Beautiful World
The novel's setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.
Hmm... Chaehyang makes this go way too fast. It's only at five percent, but it feels about the same as when Jeong-eun was taking forty percent pleasure transfer.
My cock was already broken as hell, but even that couldn't beat Chaehyang.
I smirked and watched Dahyun through the mirror — she'd just blacked out on her third climax of the night, eyes rolled back, body convulsing. Impaled on my cock, she looked obscenely wrecked. Whites of her eyes showing, tears and snot running, drool spilling from a slack mouth with her tongue hanging out. A girl who didn't even know what an ahegao was had just cum with a perfect one plastered across her face.
"Siofuki too?"
My size was already ridiculous, and the raised veins along my shaft happened to grind right against her G-spot. That was why the squirting kept coming in waves. Even now, a thick vein was still pressing into that spot.
Sexual compatibility... is this what they mean by that?
I'd already drained a heavy load of the thinner fluid once, but a golden stream still hit the mirror dead-on and splashed back across her body. I stepped back a few paces so I wouldn't get sprayed, but the jet kept hammering the glass with undiminished force.
Shhhhhh!!!
"Hahhk... hehe... hngh... haaang!!!"
The added pleasure of pure release must have pushed her over — she was giggling like an idiot now, moaning, then shuddering hard. The stream thinned and finally cut off.
I really want to film this.
It was a shame I couldn't capture that vacant, blissed-out smile. I waited for her to settle, but the vein was still grinding her G-spot, so she just kept twitching. I decided to take her missionary next. I bumped the pleasure transfer up to ten percent, locked my arms around her, and carried her to the bed.
Thud. Thud.
"Hngh... haaang..."
I set her down carefully at the edge of the mattress. She lay there trembling. Gripping her waist, I pulled out so I could change positions.
Slick... pop.
"Hngh!!!"
A wet trickle followed. She was soaked. I hadn't even cum yet, and her juices were still pouring out for what felt like the umpteenth time. Her gaping pussy fluttered open. I headed for the fridge on the far side of the room. I was about to finish soon, so I pulled out three big bottles of water and drained them one after another. The cold water went down endlessly; after three, I felt reasonably topped up. I grabbed two five-hundred-milliliter bottles and walked back to where she lay face-down, still shaking.
I tossed the bottles onto the mattress, scooped her up, and flipped her onto her back.
"Haah... I can't... take any more. I'm going to turn into an idiot."
"I haven't even cum yet."
"What? You can't be serious—"
Her eyes were still glazed, but her voice sharpened with sudden force — until she saw my cock, still rock-hard and twitching, and her mouth fell open. She was looking at it properly for the first time.
"Th-that... was inside me? No way..."
Those unfocused eyes snapped into sharp clarity as she stared at the full thirty-three centimeters.
She swallowed hard.
"Yeah. And you're the one who took the whole thing without feeling any pain. What a filthy little body you've got, Song Dahyun."
"That's impossible... that can't be right..."
I shrugged. Her face went scarlet; she grabbed a pillow and smashed it over her head. Covering her face didn't hide what was happening below, so I caught her legs, spread them wide, and hooked her calves over my shoulders. I dragged another pillow under her hips to tilt her up.
"That's an order. Be honest. Don't you want this every single day?"
"Yes. I want to feel this kind of pleasure every day. But whether I can actually survive it— huh?"
A woman bound by the Absolute Obedience Contract could never refuse my commands. She answered, then looked confused by her own words. I ignored it and crawled toward her on my knees.
Her half-closed pussy fluttered. The second I lined my cock up with her entrance, the head started battering against it like it had a mind of its own.
Anal can wait...
Right then, I locked in my goal. Even with the pain-to-pleasure transfer switched off, I was going to have her screaming on my cock by mid-April. The America trip was a variable, but if I fucked her every day, she'd get used to it.
Slick.
"Haaaah!!!"
There was still so much residual pleasure left that even sliding into that stretched-open hole tore a moan out of her. I was about to start pounding hard when the phone under the bedside lamp suddenly rang.
Riiing. Riiing.
A call that shattered the mood. Irritation prickled up my spine.
"Huh?"
Why the landline— ah. Right. I'd stripped in the living room. My cell was still out there. I stretched, lifted the receiver, set it beside me, and — since I was too far from the base unit — hit the speakerphone.
"Hello? Baby."
"Yeah. Hye-yun."
Dahyun flinched. Just the head was inside her, and she clenched down hard at the name. She shoved the pillow aside and stared at me, then at the phone, eyes wide with disbelief.
"Nngh!!!"
"Why weren't you answering?"
"Ah... left my phone in the living room. Sorry."
That warm voice. Just thinking about Hye-yun made something soft unfurl in my chest, and it came through in the way I spoke.
Dahyun kept clenching around me in little spasms.
"And who's with you?"
Dahyun shook her head frantically. It took her a few more seconds of listening to confirm it really was the Hye-yun she knew — then she looked up at me with a pleading face, silently begging me not to say it.
"A new girl. Heh."
"Is she good?"
Another hard clench. Dahyun stared at the phone like she couldn't believe the soft, whispering voice coming out of it. Then she looked at me, dazed. I shrugged.
"Yeah. She's a virgin, so it's pretty intense."
"Hehehe. By the way, baby — did you really write this thinking of me? More Classical?"
"Huh? You read it? Of course. I knocked it out right after I met you. I had the rough story in my head already, but I only actually wrote it down these past few days."
Dahyun clenched again — this time for a completely different reason. She stared at me, stunned. A screenplay. The fact that I'd written a screenplay was clearly not what she'd expected.
"I love it so much. I've never seen a script of this quality. Jeong-eun unnie even said she wants to wrap Beautiful World fast and start working on it as early as July or August. You handed it to Director Ahn Jeongeun yourself, right? Hye-rim unnie was so jealous. When Jeong-eun unnie told everyone you wrote the scenario for me... heehee."
"Ah."
A different kind of groan. I glanced at Dahyun; she was watching with naked envy before she turned her face away. Interesting — Hye-yun was using honorifics for Hye-rim and Jeong-eun because another woman was listening. Both of them were already mine, and both ranked below her, yet she still called them unnie.
"As long as you like it, that's all that matters."
"Heehee. And Bizarre Girl — you wrote that one based on Su-jeong unnie, right? I could tell the second I read it. The character description at the start gave it away."
"Huh... you figured it out? Personality-wise Ji-yu fits better, but yeah, the looks were based on Su-jeong. If Ji-yu gets cast, she won't even need to act. I wrote it, then met Ji-yu afterward and nearly lost it."
"Hmm... Ji-yu? Don't tell me... I heard a little from Jeong-mi, but is it really that bad? She's such a sweet girl."
"She spent months tied up. That'd break anyone's personality. Even I was horrified when I saw her."
"I'm just glad. Thank you — for saving Ji-yu. I... I can't wait to get back and make a friend sandwich with her. Ji-yu and me, for you."
"Heh. Works for me."
"By the way, baby. Hye-rim unnie and Hyeon-jin unnie are losing their minds over here. You should at least get synopsis-level scripts ready for them. All my classmates and the upperclassmen are so jealous. A boyfriend who writes a whole screenplay thinking of his girlfriend? Everyone's been passing it around..."
That wasn't a problem. Scripts tailored to their acting styles and looks were already overflowing in my head. Hell, a blockbuster comedy perfect for Dahyun had just flashed through my mind.
"Who do you think I am? I've had both of theirs mapped out for a while. Just need to finish them when I get a free minute. When my woman is an actress, the right scenarios just keep pouring out."
I casually let slip that Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin were mine too. Dahyun went past mere twitching — she clapped a hand over her mouth and stared at me with huge, shocked eyes.
"Hehehe. Anyone who gets fucked by you becomes your woman. Obviously. But wait — the girl you're fucking right now is an actress, isn't she!!! Who is it?... Never mind. I'll find out when I get back. Anyway, baby. I called because I wanted to thank you. And because I was curious whether you had scripts for Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin too."
The second I hinted at my relationships with Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin, Hye-yun confirmed they were under her in the hierarchy. Dahyun looked from the phone to me in total confusion.
"Alright. You're really not getting in until the eighteenth, early morning?"
"Yeah. Doesn't look like the schedule's changing. Make sure you're sleeping in your room that night. I'm going to jump you the second I get in."
"Got it. I love you, Hye-yun. You're always my number one."
"Mm. Me too... mwah."
The line went dead with a soft click. Dahyun sat frozen, as if she'd just heard far too many impossible things at once.
"For the record, I already knew you, Ji-yu, and Hye-yun all know each other. Ji-yu told me earlier. She's the one who flipped the breaker when you came into the apartment."
"Y-you mean Lee Ji-yu? The Lee Ji-yu who graduated from Oseong Arts High this year?"
"Yeah. Jeong Hye-yun's best friend, Lee Ji-yu. Both Hye-yun and Ji-yu are my women. My wives. We've already filed the marriage registrations."
"What?!!! Ah... the polygamy protection law... right... but still, how did this even..."
Fair enough. Even I hadn't seen this web of connections coming. I'd thought Song Dahyun was attractive, sure — but I never expected her to become mine, or that she'd already know Hye-yun and Ji-yu.
"But... did you really write a screenplay that Director Ahn Jeongeun is desperate for?"
A fierce hunger lit up in Dahyun's eyes. The desperate hope that it was true — and the hunger to know whether she might get a script of her own — radiated off her in waves.
"Yeah. I've finished two so far. Jeong-eun happened to see one and latched on immediately."
"Jeong-eun?... Ah... so if someone's Master's woman, she gets a screenplay... what's the standard for—"
"Hmm... marriage registration. Not some half-assed arrangement. A woman with official paperwork proving she's mine..."
"Don't tell me!!! Hye-rim unnie and Hyeon-jin unnie too?"
I nodded. Dahyun looked simultaneously relieved and locked in some fierce internal struggle. She thought it over carefully while I watched her with quiet amusement. Then her eyes lit up — bright, sparkling — and locked onto mine. I hadn't known that vacant, baby-faced Dahyun was capable of a look like that.
"Y-you said any woman who's yours makes a scenario pop into your head. I'll file the marriage registration tomorrow. So... will you write one for me too?"
"Sure. You said you've always been a fan. Funny enough, I've already been working on a script with you in mind... want to see it?"
"What? Really?!!! Yes!!! I want to see it right now!"
She thrashed around. She should have been completely spent, but she flailed until she managed to sit up and throw her arms around me.
Slick — pop.
"Ah!!!"
"Hold on. It's in the study. But before you get the script, you're going to make me cum."
"Yes!!! Understood, Master."
She said "Master" with real conviction this time. I could feel she meant it.
Holy shit...
Disaster Brought by Speeding. Young Wife. Two movies with weird titles. Both were perfect for Dahyun's baby face — that face that made her look so much younger than she was. The first one was funnier, so I locked it in. A famous actor suddenly gets a daughter and a grandson dumped on his doorstep, and the chaos that follows — a comedy script that played the whole thing beautifully. Dahyun looked young, sure, but she also had a sharp, seductive face that didn't quite match the original heroine. That was fine. I could fix it in the study right now.
"Just wait here."
"Okay."
I smirked and headed to the study, pulling a lightly adapted version of the script from Subspace — already tweaked for this world's details.
Oh, right... Hye-rim's gambling movie... There's a solid gambling scenario on the other side. I was going to pass that along...
Kim Ian's finalized working-title scenario 'Gambling King' has been placed in Go Hye-rim's agency president's office safe. A copy has also been loaded onto the USB. If you wish to leave a message, a handwritten note in Kim Ian's penmanship will be provided.
Ah... thank you. For Hyeon-jin's, the singer image is stronger for me, so just tell her to take whichever of the songs I've composed that she likes.
Understood.
Go Hye-rim's role was a honey-trap madam and card shark — a woman who falls for the protagonist, torn between money and love, jealous and scheming. A damn attractive part. The dialogue stuck to the tongue better than almost any movie I'd seen.
Reassured, I turned to Dahyun's script. I found the heroine description page, pulled it out, rewrote the physical description to match Dahyun, blended it with the existing character setup, typed fast, and hit print. A single A4 sheet slid out. I slotted it into the gap, stapled everything together, and headed back — grabbing my phone on the way, just in case more calls came in.
When I stepped into the master bedroom, Dahyun was pacing with nerves. Our eyes met, and hers locked onto my right hand and refused to leave it.
"Ah-ah... what did I say?"
"That you have to... cum first before you'll show me."
"That's right."
I set the script and phone face-down on the table, took her hand, and walked her to the bed. She was so impatient she didn't know what to do with herself. I smirked, laid her down — and only then did the embarrassment catch up. She covered her face with the pillow again.
I put her right back into the position we'd been in before Hye-yun's call. Legs over my shoulders. I forced my half-softened cock back to full hardness, then slipped just the head inside.
"Ah!!!"