DATE
I had fallen into a deep sleep for the first time in a long while when a powerful stimulation on my cock jolted me awake.
Wanting to sleep a little longer, I kept my eyes closed, curious about the woman who had buried my cock deep in her throat and was sliding back and forth.
Dahyun still hasn’t opened up her anal or throat pussy.
As my mind slowly cleared, I recognized the moans as Ji-yu’s.
Ah, right… she said morning fellatio was her share.
Ji-yu hadn’t been able to perform her morning blowjob for various reasons these past few days. A smirk threatened to break free, but I desperately held it back.
Then where’s Dahyun?
I caught a faint licking sound and realized it was a woman sucking on a pussy. When I fidgeted my legs as if still half-asleep, sure enough, I felt two women between them.
“Mmm…”
Slurp, gurgle, slurp-slurp, cough…
I should give her a load right now.
I deliberately heightened the urge to cum, and my balls began to throb. Ji-yu hurriedly pulled back until just the head was nestled in her mouth.
Slurp.
She sealed her lips and began a vacuum blowjob while a soft hand stroked my shaft hard and fast.
Definitely Ji-yu.
Right now the household had three wives: Emily, Ji-yu, and Dahyun. Emily still wasn’t bold enough to dive in like this, and Dahyun went without saying.
Spurt.
Semen rushed through my urethra and shot into Ji-yu’s mouth. Loud gulping sounds soon filled the air.
“Mmph… gulp… hnn, gulp…”
She kept milking the tip hard, drawing out the orgasm even longer. After my virility level rose, my load had swollen to four hundred milliliters, yet she swallowed every drop with ease. For over a full minute she never once pulled her mouth away until she had taken it all.
“Slurp… haah… haah… You’re awake, aren’t you? There’s no way you’d cum that fast while still asleep.”
I chuckled and lifted my head. Ji-yu was holding my cock, smiling bashfully, her beautiful face looking up at me.
“Dahyun, stop. That’s enough. Go tell the bitches to come eat breakfast.”
“Yes… Unnie.”
When Dahyun’s eyes met mine she blushed, bowed at a perfect ninety degrees, and dashed out.
“You said watching someone you know get eaten out is awkward. Yet you managed a morning greeting with Dahyun just fine?”
“Hmph. Morning fellatio is my job, so I had no choice. Besides, we already know each other.”
“That so? Come here.”
I spread my arms wide. She climbed onto me, settled on my stomach, and lowered herself. Soft, heavy breasts pressed against my chest as her face drew closer.
“Hmph… After a mouthful of cum you always told me to brush my teeth first. Is it okay now?”
“Huh? …Ah!!! Wait—mmph!!!”
Catching my expression like she’d found a weakness, Ji-yu grinned lewdly and pressed her lips to mine. Fortunately only a faint scent remained; no semen lingered. I smirked.
Slurp, kiss…
Meanwhile I noticed something else: the rough stubble that used to brush my belly was completely gone. The body modification must have taken hold quickly—only soft down remained around her sex, silky smooth.
At some point our lips parted. Ji-yu’s flushed face gently stroked my cheek.
“Haah… haah… I got a call from Hye-yun Unnie earlier. I have no intention of acting. I don’t even want to be a singer anymore. I’ll just make tormenting you like this my life’s pleasure.”
“Really? You don’t want to be a star?”
The words surprised me. According to Hye-yun, Ji-yu had once dreamed of the entertainment world. Otherwise she never would have entered the arts high school.
“Yeah. I’m telling you so you don’t waste effort. What’s life for, anyway? Enjoying it like this is the real win. No money worries, plenty of fun, and a big family that makes me happy. Hmph… There’s no woman like me, so treat me well.”
“Got it.”
Her face turned tomato-red as she spoke. Then she sprang up and ran for the door, only to pause and glance back.
“Hmph.”
I should wash up quickly too.
The bitches would soon come in to clean the grotesque puddle of semen soaking the mattress, so I carefully rose and followed the direction Ji-yu had gone—toward Hye-yun’s bathroom.
Hot water poured down, filling the bathroom with steam. Still half-asleep, I stood blankly under the spray and loosened my body.
Hmm… if Ji-yu won’t do it… then Su-jeong… and if even she refuses…?
The Eccentric Girl needed a woman in her early twenties as the female lead. Hyeon-jin looked a bit young and was only twenty-five, but when I pictured her in the role it fit well enough.
No choice. If Su-jeong turns it down I’ll just have Hyeon-jin do it.
In truth the scenario I’d prepared for Hyeon-jin suited this better anyway. I nodded to myself while organizing the day’s tasks.
Sun-jeong’s group was supposed to arrive today originally…
But Hyeon-ju and Eun-hee needed them to help conquer Mal-ja, so it couldn’t be helped. With the day suddenly free, I remembered the date with Jeong-mi I’d kept postponing.
Today, no matter what…
I shut off the shower, grabbed a new toothbrush, brushed my teeth, dried off, and stepped out. Neatly folded on the floor outside the door were underwear, a short-sleeved T-shirt, and shorts. Only one woman would prepare things this carefully.
Jeong-mi.
I dressed and walked into the living room just as Jeong-mi, Ji-yu, Emily, and Dahyun came down from the second floor in a line, carrying dishes of food.
“Huh? You’re cooking next door and bringing it over?”
“Just for today, Master. The side dishes are being prepared over there.”
Jeong-mi, leading the group, bowed her head as she answered, then smiled softly. Since I had something to tell her, I entered the living room, pulled out a chair, and sat. Rice and soup were already set; the women placed the side dishes on the table.
“Then I’ll go next door to eat.”
Jeong-mi tried to leave so only the wives and I remained, but I stopped her.
“No. I have something to discuss with you, Jeong-mi. Sit here.”
“Yes? …Then I’ll set out my own rice and soup first.”
She stepped into the kitchen and stood before the stove; a pot and rice cooker were still steaming.
“You three sit as well.”
“Yes, Honey.”
Emily answered for them and took the seat beside me. Ji-yu glanced at Jeong-mi, seemed to recall my earlier words, and sat across from me; Dahyun settled next to her.
“From now on, will meals be just the wives and me?”
The house was large enough that the dining table easily seated eight, yet with so many women even that felt insufficient.
Click, click.
When Jeong-mi approached I pointed to the seat beside me. She came around, set down her rice, soup, and utensils, and sat.
“We’ll rotate. We’ve made a schedule so the wives and concubines take turns.”
Emily’s soft voice tickled my ear; I nodded.
“Hmm… alright. Today there are only three wives. Where’s Yuri—Yeong-ho’s mother?”
“Yuri is training the bitches and mutts.”
“Ha…”
Her anger still hasn’t cooled.
Of course it wouldn’t. Only news that those bastards were dead would ease her grudge. I shook my head and asked who was in the master bedroom.
“Then who’s in the master bedroom?”
“Bora—Yu-ra. She’s cleaning with Bona—Na-yeon.”
“Hmm… that’s a lot for just two to eat.”
“If there’s leftovers we can send in the Poppies.”
“True… there’s plenty of cum mixed with piss, so we’ll need Bomi and Bosuni. Dahyun squirts so much, after all.”
Every gaze snapped to Dahyun. She flushed crimson and dropped her head.
“Master… you’re embarrassing me.”
“What of it? Once we start threesomes and foursomes the others will learn your body thoroughly. When you have sex with me you can’t help squirting.”
Her G-spot sits right where my veins press…
“What? What do you mean?”
Ji-yu looked back and forth between Dahyun and me in confusion, but I only shrugged. Everyone was dressed the same—white T-shirts and black shorts. Apparently that was today’s uniform.
“Let’s eat first.”
No one had picked up their spoons, so I lifted mine, scooped soup, and brought it to my mouth. Only then did the four women begin their meal.
“Jeong-mi, no matter what happens today you’re going on a date with me. Finish eating and get ready.”
“Yes? …Bojin—Mi-jin—has to go look at the Suseo-dong land…”
“It’s fine. Emily, take Na-yeon and Mi-jin with you. Get good photos.”
“Yes, Honey.”
Emily had recently visited Busan with Ji-yu and me, so she simply smiled without protest.
“Ji-yu, you take Dahyun and Yuri and train the bitches a bit. Introduce our family to Dahyun properly. That okay?”
“Of course. That’s fine.”
In truth Jeong-mi had nearly finished the training, and with Yuri adding extra sessions Ji-yu would have little to do. I was mainly assigning her to keep an eye on Yuri so she didn’t go overboard.
“Dahyun, learn properly how our harem runs. I’ll make time for a date with you later too. Once the marriage registration is done the reporters will back off.”
“Yes… Master.”
“Ah… use whatever title you like. You’re a wife.”
“I like Master.”
She said it while bashfully lowering her head.
“Jeong-mi, Boae—Han Ju-ae—is coming with us, so get her ready. Bora and Poppy might feel left out, so tell them I’ll take them on all the dates they want at school later. We’ll be known as a campus couple anyway. Tell Bona and Yuri not to feel left out either—I’ll date them when I have time.”
“Yes, Master.”
The meal continued. I listened quietly while the women asked one another curious questions, finished eating, and returned to the bathroom. After washing I found another set of clothes waiting outside the door—white T-shirt, cotton pants, and a coat. I put them on, tidied my hair in the mirror, and stepped into the living room.
The living room was quiet. Even the master bedroom had been cleaned by the bitches; the licking sounds had ceased, leaving the house a little lonely.
Hmm… I need to hurry and assign the bitches properly.
We first had to finish furnishing every apartment we’d bought before we could distribute them, so I pondered for a moment. The room opposite Hye-yun’s still had no set purpose.
I’ll put my personal bitches together in one room on the twenty-fourth floor.
I planned to set up doghouses there and station the three of them—Yu-ra, Na-yeon, and Poppy. The twenty-fourth floor alone had six rooms. Officially Hye-yun and A-jeong would live in this house, with their subordinate concubines and bitches assigned accordingly. That decision was already settled.
Bringing more in would be too much, wouldn’t it?
The duplex penthouse on the twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth floors already felt like it would be packed just with Hye-yun, A-jeong, and the related women. I would need to discuss it with Jeong-mi soon. Thinking further wouldn’t produce answers, so I brewed coffee in the kitchen and looked up toward the second floor.
The women were taking their sweet time.
“It’s already nine in the morning, so we won’t be able to leave the capital area…”
Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
While I was still deciding where to go, the intercom rang. Puzzled, I approached. It was the call from the apartment’s front-gate barrier. Kim Ha-na sat in the driver’s seat, and I was briefly startled.
Ha-na Teacher?
Kim Ha-na—Go Sun-jeong’s slave and my elementary-school homeroom teacher. Confirming her face, I immediately raised the barrier; the intercom cut off.
Just then Jeong-mi came down wearing jeans and a white T-shirt that made her look younger. I walked toward her.
“Was Ha-na supposed to come up from Goesan today?”
“Ah… someone said they were coming up. To pick up the tails and tools.”
“Ah… that was it?”
Moments later A-jeong’s mother, Ju-ae, also descended from the second floor—the unit next door, 2401. She too wore a white T-shirt, jeans, and a coat, matching Jeong-mi.
“Master.”
“Yeah. I have something to tell you too, so come on the date with Jeong-mi.”
“Thank you, Master. For looking after a sinner like me…”
“Enough. Both of you sit on the sofa for now.”
The two women sat side by side on the sofa, faces flushed. Jeong-mi with her stronger charisma, Ju-ae with her more seductive eyes and equally fierce presence—both beautiful, as expected of Hye-yun’s and A-jeong’s mothers. Perhaps because their ranks had split into concubine and bitch, Ju-ae couldn’t bring herself to look Jeong-mi in the face and kept her gaze averted.
“Ah… Master, may I bring the box I prepared?”
“Sure.”
Jeong-mi rose, entered the room opposite Hye-yun’s—the one I’d planned as the bitches’ quarters—and returned carrying a box.
“I packed everything for Ha-na too, including the sisters’ tails.”
“Good.”
The doorbell rang. Jeong-mi went to open the front door, and suddenly the entrance grew noisy. Children’s voices drifted in.
“Hello.”
“Oh my… you must be Areum and Ahee, and you’re Nahee. Come in, come in. You too, Ha-na.”
“Yes, Unnie. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Kim Ha-na.”
Areum, Ahee, and Nahee came?
I shot to my feet. Nahee had seemed to dislike me, sniping and speaking casually, but looking back I realized I’d been partly at fault. I remembered treating Areum and Ahee a little better and the sulking that followed. Of course, if she kept it up in the future I would cut her off coldly and send her to Myeong-hak.
I headed to the entrance. There stood the refined Teacher Ha-na, face red, while the identical twin girls Areum and Ahee ran toward me.
“Oppa!!!!”
“Yeah… and you come here too, Nahee.”
“Mm… Oppa.”
Even Nahee, whose atmosphere had changed a great deal, hesitated for a moment before nestling into the arms I opened.
Right. They’re still just kids. What matters is from now on.
Born in ’94, now entering third grade of elementary school—adorable little things. Holding them made my heart feel warm and full.