Side Story: The Clone, Chapter 2 — Gi-hun's Mother, Lee Jun-hee
February 12, 2003, 1:00 p.m.
Jun-hee stared blankly at the front door the women had just left through.
Four happy days.
That sensation of floating on air, the mental and physical satisfaction that filled her every single day… she fretted whether her life had ever known a stretch of happiness like this.
Wondering if it might all be a dream.
On the morning of the twelfth, four women came looking for Master.
The shock of seeing them lasted only a moment.
But soon, even though their form was a little different, the instant they received tattoos and piercings she could no longer endure the anxiety.
Master had clearly said they were not his bitches, and the atmosphere confirmed it was true.
Yet those four women were ones she knew far too well, so she had no idea how any of this was happening.
Of course Kim Na-yeon—Lee Ji-yu’s mother—was someone she occasionally ran into at the bathhouse, so she felt nothing particular.
Kim Na-yeon stirred no emotion at all.
But… the three who came with her were different.
Tremendous impatience and dread flooded her for the two-odd hours of the tattooing.
So she stood right behind the closed door of the tattoo room, endlessly biting her nails and staring only at that door.
Soon the four naked women walked out into the living room. She first checked the name in the center of their crotch tattoos and felt a wave of relief.
KYA’S
Na-yeon was somehow different: the lower part of the crotch tattoo, the space where the others bore KYA’S, was empty, and beneath it LJY’S had been engraved.
She first confirmed it was not Lee Kang-ho or LKH’S.
And a different style of crotch tattoo from her own. They stroked those tattoos, fondling the rings on their nipples, clitorises, navels—even their labia minora.
While she wore green piercing jewels, theirs were set with blue gems. The blue stone glittering from each navel was especially beautiful.
“Na-yeon… Hyung-seop’s mom, Nak-jun’s mom… why are you here?”
“Jun-hee, meeting you here. From now on, please call me Pona.”
Kim Na-yeon… that haughty-looking woman asking to be called Pona.
She glanced around at the other women; their reactions were completely indifferent.
Pona?
The strange name raised a question for only a moment before her tattoos caught the eye.
The arm extended for a handshake bore hard-to-read cursive English on the forearm.
Both wrists, and when she looked down, the ankles too had hard-to-read English scrawled across them.
Same tattoo locations Master said he would add later… of course Master’s are blatant Korean, and these women’s are English…
Naked bodies beautiful even to a woman’s eyes.
With everyone undressed, she felt abnormal still wearing an apron.
And facing Na-yeon, who wore a different crotch tattoo, different initials, and piercings dangling everywhere.
From her, truly no particular feeling arose. The source of the anxiety remained the other three women.
“Hohoho. Gi-hun’s mom. I’m Pomi, this one’s Posuni, and this lady please call Poppi. Jun-hee.”
She already knew they were bitches from hearing it as they entered. But Pomi, Posuni, Poppi. Didn’t that make them sound exactly like dogs?
“Uh…”
When she was too flustered to speak, they smiled bashfully and nodded.
“It’s fine. I like the name Posuni that Master gave me.”
Nak-jun’s mother urged her with a bright smile to call her Posuni.
The three women’s gazes, as if begging to be called the Poppis, made Jun-hee call her Pomi without realizing it.
“Yes. Miss Pomi. But why here?”
Then they smiled in satisfaction and proudly thrust out their naked bodies, hands on hips, and touched the initials in the center of their crotch tattoos.
“We’re Kim Ian’s bitches. After getting fucked by Master we ended up becoming his bitches. So gratefully.”
Poppi—the older sister of her son’s friend. And the voice of Pomi’s daughter.
Having seen A-yeong and Seon-hui’s cases, the fact that mother and daughter were subjugated to one man was not especially surprising. The name Kim Ian was the problem.
Was this the cause of the anxiety?
Kim Ian.
Who was Kim Ian?
The kid her son always badmouthed whenever he talked about school.
And according to the other parents, the kid Gi-hun and his friends had bullied and ostracized.
How?
“If it’s Kim Ian, that… Gi-hun and them…”
“Yes. Regrettably, my brat of a son bullied Master. How dare he.”
Murderous intent radiated from Pomi and Posuni’s eyes. Jun-hee flinched at those gazes and took a step back.
They were looking only at the boy named Kim Ian, their own sons irrelevant.
The fact that they had become slaves of their friend’s son.
Well, she herself had become a slave of a man her son’s age, so she could let that pass—but wasn’t Kim Ian different?
Jun-hee’s thoughts grew more tangled by the second.
“Hohoho, no need to look at us like that. We’re so happy. Just like Jun-hee is happy getting fucked by Teacher.”
She had no choice but to nod.
The name Kim Ian kept uncomfortably disturbing her mind, yet she could not deny the woman’s words.
Creak.
Then Master walked out of the tattoo room.
“Haven’t left yet? Miss Pona? And the Poppis?”
“Yes, Teacher. We saw an acquaintance.”
Na-yeon greeted Master politely, showing no sexual desire whatsoever. Master likewise showed no lust toward them.
But Master smirked and approached Jun-hee.
He stroked her cheek and whispered into her ear.
“Take off the apron. It’s not polite for our house’s bitch to be wearing clothes when another house’s bitches are naked.”
“Yes…”
Unable to defy Master’s words, she stripped the apron off in one fluid motion.
At that instant the gazes piercing her made Jun-hee’s juices burst out.
Exhibitionism. The fact of showing her naked body to acquaintances she knew well sent juices flowing uncontrollably down her thighs.
“Our Jun-hee is this kind of girl. A bitch crazy for exposure. What kind of training did you receive from Hyung-nim?”
Hyung-nim? Had he just called Kim Ian Hyung-nim?
Even while dripping juices, Jun-hee could only stare blankly at Master. Her heart pounded madly. Anxiety.
A strange sense of crisis was boiling up from deep inside.
“Our Master has many ladies, so he doesn’t train us personally. Unfortunately. But Lady Jeong-mi is in charge of our discipline.”
“Is that so?”
Kang-ho walked behind Jun-hee.
He back-hugged her, right hand seizing her pussy, left hand her left breast.
Then he thrust fingers into Jun-hee’s pussy while squeezing her left breast.
Being violated right in front of her son’s friends’ mothers, more than shame, an immense pleasure she could not endure rose up, so she could not keep her senses.
Squelch squelch.
“Haaang!!!”
Slap slap slap.
Kang-ho’s fingers soon rolled her clitoris; one hand rapidly thrust into her pussy.
The pussy dripping juices made wet sounds while endlessly spurting juices even more fiercely.
“Haaang!!! Hahk… Master. The others are watching.”
“You like being watched as an exhibitionist masochist. When Seon-hui and A-yeong watch, your pussy clenches more. Right?”
Jun-hee blushed but had nothing to say. Because it was true.
“Do you know why Poppi, Pomi, and Posuni became Ian Hyung-nim’s bitches?”
Squelch squelch.
Kang-ho’s fingers bent and persistently scraped the spots inside Jun-hee’s vagina.
Jun-hee approached the threshold of climax from that pleasure and from the thought of the Poppis watching.
“Aung!!! I don’t know.”
“Revenge. I moved here at Ian Hyung-nim’s request too. To make you a bitch.”
The moment she heard those words, desolation and betrayal flooded in.
Yet a strange pleasure amplified and led Jun-hee straight to orgasm.
Her body trembled. Jun-hee entered a full Siofuki state, spurting clear water from her urethra, and still Kang-ho’s hand persistently worked the spots until she shot golden streams across the living room as well.
“Haaaaang!!!”
Revenge.
Sadness and betrayal floated through her head after the pleasure passed, hurting Jun-hee’s heart. At that moment Master whispered into her ear.
“It started as revenge, but you’re forever my bitch. I won’t abandon you, so don’t worry and just live as my bitch like now.”
“Yes!!! Haa haa.”
After the anxiety vanished, the shame that rushed in made her look at the Poppis, but they were staring at her expressionlessly. Eerily.
Then Kang-ho smirked, pulled his hand from Jun-hee’s pussy, and brought it to her mouth. Naturally she opened her lips and sucked the fingers.
Slurp slurp.
“Those girls are trained completely into bitch mindset. You and Seon-hui will see the video of their training that A-yeong saw this evening. Even if you get fucked by me right here, they absolutely do not go into heat. They only go into heat uniquely for Hyung-nim and the sister-in-laws. Look at their pussies. Did even a single drop of juice flow? Open your pussies.”
“Yes. Since Master ordered us to obey Teacher’s commands except for sex…”
Na-yeon crossed her arms and looked at the Poppis. Still Master said nothing special.
Poppi answered stiffly and spread her pussy. Soon Pomi and Posuni also spread theirs, and as Master said they were moist but did not look as if they were in heat.
“Sending your training video to Gi-hun isn’t a lie. Not video but in photo form. Their training photos will also be delivered to the kids named Hyung-seop and Nak-jun.”
“Th… that?”
Gush.
The juices that had spurted so fiercely from the earlier Siofuki were shooting from her pussy again. Realizing that her training photos would actually be shown to her son—not mere trash talk for play—that thought alone brought her to climax.
“Haaang…”
“Heh… pervert bitch. Look at you thrashing because you like the idea of showing photos of getting fucked to your son.”
Master cursed her like that, stroked Jun-hee’s head, and walked back into the master bedroom.
“Miss Pona and you all leave now.”
“Yes, Teacher.”
Na-yeon and the Poppis were putting on clothes piece by piece. Jun-hee, legs weak, sat collapsed in the living room staring blankly at them.
“Hohoho. Enjoyed the show, Auntie. You looked happy? Then we’ll be going.”
Poppi smiled, greeted her, and left the house.
Jun-hee was confused about what had just happened.
February 12, 10:00 p.m.
Jun-hee tried hard to forget the morning’s shock.
After spending several hours nestled in Kang-ho’s arms, wandering a paradise of pleasure, she gradually stabilized. Then, on Master’s order, she went briefly to Seon-hui’s house and returned at ten o’clock sharp.
But the moans now coming from the master bedroom made her heart complicated again, and yesterday’s events rose once more in her mind.
—Haaang! Ang. Ang!!!! Aaaang!!!
It was the voice of Seo-jin, the girl who was supposedly her son’s friend’s girlfriend.
Her heart grew tangled. That girl too had been dragged here as part of Ian’s revenge. And at the girl’s enormous moans she hung her head low.
Then the conversation that followed—after a brief lull while someone drank water—A-reum’s voice reached her.
A-reum…
If she heard that girl’s pain-filled scream her chest would hurt. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the cry that would come.
—Haaang!!!
A-reum?
Jun-hee, who had been recalling even the pain of the first time Kang-ho had fucked her, felt her legs give out at A-reum’s immediate scream of pleasure and collapsed onto the floor.
How can A-reum…
The four girls Kang-ho had said he would bring when he went out earlier.
Led by Oh A-reum, her own son’s girlfriend, they were the girlfriends of Hyung-seop, Nak-jun, and Hyung-cheol.
Those eight kids had gone back and forth between one another’s houses, children she herself had seen often.
Especially A-reum, who was so devoted to Gi-hun that Jun-hee had secretly disliked her a little—yet knowing Gi-hun was a spoiled brat, she had even thought that marrying them might settle him down.
Hoping that marriage would stabilize the girl.
That same girl was now being ravished by Master. She had clearly walked into the house of her own free will, yet A-reum and Seo-jin were screaming in enormous pleasure.
Even though it was supposedly their first time, the moans had burst out at once. It almost felt like betrayal.
“Hoho, surprised me. Didn’t expect the moans to start right away.”
A-yeong approached naked, looked toward the master bedroom, and laughed.
Jun-hee nodded. That was exactly how she felt inside.
“The one getting fucked right now is Gi-hun’s girlfriend, right?”
“Yes, Unnie. A-reum.”
A-yeong smirked.
She too had already heard why Master had taken her in, so she showed no sympathy whatsoever toward those girls.
“Gi-hun is useful sometimes. Thanks to him we met Master, after all.”
Gi-hun had sometimes eyed A-yeong with lust-filled eyes, which was why A-yeong hated him so much.
Her chest ached a little. She did not know whether it was because her son’s woman had been taken by Master, or because another woman was now in Master’s arms.
But the order she had heard earlier—to go to the juvenile detention center on the fourteenth—left a heavy weight sitting on her heart that would not lift.
“And Jun-hee. Your son is a complete idiot.”
“What?”
“He trusted that A-reum girl, right? That bitch is actually Seo Hyung-cheol’s real girlfriend—no, his slave. Gi-hun got NTR’d. Like a total moron… heh. He looked at me with those horny eyes, yet he didn’t even notice his own girlfriend had been stolen by his own underling.”
“What? NTR?”
A-yeong smirked and whispered into her ear. Jun-hee collapsed onto the floor and stared blankly at the master bedroom.
She had thought A-reum was a little twisted, but the girl was a far greater pervert than she had imagined.
Going over to play, putting her boyfriend to sleep, then having sex right beside him and even taking photos… she felt sorry for her son Gi-hun.
—Youngest, come in!!!
Even while her mind was in such turmoil, Master called for her. Her body moved honestly to his command. Before she knew it Jun-hee was opening the bedroom door and stepping inside.
February 14, Friday.
“What, you’re already here?”
“Yes. Come down, Jun-hee.”
Pomi—Jeong-ae’s voice. She said she had driven over and they should go together.
Master told her to do so, so she had no choice but to put on clothes and pick up the envelope.
“Hwaaam… heading down?”
Master came out naked, two collars gripped in each hand, and A-reum and the others crawled out after him.
Completely melted eyes. Yet the pupils were still full of lust, as if the pleasure had been considerable.
“A-reum, Hyo-rim, each of you take a cock in your mouth. Time for morning piss.”
“Woof!!!” “Woof!!!!”
A-reum took the upper cock, Hyo-rim the lower, and Master’s body trembled as he began to piss.
They frowned, yet for some reason their pussies were twitching happily.
“Good girls. Brush your teeth and lie face-down on the bed. You’ll get your reward.”
“Woof!!!”
“Jun-hee, open that envelope and give the photos to Pomi and Posuni as well. There are pictures of these girls too… heh… Su-hyeon’s go to Pomi, Seo-jin’s to Posuni. And the sealed photos—divide them according to the names. That’s an order, so absolutely do not open them; show them to those brats right away.”
“Yes.”
The hand holding the envelope trembled. Pleasure. She felt her pussy clench and shoot juices, so she immediately said goodbye and left the apartment.
A domestic sedan was waiting at the entrance. The passenger window rolled down and Mi-hyeon—Nak-jun’s mother, Posuni—greeted her.
“Get in the back. Nice to see you, Jun-hee.”
“Yes.”
I got into the back seat and opened the envelope.
Two envelopes appeared. I handed the one labeled Su-hyeon to Pomi and the one labeled Seo-jin to Posuni.
“These are photos of Su-hyeon and Seo-jin.”
“Hohoho. Yes. I can already picture those brats going berserk.”
They looked far too happy. Why? Had all feeling for their sons simply vanished?
I had decided I no longer needed a son, yet these past few days had been so painful.
“And Master said absolutely do not look at these—just take the photos out and show them to the kids right away.”
They must have already been told; they accepted the white envelopes and tucked them into their bags.
“Are you… really okay with that? Showing something like that to your sons…”
“Hohoho. Jun-hee, your training still seems incomplete. Any brat who dared bully Master deserves to die. No—before they die they should at least feel this kind of despair.”
In the rearview mirror, Hyung-seop’s mother Pomi’s eyes were filled with murderous intent. I flinched.
“Oh my, oh my. Teacher has a double cock. Smaller than Master’s, but there are two of them.”
“Really?”
What? Bigger than Master’s cock? While they were surprised by the double penis, I was shocked by the size of that boy Ian’s cock.
“Master is twenty-six centimeters, and you’re saying it’s bigger than that?”
“Yes. Soft it’s twenty-one centimeters; hard it’s thirty-three. And thicker than this too.”
Crazy. Is that even human?
How enormous must that pain be? I shook my head hard.
How much had it hurt until I was tamed by Master?
“Then what Lady Jeong-mi said in that video is true? That the huge thing was the soft state?”
“Hohoho. Don’t tell me you watched our training video?”
“Yes…”
“It’s true.”
Chatting about such things as we drove, time passed surprisingly fast.
Before I knew it it was around ten o’clock, and we arrived at Gimcheon Juvenile Detention Center right on time.
We submitted the visitation request and waited. Beyond the partition Gi-hun appeared wearing a yellow prison uniform. The glad expressions. Guilt began to stab my chest.
Yet my pussy was pouring out juices like mad.
At the thought that I would soon show him photos of my own sex.
“Visitation time is thirty minutes.”
The guard walked off with heavy steps and sat at the desk behind us.
And strangely, the guard suddenly stared into empty space with vacant eyes.
“Mom. Let’s do a special visit. I wanted to eat Mom’s cooking too.”
“Yeah. Next time.”
Sorry. This is the last visit, Gi-hun. Master specially allowed it for today.
“What’s with the aunties too?”
Gi-hun was excited, and I could not bring myself to shove the photos at him, but the women beside me rustled as they took theirs out, so I had no choice but to take mine out as well.
If they reported me to Master… I did not even want to imagine it.
Tremble.
Trembling hands.
I pulled out the photos and held them up toward Gi-hun.
“Mom… what is this?”
I saw Gi-hun trembling. From the photo of me making a V-sign while impaled on a cock, to the one of me making a V-sign with the crotch tattoo freshly engraved.
“I divorced your dad. The results came today. I’m this man’s bitch. And A-reum has become this man’s slave too.”
“What!!!! Mom!!!!”
At that moment a bang sounded beside us; Hyung-seop and Nak-jun were going berserk.
“You fucking bitches. Even so, Ian’s cum dumps? Are you insane!!!!”
“Hey!!! Kim Mi-hyeon, you fucking what? Kim Ian’s bitch?!!! And who’s this guy fucking Seo-jin…”
The two of them kicked their chairs back and seethed. Pomi and Posuni smirked and sneered at them.
“This is the punishment for daring to bully Master. Jerk off while remembering these photos. And look at this too!!!”
Pomi pulled a photo from the white envelope without even looking at it and showed it to Hyung-seop. Suddenly Hyung-seop and Nak-jun stood up and started pounding the wall.
Somehow they were angrier than when they had heard their own mothers had become sex slaves.
They hammered the glass partition like madmen.
Strangely, the guard did not even try to stop them.
“Fuck, when I get out I’m killing that bastard Hyung-cheol first!!!”
“Aaaagh!!! This son of a bitch was two-timing? Daring to touch Su-hyeon?”
Ah… photos of Hyung-cheol stealing their girlfriends and mocking them.
“Hoho. Posuni, let’s go.”
“Yes, Unnie.”
I stared blankly at them when Gi-hun spoke to me in a desperate voice. Without thinking I grabbed the white envelope and the photos.
“Mom. It’s not true, right? Ian?”
“I know that Ian guy. We’re like brothers. He’s my Master too.”
“Mom!!!! Are you crazy?”
The word “crazy.” In that instant something snapped in my head, and I pulled out the photos and shoved them in front of him.
“What’s this? Why is A-reum smiling while getting fucked by Hyung-cheol? Mom?”
“A-reum and Hyung-cheol enjoyed NTR’ing you. You stupid kid. I’m leaving too. This crazy mom never wants to see you again.”
Even as I said it, a little guilt toward Gi-hun rose inside me.
I could not bear to look at his face, so I simply turned and walked away.
Bang bang.
“Mom? Mom, stop!!! Hey!!! Lee Jun-hee you fucking bitch!!!! Stop right there!!!!”
In the image of Gi-hun screaming curses at me I suddenly saw my ex-husband, and all affection dropped away at once. So I walked quickly and caught up with the women.
Soon Pomi and Posuni put their arms around me and we left the visitation room.
As a final act of kindness they deposited several million won into the commissary. I followed them and put in three million won one last time, then climbed into the car.
Manipulating CCTV footage.
Manipulating the guard’s memories.
“Heh… so they went for the visit.”
During the boring graduation ceremony, Ian smirked at the voice that reached him.