Lee Ji-yu. Self-Demotion to Bitch

I was about to walk past Na-yeon when she suddenly spoke up — still locked in her dogeza position, not rising an inch.

"Um. Master."

"Hm?"

She looked up at me. There was hesitation in her face, but her eyes were thick with lust. Her chest heaved, swollen and full, as if some filthy thought had already taken root inside her.

"I… I called Jeong-mi unnie. She told me about what a Bitch is… Please demote me to a Bitch, Master."

"Huh?"

I went blank. Every other woman I'd ever dealt with would have been thrilled to climb from Bitch to Concubine, from Concubine to Wife. Na-yeon wanted the exact opposite.

I already knew she was a masochist. I'd assumed she only got off on being hit — but apparently, degrading herself got her just as wet.

"Do it. She says she wants to be a Bitch."

Ji-yu's anus clenched hard around me. A surge of her juices flooded up against my shaft. She was just as worked up as Na-yeon.

"Why do you want to be a Bitch?"

"I heard everything. You live like a dog. You have to carry and birth the Mistresses' children. If you disobey, you get punished… You live beneath human treatment. And you have to fawn and curry favor at the side of whichever Mistress you're assigned to…"

Her eyes went hazy. For a moment I lost my words entirely. She was smiling — a soft, blissful little smile — as if just imagining it made her happy. I glanced at Ji-yu.

Same eyes. That same glazed look. And the way her ass kept squeezing told me exactly how aroused she was.

"Hold on. That'll mess up the hierarchy. Are you ready to submit to Concubines who came in after you?"

"Yes!!! I'll obey them no matter what."

There was nothing for it. If she wanted to demote herself that badly, I had to let her. She looked far too happy for me to refuse.

"Then you'll be Rank 1 among the Bitches. As long as none of the Wives volunteer to become one, you'll stay at the top."

Surely no one would. A flicker of unease crossed my mind; I shook it off.

"Yes. Thank you, Master. May I… go to Lady Jeong-mi first for Bitch training? Mistress, Master?"

"Jeong-mi should be in Mapo right now."

"She said that once I have her permission, I'm to put on all the gear in her room and wait in dogeza."

Ugh…

"Fine. Go ahead. Being a Bitch suits you."

Ji-yu's voice. She was trembling with excitement. Na-yeon's face lit up with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a radiant smile. In the end, I just nodded.

"Alright… Go get trained properly."

"Thank you, Masters!!!!"

She bowed over and over, then stood, pulled on clothes she'd clearly prepared in advance, and came back carrying a box of spanking tools. I was so stunned I just stared at her, still buried inside Ji-yu.

"I never thought I'd meet someone who could match my tastes for the rest of my life, Master. Thank you so much. With you, I think I could be happy getting beaten until the day I die."

Tears welled and spilled down her cheeks. She meant every word. She was smiling through them — genuinely, blissfully happy.

"Nngh… Okay. Go on."

"Yes. I'll do my best to become a truly adorable little Bitch. Lady Ji-yu. Master."

She bowed once more and turned away. I watched her walk toward the front door, hips swaying, then looked at Ji-yu.

"Hohoho. See? That's the kind of pervert she is."

"No kidding."

"But you — what did she mean about Bitches carrying the Mistresses' children?"

Ji-yu's face pressed in close. She locked eyes with me, demanding an answer, genuinely curious.

"Huh?… There's a thing for that. I'll explain later."

"…You promise?"

"Yeah."

Still dazed, I barely registered her leaning in until she nipped my nose between her lips, licked it, then planted a wet little kiss on my mouth before pulling back.

"Focus on me now. Forget that bitch."

"Right. That was so shocking I blanked out for a second. Shall we?"

She grinned, already grinding her clit against herself in heat, slowly rolling her hips.

Squelch.

"Haah… Don't think about anyone else when you're with me."

"Okay. Sorry."

"And your mouth said no, but when Na-yeon talked about becoming a Bitch, your cock kept twitching the whole time."

"Huh?… Did I?"

Body and mind running on separate tracks, apparently.

Ji-yu smirked, hugged me tight, and whispered into my ear.

"Should I get trained by Jeong-mi too and be a one-day Bitch for you? Or just watch the training and pick it up ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠myself…"

Twitch. Twitch.

My cock jerked hard — violently. She felt it, let out a low moan, and laughed under her breath.

"A Wife has her dignity. No getting trained. Learn from the sidelines and do it that way."

"Mm. If you behave, I'll do it for you ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠once in a while."

I stared at her, half-incredulous, and couldn't help laughing. Before I knew it we were in the master bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed.

She swung her legs down, then shoved me backward onto the mattress. Planting her hands on my chest, she swept her loose hair back over her shoulders and smiled down at me.

"I think this position's the best. It feels like I'm dominating you. Looking down at you from above while we do it."

"Then let's move to the middle of the bed. This edge is unstable."

She nodded. I twisted and crawled toward the center. She crawled with me on her knees, straddling my body the whole way, until we reached the middle of the mattress.

"From now on, you stay still. Got it?"

"Yeah."

She planted her knees on either side of me and started rocking forward and back. The stretch in her ass must have hit hard — she sobbed out a loud cry, then quickly picked up speed on her own.

"Put your hands on my waist. You said it feels better when only the hips move. Mine keep shifting."

"Okay."

I gripped her slender waist and felt every fierce roll of her body transmitted straight through my palms. She peeled her hands free, sat fully upright, swept her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hair back, and laughed — then threw her head back and howled.

"Fuck… This is it!!! Haaang!!!"

Her heavy breasts bounced and swayed, drawing my eyes, and the beautiful arc of her hips was driving me insane.

"Hey!!! One hand in my pussy — finger me. The other on my clit."

"Okay…"

Following her orders felt absurd, but the pleasure rising through me answered for me. I rolled her clit with my right hand and pushed fingers into her dripping cunt, hunting for the swollen spot and scraping it first.

"Haaang!!! Hnngh!!! Good. Finger me faster!!!"

Squelch. Squelch.

The wet rush of air from her spread ass, the sticky slap of juices from her pussy, the heavy bounce of her breasts colliding — the whole room filled with sound.

A gush.

Clear water erupted from her urethra. She didn't stop moving for a second. When she looked down at me, her eyes were completely gone, her mouth twisted in a crooked grin. Crazy bitch. That was the face of someone who'd lost her mind.

I'd never seen a woman make that expression while squirting.

"Haaang!!!"

Ji-yu braced against my knees and threw herself backward. The transparent jet shooting from her urethra arced toward my face — I tried to dodge, but it hit me anyway.

"Pffh… Hey. Careful."

"Hah… It's not piss."

A faint sweetness. Different from her regular juices — maybe because it came from the urethra. I smirked and wiped my soaked hand on the blanket.

"Haaaang!!! Are you close? Cum already. I already came!!!"

"Yeah."

Almost immediately I felt my seed surge up and fire deep into her guts. She sat upright again, stroked her belly, and smiled that soft little smile.

"It's amazing. I really must be a slut. The second I take your cum, strength just floods back into me."

"Yeah. I've never met anyone as filthy as you. I thought Hye-yun was the dirtiest…"

"Heh heh. We're doing it with Hye-yun unnie too, right? The three of us? I'm so excited. Doing this with you and my favorite unnie in the same bed…"

Ji-yu slowly lowered herself onto my chest as she spoke. I felt the same way. Just picturing the two best friends — Ji-yu and Hye-yun — taking me together made my cock stiffen hard all over again.

She climbed up my body and pulled herself free. A wet pop, then a thick trickle. An unpleasant sensation crawled up through my gut, but I held still.

Straddling my chest, she squeezed out the last of my cum with a messy squelch, then turned around and started licking from my chest downward.

"A little service. For making me so happy."

"Mm."

Her lower belly filled my view. Something dripped onto my forehead in fat drops — her juices. I could feel every ridge of her tongue working down my stomach.

Slurp. Suck.

Her pussy passed over my face. Afraid of getting a faceful of cum, I lifted a hand and covered her anus. I felt the twitching hole slowly close, and the brush of her pubic hair — not a pleasant sensation by any measure, but better than taking a load to the face.

She lapped up every drop of cum like she was starving, then swallowed my still-hard glans without being told and sucked hard. Something got pulled up through my urethra. A moment later she turned back around, gripped my cock, lined it up with her pussy, and smiled.

"Here I go. This time I'm finishing with my hands on your chest. You put your hands on my tits and play with them."

The trembling touch of her outer and inner lips against my tip. Then the humid cave taking me in, every fold of her walls stretching wide around the shaft.

"Haaaang!!!"

I cupped her soft breasts and kneaded them. A deep, lingering regret that no milk came out. The firm, yielding give of them was addictive.

Every woman was soft in a different way, elastic in a different way. I worked from underneath, then covered her nipples with my palms and teased them.

"Haah…"

Her hair kept falling into my face and tickling me. It must have been bothering her too — she kept sweeping it back over her shoulders.

"I'm getting a bob. That okay?"

"Why are you asking permission for that? Do whatever you want."

She beamed.

"You're mine the way I'm yours. So I need your consent. Nice, right?"

"Yeah."

Sharp-tongued one second, then doing everything she pleased the next. Something about that combination got me weirdly worked up.

"Hnn…"

She guided my glans into the cleft beneath her cervix herself, then started rocking front to back.

"Haah… I'm going now…"

She shifted from kneeling to a deep squat. Her full weight settled onto my arms. She lifted her hips high, and I felt her walls drag along my tip on the way up —

Then she slammed down. Thud!!!

"Haaaang!!!! Yes!!!! This is it… Hey!!! Squeeze my tits—"

I crushed them in both hands. Her breasts deformed under my grip. She threw her head back and wailed.

She and that freaky girl would get along great… though I have no idea if she can act.

The pleasure climbing through me from her violent rhythm pulled my focus back to her alone.