Side Story — The Clone, Chapter 2: Those Bastards' Girlfriends

The novel's setting is Earth in a parallel universe.

February 11, 2003 — 9:00 a.m.

I checked the clock, then glanced once more at Jun-hee — Gi-hun's mother — still unconscious with my cock buried inside her. Then I pulled out.

A long, wet slide. Her pussy clung and dragged after me; her asshole clenched and chewed in a frenzy. The twin rush of sensation had me hard again, but I ignored it and finished withdrawing.

A soft, wet pop.

"Mmmh…"

She still didn't wake. I got up and headed for the living room to get some water.

A-yeong was at the computer, apparently web surfing. From the kitchen drifted the smell of something good cooking. I walked in, opened the fridge, and gulped cold water. Unlike Master, I couldn't drink endlessly — half a liter was enough to kill the thirst.

Then a soft, warm sensation closed around my cock. I looked down. Seon-hui was on her knees, naked except for an apron, hands clasped behind her back, sucking the lower cock with wet, eager pulls.

Slurp… suck…

She switched to the upper one, took it deep, and sucked. Then she wrapped both hands around the twin shafts and licked the full length of the pillars, cleaning off the mixed juices of pussy and ass.

Lick. Lick.

"Master. Cock cleaning complete."

"Yeah. Good. I'm not hungry for breakfast — if you want to eat, go ahead without me."

"Yes, Master."

I reached out and stroked her hair. She smiled bashfully, eyes closed, savoring the touch. Feeling generous, I shoved a toe into her cunt. Cold metal rings brushed left and right; after a few thrusts I flicked the piercing through her clit once, then pulled my foot free.

"Haaah… Thank you, Master. For stuffing your sacred foot into my filthy pussy."

"Sure."

She stroked the crotch tattoo on her lower belly, then kneaded her breasts one after the other. English lettering flashed into view, along with the piercings through her nipples and the green gemstones dangling from them, catching the light.

"Master… I want your name carved along the inside of my forearms. On the soles of my feet, the nape of my neck, the parts hidden under an ankle choker, and under a watch and bracelets too."

"That so? Want wings tattooed across your back while we're at it?"

"Ah!!! Yes. That too."

"Heh. I'll do it tonight."

"Yes. A-yeong unnie asked for the same. She said she doesn't care if she goes to school looking like that."

"Mm… Fine. Got it."

They really were something. Their endurance for pain was impressive, and even without any special ability to amplify pleasure, they'd folded into perfect slaves in no time. Seon-hui and A-yeong especially — they weren't targets of revenge — so their devotion pleased me all the more.

"A-yeong unnie says she doesn't want to eat. May I eat alone?"

"Go ahead."

She fetched the human-feed sack used for doggy play and dumped it into a dog bowl. Then she looked up at me with expectant eyes. I snorted a laugh, grabbed the funnel from the kitchen sink, fitted it to a two-liter jug, and pissed into it freely.

Unlike Master's, mine had no special taste or fragrance — yet Seon-hui and Jun-hee, the sisters, went wild for it anyway.

A golden stream poured from both cocks. No infection or anything; it didn't reek. I had two kidneys like anyone else, but somehow I produced about twice the normal volume of piss.

When I finished, I set the jug on the table. She gave each glans one last lick. I turned away, and a moment later came the sound of liquid pouring into a bowl. Soon she would be lapping up the human dog food mixed with piss — tongue only.

"Master. Thank you for allowing me to eat today as well."

"Yeah."

I gave a casual wave, left the kitchen, and came up behind A-yeong, still glued to the computer. I wrapped her in a back-hug and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kneaded her breasts.

"Haaah… Master."

"What are you working so hard on?"

"The job you gave me, Master. You told me to monitor class chat activity through Kim Ian's accounts — ASN Messenger and the rest. I was typing up anything important."

I'd ordered her to check the messenger, internet cafés, and Freechal class boards connected to the living-room computer whenever she had free time. A-yeong seemed to have thrown herself into it like it was her own mission.

"So? Anything turn up?"

She nodded and opened image files on the desktop — screenshots of chat logs.

I snorted. They were strutting around like they were the popular crowd — and nobody else in the chat so much as replied. Filthy little sluts, half-delinquents; normal kids wouldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole anymore.

A-yeong opened another screenshot from about three minutes later.

"Ohh. Six p.m. on the twelfth? Heh heh heh. A-yeong, looks like we've got four more girls to test Jeong-mi's training techniques on."

"Really, Master? You'll leave them to me, right?"

A-yeong had a strong sadistic streak coexisting with a weaker masochistic one. Submission to a cock this size had brought out the M side hard — but spend a few days with her and it was clear the sadism ran deeper.

"Though aside from Hyo-rim, the rest are pretty ordinary. I heard they sleep around a lot, too."

"Hohoho. Doesn't matter. Breaking bitches like that is half the fun."

I kissed her cheek and murmured against her ear.

"I'll fuck you as a reward. Bedroom. Now."

"Haaah… Yes, Master."

The next day — February 12th, 5:50 p.m.

I already knew exactly which karaoke they used and which room they always booked. I planted a bug under the table, rented the room next door, and put some music on.

With about ten minutes to spare, I set up my laptop and got to work transferring the sheet music Master had ordered into the computer. Just the melodies — simple enough. Master's women would flesh out the instrumentation and arrangements later; all I needed was a clean, clear lead line.

The gap in quality is ridiculous. These songs…

I hummed along as I worked. The choruses repeated a little too much for my taste, but every track had energy. Pop songs filled the karaoke room; the laptop's soft key-clicks vanished under the music. About ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠ten minutes later, the bug finally started picking up voices.

I jammed the other earbud into my left ear.

"Ugh, where the hell are these bitches? Still not here? These fucking sluts…"

Hmm? Lee Hyo-rim? Wasn't she the lowest in the pecking order?

Among the four who always hung out together, Hyo-rim — Hyeong-cheol's girlfriend — had been the weakest, just like her boyfriend. I still remembered her fretting and fawning over the other three right up through the last class of the day.

No… thinking about it again… something feels off.

Whether Jini or the Constellation had a hand in it, the memory surfaced with the clarity of a video playing back. The other three had been cursing Hyo-rim and bossing her around — but they'd also been watching her carefully, reading her mood.

What the hell happened?

I checked Hyeong-cheol's memories too. The ones from before the others went to juvie for theft, leaving him behind. No act there — Hyeong-cheol really had been the bottom dog. The other three actually got into real fights; Hyeong-cheol had scraped and bowed just to stay in their circle, swallowing humiliation for the privilege.

"Hey!! Where are you!!! Oh A-reum!!! You wanna die? Want me to tell Hyeong-cheol to kick you out of the slave roster? Yeah. Get your ass here in five minutes. And you call Nam Su-hyeon and Kim Seo-jin and tell those bitches the same. Over five minutes — corporal punishment. Over ten — a month of isolation. Thirty minutes and you're out. Click."

Holy shit… so Hyeong-seop and the others got NTR'd? By Hyeong-cheol?

Talk about sleeping on a bed of thorns and tasting gall. He'd grovelled so hard to stay in their crew — and then stabbed them in the back like this. Of course, he might have only taken over after they went to juvie.

Yeah… that's Hyeong-cheol for you. Underhanded little shit.

Honestly, I wouldn't even have needed to clash with Hyeong-seop's crew that hard. Things only went to hell around May of freshman year, once Hyeong-cheol wormed his way into Hyeong-seop and Nak-jun's circle.

I should tell Master not to kill Hyeong-cheol too easily. Scare him with an Aegwi, drag it out, make him suffer as long as possible before he dies.

"Huff… huff… Sorry, Hyo-rim."

The voice that came through was Oh A-reum's — the one I'd thought was the leader of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the pack. Thoroughly cowed. She was genuinely groveling to Hyo-rim.

A sharp slap.

"Kneel. You fucking bitch, Oh A-reum. Still think you're the boss? The second you crawled into Hyeong-cheol's arms during sophomore summer break, you became my underling. You wanna go back to hating Hyeong-cheol?"

Insane… so she was already deceiving Hyeong-seop's crew a full year before they went to juvie. Jesus.

"N-no… Hands up."

Hyeong-cheol's cock isn't even that big. And girls are hanging off him like this?

I'd run into the guy once at the bathhouse. They'd bragged about his "turtle dick," but even assuming it swelled to twice the size, it would've been maybe thirteen centimeters — and not particularly thick either.

Ah… thank you, Jini. It's been a while.

No reply. She'd delivered the data and vanished again.

Myeong-gi…

So Han Ju-ae — who would be in Master's arms within days — was a Myeong-gi holder. That meant Lady Seo A-jeong was almost certainly one too.

I'm jealous…

I had half-Myeong-gi women of my own, but nothing compared to the grip of those who'd received Lady Hyeon-ju's transplanted Myeong-gi. That squeeze was unforgettable.

A-yeong will become a Myeong-gi soon enough — but a congenital one… I want to taste one. I'll find one. A Myeong-gi!!!!

Groaning sounds came through the bug, then silence. Then the door opened and the other two arrived.

Click, click. The sound of someone walking in heels — then two sharp slaps rang out.

"Ack!!!"

"Hhk!!!"

"You fucking bitches, it's been seven minutes. Go stand over there with your hands up. When the drinks and snacks get here, bare your asses and stick them out. You only learn when you get hit."

"Okay…"

"Sniff… Okay…"

Soon the drinks and snacks seemed to arrive. A-reum lowered her hands and started waiting on Hyo-rim like a servant. Then came the sound of ass-slapping — faint, half-buried under the music, but real.

I'd heard enough. I planned to "accidentally" barge into their room in about an hour, so I splashed some soju on my clothes and drank what was left. Half a bottle. Without Purification it wouldn't metabolize cleanly, but half a bottle wasn't enough to get me drunk.

I set a timer on my phone and went back to the sheet music.

Tap-tap-tap.

The alarm chimed. An hour gone in a blink. I pulled a capsule from my pocket. Of the two I'd been given, one was locked safely in the house vault; now it was time to use this one.

I packed the laptop into my bag, stopped by the bathroom to take a piss, then staggered down the hall and shoved open the door to A-reum's room.

"Oh!!! Sorry. Wrong room."

I put on a flushed face — cheeks actually warming from the act — slurred my words a little, and bowed.

Call me over. Come on, you face-obsessed idiot… Hyo-rim.

Finding out Hyo-rim was the boss had left me stunned, but it would actually make this easier. She was a severe face-slut; I could ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠already see her eyes go hazy at the sight of this beast of a man's sculpted looks.

I turned to leave — and a voice stopped me.

"Um… are you here with anyone?"

"Huh? No. Just me."

"Then want to hang out with us?"

A sticky, inviting tone. These girls called themselves Hyeong-cheol's girlfriends — and they were throwing themselves around like this? My face almost twisted in disgust, but I locked it down.

Disgusting. Do I really have to fuck these? Damn it. At least Hyo-rim's face is decent. I'll scrub her clean with a talisman and put her to work.

"Sure. But I need to grab my stuff first…"

"A-reum. Go get it."

"Huh?… Okay. What room number?"

"Room two."

A-reum slipped out. Since it was right next door, she was back in seconds with my bag. I took it and sat where Hyo-rim pointed — deepest in the booth, right between them.

Hyo-rim on my left. A-reum on my right.

A soft crack from my pocket as the capsule broke.

"How old are you?"

"Me? Born in '84."

"Whoa!!! Same age? Where are you from?"

"LA."

"Oh… a Korean-American…"

The capsule's power was absurd. Within moments all four girls were squirming, twisting closer; in under five minutes Hyo-rim and A-reum had pressed their chests tight against my arms, faces flushed, staring up at me.

"You girls are sluts, aren't you…"

I reached around and grabbed A-reum's and Hyo-rim's tits. No resistance. Tiny little things. Hyo-rim was maybe a B-cup; A-reum looked like an A at best.

"Haaah… N-no… I've only ever dated one guy. These two have each had two."

Unexpected. At school they'd spun wild stories about sleeping around — turns out they barely had any real experience. Probably just recycled other people's gossip as their own.

"What? Heh… Want to move somewhere else? Come to my place. You all look pretty worked up."

They exchanged looks. All four nodded — and the leader, Hyo-rim, nodded last.

"Can you handle all four of us?"

"Heh… I could take ten. Problem is not having enough to go around."

I stood and picked up my bag. They scrambled to gather their things and followed.

Capsules really are broken as hell. Why did Master keep muttering that it was boring, too easy — until the Constellation reclaimed them… What a waste…

I'd have to use the last capsule carefully. Setting one off at a celebrity gathering risked Master confiscating it. Better to call over a few pretty freshmen at orientation and crack it there.

"Where's your place?"

Hyo-rim latched onto my arm and yanked the bag off my shoulder, swinging it behind her. A-reum handed hers off to one of the others and claimed my other arm.

"Muak Mirae. Building 5, unit 1005."

"Huh?…"

A-reum's and Hyo-rim's eyes flickered. A-reum especially — Gi-hun's girlfriend — seemed even more excited at the news that it was right next door to her boyfriend's place.

Crazy bitches. They got a taste for NTR and never looked back…