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#106. The Joy of Defeat 1

##Hong Doha’s Story 2

It was a day when the persistent drizzling rain was particularly annoying. The summer rainy season was nearing its end, and as Doha looked out at the rain, she stretched languidly.

Lately, her body had been feeling stiff. It wasn’t because she couldn’t exercise; she could always work out indoors.

While exercising, she took a selfie of herself smiling brightly and uploaded it to SNS. The response was exceptionally good.

Her follower count instantly swelled to 300,000, but as always, many unwanted pests swarmed around.

Parvenus who threw out sponsorship offers without a thought for the other person’s feelings. Trainers who abruptly sent body profile pictures, suggesting they work out together. Even people who sent pictures of completely different individuals, demanding to know if they were stolen.

It was good that she became popular, but… it was tiring.

“……………Haa.”

Just recently, Doha had been blackmailed by two juniors. Her secondary SNS account had been discovered.

Since she had to prevent her personal information from spreading, Doha had no choice but to obey their demands.

They threatened to spread Doha’s personal information on SNS if she didn’t send outdoor exposure selfies every day.

After about a week, the two called Doha out for a drinking session. She shuddered at their obvious intentions, but there was no other way.

When she headed to the meeting place, half-resigned, the two juniors were, for some reason, not there.

Even when she tried to contact them, only a voice message saying their phones were off came back. The spot where the two had been sitting was cleanly cleared, as if they had never been there from the start.

She didn’t think much of it.

‘No doubt they got wasted while playing amongst themselves and stumbled back home… I hate being manipulated… It’s annoying.’

However, a man called out to Doha as she was about to turn away. Even though it was a secluded place with little light, Doha instantly recognized him.

“…Choi Dohyeok? Right, Choi Dohyeok………!”

“……Byeon Yunseok, Hong Ginam… I believe? You won’t have to meet those two again. Their contact will, of course, be blocked. Long time no see, Doha-ssi.”

The moment the names of the two juniors came out of Dohyeok’s mouth, Doha realized something was off.

“When I received the call and arrived two hours ago… those kids weren’t here. Choi Dohyeok, you did something! Tell me…!”

“………….”

“Why are you just standing there? What did you do to those kids?!”

“You’re overly worried for someone who was being blackmailed. Shouldn’t you be grateful instead? I cleanly removed your worries.”

“That’s not the method I wanted. And I could have handled those kids on my own somehow.”

“So… you were enjoying this situation yourself… Is that how I should take it?”

“Don’t change the subject. Tell me what you did to my juniors. Where are they now—!”

Doha, raising her voice, tightly grabbed one of her arms. Her shoulders seemed to tremble slightly from the moment she saw him.

Dohyeok possessed such an intimidating presence that Byeon Yunseok and Hong Ginam felt like children in comparison.

Perhaps it was because she had already lost to him in a test of strength once. Cruelly, her body was sending out warning signals a step ahead of her mind.

“It’s nothing much. I received a promise. That they won’t interfere with anything related to Hong Doha ever again. That wasn’t what I was going to say… Ah, there’s someone who worries about Doha-ssi. I rescued you according to their words… and since I’ve completed my mission, I just need to receive my reward.”

“Worries about me? Who…? Doyun?”

“It’s a secret. They told me not to speak about themselves. My business here is done. Please go home safely.”

At Doha’s gaze, asking if this was really the end, Dohyeok nodded as if remembering something.

“…Your paid fan site account. The owner of that account has lost ownership. I’ll release the security, so please change the donation account back to your own.”

“……Joo Chaerin? She was the only one managing my account. But a few days ago, she blocked donations, blocked all messages, and stopped uploads. What’s going on, huh?”

“A good amount of sponsorship money should have accumulated. Please buy yourself plenty of delicious things. If you wish, you can also come to the Midnight Hotel. I’ll guide you to a top-class suite――.”

That day, Doha didn’t hear any information from Dohyeok.

It was true that she had been helped, but why? She didn’t know why he had helped her. That fact made her even more uneasy.

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For a few days, Doyun hadn’t been in contact. She heard he was staying at his girlfriend’s house for a while, but she hadn’t heard it directly. She learned it from a call with Jiyeon.

Well… they’re at that age, so cohabitation might happen…, she thought, but then sudden resentment surged up.

‘Then what about me…? He should come visit his older sister once in a while. My house isn’t that far.’

She wanted to meet up and go to popular restaurants, have a drink like an adult…, and then… uh…….

Every time her thoughts deepened, a memory surfaced. Even though he was her blood-related younger brother, the last outdoor exposure they had together was so intoxicating it left her brain numb.

‘Do you see, Doyun-ah…? Your older sister’s back……. I’m not wearing anything. Every time I get caught, I’ll let you rub my butt on your dick. Film your older sister well, covered in cum and dripping pussy juice………♡’

The fact that Doyun was watching from behind was maddeningly exciting.

‘As expected, I can’t do without you…. Exposure alone might not satisfy me……♡’

Netorare outdoor sex. Ever since she learned about Doyun’s fetish, she had only imagined one thing.

‘After you’ve taken other men’s dicks… let’s have sex, your older sister and you, in the end. I always told you. My true feelings are only for you, Doyun-ah…….’

As her imagination wildly transformed in her mind, her guilt gradually faded.

It was because it was ‘an allowed relationship’, Netorare.

But Doyun wasn’t staying at home currently. The delusions that had started on their own quickly scattered again.

Doha could no longer endure the throbbing of her lower mouth, but she tried hard to bear it and went to bed.

She knew it was rude, but… she planned to visit Jiyeon’s house tomorrow. After all, it was strange that Doyun hadn’t been in contact for over a week.

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Doyun will be fine, right………?

Should I buy some chicken for the kids to enjoy……….

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“…………Ah, hngh…. ―――♡!!!”

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“Ah, no………. ……If you touch me now――♡ Mm-m-mph?!”

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What was that sound…? In the middle of the night……….

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Doha opened her eyes, feeling the sensation returning to her fingertips.

“Ugh………. What time is it. My phone……….”

It was 2:40 AM, around the time the rustling sound of her blanket seemed unusually loud.

As she was about to open her door to go get some water, she abruptly stopped. An unfamiliar sound was coming from somewhere.

There was a sound that stirred up her half-asleep hearing and burrowed into her ears.

Creak… creak…… creak………….

…………♡ ……Huuuhhh♡ P-Please――Stop♡♡♡ It’s enough now――.

The sound of skin rubbing against skin on the bed. Moans flowing out like sobs, impossible to hold back.

Haah, haah―, ngh, so deep………. Wait, don’t move………♡. Hooohhh―, again――♡!!

Slurp………………. Haah…… A surprised gasp of pleasure―!?

Doha’s heart was pounding violently as she held the doorknob. Even before she could question it, the voice she heard was clearly――.

‘Mom………?’

But she couldn’t kick the door open and run out immediately.

Yookyung’s body, which was now steeped in passion after being calm, and her moans on the verge of a wave of pleasure, did not sound vulgar.

On the contrary, it was captivating. Love was embedded in that voice, which could stir up arousal as if stimulating the other person’s true nature.

“……….”

Doha opened the bedroom door with trembling hands.

‘Mom never dated, not even once… Ever since Dad passed away, she just… The affection she poured on Doyun became a little excessive, but…’

She crept quietly, harboring doubt and wariness toward the unknown person. Again, moans soaked in ecstasy flowed out. It was the master bedroom.

‘In the unlikely event, truly in the unlikely event… if Mom’s partner is Doyun. What should I do………?’

Even in this desperate situation, the only face that came to mind was Doyun’s. The path to the master bedroom felt exceptionally long.

‘It’s probably nothing,’ she thought, suppressing her heart that felt like it would burst, and when she saw the light leaking through the crack in the door――.

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“What―. Whose clothes are these…? They’re not mine……….”

Is it a cosplay outfit? It looks uncomfortable to wear. Why are clothes like this in Mom’s closet? …Was it designed to open in the front? Ugh……, it’s annoyingly novel.

Mom wouldn’t wear something like this… Hmm………. Then it must be Doyun.

――Could it be Jiyeon? The size seems right… As expected―! I didn’t think she was like that, but she’s perverse~. She thinks about making someone wear something like this?

Perverted bastard. ………Maybe I should try wearing it sometime too.

Come to think of it, I remember Mom buying a lot of clothes I hadn’t seen lately. I was surprised by how bold they were… Was it after filming the YoonTube project video?

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Doyun participated too, definitely. After receiving a recommendation from a senior club member……. Uh… hmm……, I think I heard that person’s name while eating… what was it again……?

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“―――More, more please, Master♡♡ This pathetic, 40-year-old used pussy of Shin Yookyung will only spread to accept Master’s enormous dick―♡ I will take in every single drop of Master’s thick semen without spilling any♡♡”

“Shin Yookyung, whose slave are you?”

“I am Master Choi Dohyeok’s cunt slave♡♡ Haah, ngh―― Choking gasps… stifled groans… Phaaa, thank you, Maaster♡”

A jolt―, perhaps it was fear. Looking at the other side of the woman she loved most in the world. Or perhaps, the face that might be her true self.

……Anger? Betrayal, despair?

Strangely, Doha thought Yookyung was sickeningly beautiful. Because the experience of a ‘woman’ being reduced to a mere ‘female’ was such a sweet poison.

Doha’s gaze naturally turned to Dohyeok’s body. Perfectly balanced muscles with no unnecessary bulk, and a physique to match. In the center of it all, a monstrously huge dick stood towering erect.

Yookyung cradled it as if rubbing it with her cheek, always trying to remain in a lower position than ‘the Master’s dick’.

She was wearing the cosplay outfit Doha had accidentally seen a few days ago. It was a black latex outfit with a subtle sheen.

When Dohyeok gestured, Yookyung leaned her body towards him. He grabbed the zipper near her chest and slowly pulled it down. Thick liquid pooled between her breasts and flowed down her skin.

“Ah……… Haaah♡ Yes, Master….”

After licking up the fluid gathered above her navel, he greedily grabbed her pudding-soft breasts―. He arbitrarily pressed down on her darker nipples and savored them.

As he carefully pulled down the zipper, Yookyung’s upper body was completely exposed, almost naked. Her vulva had darkened to a light brown, and unlike before, it was abundantly covered in hair.

‘How erotic…………. Mom, who always kept herself groomed….’

Unbeknownst to her, Doha’s hand was hovering over her damp underwear. The mother, as seen by her daughter, was a woman without any flaws.

Her appearance of neatly trimming all her body hair for exercise was now nowhere to be seen.

Between her parted labia, a grotesquely enlarged clitoris was visible. Yookyung habitually touched her aroused clitoris, and each time, sticky pleasure fluid stretched out, wetting the floor.

Soon, Dohyeok ordered Yookyung to get a condom. While Yookyung, after thanking him, took a condom from the drawer, he picked up the remote and turned on the TV.

Searching for something, he played a video. On an unfamiliar, outdated entertainment show, a young Yookyung appeared.

Her appearance was still the same compared to now, but her face was a bit more youthful, possessing an innocence like pure white.

“I’m embarrassed…. I was too young then…….”

“I never get tired of watching it, no matter how many times. Especially this episode. It was so good to see that expression of yours, steeped in pretense. To imagine your vulgar, gasping face as you fall to the bottom and reveal your true nature.”

“Ahh…… Master, no. I’m not that kind of woman……… Hngh, wait―― It’s already at the entrance――♡”

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「Eek~ To be caught like this…. What’s going to happen to me now?」

「Eh, that’s the youngest writer!」

「Yookyung-ssi again? Stop bothering her! Pay attention to the guests! What are you doing with the budget?!」

Wahahahahaha……!!

「Save me…! I’m trapped in the XX Tower observation deck here. If I can’t hold back my laughter even once while coming up…….」

「Ehehehe~ Yookyung-ssi, wait for me! I’ll be right there!」

「Wait. You’re married, Hyung. Why are you so aggressive?」

「Damn it, it’s because I’m married that I can do this!」

Kyaahahahahaha~~~!!

The woman in the video was wearing a latex outfit very similar to what she was wearing now. Although it covered her entire body, the sensuous feeling remained, perhaps because it revealed her figure.

「Wow~ Yookyung-ssi. Isn’t that padded?」

「Give us a little service~. Since it’s a rare occasion, you should appeal to us.」

As if the unpleasant comments didn’t bother her at all anymore, Yookyung showed Dohyeok a lewd expression.

It was the exact opposite of the frowning face she showed on screen.

“Hnggguhhh―― My pussy is completely filled…♡♡ Oh, ooh… it’s reached the entrance…♡ Hitting my uterus… Heeehht――!!!”

Peeking at her utterly vulgar mother, Doha twitched her waist and collapsed onto the floor. She could no longer endure the throbbing in her lower abdomen.

Just by watching Yookyung, her emotions and feelings seemed to be transmitted.

Simply seeing a woman as nothing more than a sex toy.

‘…No way. Mom couldn’t be like that… Haahhh………. Fucking hell………!’

“Oh♡ Ooh♡ Oook♡ Get caught―♡ Get completely caught♡ Get completely caught by Doha♡”

“Urgh――! You dog-like bitch, the tightness……! I’m coming―!!”

The condom inside her vagina swelled like a balloon. Having her uterus forcibly pushed up throughout the sex, she collapsed onto the bed and squirted profusely.

Squish… slurp…………. Squelch……………….

Pshhh…….

Doha, who was barely suppressing her moans while clutching her collar, also trembled all over and squirted. Sitting on the already soaked floor, poking her pussy, she thought.

That even Mom was nothing more than a mere female before a dick.

……That her submissiveness to a strong male was no different from her own.

‘A sense of defeat’.

A sense of defeat, different from the one Doyun, a male, felt, a much more primal sense of defeat, was etched into Doha’s mind.

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And the very next day.

Doha stopped Dohyeok as he was about to leave early in the morning. Yookyung was soundly asleep from the intense sex.

Saying she knew everything that had happened that dawn, Doha’s eyes welled up.

She was now convinced there was only one way to break free from all these shackles.

To face him once again.

She requested a fair and square match, without any tricks.

Then, Dohyeok replied calmly.

“Will that be enough? Truly?”

“………Yes. If I win, back off from everything related to my family. Don’t approach Mom either.”

“Very well.”

Accepting the rematch was entirely up to Dohyeok. But he readily accepted the challenge.

“Alright. Conversely, if I lose… I, I will take Mom’s place and――.”

“Wait a moment.”

“……?”

Dohyeok, who had cut her off, stared at Doha with eyes as if looking at prey. As a flustered Doha swallowed hard, he opened his mouth again.

“…How was the peeking? I’m asking for your impressions. Did you get angry watching, or……….”

“What are you suddenly―! Don’t talk nonsense. The place is the XX Dojo. Time is 10 PM. I’ll leave it open, so don’t be late.”

“Understood. Since I’m here, I suppose I should find a good restaurant in this neighborhood.”

Dohyeok exited through the front door with a relaxed smile. Doha clenched both her fists, but there was nothing she could do at the moment.

She could only blame herself for helplessly repeating masturbation throughout the dawn.

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