The Claiming of What Is Mine
The door to the bedroom closed with a soft click, sealing the space from the outside world. The sound of footsteps in the corridor, the faint presence of servants moving about, and even the distant daytime noises drifting from the garden—all of it was cut off. Only the two of them remained in the quiet room.
Ha-yeon stood motionless in the center of the chamber for a long time, unable to speak. Just moments ago, her emotions had surged like boiling steam, rising all the way to the top of her head. But once the door shut and silence settled in, that heat began to cool. The words she had spat out in front of her mother resurfaced one by one, and her face hardened.
Have I lost my mind? Ha-yeon clenched her teeth inwardly. What on earth did I say in front of Mother…? When asked if she had taken a lover, she had answered, “If that’s the case, then yes.” And that wasn’t all. Remarks about test-tube babies, keeping a mistress after a political marriage, and how it wouldn’t matter since it was another woman. The usual her would never have spoken so recklessly. No matter how irritated or emotionally shaken she felt, she would have drawn the line more coldly, more precisely.
But today, her emotions had moved faster than her mouth. Ha-yeon slowly pressed a hand to her forehead. She had even dismissed all the servants in the house and ordered that no one approach. Leaving her alone with Kang Ha-ri in the entire estate!
At this point, everyone would surely notice. It would be no surprise if rumors spread that the successor of the Wonju Yang Family was rolling around in bed with her favored maid in broad daylight. The moment that thought crossed her mind, Ha-yeon imagined it for the briefest instant.
A sunlit room. Ha-ri pinned beneath her hands on the bed. Cheeks flushed, unable to meet her eyes, yet clearly waiting for her touch. Hair looser than usual, clothes hastily removed, pale skin standing out even more vividly against the bright scenery. That image was… incredibly tempting—
Ha-yeon immediately shook her head. No. This was something to be ashamed of. As the successor of the Wonju Yang Family, she had her dignity to uphold. A person of her stature, indulging in lewd acts with a mere maid in the middle of the day! Yet another voice rose naturally within her.
…Is it really so wrong?
Ha-ri loved her. There was no room for doubt in her words or behavior. And Ha-yeon did not dislike Ha-ri. In fact, she had been drawn to her for quite some time. Among all the servants and maids who attended her, the moment she singled out one and summoned her to the bedroom, the answer had perhaps already been decided.
Wasn’t that enough? Ha-ri would likely welcome it. After all, she would become not just an ordinary maid, but Yang Ha-yeon’s personal mistress. Ha-yeon’s gaze naturally drifted toward Ha-ri.
Ever since entering the room, Ha-ri had remained silent. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, the tips of her fingers trembling faintly. It didn’t seem to stem purely from fear.
She may not show it outwardly, but she could be rejoicing and anticipating this.
Once that thought took hold, Ha-ri appeared even prettier and more endearing than usual. At that moment, Ha-ri spoke.
“Miss. There is something I must show you.”
Ha-yeon blinked. “Show me?”
Instead of answering, Ha-ri slowly reached for the tie at her waist. Her deliberate movements, as if steeling herself for something, only heightened the tension. The outer robe slipped off first, pooling at her feet, followed by the inner layers. Ha-yeon’s mind raced in a strange direction.
What is this? Isn’t this too fast? Perhaps she thought there was no need to maintain appearances since their feelings were mutual. Or maybe she had prepared something. Show me? Could it be seductive lingerie? How bold of Ha-ri—though she had never been this forward before. Had Ha-yeon pushed her that far—?
While Ha-yeon’s imagination ran wild, Ha-ri removed even her undergarments, revealing her bare body. And at that point, Ha-yeon’s thoughts came to a complete halt.
Between Ha-ri’s legs hung something that should never have been there on a woman. Ha-yeon’s lips parted unconsciously.
“…Huh?”
She scanned Ha-ri from head to toe several times. Chest, waist, hips, thighs, and back to the groin. Each pass made her wonder if she had imagined it, but no matter how many times she looked, it did not disappear. There, alongside a vagina, was a long, firm penis. Even without being fully erect, its presence was undeniable—an organ utterly alien to a female body.
Ha-ri clasped her hands in front of her and hunched her shoulders slightly. Her expression was a mixture of shame and fear.
“I… I don’t know why it became like this either, so I tried to hide it…” Her voice was low and trembling. “I was afraid that if you found out, you would abandon me… I’m sorry for deceiving you.”
Ha-yeon’s eyes darkened. “That body of yours cannot be explained away as suddenly awakening to some peculiar martial art.”
Ha-ri squeezed her eyes shut. She had expected those words. Ha-yeon continued coldly, laying out the facts.
“A body that can stretch like rubber. A severed arm that might regrow. But the spontaneous creation of an entirely new organ is impossible.”
This was not something that could be dismissed as martial prowess. The bedroom grew even quieter.
“Yesterday’s feats, and the fact that I didn’t notice… It must be the result of a contract with some lingering fragment of a god or a heteromorph that has been slithering about quietly somewhere.”
At those words, Ha-ri’s shoulders trembled faintly. She had been found out. She didn’t know exactly how much Ha-yeon had pieced together, but the direction was correct. Contractors with gods and those who colluded with heteromorphs were all treated as reactionaries who denied the current world—heretics and terrorists on par with the Pantheon. Kang Ha-ri had originally been a powerless maid scorned by everyone. If it became known that such a maid had joined hands with a remnant of a god, no one would bat an eye if her head were taken immediately.
Ha-ri waited for Ha-yeon’s decision. Her heart pounded violently, and her fingertips shook. Just imagining the moment Ha-yeon’s hand moved toward her blade made her freeze. But Ha-yeon’s next words were completely unexpected.
“So what?”
Ha-ri slowly lifted her head. “…Pardon?”
Even Ha-yeon herself felt a momentary strangeness at how easily those words had left her. But the answer had already taken root in her heart. The fact that Ha-ri had mustered the courage to confess on her own, the choice to reveal the truth to her despite trying to hide it—those things struck her with surprising force. Rather than disgust, what rose within her was a desire to protect. Possessiveness and attachment grew even stronger.
Her body changed? So what? Ha-ri is still Ha-ri. She is the woman who follows me, wants me, and says she wishes to stay by my side.
Ha-yeon stepped closer. Ha-ri trembled but did not run. She could not run, and she did not want to. Ha-yeon’s hand rose slowly and cupped Ha-ri’s cheek. The warmth of her palm transferred fully.
“You are my exclusive maid.”
Those words were far lower and clearer than before. “What is strange about me taking responsibility for what is mine?”
Ha-ri felt a sudden heat at the corners of her eyes. Strangely, that arrogant statement brought a wave of relief. Ha-yeon’s fingers brushed her cheek with the lightest touch.
“Do not let others discover it.” Her gaze slowly traveled over Ha-ri’s naked body before returning to her face. “Your most intimate places are for my eyes alone.”
Inside her mind, the goddess laughed.
See? I told you it would work out well.
For once, Ha-ri felt she could let even that meddlesome remark pass with a smile. She swallowed her trembling breath and nodded.
“…Yes, Miss.”
Having received the confirmation, Ha-yeon lowered the hand that had been stroking Ha-ri’s cheek. It slid past her neck, along her collarbone, and came to rest on her breast. Whether it was day or night no longer mattered. What mattered was that Ha-ri now stood naked before her, and that she had chosen to accept this body.
Ha-yeon asked in a low voice, “May I touch you?”
Since when had she ever asked permission? But the fact that she did so now only proved how precious Ha-ri had become to her. Ha-ri’s face flushed as she answered.
“If that is what you desire, Miss…”
Ha-yeon let out a small chuckle at those words. “As if that needed saying.”
Her hand closed firmly around the breast. The soft, heavy flesh yielded under her palm before springing back. When her thumb brushed across the nipple, Ha-ri’s shoulders immediately shuddered.
“Mmh…!”
Ha-yeon touched the other breast as well, as if confirming the reaction. Her touch was slow but held no hesitation. Ha-ri’s body had grown hypersensitive, caught between tension and anticipation. Her nipples quickly hardened, and her breathing grew heavier.
Ha-yeon drew even closer and lowered her head. Her lips touched the breast, then took the nipple into her mouth.
“Ah, Miss…”
Ha-ri’s hands fluttered in the air for a moment before carefully settling on Ha-yeon’s shoulders. Ha-yeon sucked with single-minded intensity. Her tongue rolled the nipple while her lips pressed and pulled, causing Ha-ri’s hips to twitch. At the same time, a different sensation began to swell below.
The penis granted by the goddess slowly stiffened and began to rise. Ha-yeon lifted her lips and lowered her gaze.
“Hmph.” She gave a short snort. Her hand moved downward and grasped Ha-ri’s cock. At first she stroked it experimentally, as if measuring its length and thickness. The hot, smooth flesh twitched beneath her palm.
Ha-ri drew in a sharp breath. “Haa…”
“How sensitive.”
Ha-yeon moved her hand slowly. The foreskin slid back to reveal the glans before covering it again, and the shaft swelled even harder. The strangeness of a cock attached to a woman’s body still felt unfamiliar, but the way it reacted in her grip was rather adorable. Ha-ri pressed her thighs together slightly, as if the throbbing below was too much to bear, but Ha-yeon parted those legs again and held them open.
“Don’t hide it. You took your clothes off yourself because you wanted to show me, didn’t you?”
At those words, Ha-ri’s face burned bright red. Even as shame flooded her, her cock grew even harder. Ha-yeon’s eyes narrowed with amusement. A moment later, she slowly bent her knees.
Ha-ri flinched in surprise, but Ha-yeon was already kneeling before her.
“M-Miss?”
“Be quiet.”
Ha-yeon lightly kissed the tip of the cock. That single contact nearly made Ha-ri’s knees buckle. Then her tongue licked upward from beneath the glans. The soft, warm, moist sensation traveled up her spine, and a desperate breath escaped Ha-ri’s lips.
“Ugh…!”
Ha-yeon opened her mouth fully and took the cock inside slowly. Rather than swallowing it all at once, she sucked carefully, as if savoring the taste. Every time her tongue rubbed the underside and her lips tightened around the head, Ha-ri’s shoulders trembled. She had not known that having her cock sucked could feel this good. It was entirely different from the sensation of thrusting into the goddess’s pussy in her dreams.
Ha-yeon pulled her lips back for a moment and asked, “Is this your first time?”
Ha-ri nodded, panting. Her face was flushed crimson. “I’m not sure if this is the right thing to say in this situation, but…” Her voice cracked. “Please take my virginity as well.”
Hearing that, Ha-yeon’s eyes curved slightly. It was a rare, playful expression. A memory from the past suddenly surfaced. The night she had first brought Ha-ri to her bedroom, spreading the virgin’s legs and breaking her hymen with her own fingers. The moment she had smeared the thin streak of virgin blood on her finger and licked it directly. The face that had been unable to even scream, eyes glistening with tears.
Ha-yeon chuckled softly. “Very well.”
She rose to her feet and said, “Then I shall give you my chastity as well. Consider it an honor.”
At those arrogant words, Ha-ri grew even more aroused. The fact that Yang Ha-yeon would openly declare herself a virgin and offer that purity to her—a mere maid—was an overwhelming, dreamlike moment.
Ha-yeon pushed Ha-ri toward the bed herself. Ha-ri moved as guided, first sitting on the edge before lying back fully. Ha-yeon undressed. The light of day flowed along her body. Trained shoulders and waist, firm muscles beneath feminine curves. The sight alone made Ha-ri’s throat go dry.
Ha-yeon climbed onto the bed. She straddled Ha-ri, rubbing her own pussy once with her hand. It was already wet. Ha-ri watched the sight without breathing. Ha-yeon looked down at her and said,
“Are you just going to keep staring?”
“Ah… I’m sorry.”
“Save your apologies for later.”
She gripped Ha-ri’s cock with her hand, aligning it with her entrance. The moment their hot, slick flesh touched, both of them swallowed short breaths at the same time.
“I’m putting it in.”
Ha-yeon slowly lowered her hips. “Ah, ah…!”
Ha-ri’s cock began to slide into her pussy. This was their first real penetration, not in a dream. The hot, tightly clenching interior gripped the shaft fiercely. Even Ha-yeon could not maintain her composure. The vaginal walls, which had never known intrusion, were forced open to accept the cock. She frowned slightly but did not stop, pressing her body down little by little. With a wet sound, she finally swallowed the entire length to the root.
A low breath escaped between Ha-yeon’s lips. “Haa…”
Ha-ri looked almost dazed. The pussy clenched around her cock as if it would crush it. It was incredibly hot, and the pleasure left her mind numb. The sensation of her own cock piercing a virgin—especially when that virgin was Yang Ha-yeon—only amplified the ecstasy.
Ha-yeon closed her eyes for a moment as if adjusting, then opened them again. She began to move her hips very slowly, rising and falling. The first few motions were cautious. But as she grew accustomed, her movements became smoother. In the cowgirl position, her breasts swayed each time her body rose and fell, and her inner walls stroked the cock up and down.
Ha-ri didn’t know where to put her hands. After flailing in the air, she finally grasped Ha-yeon’s waist.
“Miss, inside… it’s too…”
“Endure it.” Ha-yeon’s breathing had grown slightly ragged as well. “You’re the one who put it in.”
At those words, Ha-ri could no longer hold back. She pushed her hips upward. The sensation of striking deep inside made Ha-yeon let out her first proper moan.
“Mmh…!”
The sound was short, but it was fatal to Ha-ri. Yang Ha-yeon—the ever-stoic woman—was making such sounds on top of her. Her cock grew even harder. Ha-yeon’s hip movements quickened. The wet pussy gripped and rode the cock as the bed creaked. In Ha-ri’s vision, Ha-yeon’s swaying breasts, flushed cheeks, and slightly parted lips as she tried to hold back her voice flashed in turn.
Ha-yeon tried to maintain a calm expression as much as possible, but she could not completely hide her pleasure.
“Ha… Ah, there…”
“You’re feeling it too, Miss…”
“Don’t say unnecessary—Hngh!”
Ha-yeon couldn’t finish her sentence. Her hips trembled. Ha-ri grew more and more excited. Simply lying there and receiving was no longer enough. Even as the pressure and pleasure inside the pussy melted her mind, her body moved on instinct.
“Miss, I—”
Before she could finish, Ha-ri wrapped her arms around Ha-yeon’s waist and flipped their positions.
“Kyaa—!”
With a high-pitched cry, their postures changed. Ha-yeon was now beneath her, and Ha-ri loomed over her. Even Ha-ri looked startled—especially by the cute moan that had escaped Ha-yeon’s lips. But her cock remained buried inside the pussy, and their breaths had grown even hotter.
Ha-yeon blinked dazedly for a moment, then twisted the corner of her mouth.
“How insolent.”
Ha-ri panted, “I’m sorry, but… I can’t hold back any longer.”
She thrust her hips forward. “Ahh!”
The missionary position was completely different from cowgirl. This time Ha-ri moved aggressively. Her cock stabbed deep into the pussy, and Ha-yeon’s hips bucked against the bed. Ha-ri quickly found her rhythm. The experiences in her dreams with the goddess had not been in vain; the angle and depth of penetration came to her like instinct.
“Ha, ah… Miss, your pussy is squeezing so tightly…”
“Shut up. You’re the one who put it in—Ngh, not there—”
What had begun clumsily quickly turned rough and relentless. Each time the cock pulled out and plunged back in, a loud wet sound rang out, and Ha-yeon’s breathing fell into disarray. She tried to cover her face with her arm but eventually gave up, instead clutching the bedsheets tightly.
Ha-ri felt as if not only her cock but her entire lower abdomen was on fire. The way the pussy clenched felt so good that her mind grew hazy. Ha-yeon’s thighs gripped her sides, and every time the inner walls moved, it felt as though they were sucking her cock even deeper.
“Ah, ahh! I’m going to cum soon!”
It was her first time; she had no control. Her hips were already shaking. Ha-yeon reflexively wrapped her legs around Ha-ri’s waist. At the same time, she reached out and clung to her neck and back, as if refusing to let her pull out.
“Cum inside.”
Her voice was soaked with arousal but firm. “Don’t hold back.”
Ha-ri’s eyes widened. “But—”
“I permit it.”
At those words, what remained of her reason snapped. Ha-ri thrust deep and climaxed. The pussy tightened hotly around her as the tip of her cock trembled wildly, spilling semen deep inside.
“Aaaah—!”
It was not just once. Hot fluid poured into her without pause, again and again. Ha-yeon felt every pulse clearly. The scalding semen flooded the deepest part of her pussy, and the twitching cock kept pressing against that spot. She trembled and pulled Ha-ri’s back even tighter against her.
“Ha… Ugh, uuu…”
For a long while, neither of them could move. Their ragged breaths tangled together, filling the room. The daylight still lingered outside, yet the space on the bed felt like an entirely different time.
A moment later, when Ha-ri tried to pull out carefully, Ha-yeon spoke in a low voice.
“Stay like this for a moment.”
Ha-ri obediently complied. Her cock remained inside the pussy, still twitching faintly. Ha-yeon steadied her breathing, closed and opened her eyes, then spoke slowly.
“You are mine.”
Ha-yeon’s hand brushed Ha-ri’s hair back. “From the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I don’t particularly like the god who dared to lay a hand on your body and cause a permanent change, but…”
She lowered her gaze for a moment. Feeling the cock between Ha-ri’s legs that had not yet lost its vigor inside her, the corner of her mouth twisted slightly.
“…Well, this cock isn’t bad.”
At those words, Ha-ri’s face flushed crimson. Yang Ha-yeon was already calling it a cock, using such an explicit word. Even after one climax, the area below began to twitch and harden again. Ha-yeon noticed it immediately.
“Oh?” Her eyebrows rose subtly. “What is this? Are you still in the mood for more?”
Ha-ri hurriedly averted her eyes. “T-This is…”
“Don’t make excuses.”
Ha-yeon spoke with a somewhat delighted expression. “I was planning to be considerate of your stamina and stop after once. But now the story changes.”
She slowly sat up and adjusted her posture. Cold sweat broke out on Ha-ri’s back. Even one round had left her legs weak and her head foggy, yet Yang Ha-yeon now looked as if she had only just begun. The difference in stamina between a first-rate martial artist and an ordinary person who had only recently become a contractor with a god was far greater than expected.
Ha-yeon lifted Ha-ri’s chin with her fingertips.
“I am not yet fully satisfied, so you will have to work hard to endure.”
Ha-ri trembled faintly as she understood the meaning behind those words.
“Ah, ahh…”
The time that followed was a continuous blur for Ha-ri, as if her mind were melting away. Ha-yeon handled her with far more skill than at the beginning. No matter who was on top, the initiative ultimately belonged to her. Sometimes she would push Ha-ri down and open her pussy again; other times she would stroke the cock with her hand to force it back to full hardness. She used her lips, tongue, fingers, thighs—her entire body—to drive Ha-ri relentlessly.
At first Ha-ri tried to hold back her moans, but she soon lost even that composure. She clung to Ha-yeon while calling her name, writhed and shook her hips, muttered that she couldn’t take any more, yet offered her body again the moment the next wave of stimulation arrived. Ha-yeon did not miss a single one of those reactions. It was the process of taming the body of the woman with a cock whom she had declared as hers.
By the time the sun had sunk lower, Ha-ri was completely spent. After climaxing several times, her cock had gone beyond sensitive and felt raw, twitching even though almost no semen came out anymore. Yet Ha-yeon did not let her go until the very end. She spread the utterly exhausted body across the bed and milked out the final drops as if wringing her dry.
Ha-ri lay sprawled on the bed, panting. Her arms and legs refused to obey her. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes, and her cheeks burned. Ha-yeon looked down at her for a moment before slowly lying down beside her. Her breathing steadied relatively quickly. As expected, a martial artist’s recovery was on another level.
Neither of them spoke for a while. Only their body heat remained, overlapping on the sheets. Ha-ri barely managed to turn her head to look at Ha-yeon. Ha-yeon was smoothing her slightly disheveled hair with one hand as she spoke in a very quiet voice.
“Now you understand, don’t you?”
“…Understand what, Miss?”
“Who you belong to.”
Ha-ri let out a soft laugh. She had heard those words several times already, yet hearing them again after everything that had just happened felt entirely different. She struggled to move her body closer to Ha-yeon.
“Yes, Miss.”
She was drenched in exhaustion, yet strangely, that embrace felt peaceful. Outside, Ham Ji-yu was surely still suspicious, and the gazes within the family would only grow more complicated. The goddess inside her body would demand more sacrifices, and she had no idea how long this secret could be kept from everyone. Even so, this moment was precious.
Ha-ri was no longer simply a maid summoned to the bedroom, and Ha-yeon was no longer simply a master relieving her stress with a servant. And that truth terrified Ha-ri terribly while at the same time filling her with unbearable ecstasy.