Lee Ji-yu

Na-yeon drew the living-room curtains and began to strip.

Ji-yu watched with open interest, then kept glancing toward the master bedroom.

"What?"

"I'm going to finish eating all of that first. You don't get to do Na-yeon. With Na-yeon, you only get to do it if I say so. Got it?"

"..."

I looked at Na-yeon.

I'd never had a woman make a demand like that before, so I figured I should hear what Na-yeon thought first.

She paused mid-curtain, turned, and simply nodded.

"Um... Unnie... is it all right if Master hits me?"

"That part's fine. Hey. Don't tell me you like Na-yeon more than me?"

Ji-yu's expression shifted.

I tilted my head, wondering if it was a flicker of jealousy, then shook it off—no, that wasn't it.

"No. I'll do it that way. But you're not going to pull this with every other woman, right?"

"Hmph. Doesn't matter. As long as I control Na-yeon, I'm good."

Only then did the tension ease; I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

Ji-yu smirked, humming under her breath as she peeled off her clothes and headed into the master bedroom, leaving the door wide open.

She's not exactly normal either...

I ran through the women I'd acquired, hunting for one who was completely, perfectly ordinary. Every last one of them had at least a little perversion in her. Or she'd been into women.

Then Hwa-ryun's last words snagged in my mind, and I started turning over what to do—whether handing her the Lightning Wood dagger was the right call, or whether I should just keep a constant eye on her myself.

Does that mean Ji-yu's Soul Eyes have opened?

The link cut out. I slipped a hand into my pocket and scanned Subspace.

An image resolved—a small, pretty blade ornamented in silver. I summoned it; cold metal settled against my palm.

When I drew it free, the hilt through the scabbard gleamed silver, a phoenix engraved along the elegant short sword.

I gripped the scabbard in my left hand and drew the blade.

Mm... the edge is wood with a lightning-strike pattern...

Running a finger along the spine felt the same. I sheathed it again and fretted over how to hand it over.

Blurting out You can see ghosts now would just make me sound insane.

I pocketed it, then stripped off my shirt and pants as well.

Fully naked, I walked over to Ji-yu, who was still on all fours on the bed, ass raised high, thoroughly licking every last drop.

Slurp, slurp.

It was so cute I almost laughed. I sat by her head and admired the curve of her lifted hips, the elegant dip of her waist, the heavy breasts hanging free under gravity.

I reached out, kneaded one breast, and stroked her hair with my other hand.

She whipped her head around.

Those sharp eyes looked ready to cut me.

"Don't interrupt."

I ignored her, kept fondling the soft flesh, and ruffled her hair.

She scowled.

"Taste good?"

A nod.

Apparently deciding the scowl was useless, she crawled toward the remaining puddle of cum; her waist came right in front of me.

I stepped behind her and looked down at the ass she was presenting. That massive pelvis.

Every woman connected to Hye-yun is built big...

Jeong-mi, the actresses Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin, and now her friend Ji-yu.

All of them had decently large breasts and wide hips.

If I hadn't met Hyeon-ju, Eun-hee, and the bitches, I probably would have thought D-cups were normal. I would have thought Hyeon-jin's C-cups were small.

Her mother Na-yeon was 160 cm with a 36-inch hip; Ji-yu was 173 cm with D-cups, an even narrower waist, and still that broad pelvis.

She was thin enough that her ribs showed, but the breasts still hit D-cup. If she ever put on weight like Hye-yun, she'd hit E or F—the thought alone was dizzying.

I set both hands on her ass.

Soft give, springy bounce, and that pure white skin...

Smack.

Ripples spread like waves; the flesh rebounded with elastic force.

"Hngh... Hey!!! Let me eat."

"Keep going."

Confirmed. There's a mild aphrodisiac effect in the cum.

While she swallowed it, her pussy kept twitching. Slick arousal was already running down her thighs.

Not full heat, but enough to make her feel good.

The hair's a little annoying, though...

"Finish up and go wash in the bathroom first."

She spun around.

Her face was faintly flushed.

Then she covered her ass with one hand, slurped up the rest in a frantic rush, and bolted for the bathroom.

"Hey!!! It doesn't smell bad or anything, right?"

"It's fine. Just sweat and musk. No real funk."

In the heat of the moment I hadn't noticed, but after however many days she'd spent in that restraint suit, a faintly unpleasant odor was rising from it.

Oddly, none of it came from her body—only from the torn suit. I wrapped the bedding around it, carried the whole bundle out to the living room.

Thank you.

"Na-yeon. This reeks—throw it out for me?"

"Yes..."

Na-yeon took the bedding and disappeared into the laundry room. I headed for the bathroom Ji-yu had entered.

Hmm-hmm-hmm, heh-heh-heh-hmm...

I snorted.

She had a sharp mouth and didn't show her feelings easily, but she was clearly in a good mood.

She'd been humming off and on since earlier.

She had real talent for singing—solid technique, and that clear, pure voice was genuinely pleasant to listen to.

Hmm... maybe I should give her those.

All the sheet music I'd transcribed from other worlds whenever I had free time. Quite a stack by now.

My own handwriting... well, things I'd written down in the Three Kingdoms World, but still—songs by female soloists, girl groups, overseas artists, everything.

Push Hye-yun with scripts, push Ji-yu with songs... and there are pieces that fit Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin's images too...

I already had more than enough material to shove every woman who wanted to be an entertainer straight to the absolute top.

If they needed me, I could even act or sing alongside them.

Heh-heh-heh-hmm... heh~~hmm!!!

I stood outside the bathroom door for several minutes just listening to her humming.

Then a soaring high note snapped me out of it; I opened the door and stepped inside.

Creak.

Shhhhhh.

The rush of water. Ji-yu, mid-hip-sway, froze and looked back.

"You heard?"

"Yeah. Glad you seem happy."

"Hmph. I wasn't humming because I was happy. Humming in the shower is just a hobby."

She tipped her face up into the falling water.

I closed the distance; cold water hit my shoulders. Unexpectedly, it wasn't warm.

I wrapped my arms around soft Ji-yu from behind and pressed flush against her. The full-body feel of her.

"Pervert. You lined that thing up like that because you want to do it in the bathroom?"

"No. Because I like you."

"Tch. Liar."

Ji-yu shut off the water, turned, seized my cock in one hand, looped the other around my neck, and locked eyes with me.

"Say you love me. Unless you want that cock to explode."

"I love you. I mean it."

I felt like an easy man.

I didn't even need to trigger the acting trait; the sincerity rose straight from inside.

How was I falling in love with these women within a day of meeting them?

It wasn't simple possessiveness.

The love I felt for her in that moment.

I watched Ji-yu struggle to keep her expression steady after hearing the words, smirked, and leaned in.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips.

She released my cock, slid both arms around the back of my neck, and pressed close.

Lips met; tongues tangled.

Dizzying.

I locked an arm around her waist, caught her left leg, and started to lift; she went limp and let me.

I hooked that leg around my hip and stroked her hair again.

"Haa... haa... Okay. So this is kissing, and what we did earlier is sex. I've been wasting my life. Something this good..."

"Only I can give you that kind of pleasure. Ask your mother or any of the other married women."

Ji-yu's pupils were hazy and unfocused.

Then she grinned, rose on tiptoe, and whispered into my ear.

"Put it in like this."

Hye-yun and Ji-yu are both aggressive. They said they were close—looks ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like the enthusiasm for sex rubbed off too.

Of course there were differences: Ji-yu had a foul mouth and tried to hide what she felt, while Hye-yun almost never swore and was blunt.

But like any group of girls that age, they shared a little of each other.

"Want it in the ass?"

"...Do people actually like it there? Won't it hurt?"

I snorted.

She hesitated, a little worried.

I reached down, took my cock, and teased the head from her cleft, past the perineum, all the way to her asshole.

"Hngh..."

"You feel it there too, right? The sphincter area is packed with erogenous zones—women say the pleasure that comes from there is insane."

"Yeah... I feel it. Put it in."

The resistance of her anus.

The more it fought, the faster the pain flipped into pleasure; Ji-yu started crying out.

"Haaang!! Hngh... Good. Fuck!!!"

A filthy curse.

No malice in it—just pure good feeling rolling off the word. I never expected swearing to turn me on this much.

Of course the "fuck" wasn't aimed at me; she was just blurting it at herself... but the swearing still sounded unexpectedly good.

The sphincter that had been fighting finally surrendered and gave way.

A fierce squeeze clamped around the head, then the sudden slick push of entry; Ji-yu snapped her head back, stared at empty air, and screamed.

"Haaaaaaang!!!!!"

She hopped, hooked her remaining right foot around my waist as well, and clamped down hard.

Only the head was inside. She tightened her arms and crushed me against her; my face buried itself between those massive breasts.

The soft give of her tits against my face. My cock twitched hard.

"Hngh... Good. F... You have to fuck my pussy and my ass open every single day. Got it!!!"

She grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back. That was a little startling.

I looked up; she was grinning, trying to hold eye contact. Then her eyes started to tilt upward, predatory.

"Answer me!!! Are you going to do it every day or not."

"I don't know if you'll be able to take it. But if you want it, I'll do it."

"Good boy. My Ian..."

She stroked my hair.

With only the head inside, she was a full head taller now, looking down at me while she gently smoothed my hair.

Holy... what the hell... she's really something else.

Most women, once I was inside them, shifted into total submission. She was different.

She would obey, sure—but her personality stayed loud and alive. She never crossed a real line, yet she clearly intended to play with me like she'd known me forever.

"Since when am I your Ian?"

"Hmph. From the moment you said you'd take responsibility for me. That also means you're mine. You like that too, right?"

I nodded.

Then she started lowering herself under her own power, legs working.

The sphincter kept trying to push me out, but her weight drove my cock deeper and deeper.

That rhythmic clench chewed along the shaft; the head felt the walls of her gut until it finally kissed the sigmoid curve.

"Haaang!!! Something weird in my belly. All tingly, like the shit's come alive and is moving."

"What?... Khh—"

But the place she was pressing with her hand wasn't near my cock; it was higher.

Which meant something had shoved the waste upward.

Come to think of it... my cock was pushing up, but I never felt any shit. Is this also...?

Thank you.

I was always grateful to Jini.

She looked after every little detail.

I thought of her for a moment—then the gut stretched wide around the head, and my cock slammed home to the root.

"Aang!!!"

"Feel good?"

"Yeah. I want to keep your cock inside me like this for a hundred days, a thousand days. Cut it off and—"

She grinned.

The words were vicious, but affection dripped from every syllable.

"Heh. I've got plenty of casts of my cock—soft ones, even. I'll give you one. One for Na-yeon too."

"Huh?... Pervert. You really are a total ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠pervert. You actually made those?"

She looped her arms around my neck and smirked.

When she called me a pervert, she meant it.

"A harem was always the dream. I want dozens, hundreds of women—but I've only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠got one body."

"Pfft... Hundreds? You'd have to keep that cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hard twenty-four hours a day. No time for work."

"Yeah. I'm not planning to work. The women work; I fuck the women. That's how I want to live. Hye-yun said the same thing."

"What? Hye-yun did? Hohoho."

"My women have three ranks: Wife, Concubine, and Bitch. You're a Wife, so if there are Concubines and Bitches under you, you have to manage them. Can you do that?"

"Yeah. So Na-yeon's mine, then?"

I nodded.

The sphincter clenched and released around the root of my shaft.

Her swollen breasts swayed; her eyes were growing more and more unfocused.

"Then I can do it. Where the hell have you been hiding, pretty thing."

Peck.

Ji-yu suddenly pulled my face in, kissed my forehead, then stroked my hair again.

It felt strange.

No woman had ever manhandled me like this before. It was fresh.

"...Well, it is weird. I lived in XX Apartments just across the way. I've never seen a beauty like you."

"I rode around in Mom's car. Where did you hang out? We mostly wandered Sinchon and Hongdae."

"Me? Yeonsinnae, Jongno..."

"Old-man vibes. Eww!!"

A little stung, I started to pull my hips back to thrust up into her.

Old-man? Not that kind of old, but my face did look a touch mature—that had always been a complex. It usually read early-to-mid twenties.

She clamped her legs tight.

"Not here. Let's go to the master bedroom. Okay? If you cum here I can't eat it."

"...Fine. Like this?"

"Yeah. It's going to get filthy with cum anyway, and Na-yeon's the one doing the laundry, so who cares."

I snorted, pulled a towel from the bathroom rack, wiped her back dry, and handed it to her.

She wiped every part of me she could reach, then dried my hair.

She gave her own hair a rough once-over, tossed the towel onto the shelf, and clung tight.

I opened the bathroom door to leave—and found Na-yeon kneeling right outside it.

A cane and a crop laid out in front of her...

...She's a real pervert.

"Hmph. Na-yeon, from now on you call me Master too. Ian, that's fine, right?"

"...Yeah."

"Yes. Mistress!!!"

She dropped into a full dogeza and cried out the title.

Her voice trembled, thick with excitement.

And in real time, her juices burst free—a wet, rushing sound of release.

"..."