[Beautiful, sharp-tongued but soft-hearted stepmother shou vs clingy, sweet-on-the-outside-and-dark-inside stepdaughter gong]
[Dark and twisted | taboo | immoral | real stepmother romance]
[Same-sex marriage is legal; third-person narration]
When I was fourteen, the person I hated most was my mom's new wife.
She had red lips and curly hair, and she was so charming that every frown and smile of hers was irresistible.
Everyone liked her. I was the only one who wanted to see her humiliated.
She had stolen Mom from me.
When I was sixteen, after something happened to Mom, this stupid woman actually wanted to die too.
But after I caught her, she stared at me through tear-streaked eyes and said:
“I'm sorry. I'll stay with you until you're grown...”
“Then I'll go... be with your mom...”
I finally got what I wanted: I saw her at her most wretched.
But why did I only want to hold her and kiss her?
After that, I started seducing her in cruel little ways. I pretended to be scared of nightmares so I could climb into her bed, then used missing Mom as an excuse to steal a kiss.
Once I became an adult, I grew harder and harder to satisfy. I wanted her lips, her body, all of her.
“Mommy, everyone laughs at me because I've never kissed anyone...”
“Please... prove that I'm loved.”
She scolded me harshly, but afterward she softened and indulged me.
But even when we'd kissed until our lips went numb, she still treated it as a child's clingy affection. Her gaze held only tenderness, never desire.
I finally laid everything bare and told her clearly that I loved her. She slapped me hard enough to leave my ears ringing. But that night, she knocked on my door again with an ice pack to bring down the swelling on my face.
She looked as if she was terribly worried about me. I thought she loved me too.
But the next day, she announced she was dating someone again and ordered me to give up.
One rainy night, I came home early and heard intimate sounds coming from her room.
I thought she was doing something with another woman. The world fell apart around me, and I wanted to die right then and there.
Until I understood what I was hearing.
The voice was choked with sobs, full of pleasure and restraint, crying out again and again...
It was my name.
*The main text will probably be in third person, but may switch to first person
*Blurb archived on 2025.4.19
Theme: A twisted, taboo thrill
