Beautiful World
The novel's setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.
[Ahn Jeongeun's Point of View]
Her heart pounded.
It wasn't that she had fallen for him or anything like that. The crushing terror still hadn't faded, so she used the phone as an excuse to buy herself a little time to escape.
The dizzying dread the instant that massive cock lined up against her entrance. The fear that her pussy might tear—perfectly natural worries for any woman.
Yet three women were walking around just fine afterward. It made no sense. She fired off the text to Dahyun and hesitated a moment longer.
After watching his acting she was already certain. Even if Dahyun took the supporting role, the two of them would shine together.
Now she looked up Hye-rim's number… no, the more approachable Hyeon-jin's.
The call connected; soft music played. Then Hyeon-jin's voice came through.
"Yeah. We just saw each other. Why call again?"
"Yes, unnie. I have a question. Um… when you do it with Ian, does it tear or anything?"
She went straight at it, blunt as a hammer. No woman would be thrilled to hear someone planned to sleep with her man, but these women seemed to have already accepted polygamy, so she just fired the shot.
Her heart hammered. Hyeon-jin and Hye-rim's fierce temperaments flashed through her mind, yet the answer mattered more, so she took a deep breath and waited.
"What? Don't tell me you're planning to fuck him? Ah… is it because you can't understand the lead role?"
"Yes. Thirty-three centimeters just doesn't feel real. I can't picture how the lead is supposed to react and change."
"Hmm… well, if that's the case. It doesn't tear. I guarantee it. And if it hurts too much… never mind. Heh… once he spears you, you won't get free. Are you ready for that?"
"You know how strong my ego is, unnie. I'm different from you two. I just want to feel the taming process for a few days—it's not my style. And he's no pretty boy."
"Hohoho. Fine. Got it. You won't get hurt, so don't worry. That enough?"
"Yes…"
"Alright. I'll watch and see whether you end up subordinate to him. Hoho. Bye."
Click.
Subordinate?
It was as if she already knew for certain that Jeongeun would become subordinate to Ian. Of course he was handsome, acted brilliantly, and was unmistakably her persona.
But that and romantic feelings between a man and a woman were separate things.
As someone who preferred pretty boys and feminine men, the idea of falling in love with him had never even crossed her mind.
She was aware of the danger, though. Her own mother had lived with a violent father, so she had watched the risks of a massive cock secondhand her entire life.
And the countless interviews. She had met many women who had been tamed by huge cocks until they lived like their men's slaves. Every one of them had shattered minds—whether the man hit them, abused them, or drained their money, as long as he gave them sex they were fine…
Unlike them, she prided herself on a strong ego.
Slap.
She smacked her own cheek and doused herself with cold water.
Seorim's greedy and has a strong ego too. Dahyun's the same. They won't cling to that man just because of my movie.
Still, a faint unease lingered. Hye-rim—Park Hye-rim—had an even stronger ego and higher self-esteem than she did. Levels she had never seen before. The thought of a woman like that clinging to that man made her anxious, yet she reassured herself that his face was close to the ideal type Hye-rim always talked about.
A man with bold lines. She said if she ever met a man, she'd marry one like that… It'll be fine.
She stepped out of the bathroom again. Ian sat blankly on the bed.
That dazed face… why did her heart skip just a little at the sight of it?
She forced herself to look away and lay back down on the bed.
Ah… so embarrassing… Even if it's just acting—no, work to understand the lead role…
Hesitating, she lay before his eyes, spreading her legs so they framed his thighs on either side. Unlike earlier, a faint flush now colored her face.
Hmm… looks like she's starting to register that this is sex.
Before, her reactions had been purely businesslike. Now a little of the woman Ahn Jeongeun was showing through.
He raised his cock again into the same position as before and lined it up against her entrance.
A violent shiver.
Her outer lips chewed at him madly. Soon wetness coated the head; slick fluids slid down the glans, tickling.
Myeong-gi… If I make only this woman climax and then cum, all my women get this myong-gi installed, right?
A sly grin.
He carefully arranged the most despicable expression he could manage, looking down at her pussy, then back up at her face.
She flinched.
"That expression. You can make it again, right?"
"Yes…? Yes. Of course."
A nod.
She was clearly trying to keep her voice calm, yet it trembled more and more. She seemed to want to reset the atmosphere, but he had already dropped into hyper-focus, catching every single thing about her.
He reached out, peeled back her clit, and rolled the tiny bean between his fingers to force more juices out.
The cute little nub caught in his grip. She jerked and twisted her body.
"Nngh… no… please… let me go."
Her clit was extremely sensitive.
He released it, seized both her thighs, and pinned them tight against her torso, preparing to push in for real.
Her legs locked in his grip. She thrashed, but his strength held her fixed; only her upper body writhed. Her small B-cup breasts jiggled lightly.
"Let go… please, sob… I don't want it like this… I hate it like this."
"A whore talking back? Shut up and get ready. My cock's going in. Now… heh."
Just as she had requested for rough sex, he shoved the head in all at once.
Her outer and inner lips wrapped the glans with continuous wet squelching sounds, clamping down hard.
As expected of a myong-gi… fucking incredible…
"Guh… aagh!!!!"
Her upper body heaved once. Eyes flew wide in disbelief as she stared down at her own pussy. The scream was swallowed in an instant; she began choking and gagging.
A full-body shudder.
Sweat poured from every inch of Jeongeun's skin in real time. Yet her pussy, true to its myong-gi nature, kept chewing on his cock unlike any other woman's.
Dense folds coiled around the head like an anaconda, grinding and squeezing. A dizzying sensation spread from the tip of the glans the deeper he went.
Slap slap.
Her hands beat at the arms pinning her thighs. Only choked sounds escaped her open mouth; she shook her head wildly as if begging him to stop—yet he remembered the first words she had spoken.
Don't stop.
"Why so speechlessly good? Khh… look at you squirting juices. Filthy bitch."
She shook her head harder.
"…Ugh… aah!!!!"
"Mmm…"
Slick.
The folds welcomed the inserted head far more eagerly than their owner. Pressure like this—even the trained martial artists of the Three Kingdoms world who had received Hyeon-ju's myong-gi had never given him this sensation.
So it's possible. A woman who looks like she's never exercised a day in her life… this kind of grip…
If the pain became familiar she might be able to stop the sex, so he kept pushing the head deeper without pause.
Even while clamping like a true myong-gi, it felt as though her pussy was actively sucking him farther in. The folds coiled and squeezed on a diagonal, so that even when he stayed still he was being drawn inside.
Yet she was so tight that beyond the folds stretching flat he kept feeling something tear.
Rip rip.
"Guh…"
Slap slap slap slap.
Jeongeun beat his arms frantically. He gave her a despicable smile and kept pushing. Soon he met her hymen and tore straight through it.
"Khh!!!!"
Tears streamed down her face; she had clearly felt the membrane rupture. This was Ahn Jeongeun's own will. It was not the reaction a whore named Jeongeun should show in the scenario.
"What? Looking at how you're drooling juices, you must like it."
He delivered the exact line a rapist would use. A woman producing wetness was simply her body's natural protection for the vagina. He twisted that fact into mockery and degradation while continuing to drive his cock deeper.
Trembling all over like an aspen leaf, she soon threw her head back, twisted her torso, and clamped both hands around his wrists. Her nails dug in, but they only stung; no wounds appeared.
Regardless of its owner's state, the myong-gi kept coiling, alternating strong and weak squeezes around glans and shaft, endlessly stimulating the head while wringing and twisting the flesh of the pillar.
Thud.
The head finally bottomed out. He stirred his cock, searching for the hidden space, and the moment he found it he shoved straight in.
She jerked violently again. Her face contorted, openly displaying the enormous pain.
"Guh… ple… guh!!! Ba…"
She collapsed.
Slick.
Fuck. These aren't just nubs.
They had said 1.5 times Hyeon-ju's, but these were no mere nubs. In the hidden crevice beneath the cervix something rough and bumpy jutted out in absurd numbers. Those protrusions swept madly across the glans.
Overwhelming stimulation surged up through the head.
"Nnngh…"
He closed his eyes and savored the service of Jeongeun's secret space. Incredible stimulation. The thought that all his women would possess this kind of myong-gi sent pure ecstasy rising through him.
The only regret was that he would never taste a superior myong-gi than this.
If I go over there… the trained martial artists' grip will be added on top…
The nubs of the lower uterus ground against him while the dense vaginal folds clamped hard, twisting the flesh of his shaft. At this level, most men wouldn't last thirty seconds, let alone a full minute. Some would probably die of pleasure on the spot.
When he stopped moving, her breathing gradually steadied.
"Haa haa… ugh… don't move… please… haa…"
"Then will you become my slave? Too high a status for a whore, but… if you declare yourself my slave I'll stay like this for thirty minutes. Say your name, my name, and that you're becoming my slave. Ahn Jeongeun… this is excessive consideration for an office girl."
"Th…"
Her pupils wavered. Calling her by full name in character threw her for a second; the "office girl" line let her relax. Then, as if deciding something, she smoothed out her scrunched expression and cried out:
"I… Ahn Jeongeun am Kim Ian's slave."
Time froze.
How will you set Ahn Jeongeun: Wife / Slave / Bitch?
"As Wife. She was a virgin."
Perform body modification.
Ahn Jeongeun's naked body appeared before his eyes. Tattoos he or Kang Ho could handle later, so he excluded them for now. She wasn't ready to be fully folded into the harem yet.
He adjusted every detail one by one, then applied a strong aging-slow effect until his points ran dry.
Equipment has already been issued.
He opened Soul Eyes and examined her. Nine tails hung limp—confirmation that she was currently in extreme pain and psychological withdrawal. He closed Soul Eyes; time flowed again.
"Good. Jeongeun. You're my slave now. Got it? No more office-girl act."
"…Th… yes."
He lowered his upper body until it pressed against hers. She winced in pain. He even released the hands pinning her thighs. She still didn't wrap her arms around his waist, so affection was still a long way off. He simply stared straight into her face and smirked.
"Kiss me."
"Yes…? A kiss is…"
"That's an order!!"
A low growl that vibrated the air.
She flinched, lifted her head, and pressed her lips to his.
Tears—whether Jeongeun's or Ahn Jeongeun's, he couldn't tell—spilled from both corners of her eyes.