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EP.161 Beyond Grade Cock 3 

We headed to the annex. It wasn’t very large, but spacious enough for several people to roll around together. There was even a washing area and a pantry. 

This was the place where I’d be impregnating many women from now on. 

“I’ll bring some tea. Please have a chat while I’m gone.” 

“Shall I make it, Maru?” 

Though we usually spoke informally, I thought it better to use honorifics while on duty. 

“No, I’ll do it. You talk with my mother.” 

“Yes.” 

“Thank you.” 

After bowing to her mother, Cheon Dambi went to the kitchen. I glanced over and saw the cupboard she opened was stocked with all sorts of hospitality supplies. 

“It seems there aren’t any servants yet,” the Ritual Director said. I turned to face her. 

“I heard the administration will send people soon.” 

“That’s slower than I expected. If it takes much longer, I’ll push them myself, so just wait a bit.” 

“Thank you.” 

Despite looking at me with eyes full of curiosity and desire, the Ritual Director sat calmly. In fact, she seemed pleased to be chatting perhaps, as an elder, she was happy to have a young man to talk with after so long. 

She was more talkative than I expected. I could have just answered perfunctorily, but I always enjoyed talking with beautiful women, so I actively engaged in the conversation. 

“Should I keep calling you Ritual Director?” 

“Oh, I haven’t told you my name, have I? What to do…” She smiled slyly, tapping her red lips with a long finger before saying playfully, “I don’t want to tell you my name just yet.” 

“I see…” 

“They say a woman in love feels great joy just from hearing a man call her name. Can you make me feel that way?” 

She was openly telling me to seduce her. That was my job anyway, and I was confident, so I nodded calmly. 

“But we should have something to call each other in the meantime. It’s too stiff to just say ‘Ritual Director’ or ‘Baek the stud’ when we’re going to be so intimate.” She muttered softly, “Ritual Director, Baek the stud… so stiff.” And every time she said “stiff,” she glanced at my cock. 

By the way, ever since the Martial Arts Director’s touch earlier, I’d been hard the whole time. 

As I endured her blatant gaze, she continued to tap her lips, thinking. 

“‘Noona’ is too much… ‘Aunt’ doesn’t fit… What’s a familiar yet appropriate title?” 

Without thinking, I replied, “How about ‘Mother’?” 

“Mother… pfft! Not bad. It fits my scenario perfectly. You’re the late-born son, I’m the widow. Yes, this will be a fun little play.” 

“I’m glad you like it.” 

It was something I said without much thought, but I was glad she liked it. I watched as she covered her mouth and laughed. 

“Well, since we’re changing titles, change your tone too. Make it more… yes, more like a late-born son. You can talk down or be a little cheeky.” 

“Mother, my cock hurts.” 

“……” 

I’d said similar things when I was with Sera, so I ended up blurting out something weird. 

The Ritual Director who I’d be calling Mother for now looked blank for a moment, then burst out laughing. 

“Hahahaha!” 

She laughed loudly, but didn’t seem to think my words were vulgar. Even laughing like that, she was elegant and beautiful. 

After a while, she called over to Dambi, who was making tea. 

“No need to bring tea. I want to spend time with my newly found son, so go do your work. I’ll finish before lunch, so let’s eat together then.” 

“…Yes, ma’am.” 

Dambi replied politely and left immediately. 

Click thunk! 

The sliding door opened smoothly and closed again. Now it was just the two of us, and it felt a little awkward. 

But maybe it was just me. The Ritual Director reached out her hand. 

Whoosh! A cushion from across the room slid over and landed next to her. Without reacting to my surprise, she patted the cushion. 

“Son, come sit here. Your mother is skilled in medicine I’ll give you a thorough checkup.” 

“Yes, Mother.” 

Her tone didn’t change whether she was talking to a stud or a son, or even her real daughter. But there was a different warmth in her words now, so I had no complaints. 

I sat next to her. Up close, with her white hair, she looked like a flower blooming on a snowy field. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

I quickly stripped and sat naked on the cushion. 

From then on, her sexual desire rose sharply. Her gaze roamed over my face and body, but lingered longest on my cock. 

“Haa… my body feels hot. This is a first for me.” 

She took off her jacket. Her white undergarments, damp with sweat, clung beautifully to her skin. 

My cock twitched and leaked precum at the sight. 

“Haa… it’s so big. I can tell just by looking how hard it is. The shape and color are perfect.” 

She breathed heavily, inhaling my pheromones. The more she did, the redder her cheeks got, and the more vulgar her words became. 

“To think my new son would be this impressive… If I’d known, I’d have taken you as a lover, not a son… Then every night would have been a delight.” 

She leaned on me, speaking with genuine regret. Her breasts, wrapped in her undergarments, pressed against my arm, cool to the touch rather than warm. 

“You smell good, son. Sniff haa… a scent that drives women wild… sniff… delicious.” 

She didn’t even examine my cock, just buried her nose in my neck and inhaled deeply. 

Her breath and passionate voice tickled my ear. 

“To make your mother go into heat how naughty. What do you think of the natural order?” 

Her hand, which had been caressing my arm, now waved in front of my eyes, fluttering like a breeze before slowly moving toward my cock. 

Her finger finally touched my cock. 

“Ugh!” 

Her finger traced slowly up from the base along a vein, sending a shiver through my hips. 

“Does it feel good, son?” 

Her moist breath and aroused motherly voice reached my ears. 

“Yes, it feels great.” 

“Hehe, did you know? The stronger a woman’s yin energy, the more pleasure she can give a man.” 

“I didn’t know…” 

She kept exploring my cock with just one finger, her soft, well-manicured nail gently scratching along the shaft. 

“And except for the shaman, I have the strongest yin energy. Aren’t you excited?” 

Gulp. 

Her words made me salivate. Her gaze followed my Adam’s apple up and down, then locked eyes with me again. 

“Why are you just sitting there? Don’t be shy do what you want. After all… we’re family. You can be as spoiled as you like.” 

She was offering her whole body to her late-born son, seducing me with sultry whispers and preparing herself to accept everything. 

“Can I really do whatever I want?” 

“Of course. For the next… two and a half hours, at least.” 

Oh, right, that was the reservation time. I’d almost forgotten, thinking this moment would last forever. 

I cupped her chin with my fingers. It could have been seen as rude, but she looked at me with anticipation, curious what I’d do. 

“Stick out your tongue.” 

“…Oh my! Even though you’re hard just from looking at your mother, you want to start with foreplay? Yes, a real man should know how to please a woman. Good boy.” 

She looked at me with overflowing maternal affection and stroked my cock instead of my head. 

She rubbed the tip, where precum was leaking, with her finger. 

Twitch! My hips trembled, and the sensations kept building. 

I couldn’t hold back anymore. 

I kissed her right away. 

Then I sucked her shyly protruding tongue as hard as I could. 

“Mmm…!!” 

Her eyes went wide in surprise, but as our eyes met, she soon smiled sweetly. 

Then, locking eyes with me, she kissed me passionately, mixing our tongues. 

“Sluurp… smooch… chuu♥♥♥” 

I adjusted my posture, pulled her into my arms, and explored her mouth with my tongue. 

I teased the roof of her mouth, then sucked her tongue and lips. 

Each time, her hand on my cock moved faster. 

‘Ah… it feels good.’ 

Her cool skin soothed my heated body, but my excitement only grew. 

Slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp slurp♥ 

Unable to move her body while in my arms, she used both hands to stroke my cock up and down. 

It was true women with strong yin energy really did make men feel more. 

Even her clumsy handjob quickly brought me to the edge, my cock begging to release. 

But she wouldn’t let me cum so easily. 

“Smooch… it’d be a waste to let you cum the best stuff right away.” 

Hearing her say that, I replied, “Even if I cum dozens of times, it’s always thick. Don’t worry.” 

I grabbed her hand and stroked my cock myself, but she said she couldn’t take it anymore and led me to the bed. 

“Son, shall I make you feel good?” 

Her tone was much softer than before. 

Despite the hot weather, she was so excited that her breath was visible. She lifted her skirt and straddled my cock. 

After rubbing for a moment, she swallowed hard. 

Thrust! 

“Haaah…!!!” 

She inserted me right away. She threw her head back and gasped, then finally regained her senses. 

“You really are dangerous.” 

Her eyes, usually full of wisdom and sharpness, now looked a little dazed.