Room Assignments
First things first — time to assign rooms.
Cramming more than ten slaves into a space this tight was more than even I was willing to deal with. Come to think of it, had they said this place was mine now? I could have asked Lee Yuna, but I didn't bother. I just pulled out my phone and searched.
There were legal systems in this world, apparently — but they weren't administered by any government. That was left to the gods. There wasn't a proper nation so much as a collection of factions. Coordinates existed to mark a location, sure, but there was no such thing as a registered address. The laws of this world had already recognized the One-Room Building as mine. That much I managed to figure out from a bit of web surfing.
By the time I finished browsing, the slaves had lined up neatly in front of the bed.
"How long dost thou intend to keep us standing here...?"
Mistia grumbled. I glanced her way, and she flinched — the memory of the Suppression Skill still fresh — then quickly averted her eyes.
"Shut up."
"...Understood."
Mistia answered in a suddenly polite voice, of all things.
"Oh... that's fucking adorable."
The moment I called her cute, she twitched.
"A-are you going to inflict upon me the same vile acts thou didst upon those women?!"
She jabbed a finger at me, her face flushing red. This bitch had probably been pressed up against the bathroom door, listening to every last second of it.
"Isn't that fucking obvious?"
"Eek... thou art a brute!"
Mistia wrapped her arms around herself and fled into the corner. I considered putting her to work, then decided to handle the room assignments first.
"Lee Yuna, Lee Jina, Lee Heeran — you three pick a room and share it. Take the unit right next door."
"Yes."
"Understood."
The women of the Hwaryeong Lee Clan — a matriarchal family, from the looks of it — seemed genuinely happy to be reunited. Lee Jina, the younger sister, turned to me.
"Forgive the impertinence before you, Master, but may we greet each other for a moment?"
"Go ahead."
The instant I gave permission, Lee Jina threw herself at Lee Yuna.
"Sister...!"
"Jina!"
"My girls... thank goodness. To be gathered together again, to flourish once more under a good master. We belong to this man now — all we need do is carry on his bloodline."
"Yes...!"
"Ahh, thank goodness. Sister, you're safe."
"Mm...!"
The cute little things tangled together in a heap. Pretty faces that all resembled one another, each with a different chest size... Lee Heeran, too — neither her figure nor her face gave any hint that she'd aged. This being an erotic game, I figured the world had a built-in rule that people simply didn't get old.
"Hey, housekeeper."
"Yes?"
Lee Heeran, who had already agreed to serve as housekeeper, answered at once.
"Come closer."
"Yes."
The old woman approached, then flushed in a way that was almost indecently girlish. I caught her chin and turned her face this way and that, taking her in. Not a single wrinkle.
"You always age this well?"
"Y-yes..."
Bashfulness seemed to run in the family. I kept talking.
"You'll do. What's the usage history on that pussy?"
"No one but my husband."
"You're mine now."
"Of course..."
"Don't you feel sorry for your dead husband?"
"Master is far greater and far more distinguished than my previous husband ever was."
"So if some guy better than me comes along, you'll just throw yourself at him?"
"Th-that's not it at all! For us, the only one who is truly fitting is you, Master. From this day forward, the one the Hwaryeong Lee Clan loves shall be Master and Master alone."
"That so?"
I looked her over, then spoke.
"Go stand back over there."
"Yes."
I figured I'd inspect the second batch of slaves one by one.
No. 69 had brown hair and, like No. 74, was wearing a cow-print bikini.
No. 892 had silver hair and wore a sexy high-leg dress.
Lee Heeran, dressed in a traditional hanbok, gazed at me with a lingering, smoldering look. She was looking at me the way a woman looks at a master she's thoroughly satisfied with.
Lee Jina, too, wore a faint smile, her hands folded neatly before her as she regarded me with polite deference.
Last was Baek Hana — black hair in twintails, cuter and more petite than any of the others. And yet her chest was plump and full, her thighs taut and springy — the kind of body you'd want to sit on your lap and fuck. Korean girls really were gorgeous, I'd give them that. Even if they technically came from other worlds, so there was some difference.
I admired the lineup for a while, then scratched my head.
"How far did I get with the room assignments?"
"You assigned a room for our Lee Clan, Master."
Lee Heeran answered before Lee Yuna could — apparently the real authority in the Hwaryeong Lee Clan still sat with the elder.
"Lee Yuna, you answer."
"Y-yes..."
"From now on, Yuna, you're the Clan Head. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
Just like that, I handed her the succession. I groped Lee Yuna again as I looked over the other women.
"Hmm... Numbered Slaves, you'll wait in my room with me."
"Understood."
That took care of six of them already.
"The two otherkin."
"Yes."
"What is it now?"
"You two pick whatever rooms you want, one each. And Hana, Somi."
Slaves lost their surnames by default, so aside from the Lees, I dropped the family names when I called them.
"Yes."
"Yes..."
"You two share a room. Pick something decent."
And with that, the room assignments were done.
"Husband, then we shall take the Numbered Slaves and those without surnames and put the interior of the One-Room Building in order."
Already angling to establish a hierarchy, Lee Yuna seized the opening and spoke up. I didn't see it as opportunistic. It was only natural. I nodded. Wasn't that just human nature? Lee Yuna was playing to that nature and using her head at just the right moment — I considered that competence. It'd be a pain in the ass if it were used against me, but I was the one allowing it.
"Do it."
"Yes."
"At last I shall have a moment's rest to myself. Hohoho."
Mistia was the first one out the door. The rest of them, following Lee Yuna's lead, started to file out as well. And just like that, the room felt empty.
"Hey, No. 74."
"Yes, Master."
I called No. 74 back just as she was about to leave.
"You're staying. Service my body."
"Understood."
No. 74 came over, idly touching herself between the legs, then asked:
"Shall I use my pussy, or my mouth?"
"Use your mouth."
"Yes."
At my answer she stopped fingering herself — she'd been working up her juices — and crawled between my legs. Then she started sucking my cock with a skill that put Lee Yuna to shame.
Shlurrp. Slurp. Shlurrp. Slurp. Shluup. Suuuck... suck... suck... suck...
The rhythm was so steady, so patterned, it was barely an exaggeration to call her a machine. Or a musical instrument — the timing was that precise.
"Ugh, you crazy fucking bitch..."
Suuuck. Suck. Suuuck. Suck.
No. 74 slowed down, glancing up as if checking whether something was wrong.
"Keep going."
Suuuck-suuuck-suuuck, suck! Suuuck-suuuck-suuuck, suck!
The instant permission dropped, she went at it with violent intensity.
"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna cum so hard—"
I came the second the words left my mouth, and No. 74 swallowed every drop. Then she pulled away.
"Thank you for granting me the opportunity to serve you. Master, please make use of me again."
I stared at her like she'd lost her mind.
"Why'd you stop? Keep sucking."
"But you have already ejaculated... Ah. Your virility is extremely potent. I have confirmed that Master's stamina is extremely powerful. From now on, I shall continue fellatio service until you tell me to stop."
She waited for permission. I gave it.
"Do it. Use those uselessly huge tits too."
"My breasts are so large that Master's penis may become completely buried. In that case, simultaneous oral intercourse would not be possible."
"What? Try it anyway."
No. 74 brought her breasts together and wrapped them around my cock. It vanished completely. How fucking big are these things? Mine wasn't small, either — but I remembered something I'd picked up somewhere: to do a titjob and a blowjob at the same time, the guy had to be packing enough length. Goddammit. I changed the request.
"Just use your tits, then."
"Yes."
No. 74 squeezed her breasts until milk beaded at the nipples, then used the milk like lotion as she started working my cock. The slickness was otherworldly — like my cock had slipped into another dimension. My balls sank into that soft, pillowy flesh and got rubbed against it, and I was already on the verge of blowing.
"F...uck."
There was no way in hell I could hold this back. My cock, wrung out like it was in a juicer, came between her breasts.
Slurp. Lick...
No. 74 licked up every last drop of cum in the filthiest, hottest way imaginable — then went ahead and drank her own breast milk, the stuff she'd been using as lube. Fuck. What kind of training curriculum had the slave traders and slave breeders put together to produce a bitch like this?
No. 74 made my cock vibrate inside her mouth. Her cheeks trembled with the effort, a sight so strange it was almost hypnotic. This fucking... she's a blowjob specialist. Were No. 69 and No. 892 at this level too? I'd felt Lee Yuna's mouth and wondered if she was really a virgin. Looking at this, that suspicion was downright embarrassing. These insane, cock-hungry whores. And from now on, holes like these were going to be mine exclusively — sucking down my cum whenever I wanted.
I'd already blown twice in a row, and No. 74 had swallowed every bit of it. Now she was bobbing her head with movements optimized specifically for my cock. The skill was genuinely insane.
"Holy shit... No. 74, you're actually incredible. You crazy bitch... you're a goddamn milking machine."
I said it in admiration, and No. 74 — knowing no reply was needed — stayed focused on my cock. Suck. Suuuck. That, in itself, was answer enough.
I was still enjoying her, still marveling, when Lee Yuna punched in the front door passcode — one I hadn't even told her — and walked in.
"Master, I had a matter to inquire about, and have committed the discourtesy of entering unbidden."
"Spit it out. Ugh, fuck... you crazy whore..."
"Pardon?"
"You figured out the passcode, but you didn't know I was talking to this No. 74 bitch?"
"Ah... ahem. In any case, what I wished to convey is that there is a larger room upstairs. I wished to ask why you remain in quarters so small."
A bigger room? That jogged something in my memory. The top floor of the One-Room Building was meant for the owner's household. The square footage up there was far more generous. If it was empty, there was no reason not to take it.