19-213

EP.213 Idiot Game 1 

A few days passed. Life was as peaceful and obscene as ever. 

I had sex on breaks, had sex while working, and squeezed in sex whenever I could. 

Francesca, who had secretly infiltrated Munyeosan without the Shaman’s knowledge, remained a hidden existence. Because the sorcery she had learned from Nabi was still lacking, only within the spaces of the stud barn, thickly layered with my yang energy, could her overflowing succubus yin be suppressed. That was the only domain where she was free to act. 

But Francesca was not some restless retriever in need of a walk. Rather, she replaced “walks” with endless sex and I wasn’t complaining. 

The true problem was that with the sudden appearance of this “first wife,” Dambi and Juhee had far less opportunity to taste my cock. 

Honestly, I wouldn’t mind having sex with all three at once, but Lady Francesca refused to share her seat with those beneath her. 

Instead, after draining me of semen, she would let the mother and daughter handle cleanup blowjobs. At first their expressions had been humiliated, but with time, they began to accept it docilely. 

“Life’s too easy,” I muttered. 

Lucky enough to be adopted by succubi, I had spent my youth using their bodies as fap material. Then on becoming an adult, my depravity index shot straight to MAX. 

Even my lineage came with cliché flair: thinking myself an orphan, but actually revealed to be the direct heir of a prestigious bloodline. And worse, my only blood relatives mother and sister turned out to be perverts who got aroused by their own son and little brother. 

Yes, my obscenity stat was guaranteed never to go down. 

Step, step, step. 

Claiming I was “walking,” I left the barn and strolled through the streets. 

Francesca tried to hold me back, arguing that sex was better for physical and mental health than anything else but a man sometimes needs his own time. 

“Nice sunlight.” 

I wore a hanbok gifted me by the Shaman, making even the midsummer sun feel more warm than harsh. 

Trees rose here and there along the paths, flowers tended by the gardener I had just impregnated yesterday, and birds flitted between them, chirping brightly. 

The muffled moans of women in closed rooms were wonderful, but so too was the quiet and leisure of such open air. 

“Yes, good I came out alone.” 

I met few people, but that was fine I wasn’t out here for a chance guerrilla sex encounter. 

La, la, laaa. 

Eventually I reached the entrance of Munyeosan, which was now swarming with people. 

“Why are there so many gathered here?” 

The lanes had been empty, it seemed, because everyone was here. 

I didn’t step forward, just observed from the back. If I walked into that mass, the attention would all flood onto me and at the moment, I savored my calm. 

A large crowd of women faced a platform. And on the platform, a familiar figure spoke. 

“Hana?” 

Yes Cheon Hana. 

I recalled she had been put in charge of forming an investigation team, tasked with locating the succubi’s stronghold. Most likely, this crowd was the expedition. 

“Hm.” 

So many people mobilized, using their own connections and sorceries to “search” for my sanctuary. 

They had even narrowed down the range already exposure was inevitable. 

Yet I felt no fear. 

―Eighty percent of the troop is comprised of your slaves, Master. I would’ve made it a hundred, but a few insisted on volunteering to please the Shaman directly. Still, you need not worry. Just focus solely on corrupting the Shaman. 

Such were Hana’s words so considerate. For such loyalty, I rewarded her with protective womb enchantments and delighted in pounding her ripe body during early pregnancy. 

As I idly watched the expedition muster, Hana must have felt my gaze. She looked back. 

“…!” 

Thinking I had come to see her off, she beamed and waved happily. 

And at once the other women followed her lead, smiling to me as if for the same reason. 

I waved back lightly, then returned to the barn. 

Waiting there my mother. 

“My son, you’re home.” 

“You’re here, Mother.” 

I embraced her, pressing against her ample breasts, while she rubbed me through the lower half. 

It was a greeting only this mother and son could ever share. 

“To what do I owe your visit?” 

“Do I need a reason to come see my child?” 

“No, that’s not what I mean…” 

“Ho ho, I jest.” 

She laughed brightly, without even covering her mouth. Just chatting small things with her was happiness itself. 

Perhaps something good had happened, though I hadn’t asked. She soon explained: 

“You know the expedition has deployed today?” 

“Yes, I just watched them.” 

“The Shaman thinks since this is an unprecedentedly massive search finding succubi will be as easy as pie.” 

“Is that so.” 

Of course the Shaman knew everything. But the expedition would stall and return eventually. 

My task: corrupt her before she sensed deception. 

“And so?” 

“She’s calling our families together to set a date for the wedding at last.” 

So the day was finally here? 

“She called us all?” 

“Yes. Finally, we will get to mate in front of the Shaman herself.” 

She clasped the back of my neck, grinding her abdomen hungrily against my stiff cock. 

Slip, slide. 

The fabric separated us, yet the contact still thrilled. 

“I look forward to it. To feeling just how good your cock will be.” 

Sliiide! 

“And doesn’t the Shaman think that me and Ye-eun, being your mother and sister, fucking you will humiliate us?” 

“When in fact it’s the opposite.” 

“Hmmph♥” 

I grabbed her tight buttocks, rotating my palm in hard circles. 

The soft mass rolled wide in my hands, nearly swallowing her panties whole. 

“Tomorrow she’s invited us to lunch. Don’t eat beforehand.” 

“Understood.” 

She enjoyed my cock’s grinding strokes, then gazed at me and kissed my cheek. 

It seemed she debated kiss placement and the restraint she showed by aiming for my cheek was a feat. 

I called after her retreating back  

“Wear something lacy and pretty.” 

Her reply floored me. 

“I won’t wear any underwear at all. My son, you shouldn’t either.” 

“…So perversion runs in the blood after all.” 

I wondered perhaps Father hadn’t died by chance, but from the strain of all this. 

“Eat heartily.” 

The Shaman looked around the seated families and lifted her spoon. 

“Thank you for this gracious gathering, Shaman.” 

“It is honor to our clan.” 

Not until she took her first bite did the others begin. 

It was meant to be bonding between future kin, but the air was frosty. 

For Jihan’s family, the Shaman was but prey, a bitch to be broken. 

And the Shaman herself despised the Medical Director and sought her punishment. 

Instead of a direct sentence, she had conceived a “clever punishment” letting mother and daughter bed their son, bearing his children, so the Shaman could herself command and exploit those offspring. 

So the key point today was: in the incestuous union to come, how would the Medical Director react? 

‘If his cock is truly that magnificent… watching them succumb will be a delight.’ 

She wanted to see their haughty, proud faces crumble under guilt and ecstasy. 

Patience was not in her nature. Endurance belonged to the weak. She, born to reign as Shaman, owed no such quality. 

So she smirked at her own thought why not begin with a little “warm up” game? 

“These tensions are no good. Surely there must be some fun to be had? Let us play.” 

Her remark startled the others it was ill-fit for a meal. 

Yet recalling last night’s massage in the mass of semen, she remembered Nabi’s words. 

“I heard once of a game outside called the ‘King’s Game.’” 

I looked at her. My face betrayed a mischievous smile, though I kept polite composure. 

“Yes,” I said, setting down my spoon. “Sticks marked with numbers and one with ‘King’ are drawn at random. Whoever the King commands, must obey.” 

Hearing the rules as she had been told, she rinsed her mouth with lukewarm tea. 

“A game of arrogance indeed.” 

“The young mostly use it for lewd acts. Since the order must be obeyed, it channels youthful lust perfectly.” 

“Hmm… interesting. But tomorrow, shall I be under anyone’s command? Unthinkable. Even if it is only play… I will not be ordered.” 

“That is obvious. None dare issue commands to you. Instead, you may monopolize the King’s role.” 

The Shaman had smiled then, accepting Nabi’s counsel. 

“So be it. I shall always be the King here. Any objection?” 

She locked eyes with the Medical Director. 

“If any, it is that Shaman should stoop to being merely a ‘King.’ Let us rather call this a ‘God’s Game.’ The rules the same, only the name changed.” 

“Ha! For even such a stiff soul as the Medical Director to flatter me yes, let it be so.” 

She laughed richly, presenting the box of sticks already inscribed with her sorcery, so she might know who drew which. 

“Then, first command: Number One and Number Three kiss.” 

Though she longed to demand immediate coupling, she remembered Nabi’s advice begin gently, raise the heat slowly. 

And when she saw the awkward daughter and son nervously obey with lips meeting, she recognized that wisdom. 

“The game begins now… this shall be fun.” 

“…Lunacy.” 

This dinner would run longer than anyone expected.