Master.”
“Yes, take him! We can’t hide it from our parents anymore.”
“What are you talking about?”
I followed the twin sisters and they showed me a hot clip – short for a hot clip bulletin board – on a panel.
The video in third place featured the twins engaging in some rather intimate acts.
Holy shit, motherfucker!
I was deeply shaken inside.
“What is this?! Yeah!”
Vika slapped me lightly.
“I tried to confront you yesterday, but you didn’t come to school! I thought you ran away, Master.”
“Well, I didn’t run away, but…”
This… I can’t even protest if the twin sisters tried to kill me now…
Fortunately, their genitals were not exposed, but their assholes were still quite a private area, so
Nika’s reaction to being hit by me with the intimate acts’ light was almost like an art form.
The number of ‘likes’ is no joke.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was being filmed so well.”
“You must take responsibility, from now on. Master.”
Swoosh.
After ensuring no one was around, I embraced Nika tightly and kissed her.
“Mmm.”
Of course, I must take responsibility.
I asked while intertwining my tongue with Nika’s.
“Did you make it alright? After eating hamburgers with my sibling.”
“Um… Churu… Chomp… It went well.”
At that moment, Vika, who looks identical to her sister, waits beside me with her mouth open.
Like an adorable baby bird anticipating its mother’s feeding.
“Chu?”
I also immediately shared a kiss with Vika.
“You came out to take responsibility, like this.”
“Um… Chomp… Chomp… It’s embarrassing, having been exposed to people, but…”
“Since I’ve become Sang-hyuk’s Onahole, it doesn’t matter.”
“I’ll introduce you to your seniors later. It’s a bit awkward to bring them out here.”
“Onahole senior?”
“Onahole senior?”
They are twin sisters who complement each other perfectly.
So endearing….
I particularly remember when the two of them enjoyed hamburgers in front of me. It’s stored in my memory album, like a fond recollection after making love together.
“I should head out now.”
“It’s a shame we’re not in the same class.”
“It’s a pity. I take care of my master’s cock every day.”
Vika spoke so casually about such a matter…
“…Did you have to say that?”
“…”
“Seeing the blonde twin sisters who teased Kim Sang-hyuk finally give in, does it turn you on?”
The twin sisters grinned mischievously.
Playing with them like this, it felt as if we might end up having sex on the spot.
‘…’
Perhaps it was a good thing that first-year students didn’t typically interact with our group.
Although my cock was throbbing, I was determined to maintain some semblance of social decorum.
“Good luck with today’s classes, Master.”
“Will you greet me when you see me at the training ground?”
“Yes.”
I embraced Nika and Vika before heading to the classroom.
Yuuna was waiting for me there.
Her dreamy gaze, reminiscent of our date, made my heart race.
“Heh. Were you late because you were playing with the twin sisters?”
“…Yes, I was late. I was playing with the twin sisters.”
Yuuna’s jealousy was evident, and it was adorable.
She naturally took a seat next to me, as if she had decided to change her usual spot.
The male student who had been originally sitting there gazed at me with mournful eyes.
“I’m sorry…”
“No, it’s okay…”
And our Henna, whom it feels like we haven’t seen in a long time.
Her breasts were still magnificent, as if she were a goddess of such endowments.
Serena doesn’t lag behind, but there’s something enticingly vulnerable about Henna’s chest that makes you want to grope them.
I want to touch them. I want to touch them. I want to touch them.
Perhaps it’s because we had sex yesterday, but I yearn to lay my hands on those ample breasts and massage them vigorously.
However, this is the academy.
Uh-oh, I can’t just do that openly…!!
“S-Sang-hyuk…”
It’s been a while, so she seems shy.
Henna offered a bashful smile.
“Hello…”
Is this the same Henna who used to follow me around in a daring witch costume?
“Why did you put your bangs down again?”
She looked pretty with her hair pulled back.
Seemingly reverting to the gloomy otaku concept, she now appears to lack confidence.
Yuuna chuckled upon noticing this.
“Her confidence has been reset. She needs to recharge.”
“…Haha.”
Who’s going to recharge her? My cock?
“Did you need me, Henna?”
“Yes… If you think of Sang-hyuk as my boyfriend… Ehehe…”
It seemed that her confidence was recharging.
Ah, our adorable Henna.
I firmly grasped Henna’s hand. This was the perfect example of the type of affection that could be openly displayed at the Academy.
“What’s the first class today, model student Yuuna?”
“Don’t you check the app? How do you plan to get by being so lazy?”
“I plan to live while being pampered by Yuuna.”
“…Hmm.”
Yuuna sat next to me, resting her chin on her hand and gazing intently at me.
Goodness, she’s so lovely.
I genuinely wished we could switch seats.
“I wonder what classes there will be? Hmm?”
“…”
I stealthily held Yuuna’s hand beneath the desk and gently caressed it.
“My dungeon wife seems to know.”
An indispensable part of Ethol Academy’s curriculum for nurturing students…
Mass-produced dungeon play.
Our Onahole Squad began to surpass the record for the most clears in the shortest time as sophomores.
“Next!”
Having switched to dual-wielding, Yuuna brimmed with confidence. In one hand, she held the Yukihime; in the other, a pitch-black Ebony Blade. The dark sword was a prize from a recent battle.
“Let’s go together,” she said.
“We’re like Pac-Man gobbling up gravitational waves,” Henna chimed in.
“What’s Pac-Man?”
Could it be that my girlfriends don’t know what Pac-Man is? I was mildly taken aback. Was the concept so old that it marked a generational divide?
“Ah, I know…” Henna murmured, to my relief.
“I saw it in a movie… The yellow one…”
“…”
So, they didn’t know about the game… As we checked our weapons and prepared to enter the next dungeon, we encountered a familiar obstacle.
It was Deherit. But there was something off about her face.
Did he become Gay?