Han Ju-ae. You Need a Crotch Tattoo Like That Too

I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to gather my thoughts.

But my mind was a tangle. Ju-ae licking her way from my cheek down to my chest. The way she flipped the instant pain turned to pleasure was fascinating, and the fact that I still hadn't leveled up my stamina through her Myeong-gi trait left me frustrated. A dozen other half-formed thoughts crowded in as well.

I couldn't just keep thinking forever, so I drove my hips up again.

Squelch, squelch.

"Haahng… hahk… ahh!!!"

The moment I moved, Ju-ae leaned her upper body back and planted her hands on my knees. Those Myeong-gi folds wrapped around my cock, the little ridges rubbing and grinding. The sensation kept making me look forward to A-jeong even more.

She still wasn't satisfied. I felt the head of my cock start to pull free, then catch right at the entrance of her pussy.

Slick—thud.

Her full weight settled onto the tip.

"Haaaang!!! Master… you won't throw me away, will you?"

I nodded.

The build-up of pain, pleasure, and amplified pleasure must have done its work. She was acting like a complete slave now. My abilities really were broken.

"I can show Hyeong-cheol the footage we just shot, right?"

"…Yes. If it makes Master happy… may I divorce him?"

"Sure."

I could only show the others photos, but for Hyeong-cheol I could play the full video. I had wanted to watch his reaction through a hidden camera, so earlier I had texted Kang Ho: come to this house today, plant the cameras, and leave the video ready.

The moment I gave her permission to divorce, her movements seemed to lighten. Or maybe that was just my imagination.

Her grinding grew faster and faster. Because she was a Myeong-gi, the good feeling kept climbing without break. I smirked, sat up, wrapped my arms around her, and lay back down again.

"Keep moving just like this."

"Haang… yes."

Through the arms I had locked around her I could feel her ass bouncing. She stared at me with completely unfocused eyes. Hot breath washed over me, thick with mint.

Her lips parted. Her tongue slipped out and licked across them. I chuckled and kissed her.

Smack.

Toothpaste flavor.

After the short kiss I released her. She stayed pressed against me and kept working her hips. Smiling shyly, she licked my cheek and chest while rubbing her breasts against me.

"Haang!! It feels so good. Haahng…"

"Just listen. My women have three ranks. Wife, Concubine, Bitch. A-jeong is a Wife. You're a Bitch. And since you just joined the harem, your rank is dead last… no, I'll put Poppy and Posun under you. Got it?"

I had to blame Poppy and Posun's looks for that. The moment I made someone a Bitch, ninety percent of the punishment was already done. Wives and Concubines got sequential ranking, but once Na-yeon had demoted herself to Bitch, I no longer felt the need to keep the Bitch order strictly sequential.

Squelch—thrust—squelch.

"Haahng… yes."

I stroked her hair and cupped her soft ass. For her age the elasticity was still impressive; it felt good in my hands.

Right then her pussy clamped down hard on my cock and a fine tremor ran through her whole body. Matching the signs of her approaching climax, I dragged my own orgasm up to meet it.

My balls tightened. A moment later I shot straight toward her womb.

Spurt.

"Haaaaang!!!"

Her eyes had been half-lidded; the moment the cum hit her they snapped wide open. Mouth hanging open, she screamed in ecstasy.

Tremble.

Her pussy contracted violently. I held her tight. She buried her face against me and panted hot, excited breaths.

"Haang!!! Haa… haa… it's so hot."

Hmm…

Ju-ae receiving A-jeong's fertilized egg? The thought of Ju-ae becoming a pillow that also carried A-jeong's fertilized egg made my cock throb like crazy.

"Again? Heuunng. Yes."

She must have taken that throbbing as a signal. She sat up, looked down at me with a smile, and began rolling her hips in lavish circles.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smirked.

I closed my eyes, ready to enjoy her service again, when my sharp hearing caught the sound of the doorbell.

Beep-beep-beep-beep.

Ju-ae either didn't hear it or didn't care; she kept moving. I sat up and wrapped my arms around her.

"Turn around while still on me."

"Haang… yes."

She awkwardly stretched her legs and spun. Once she was in reverse cowgirl facing the door, she started rolling her hips again.

Then she suddenly froze.

Five women walked in wearing nothing but trench coats and stockings.

"Hah… Jeong-ae-ssi, Mi-hyeon-ssi… and even Na-yeon-ssi?"

I was surprised she knew Na-yeon. Jeong-ae and Mi-hyeon had been called to the school together, so that made sense, but Na-yeon lived in the apartment complex across the main road—she could have known her too. I nodded to myself.

"Master, we're here."

Jeong Yu-ri spoke with flushed cheeks. I nodded.

"Yu-ri and Na-yeon came too?"

"Yes. I got my crotch tattoo today and wanted to show Master."

"I received management authority over the Bitches from Lady Jeong-mi."

I hesitated for a second. Was it really wise to put the Bitches—especially Jeong-ae, Mi-hyeon, and Ju-ae, the mothers of Nak-jun, Hyeong-seop, and Hyeong-cheol—under Yu-ri, Yeong-ho's mother?

"Hmm… Yu-ri. Can you manage them without personal feelings?"

"Of course. Master is now the highest purpose of my life. Why would I ever do something Master dislikes?"

Yu-ri's sharp eyes curved into a smile.

I nodded and looked the women over.

"All right. Let's see them. My Bitches."

Starting with Na-yeon, then Jumi (Poppy), Jeong-ae (Pomi), and Mi-hyeon (Posun) began unbuttoning their trench coats. Their naked bodies slowly came into view. Yu-ri still had none of the lettering from her body modifications yet.

"You came like that?"

"Yes. We borrowed Lady Jeong-mi's car keys."

One by one the coats fell away. Five completely naked bodies stood ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠there, wearing nothing but black thigh-high stockings.

"Hah…"

A pussy clamped hard around my cock.

I stared blankly at the four naked women—everyone except Yu-ri, whose crotch tattoo stood out. They lifted their breasts; black lettering ran beneath them. Every nipple was pierced and hung with a blue jewel. Their navels were filled with blue gems, and below that sat the pink crotch tattoos.

Three of them still had no lettering in the center of the tattoo, but Na-yeon already bore the small letters LJY'S. The heart design was beautiful. Curves swept out to their hips. Clitoral piercings, two rings each on the inner labia. Then they turned around.

Lettering above the crack of their asses. On the inner forearms and inner thighs they displayed my English name.

Kim Yi-Ahn's Bitch

They lifted their feet next. On the soles, written in Korean: "Kim Ian's meat toilet."

Finally they turned back, swept their hair up, and showed the single word "Kim Ian" written there.

A bit much…

"Hmm. Whose idea was it to go that far?"

"Um… Lady Jeong-mi showed us the design she worked out with Lady Hyeon-ju and Lady Eun-hee. They said they wanted the same tattoos themselves but Master refused, so if we wanted them we should get everything."

I nodded.

As expected, Hyeon-ju's influence…

"Aren't you going to introduce us?"

"Ah!! You all seem to know each other already? This one is Happy."

I groped Ju-ae's breasts as I said the name. Na-yeon nodded, stepped forward, and greeted her.

"I'm Master's Concubine, Jeong Yu-ri. If I say I'm Kim Yeong-ho's mother, you know who I am, right?"

She claimed no personal feelings, yet I could feel killing intent aimed at Ju-ae, whom she was meeting for the first time.

Ju-ae trembled and clenched ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠around my cock.

"H-hello…"

"I'm Bitch rank one, Kim Na-yeon. Call me Pona."

"Pona?"

"Master, I named myself to match the others. Pona. You'll allow it, right?"

Pona… Kim Na-yeon had named herself. What a magnificent pervert. I could only nod.

"Hmm… then Ju-ae, you'll be Poae. We're going full 'Po' theme anyway."

"Poae… yes."

In turn Poppy, Pomi, and Posun introduced themselves and then stood quietly.

"Did the piercings hurt?"

"No. Strangely, there was no pain at all."

Ju-ae examined them in silence. She must have already realized she would soon receive the same tattoos and piercings as these Bitches.

"Watch carefully, Ju-ae. You and two other women will be going for tattoo and piercing work today or tomorrow."

"Th-that… yes."

Her pussy squeezed my cock hard. I smirked and simply enjoyed the view. Once I thought of them as Bitches, the dense tattoos actually looked good.

"Nice. You all came out pretty. The jewels are pretty too."

"Thank you, Master."

The four bowed their heads. I lifted Ju-ae and pulled my cock free.

Pop.

Cum dribbled out.

"Poae. That's an order—lick up every drop of cum you spilled."

"Yes…? Yes."

She buried her face and greedily sucked it up. I walked slowly over to the others, admired them up close, and touched their crotch tattoos. Soft, elastic bodies. No swelling or side effects; the tattoos had settled perfectly.

"Hmm… good. Posun—Kim Mi-hyeon, Nak-jun's mother—once Poae finishes licking everything up, take her and start training her."

"Yes. Um… may I use a cane?"

"Do whatever. For today only, Poae is the lowest."

"Poppy and Pomi, you two do scissoring next to them. Na-yeon… no, Pona, and Yu-ri—once they're done, lie down in order. Got it?"

"Yes."

I first approached Yu-ri, currently the highest-ranked here.

"Yu-ri, today is a celebration for your crotch tattoo, so you'll start by eating Na-yeon. You can lick my body too if you want. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Master."

She climbed onto the bed and knelt waiting. I went to Na-yeon and tapped her left thigh. She lifted her leg; her calf settled smoothly over my shoulder. The soft texture of the stocking tickled my skin. I heard liquid dripping.

Drip, drip.

Her pussy fluttered with anticipation, pouring out love juices.

"My little pervert Pona. Enjoying Bitch life?"

"Yes… Master. I'm so happy. So very…"

"You must have been dripping when you got the crotch tattoo, right?"

She shook her head.

"No. Strangely, because it wasn't in front of Master, no juices came out at all."

That was interesting. Just imagining it should have made her flood. I chuckled, wrapped an arm around her waist; she leaned into my arm and lifted her other leg as well. She folded her knees, slipped her foot between my arms, and soon both calves rested on my shoulders. Her hand reached down, guided my cock to her entrance, then she locked her arms around my neck and slowly sank down.

"Haahng…"

"If you're done licking, go."

"Yes…? Yes."

Behind me I heard Posun and Poae. A moment later they walked past and left the master bedroom.

Click.

Posun shut the door.

I carried Na-yeon and turned toward the bed. There I found mother and daughter already scissoring, legs crossed, rubbing their pussies together.

"Haahng… Unnie, rub my clit harder."

"Mm."

I laid Na-yeon down beside them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and pressed her thighs open. Automatically she grabbed her own feet and spread wide. Her face was flushed with anticipation.

Thrust—thud!!!

"Haaang!!!!"

Na-yeon cried out. Yu-ri smiled seductively, crawled over, and straddled Na-yeon's face. Yu-ri's pussy settled over Na-yeon's mouth; then Yu-ri leaned toward me, took hold of my neck, and looked into my eyes.

"Master. This is my revenge. Stealing Master's gaze away from Pomi, Posun, and Poae every now and then. You'll forgive me for at least this much, right?"

"Hahaha. Sure. That much is fine."

Hearing my permission, Yu-ri opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and pulled my neck closer.

"Pona, sorry about this. Lick Unnie's pussy for me, will you?"

"Mmph… no, Unnie. I understand."