83. Your Mom NTR

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“Huu, seems I need to expand my forces.”

First target – Eumseupmari’s mother. Elise, a British blonde beauty who looks late 20s despite being in her 40s. Today, I’ll make her mine.

Promises to Eumseupmari? Screw that. What’s a slave gonna do if her master breaks a promise? Rebel? As if that weak bitch could do anything.

No hesitation here.

I retrieved Elise from subspace, still mentally broken from my previous attack. Time to wake her up.

“Now, let’s implant the core.”

The purple A-rank core pulsed in my hand as I pressed it into her chest. Electricity crackled as it merged with her heart, veins turning dark with corrupted blood.

Her transformation was dramatic – blonde hair turned black, features blending Western and Eastern beauty. Quite the bust too.

“M-Mamang!”

Suddenly I remembered the Elf Queen. I’ll fuck her soon too – make her give speeches to the public while taking her from behind.

But first things first. The core’s original owner must’ve been Korean, as Elise now spoke perfect Korean.

Kim Elise?

“Ugh…mmh.”
“Mamang!”
“Wh-who? Why am I speaking Korean?”

Her memories seemed fragmented. Perfect.

“Elise, remember me?”
“You’re…we fought…why did we…?”

Good – dollification erased some memories.

“Your daughter Rosemary turned you into a doll.”
“That girl…I remember now. I’m sorry about before.”

Sorry? Don’t be. I’m grateful – thanks to her, I get to have you.

Time to rebuild her worldview.

“You’re a victim too, right?”
“I…”
“Would a real daughter turn her mother into a doll? Just because she ‘loves’ you?”

Her pupils shook violently. Rosemary was insane – even after redemption, she never freed her mother. Dollification is irreversible.

“That’s…”
“I could be your good daughter instead.”
“What?”
“Abandon Rosemary. Let me be your daughter.”

The perfect pseudo-incest setup.

“My…husband?”
“Already reported missing. If he cared, he’d have found you by now.”

Tears welled in her eyes. Alex had searched extensively, but her unstable mind wouldn’t remember that.

“Your daughter made you her doll while your husband became America’s top hunter doing nothing.”

I embraced her gently, whispering sweet corruptions. My tail slipped out unconsciously as excitement grew.

“Wait, what are you?”
“I’m a dragonkin. Yoo Eun-ha. You could say I’m a monster.”
“So you’re my enemy?”
“How sad. You’re a monster too now, mom.”

She glared coldly – time for the finishing blow.

“Dollification replaces your consciousness. Removing it would’ve left you brain-dead. Remember being Rosemary’s slave?”

Betrayal by one’s own child – the ultimate wound.

“So you made me a monster to save me?”
“Yes. I need you, mom.”

I licked her earlobe, savoring her shudder. Elise had been an A-rank hunter – with monsterization, she might reach S-rank. Perfect for powering Songdo.

“Rosemary used you as a doll. But I can have a real relationship with you. The kind of love only possible with an adopted daughter.”

*gulp*

Her throat moved audibly. I could barely contain myself – my slit was already dripping wet.

“Why…so sensitive?”
“Years of frustration. No husband’s cock, no release as a doll.”

My tailtip teased her entrance.

*squelch*

“Hngg! Hnngh!”

Just the tip elicited wild reactions. My tail must be divine.

“Such cute moans for a married mother.”
“D-don’t say that!”

Her fluent Korean made corruption easier.

“Shall we forget about husband and daughter?”
“N-no…”
“I’ll love you unconditionally. Don’t you want that?”

*squelch squelch*

I stimulated her juddering pussy, exploiting her unstable mind. Even sages would break under such pleasure.

“Come to me. Lean on me.”
“Hngk! Hnn!”

My tail pistoned ruthlessly.

“Remember everything that bitch did to you.”
“Uuuaaah!”

I awakened her monster self, overwriting maternal instincts with hatred.

“Haah…haah…this is…too good…why does this feel…even though it’s not a man’s…”
“Feels good? That hateful daughter could never please you like this. I can go for hours.”

Pleasure to erase pain. She had no one left – just me.

“H-hours?”
“Think of all she’s done. Things no real daughter would do.”

I poured negativity into her, recreating Rosemary as a villain.

“Think of her disrespect. All you forgave because she was your daughter. Could she ever please you like this?”

The corruption took root.

“Y-you’re right…she’s no daughter…just a stupid bitch who forgot her mother’s love.”

Perfect. The negativity was seeping in beautifully.