Side Story: Go Sun-jeong
Go Sun-jeong's Point of View
February 10, 2003, around 8:00 p.m.
When Sun-jeong came to her senses, thick fog blanketed everything around her. Visibility dropped to less than three meters. She stood alone in the yard of the neighboring house—Byeong-ho's house.
Fear prickled her skin with goosebumps as a chilly aura swept through her body. In this yin-soaked space that felt as if a ghost might appear at any moment, Sun-jeong desperately wanted to bolt into Byeong-ho's house behind her.
My body won't move.
She was turning fifty this year, and though nothing ailed her, her legs refused to obey. How frustrating. Trembling... terror consumed her body.
When you're sleep-paralyzed, you're supposed to just move your toes, right?
Realizing at last that this was a dream, she tried to wake by wriggling her toes—but even that proved impossible. Her efforts were futile. The cold intensified. The surroundings grew darker, the fog denser, as if something was about to leap out.
Sun-jeong tried to squeeze her eyes shut against the certainty that something would emerge, but in the dream she had no control. She couldn't even cry out, Is anyone there? Help me!
Sob... I'm so scared.
She had left Eun-hee's daughters A-reum and A-hee, along with her own granddaughters Na-hee and Jeong-cheol, in the care of her son Hyeon-seok. They were currently at Daejeon's Kkumdori Land and due back tomorrow. At home there were only her daughter-in-law Jeong-a and Kim Ha-na, who had been boarding with them for ten years.
She wished Jeong-a or Ha-na would hurry and wake her, but all she heard was the clatter of dishes—someone washing up.
Ha-na, Jeong-a... anyone, please wake your mistress quickly...
A cold wind now swept strongly over her entire body. Her body shuddered. Then a chilly hand touched her shoulder. Looking down, she found herself naked—her clothes gone.
A ghost's touch?... Sob.
She missed Byeong-ho, her true husband in all but name. If she was about to have her chastity broken by a ghost like this, she deeply regretted not giving herself to his grandson Ian beforehand.
After Byeong-ho's death she had never had sex with her husband again, and after her husband died she had kept her chastity even more strictly. Sun-jeong believed she had remained chaste, yet after Jin-cheol's death as well, starting in 1993 when Kim Ha-na came to board, the two women had fallen for each other and continued a lesbian relationship. Somehow she had even turned her daughter-in-law into a sex slave to suppress her lust.
But she could never forget the pleasure a man gave—especially the pleasure Byeong-ho had given her. Whenever she saw Ian, who occasionally resembled Byeong-ho, her desire would surge unbidden, tormenting her. Having been trained for over ten years on Byeong-ho's eighteen-centimeter cock, she found even the outline of Ian's member—larger than Byeong-ho's even when soft—unbearable.
Once a month she visited Hyeon-ju's house. Every time she had schemed for an opportunity, but situations where Ian was alone never quite materialized. So she would return to Goesan full of regret.
If I get the chance, I'll jump him.
She still took good care of herself; when she dressed up she could pass for mid-thirties. If she approached him offering to teach him about sex, a boy of that age with raging hormones would surely accept. But Hyeon-ju, Na-hee, or Jeong-cheol were always home, so no chance ever arose. Once he became independent she planned to visit his place.
Even if others called her shameless, she couldn't help it. A body trained by a virile man with a huge cock. Nearly seventeen years of chastity had reached its limit. If she had to give herself to someone, she wanted it to be Ian, who resembled the Byeong-ho she had loved. Even if, given her age, she had to offer herself as his slave.
Byeong-ho, Ian... help me!! I don't want a ghost to break my chastity.
A cold hand stroked her waist and then circled her belly. Then the ghost hugged her from behind, resting its face on her right shoulder. This was... the pose Byeong-ho always took after sex. The way her sensitive ears delighted when his breath touched them.
Could it be... Byeong-ho?
"Byeong-ho?"
"Yes. Sun-jeong. With someone's help, I've come down like this."
The longed-for voice of Byeong-ho. After witnessing her husband having an affair with Byeong-ho's wife, Sun-jeong had in a fit of rage gotten Byeong-ho drunk and jumped him, starting their relationship. When her husband Jin-cheol learned of it, he had actually looked pleased and proposed, when the four of them were together:
"Hyung-nim, since it's come to this, I'll take care of Mal-ja noona, and you take care of Sun-jeong. Just be careful of the kids' eyes."
From that day in 1972 until Byeong-ho died in 1986, Sun-jeong had climaxed more than ten times nearly every day they made love, living happy days. She had gradually become enslaved to Byeong-ho, until in the end she was little more than his sex slave, doing everything he ordered. And she had inwardly mocked Mal-ja, who because of trauma had been like a stone woman to Byeong-ho.
What a foolish woman, to abandon a man like Byeong-ho who remained loyal to one woman despite his strong virility, and cling instead to a playboy trash like Jin-cheol—and a tiny-dicked one at that. Knowing how extraordinary the pleasure he gave was, she had vowed chastity. Resolving to become a woman to one of his seeds—either Jeong-cheol or Ian.
Jeong-cheol had clearly inherited his father Myeong-hak's blood and was definitely small-dicked, which disappointed her, but seeing Ian, who strongly took after his maternal grandfather's blood and his sturdy-looking father's, with an unusually thick cock, her life had grown increasingly exciting. With her heart nearly given over to Ian, she couldn't turn around at Byeong-ho's voice, feeling as if she had somehow cheated.
"I'm sorry, Byeong-ho. I should have kept my chastity for your sake... but I think I'll probably give my body to Ian."
"Yes. Yes. You thought well. That's what I came to say too. Stop thinking of me any longer. If you're going to make a man, nestle in Ian's arms and live happily. Looking down, the women in his arms look happy. Unlike you, suffering from lust."
Sun-jeong raised her hand and placed it on his. Cold. But she felt warmth in his words.
"Why did you only appear in my dream now? How cruel."
"Sorry. I was in hell for committing adultery. With someone's help I went to heaven, but..."
"Ah... then I'll go to hell too. I'm scared..."
"No. That's why I'm telling you to nestle with Ian. The all-powerful one who looks after him will help you go to heaven—or rather, reincarnate."
Sun-jeong felt fear at the word hell. But Byeong-ho's words reassured her. And hearing that he received the care of an all-powerful being made her affection for Ian boil even hotter. But soon, at his words about looking down on the earth, she couldn't even begin to imagine how heartbroken Byeong-ho must have been.
"Then... you must know. About the three brothers..."
"That they're Jin-cheol's seeds? Of course. I had my suspicions. They didn't look like me. Sure enough, only Hyeon-ju, Eun-gyeong, and Eun-hee were mine... I overheard Myeong-hak muttering to himself earlier."
In 1987 she hadn't even known DNA tests existed, but Eun-gyeong, who had been in America, returned briefly, swabbed the insides of the children's mouths and took hair samples from both families several times, then left. A few weeks later Eun-gyeong returned to Korea and delivered the shocking results. All three of Byeong-ho's sons were Jin-cheol's children.
"Then is Mal-ja noona still in hell?"
"Don't talk about that bitch. I asked that person and got her out of hell for nothing. She was bawling that Jin-cheol was in hell... and after watching her son Myeong-hak fall into suffering for a few days she even fainted, that woman."
That person. Being able to freely pull people out of hell made her feel even more secure. And hearing that Jin-cheol was in hell brought a refreshing relief, as if a ten-year-old lump of indigestion had gone down.
"His child is suffering?"
"Starting with Myeong-hak's divorce, all the women of that household will become sex slaves to my grandson. So you tell Ian of your own free will. Then Ian will accept you. Say I asked you in a dream, and please make you a Slave, not a Bitch. It has to be a Slave."
"Bitch? Slave?"
"There's such a thing, Sun-jeong."
"Then will he accept Jeong-a and Ha-na with me too?"
"Sure. I didn't know Sun-jeong liked lesbian stuff too. That woman Ha-na was Ian's third-grade homeroom teacher, right?"
"Yes."
"Then he'll like it even more. That guy. Whoever he takes after, he's a playboy. Heh heh."
Byeong-ho's laughter-tinged words made her briefly embarrassed. Ha-na, her lover of ten years now. And Jeong-a, whom she had approached and embraced last year after witnessing her masturbating, saying she'd relieve her lust in place of her son—she couldn't leave them behind.
"Byeong-ho. I'm sorry."
"Nah. From the day you jumped me, I only loved you. When I go back up I'll rape that Mal-ja bitch, train her, and keep her with me. To forget you. Once more: ask him to make you a Slave. Got it?"
Well, in soul form the trauma would have vanished, and if she felt Byeong-ho's huge cock, Mal-ja would forget about tiny dicks, Sun-jeong thought.
"Byeong-ho... yes. I'll definitely ask him to make me a Slave. So are you leaving now?"
"Yeah. My descendants—except for Jeong-cheol—will all be happy, so I have no worries, but you kept catching my eye, so I asked His subordinate Lady Jini and came down. Now I have to go back up."
"Why Jeong-cheol?"
"He ignored Ian. Ian didn't accept him."
Her grandson Jeong-cheol—somehow he resembled his grandfather Jin-cheol more and more, and she had never felt affection for him. And every time she went up she had scolded him more than once or twice for badmouthing Ian.
The cold hand slipped away, and the fog began to disperse. Sun-jeong bit her lip and endured, afraid that seeing Byeong-ho's face might weaken her resolve to nestle with Ian. Soon she felt strong warm sunlight, and she was able to wake from the sleep.
Her eyes snapped open. She looked around. It was her own bedroom, and beside her Ha-na lay naked, nestled against her in sleep. She brushed Ha-na's hair aside and pulled the blanket up to her neck.
"Mmm... Mistress?"
"Yeah. Sleep more, Ha-na. You're going to do what you said ten years ago, right? Nestle with Ian?"
Ha-na nodded vigorously. Her face flushed red.
Around February 1993, Ha-na, assigned to a remote branch school in Goesan, had come looking for a boarding house. A proper young woman freshly graduated from Daejeon Teachers College. Around March she became Ian's homeroom teacher, so Sun-jeong paid even more attention and treated her well. The orphaned Ha-na seemed to feel maternal affection for Sun-jeong and drew closer. Then after drinking, she woke to find Ha-na naked and nestled against her like this. From that day Ha-na had become her lover.
And Sun-jeong, thinking of Ian's ripening cock, had planned to nestle with her after he graduated elementary school—but Mal-ja died and Ian left for Seoul. So for her daughter-in-law Jeong-a she used a dildo, but for Ha-na she preserved her hymen, intending to offer it to Ian, and never used a dildo.
Just then Jeong-a, who had been standing by the door, approached with a gloomy expression. Naked, white pussy—both had A-cup breasts, but like herself they had white pussies. She recalled how Byeong-ho had especially gotten excited by her white pussy, and after starting lesbianism she too liked such clean pussies.
"Mistress... I..."
"You divorce too. He's my son, but a guy who gets horny and eyes his mother's woman—I don't even want to look at him."
Ever since learning her son Hyeon-seok's true intentions—coming down from Daejeon to Goesan at every opportunity—Sun-jeong's affection for him had completely fallen away. A greedy son who inherited Jin-cheol's blood. Like her grandson Jeong-cheol, Jin-cheol kept coming to mind and she felt repulsion; now that he had dared to hit on Ha-na. Hyeon-seok was no longer even considered a child.
"Yes. Thank you. But my sons..."
"No. Those brats resemble that bastard Jin-cheol too much."
"Yes... Mistress."
Jeong-a approached with her hands politely clasped. Sun-jeong smiled, threw off the blanket, and spread her legs. Jeong-a crawled over on all fours from the bed and began licking Sun-jeong's pussy with her tongue.
The soft feel of her daughter-in-law's tongue. After a year of training, Jeong-a had become completely enslaved to Sun-jeong. As pleasure rose, she grabbed her daughter-in-law's hair and pressed her more firmly against her pussy. Stroking the soft hair, she recalled the first day she had slept with her.
July 31, 2002
"Haaang!! Haaak... An..."
Hm? Isn't that Jeong-a's voice?
Coming home after a date with Ha-na, she heard the sound of masturbation from the small room.
"Mistress. Daughter-in-law's voice?"
"Yeah. Ha-na. Just like Jin-cheol, that Hyeon-seok brat can't satisfy her. Tsk tsk."
She recalled Jin-cheol's thin cock that wasn't even 10 cm. Her son Hyeon-seok she had seen while bathing him until middle school—also tiny-dicked, of course. That guy had brought home a proper woman five years ago, and she understood the feelings of a daughter-in-law in her mid-twenties whose lust was just starting to boil.
"Ha-na. Go get that dildo panty I bought earlier, will you?"
"Mistress. Don't tell me..."
A nod. The dildo panty Ha-na had bought in a surge of lust and offered a few days ago.
"Haaaang!!! An, pierce this ajumma too with that big cock of yours..."
Tsk. Because of grandson Jeong-cheol, Jeong-a found out about An's cock size too...
Well, An had grown handsomer and thicker down there. She recalled An, who before leaving for Seoul in 1994 had come by every day, even slept over. A fourth-grader the same size as Byeong-ho. Sometimes when he fell asleep on the floor, when erect it reached 18 cm. (13 cm, memory manipulation) How tempting that hairless, pale cock was—she had nearly jumped him, but Ha-na stopped her. Saying rape could cause trauma.
But she could never forget the first and last semen she had sucked and eaten from his sleeping cock. An enormous amount, even a fragrant smell. No wonder Ha-na, who had been a teacher until the year before, when Sun-jeong took her mouth off, bit the cock and made him cum again. In a way, Sun-jeong and Ha-na had taken An's virginity with their mouths, and Sun-jeong chuckled.
"Here, Mistress."
"Yeah. Want to come in too?"
A vigorous head-shake. Sun-jeong smiled and patted her butt, and Ha-na went into her own room. The fact that the daughter-in-law had come down meant the son might come in soon too.
Bang
"Haaang!! Hm? Mother-in-law..."
Jeong-a, who had been eyes closed, legs spread, fingering her pussy, startled at the door opening and hurriedly stood.
"Hyeon-seok not doing it for you?"
Jeong-a, face flushed, head bowed deeply, looked pitiful. Born 1978, she had been a KAIST freshman when they married in 1997; after giving birth she had struggled to graduate as a cosmos this year while managing the household. That such a praiseworthy daughter-in-law couldn't control her lust and was masturbating made her heart ache a little.
"Yes... Lately I think he's cheating. He's probably at a teahouse in town even now. And he wants to take Ha-na as a second wife..."
"What!!! That brat... Haa..."
Sun-jeong approached the naked daughter-in-law on the verge of tears and hugged her. Jeong-a nestled deeply and sobbed.
"Tsk... Yeah. A son's sin is the mother's sin... Jeong-a. This mother-in-law will relieve your lust for you."
"What?!!!"
A rabbit-like face lifted in shock. Sun-jeong hugged her tightly and toppled onto the bed with her. Meanwhile her hand was already parting the soft pussy, index and middle fingers penetrating. The pussy she felt seemed clean. From Jeong-a's wet pussy from masturbating, her fingers grew soaked.
"Hahk... No, Mother-in-law... This is..."
"Uh-uh. Stay still. I'll fully relieve your lust."
With the hand techniques she had learned through Ha-na, she unraveled the struggling woman. After about thirty minutes, seeing Jeong-a still looking lost but no longer resisting, just sobbing, she grinned and stood to strip off her clothes.
"Mother-in-law... more... please more."
"Yeah. Wait. This is the first time I'm using this, but I'll use it for you."
Then she put on the dildo panty Ha-na had bought—though she had refused it to save Ha-na's virginity for Ian—and tightened the straps.
"Mother-in-law..."
"Yes. Jeong-a."
Approaching the bed, she stroked the carefully spreading thighs of her daughter-in-law and brought the dildo to the pussy entrance. The trembling pussy of her daughter-in-law looked good. The dildo was an 18 cm one just like Byeong-ho's, so her son's tiny dick would be forgotten. Sun-jeong grinned and slowly inserted it.
"Aaak!!! It hurts, Mother-in-law... It's too big."
"What's so big about this. The man you'll offer your body to from now on is bigger than this even when soft..."