Beautiful World

p>*The novel is set on a parallel-dimension Earth.

“I… I… Song Dahyun is Kim Ian’s slave.”

When I turned around, she was on her knees, head bowed low, sobbing.

Apparently even the affection boost from my Chaehyang couldn’t overpower the sheer reality of a woman having sex like this.

Her rather modest chest heaved pitifully with every sob.

Sensing that I had turned to face her, she kept her upper body lowered and pressed her hands neatly together in a full bow, the way a man would prostrate himself.

Hmm… pressing her forehead to the floor would be hotter…

I hadn’t expected Song Dahyun to take the initiative like that. Of course, she was probably too shaken to think straight, so I let it slide.

A proper dogeza meant spreading both arms and planting her forehead on the floor… the missed opportunity left a faint pang of regret.

Am I being too much of a bastard…?

Time froze, and Jini’s voice reached me.

“Wife. But… I’m a little torn about the tattoo. I did lettering on Hye-yun, Hye-rim, and Hyeon-jin, but… she won’t even be able to go to a public bath. Is there any other way?”

Aside from the Constellation’s more… deviant tastes, it usually granted small favors like this, so I laid my concerns out to Jini.

I felt a twinge of guilt toward the women who would be acting. Of course I was absolutely against full nudity, but bikinis would be allowed.

On that front I wanted to be more considerate of them—and at the same time I wanted to torment them. My thoughts kept running in contradictory directions.

Got it.

A model of Song Dahyun materialized between the bowing Dahyun and me with a soft rush of air.

I checked the stats that surfaced when I focused on it: 171 cm, 49 kg—quite a slender frame.

Her chest was, as expected, a disappointingly full B-cup, with a 22-inch waist and 34-inch hips.

Last year, during the swimsuit scene in that sitcom, I’d thought her figure was nice. But after meeting women like Hye-yun—women with heavy breasts and wide hips—her body felt distinctly lacking.

First I slipped a finger into the model’s sex.

The squeeze and the number of inner folds felt ordinary.

Not a Myeong-gi, then.

I felt her stomach. Barely any exercise.

With a Level 9 gymnastics talent, even yoga should have produced dramatic results.

Is she just lazy?

She must have been under enormous stress from her stagnant acting, so I understood. But that was all the more reason to exercise and take care of herself. The thought left me faintly disappointed. She probably wouldn’t taste very good.

Well… at least her face is pretty.

I left a spot free for the lettering and finished the body modifications the same way I had with the other women.

After that I spent a long while testing the elasticity of her breasts, how springy her cheeks were, how firm her ass felt.

About ten minutes must have passed before Jini’s voice returned.

“Thank you. Constellation. Jini.”

Eyebrow tattoos?

Come to think of it, I’d never asked any of my women about that, never even paid attention. Running back through them in my mind, none of them seemed to have any tattoos at all.

The model vanished, and a moment later I felt the air begin to move again.

Looking down at Song Dahyun’s faintly trembling body, I approached, settled beside her head, and stroked her hair.

She flinched.

She kept the bowing posture exactly as it was.

“At least while we’re having sex—and while we’re coordinating so it doesn’t interfere with the film—can you call me Master?”

“…Yes. I will.”

“And just so you know in advance, if I tell my other women to call me Master, they do it immediately. I don’t play favorites.”

“…Yes.”

She tried to lift her head; I felt the pressure against my hand and simply kept her down.

She gave up and held the position.

“I need to undress too, so stay just like that.”

I issued the order without hesitation.

“…Yes.”

I stood and set Pain-Pleasure Transfer to 0%.

With Song Dahyun, rather than flooding her with pleasure from the start, I wanted to raise it by 5% with every climax until it hit 100%.

Raising it in 10% increments with Ahn Jeongeun had worked almost too fast. Of course, we’d only had time to get her up to 40% enjoyment.

Song Dahyun is definitely coming into the harem.

Go Hye-rim, Jeong Hyeon-jin, Jeong Hye-yun, Song Dahyun… if the actresses all lived together, my range of movement would expand considerably.

The Polygamy Information Protection Act.

Hye-rim had already given the newspapers advance notice, so the reporters would never dig into us. But the neighbors would find it strange if women were constantly coming and going.

Of course, none of them would dare start rumors. Even idle gossip carried a minimum five-year sentence.

The Polygamy Protection Act had been pushed through by politicians and chaebols, and simply spreading rumors meant at least five years. Even without a formal complaint, the moment investigative agencies became aware, they opened a case.

Still, you couldn’t police what people thought. That was the domain of the gods.

“The first time you take my cock, it’s going to hurt like hell. Of course, the truly lewd ones don’t feel any pain at all from ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the start, but…”

“…”

I’d laid the bait by calling her lewd in advance. I was curious how she’d react.

The Han River was right in front of us, but just in case I carefully drew the blackout curtains, then stripped quickly.

Every time a piece of clothing landed beside her head, she flinched.

When I finally shoved my underwear down, my cock—cramped and aching—swung left and right before settling into place.

I tossed the underwear behind me, moved around behind her, sat down, and took hold of her hips. Soft.

I’d felt it on the model too—firm enough, but without that distinctive spring of a woman who actually worked out.

“Dahyun. Stay like that. And you don’t exercise, do you?”

“Th… yes.”

“The type who doesn’t gain weight no matter what you eat?”

I’d already confirmed that during the body configuration, of course.

“Yes…”

Her voice was shaking.

Her most private parts were completely exposed to a strange man. How could she not be tense?

While talking to her I lifted her hips and adjusted her legs.

Still in the bowing posture, only her ass rose high.

I pressed down on her lower back until her body formed a perfect へ shape, then looked at the thickly furred slit clenched in a tight vertical line.

She still had no idea how big my cock actually was.

I debated whether to show it to her before insertion or just push in without letting her see—then stroked myself until I was fully hard.

“I’m going to put it in just like this. If you see it you’ll definitely try to run, and then you’ll lose your chance. So? Want to look, or should we do it like this?”

“Th… yes. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠P-please do it however you say, M-Master.”

“Good. Press your head to the floor and stretch both arms straight out in front of you.”

It was the pose Aunt Hyeon-ju used to strike when she was seducing me—no panties under yoga pants, ass shoved toward me while I watched TV. A modified cat pose.

Back then I hadn’t seen her as a woman, so it had only been embarrassing. But damn… it was a genuinely filthy posture.

“And learn yoga before we start filming. That’s not an order—just a recommendation.”

“Th… yes… but I saw in a movie that if you’re not careful with a huge cock it can tear you, so…”

There had been a scene like that implied in the movie Two Detectives—a woman going to a urologist or gynecologist afterward saying she’d been torn.

Lately other films had been full of men bragging and bantering the same way.

Even in the twenty-first century they were still stuffing lines like that into scripts; the quality was completely different. In the other dimension, after the early nineties, those kinds of childish movies had disappeared.

“Ah, don’t worry. No woman who’s been with me has ever gotten hurt.”

“Yes.”

Thwack. Thwack.

My cock, apparently furious at all the stalling, kept slapping against my stomach.

I caught the impatient thing and soothed it, planted one leg beside her body, dropped onto my right knee, and edged closer little by little.

When I laid my cock in the cleft of her ass it throbbed even harder. Dahyun flinched and instinctively tried to pull away, but my hands had her locked in place.

“Relax. If you tense up it’ll only hurt you more. Take a deep breath.”

“Hhk… yes. Sss… haah.”

I lowered my cock further. Pre-cum smeared across her perineum, then the head brushed against her pubic hair. The moment it met the entrance nestled in that valley, the throbbing strangely stopped.

“Hh… hhk… I’m sorry. I’m a virgin, so… the tears won’t stop…”

Why mention she’s a virgin?

I didn’t see why she needed to announce it like she wanted special recognition, but I understood the feeling well enough. I stroked her ass with the hand that had been pressing her waist and soothed her.

“It’s fine… though if you happen to be one of those one-in-a-hundred lewd bodies, you might not feel any pain at all. If it hurts too much, I’ll go slow.”

“Hhk… I’m not lewd!!!”

“Sure. I said one in a hundred, didn’t I? Ah!! And if you want to get used to a huge cock fast, the best way is to sleep with my cock inside your pussy. How about it—want to stay the night?”

It was already past ten.

I was going to cock-lock her anyway, but I wanted her to feel even more humiliated.

“That…? I can’t. You said you wouldn’t be clingy.”

She lifted her head for a moment and broke the pose.

I pressed her waist back down and dropped my hips lower so she couldn’t see my cock.

Her eyes were swollen, her face a blotchy mess. Tears still streamed down it.

The sexy woman from earlier was gone. The allure had vanished, leaving something almost pitiful.

But if I’d expected her to back down easily, I never would have brought it up.

“I’ve got a lot of women, so I won’t see you often. And in a few days I’m heading to America for two weeks. The director said earlier the script came out well, so if things go smoothly we’ll crank in mid-April… whether you’ll be adapted by then…”

“Th…”

Her pupils trembled.

Conflict flooded her expression, then resignation settled over her. She turned her head away again and resumed the pose.

“Doesn’t matter to me either way. I only said it for your sake. Fine then… we’ll just meet once every ten days or so for sex.”

“N-no. Please do it. Hhk…”

“Yeah? Okay.”

Seeing that look of surrender on Dahyun’s face sent a surge of pure exhilaration through me. And when she agreed even to the cock-lock, her sobs intensified—and my satisfaction deepened.

Her mental state had probably shattered into pieces.

Between the stress of acting and the role, she’d already been standing on a cliff’s edge. She’d steeled herself for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a real-sex film, sure—but being half-forced into sex with a stranger, and that stranger turning out to be a pervert like me…

Hhk…

“I’m putting it in now. If it hurts, scream—I’ll go slow.”

“Hhk… yes.”

She flinched.

The outer lips lightly caught on the head twitched and chewed at it.

A fine tremor ran through her. At the words that it was about to go in, her insides began seeping wetness, preparing to receive a massive cock.

“Here I go!!”

The kind of insertion line you’d only hear in a trashy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠manga.

I smirked, gripped the base of the head, pulled her hips toward me with my left hand, and pushed my cock in.

Schlick.

Her virgin hole, overwhelmed by the size, screamed.

Schlick-schlick—the sensation of tearing transmitted straight through the head, and the stretched-open pussy clamped down hard around it.

Sssuuuk.

“Hhk… nnngh… hn?”

She’d been sobbing, but the moment the head slipped in with a wet sound she let out a soft moan of fullness—then made a puzzled noise.

Then she seemed to realize something was wrong. Even her sobbing stopped. She froze in confusion.

“Aaah!!! It hurts…”

Heh…

“Why… does it hurt? Should we stay like this for a bit?”

As expected, her acting was clumsy.

Far superior to an ordinary person, of course.

But I had just tasted a woman who was genuinely in pain.

Maybe that was why—no sweat on her body, no tensed muscles, not even a thrash of resistance. Just her mouth yelling that it hurt. I saw through the performance instantly.

“Ah!!! Yes. Just like this for a moment… it hurts so much.”

Contrary to her words, her pussy—stretched wide open—kept clenching and releasing, gushing wetness the whole time.