Side Story: Jo Myeong-hak, Part 2
September 10, 2003 — the day before Chuseok.
Fuck. Why the hell is traffic this bad today of all days.
Myeong-hak couldn't stop thinking about his son Jeong-cheol, who had lost his mind after watching Hyeon-ju's sex tape and ended up committed to a psychiatric hospital.
Hyeon-ju had ignored every text he'd sent about Jeong-cheol's hospitalization. His resentment toward her kept climbing, but he had no way of finding her.
That dog of a bitch.
He'd hired private investigators, only to be turned away every time — she was protected under the bigamy information privacy statutes. Even when he offered more money, they threw him out, asking if he wanted them rotting in prison for twenty years.
And Myeong-hak couldn't focus on a single thing, consumed by regret that he hadn't taken Jeong-a's and Mi-suk's side in that video. In the end, he'd been handed a forced resignation the week before and let go. Reduced to a wreck of a man, reemployment was a pipe dream.
The images wouldn't leave his head — Jeong-a and Mi-suk impaled on a Black man's cock, wailing. Even the way they'd screamed in ecstasy while skewered on Hyeon-ju's strap-on.
Jeong-a and Mi-suk are the same. Whores who lose their minds the second they see a big dick.
And the sight of them perfectly content living as pets had left him unable to get hard at all. His lust still boiled, but ever since watching that tape, his cock refused to respond.
Before he knew it, he'd arrived at his eldest brother's house in Chungju. He looked up at the large residence, then opened the door and stepped inside.
A silent house. As if the family ancestral graves had been sited wrong, every last woman of this household had vanished. They had all divorced in February — and like Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui, the sisters-in-law, nieces, and nieces-in-law hadn't merely gone missing. They had simply disappeared.
The front door of the mansion stood open. Inside, his eldest brother, his eldest nephew, his second brother, and his younger nephew sat staring blankly into space. Every one of them wore the same hollow-eyed look he and his brother-in-law Seung-woo had worn.
Don't tell me… they got hit by John Johnson too?
"Hyung-nim."
"Ah… you're here…"
His eldest brother, Jo Myeong-hyeok, greeted him without strength. The house looked as though it hadn't been cleaned in days, and despite Chuseok, nothing had been prepared. Even his second brother seemed drained of all energy.
And his eldest nephew, Seong-cheol, was holding a videotape, hesitating over something. The thought that watching a video might finally let him get hard sent Myeong-hak lunging forward to snatch it away.
A Day in the Life of Bitches
September 1, 2003
Featuring: Ko Mal-ja, Jo Na-jung, Kim Kyeong-ah, Ha Jeong-suk, Jo Na-young, Lee Mi-jin, Yoo Jeong-a, Kim Mi-suk, Kang Ae-ri
Starring: John Johnson
Filmed by: Jo Eun-hui, Park Hyeon-ju
Insane…
"Don't tell me you all got hit by John Johnson too?"
"Hm? Yeah. What kind of grudge does he have against us… even our daughters and daughters-in-law…"
His second brother, Myeong-hun, seethed with anger, but there was no force behind it. And as everyone's eyes locked onto the tape, something like a flicker of excitement showed through.
Before he realized what he was doing, Myeong-hak had shoved the tape into the player. The screen crackled, then resolved — and there he was, that bastard John Johnson, a man Myeong-hak would gladly chew up and spit out.
"Happy Chuseok, everybody!!! This is the last video. Think of it as a little report card — a simple look at how your women are living. Come on, follow me. Eun-hui, Hyeon-ju, stop shaking and film properly."
The Black man grinned wide, and the camera bobbed up and down.
"Yes, Master."
Hyeon-ju's voice. Something like rage surged up in Myeong-hak's throat — but before he knew it, he too had sunk to the floor, staring blankly at the screen.
John Johnson's house was enormous. A long structure stretching front to back, with a glimpse of a terrace. He walked through the living room for a while, then stopped in front of a door and glanced down at a sack of feed sitting on the floor.
"Know what this is? Human feed. Top-grade nutrition for doggy play. This one's for our Jessie and Jenny."
DoggyPlay feed. John Johnson hoisted the sack labeled as such, while beside him Eun-hui appeared and began scooping the other feed into silver dog bowls.
"Hyung-nim. Eun-hui is the ringleader. She said it herself — she was the first toilet. That bitch. That ungrateful bitch."
"What? Really?… Seong-cheol. Back in February, Eun-hui came down, and then your mother, your sister, and your wife all disappeared, right?"
"Yes, Father. Auntie came down and texted my wife that the women were going on a trip together. The next day, the divorce papers arrived."
"For us it was Hyeon-ju. She came down to Cheongju, met with all the women, and then they vanished… Grr… those bitches…"
So it really had been Eun-hui who'd pulled them all in. Her ungrateful face vanished off-screen a moment later.
"What if those bitches found out they're half-sisters?"
A flicker of unease ran through him. What if they had uncovered everything?
"What? Little Uncle, sisters?"
At that, the second brother let out a long sigh and began to explain.
"We three brothers are not Jo Byeong-ho's biological sons, Seong-cheol."
Sensing something serious was coming, Myeong-hak paused the video. On the frozen frame, through the half-open door, two retrievers grown nearly to full size could be seen emerging.
Ian's grandfather, Jo Byeong-ho, had not been the biological father of the three brothers sitting in this room.
Hyeon-ju's father and Mal-ja — Byeong-ho's wife, who had lived in the neighboring village — had been involved since before either of them married. But in that era, you couldn't refuse a match arranged by the family. Hyeon-ju's father, then only a first-year middle schooler, had no choice but to let Mal-ja go.
The two lovers were torn apart, and Mal-ja became Byeong-ho's wife. She might have fallen for Byeong-ho, a man of unusually strong virility — but the trauma of that forced separation left Mal-ja frigid toward him, little better than a stone woman, and the pain never stopped.
In the end, the old flame with Park Jin-cheol next door reignited, and that was how the two older brothers were born. Of course Byeong-ho's daughter Eun-gyeong — Ian's mother — was born in between, but the affair continued. Myeong-hak was born, and around 1972 they were finally caught by Park Jin-cheol's wife, Ko Sun-jeong.
Hyung-nim. I'm sorry.
You bastard… how long has this been going on.
This is the first time.
Soft-hearted Byeong-ho had forgiven it — but Sun-jeong was another matter. Jin-cheol's wife and Hyeon-ju's mother, unable to contain her fury, had gone to Byeong-ho on her ovulation day and thrown herself at him. Hyeon-ju was the result.
From then on, the two men simply swapped wives. Their children and the villagers never found out — until Jin-cheol died and left an inheritance to the three brothers, and they learned the truth. Of course Myeong-hak's share had been swallowed whole by Myeong-hyeok and Myeong-hun.
And around 1987, when Eun-gyeong returned from America with DNA test results from samples she'd taken, the findings were devastating. Byeong-ho's only children were Eun-gyeong, Eun-hui, and Hyeon-ju. Sun-jeong's son and Myeong-hak — the three brothers — were all Jin-cheol's children.
The contempt in Eun-gyeong's eyes when she flew back to Korea clutching those test results… it had also been the decisive break between Myeong-hak and his mother Mal-ja. (Coincidentally, she shared a name with his eldest sister-in-law.)
"So my real grandfather is Little Aunt's father?"
Seong-cheol and Min-cheol, having heard the filthy secret history of their mongrel family tree, asked Myeong-hun in a daze. Contempt clung to their voices. Watching his second brother bow his head in grim silence was almost pitiful.
"That's why we get to live in a house this big. Old man Jo Byeong-ho didn't leave a scrap of property behind."
"Did Grandfather Byeong-ho know before he died?"
"No. He never even suspected. We all took after our mother, and he only ever doubted Myeong-hak, who looked the most like Father Jin-cheol."
"Then why didn't Little Uncle get any money…"
"Because he sucked Ian dry instead. And we never touched that."
The two nephews nodded. It was true enough — in exchange for taking none of Jin-cheol's inheritance, Myeong-hak had collected millions of won every month from both of Ian's parents. His brothers had never interfered with that arrangement.
Silence settled over the room. It was a filthy story, after all. Adultery, wife-swapping, and they themselves the products of it.
"Myeong-hak, keep watching."
His eldest brother glanced at his son, then looked at Myeong-hak and urged him on, as if trying to change the subject. Myeong-hak nodded and hit play again.
"Jessie, Jenny. I'm giving you food, so go on back."
"Woof!!!"
Were six-month-old retrievers really that big? At the word "food," both dogs pricked up their ears, turned around, and trotted off.
Then the door swung fully open.
"Holy shit…"
Seong-cheol's gasp. Myeong-hak felt a curse rising in his own throat too.
The room was quite large — and yet it looked packed, thanks to the doghouses lined along every wall. Each one had a nameplate, and every name matched a woman listed on the tape.
The real dogs, Jessie and Jenny, occupied the innermost spots on the side opening onto the terrace. The women had been crouched inside their doghouses; the moment John Johnson entered, they came scrambling out, panting hard.
"Keh… woof!!! Hah, hah."
Mi-suk crawled forward in excitement, only to jerk short against the leash tethered to her doghouse, writhing in pain — and still she greeted John Johnson. Exactly like a bitch in heat…
"They really look like dogs. Every last one of them…"
His eldest brother's low murmur…
"Settle down, you mutts!"
"Woof!!!"
The instant the words left John Johnson's mouth, they all squatted in front of their bowls, hands planted on the floor, waiting.
Damn it. Getting hard watching this.
A throb. At the sight of the women's exposed cunts, the cock that hadn't risen in months stirred to life. He glanced around — everyone else was shifting awkwardly in the same condition.
Rustle—
Hyeon-ju, poured into black latex, set the camera down, took the sack, and began portioning out the feed one by one. Eun-hui, in the same outfit, carried bowls over and set them in front of the real dogs, Jessie and Jenny.
Once every portion was served, the women simply stared fixedly at Jessie and Jenny.
"So the tattoos were real. Father… sob… Kyeong-ah… why are you living like that."
Eldest nephew Seong-cheol burst into tears and clung to Myeong-hyeok. Min-cheol slammed his fist into the floor and spat out his rage.
"Fuck… Mi-jin… that whore of a bitch."
Crotch tattoos. Every single one of them bore a crotch tattoo, their bodies glittering with piercings. Lewd, degraded bodies. And stranger still — starting with the eldest sisters-in-law, they all looked somehow younger, which only made it hurt worse. Proof that this life agreed with them.
"Jessie, Jenny — eat!!"
"Woof!!!"
Only once the dogs buried their muzzles in their food did the former nieces-in-law, Kyeong-ah and Mi-jin, lower their mouths to their bowls. Then came the nieces Na-jung and Na-young, followed by his former lovers Jeong-a and Mi-suk, then Ae-ri — supposedly his brother-in-law's mistress — all jamming their faces into the bowls and devouring the feed like animals.
The eldest and second sisters-in-law glanced around cautiously before carefully setting their mouths to the food, and John Johnson threw his head back and laughed.
"The dogs in this house take hierarchy seriously. Jessie and Jenny are ranked one and two among them. Next are Kyeong-ah and Mi-jin… Heh. Seong-cheol, Min-cheol — you two were one-minute men with these girls, weren't you? The Jo family is a real gourmet spot. Why so many myeong-gi?"
Every eye turned to Seong-cheol and Min-cheol. The nephews nodded.
Myeong-gi, just like Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui?
He pictured his nieces-in-law's ordinary faces. To think they'd been hiding something like that. He knew all too well, through Hyeon-ju, how a myeong-gi clamped down — so he could understand, at least somewhat, the sense of loss they must be feeling. Of course, having a myeong-gi for a wife tended to crush a man's self-esteem… but that sensation was unforgettable.
"Taste good, mutts?"
"Woof!!!"
Niece-in-law Kyeong-ah barked as their representative. Then Johnson turned toward the camera and grinned.
"These girls all have names as my women, my bitches — but to me they're just mutts. Every last one of them, mutts. Want to know something? Except for Kyeong-ah and Mi-jin, every single one of them has eaten their own shit at least once. Real mutts… kekeke."
Insane…
John Johnson walked over and dipped his foot into Sister-in-law Mal-ja's water bowl. She beamed and lapped at his foot along with the water. The others watched with naked envy — and every man in the living room felt the crushing weight of defeat.
We lost again… She looks far too happy.
Treated like dogs, called mutts — and still they looked utterly blissful. Every last one of the women, without exception.
"All mutts, human mode. In honor of today's shoot, I'll let each of you cum once. Finish your food, go to the living room, and get on all fours."
"Yes!!! Master!!!"
Kyeong-ah answered and shoveled the feed down in a frenzy. Then every woman attacked her bowl like it was combat, all of them shaking their hips — and the dog tails rising and swaying with every movement…
"Eun-hui, Hyeon-ju — you two first. Come on, I'll fuck you."
"Yes!!!"
The camera stayed fixed on Kyeong-ah and the others. Johnson vanished off-screen. Before long Hyeon-ju's moans rang out, and the women still eating shuddered — then Kyeong-ah stood up first.
"Jessie Unni, Jenny Unni, I'm going out for a bit."
And in a moment of pure shock, Kyeong-ah bowed deeply to the golden retrievers, then crawled out of frame on all fours. The other women followed one after another… each of them bowing to the dogs before disappearing. Beaming, eyes sparkling with anticipation…
Jessie and Jenny nodded like people — trained, apparently — then slipped away between the curtains once the women were gone. The screen went dark.
The shock of watching them bow to dogs. Myeong-hak's underwear was soaked through with cum, and still he could do nothing but sit there with his mouth hanging open.
Soon the living room where Myeong-hak sat filled thickly with the scent of chestnut blossoms.
Damn it…
Having finished himself, Myeong-hak was in no position to blame anyone else. He quietly stood and headed for the bathroom.