Date
The novel’s setting is a parallel-universe Earth.
Squelch.
Glurk… slurp… ghk… suck… hah…
Emily, seated in the passenger seat, was swallowing my cock all the way down to the root.
The dizzying sensation was so intense that if I hadn’t already been through the Three Kingdoms World, the steering wheel would have jerked straight into a sakashii crash.
“Emily… use your hands too.”
“Mmph!!!”
I was almost there, yet there was still no sign of climax, so I gave her permission to use her hands while we crossed the Han River.
She stroked the shaft beyond her lips with her right hand while her left hand clamped around her own throat.
The pressure from her left hand sent a fierce squeeze through the pillar of my cock.
Stroke, stroke.
Since there was no need to work the gears manually like some old Lambo or Porsche, I simply kept driving while stroking Emily’s platinum-blonde hair.
Not bad.
The tint was so dark that, unless someone deliberately tried to look, we weren’t likely to get caught. That was a relief.
Even if we did crash, only the car would be wrecked—the two of us would walk away fine.
The thought of that “safe during sex” trait brought the kids to mind all of a sudden.
Damn. Next time we go on a trip, I’ll have to put the pretty ones and my own kids on a bus for safety.
We’d already decided this summer’s hunting grounds would be LA and the three northern provinces, so transportation was starting to worry me.
Once we hit the north, we’d have no choice but to speed, and any accident would risk serious injury.
Knowing too much is a curse. It just makes me impatient.
Only two years of peace left.
And after that? The thought made me shake my head hard.
Crazy… stop it… there’s still plenty of time.
Yet the misery of the future kept pressing in even though I hadn’t lived it yet.
Because I hadn’t lived it, my imagination ran wild and made it even more chilling.
“Emily. When we get back, tell Hye-yun and all the bitches to cut their hair short or get a bob. You too. Got it?”
“Mmph!!!!”
She nodded, smiling bashfully.
I just smirked at the crescent-moon curve of her eyes; she closed them again and lowered her head, swallowing me all the way to the root once more.
I’d been living too carelessly.
Feeling like I needed to lock down every single detail, I issued the short-hair decree for every woman.
“Even if you’re curious, hold it in. I’ll explain later…”
How the hell do I explain this so they’ll believe every word…
Kim Ian. It is the same as what you did with Jeong-mi. Show the women the residences Lee Kang-ho has prepared. Your women will recognize that the houses suddenly appeared. That will greatly strengthen the credibility of your words.
Glurk… ghk… suck… slurp…
Kang-ho already set that up?
Yes. You must confirm at least part of it yourself so that the memories will form for the women.
Ah… thank you.
Kang-ho.
That bastard didn’t even send a report text…
Your clone reported to Oh Jeong-mi by text. There should still be an unread message from Oh Jeong-mi on your phone.
…Right.
A brief flash of anger at clone Kang-ho rose and then subsided.
Twenty houses. Sixty thousand pyeong? Something like that—residences built on a plot so vast I still couldn’t picture it. I didn’t feel like checking yet.
We’d only moved in a few days ago…
Squeeze.
Emily must have sensed my mind wandering; she gripped my cock hard.
I looked down and met her upward gaze.
Bashful smile.
Sky-blue…
Those sky-blue eyes shone between the crescent curves of her lids.
Should I take one woman with me to America? Emily?
“Want to come to America with me on the 19th?”
She shook her head hard.
The answer came way too fast.
“Did the girls already talk it over among themselves?”
Nod.
Slurp… suck…
“Ah… so I should go alone?”
Nod.
Bashful smile.
Glurk… suck~~~!!
Vacuum fellatio.
Emily had grown a lot too.
The pressure kept building until a vacuum suction clamped down hard on my cock.
Well… the moment I land, Michael’s going to introduce his little sisters, so…
Even if I only walked around with Michael’s two sisters in America, I wouldn’t get bored.
The thought made me smirk as I kept teasing Emily’s hair.
“Want me to cum?”
She shook her head.
When she opened her closed eyes again, there was even a tragic resolve in them.
What the hell was that look for over something like this?
“You want to make me cum yourself?”
Eager nods.
I wished I could read her mind.
But then it wouldn’t be any fun, would it?
If anyone else on this Earth heard me thinking like that, they’d call me crazy for sure.
“Alright… then…”
The bridge into Gangnam was already in sight. As a little encouragement, I clenched Emily’s hair tight for a moment and then released it.
She immediately tightened the hand around her own throat even harder.
And the bobbing of her head grew even faster.
We weren’t far from Samseong-dong—five minutes at most—but climax still showed no sign of arriving.
“We’ll be there in five minutes. If you can’t make me cum by then… you’d better prepare yourself for tonight. I won’t let you sleep.”
Nod.
After that, Emily somehow found even more strength; her head moved faster still.
Emily had clearly just showered and come straight up; she reached the jjimjilbang faster than I did.
Dressed in the orange short-sleeved top and shorts set, with a towel tied into twin headbands, she looked so cute I couldn’t help smiling.
She must have been staring endlessly at the men’s bath, because the moment I came down she beamed and hurried over.
“Honey!!!”
“Emily.”
She didn’t say “honey” the Korean way—she used the English pronunciation.
So I automatically answered with “Emily” the English way too.
She threw herself into my arms.
“Why are you so late?”
“Sorry. Because I was thinking about you.”
The words came out exactly as I intended, but the English skill I’d absorbed from Kang-ho surfaced naturally as well.
Since it was a memory generated for Kang-ho, it carried a full dose of James’s greasy charm…
“Ah!!! Love you so—”
“Shh.”
Emily just grinned mischievously.
Eyes were on us—especially three bastards who were staring at me with awkward expressions.
“Are those guys coming on to you?”
“Yeah. I’m so scared.”
Playing coy.
She laughed for a second, then put on a frightened act and winked one eye at me.
The people around us understood the simple English and nodded.
The three thirsty dogs, though, apparently didn’t understand a word of English; they just glared at me.
“You fucking idiots. Get lost. You’re scaring her with your staring. Don’t know ‘scared’? Instead of wasting time building muscle, maybe learn one English word, you retards…”
Hahaha.
The young women especially laughed the loudest.
They must have been harassed by those three bastards themselves, because their laughter was particularly loud.
“Eek!!!”
“‘Eek’?? What? If you’re pissed, come at me.”
“…”
The three of them flushed crimson and started to approach.
Then they saw the people around us snickering and whispering, got flustered, glanced once at my arm, sized up the situation, and bolted for the men’s locker room.
Even at a glance it was gym-pumped water muscle.
And not even properly built—clearly the kind grown with drugs. One look at my trained arm and they hung their heads and ran.
“Anyway, the squid-looking ones always act the wildest… Emily, didn’t you tell them you have a husband?”
“No, Honey. I told them I have a husband several times, but those ugly bastards still kept hitting on me.”
“Alright. Let’s grab something to eat and head straight into the sauna.”
“Yes…”
We bought two bottles of sikhye and six boiled eggs, then stepped into the kiln marked “Sauna.”
Whoosh.
Steam slammed into both of us.
It was the hottest room, so only one person was visible inside.
With this many people outside…
Well, it was hot enough to sting, so maybe that made sense. I looked at Emily with concern, but she just smiled while clinging to my arm.
“You okay? Not too hot?”
“Yes. I’ll tell you if it gets too hot.”
“That’s an order. If you can’t take it, say we’re leaving.”
“Yes, Honey.”
We lay down in a corner of the sauna, avoiding the woman who had a towel over her face, and stretched out side by side.
Slurp…
I took a cool sip of sikhye, then draped a water-soaked towel over Emily’s face the same way, covered my own, and lay back.
She wriggled a little, then pressed her whole body tightly against me and draped an arm over my stomach.
“This is a public place. Only this far.”
“Of course, Honey. Hehe.”
I reached for the spray bottle inside the sauna, aimed roughly at the towel over my face and around Emily’s, and misted us both.
Pssht pssht.
Cool moisture soaked into our faces.
“Honey. I read the script too.”
“Hm? Emily, you interested in the entertainment industry?”
I pulled the towel off and turned to look; Emily had already removed hers and was watching me.
Flushed red from the heat of the sauna, she shook her head.
“No. You said Director Ahn Jeongeun wanted to film a script that good, so I watched while Ji-yu downloaded it.”
“Was the Korean hard?”
“Well, whenever Ji-yu didn’t know a word she explained it right next to me. Honey, you’re really amazing.”
Kinda stings…
In this world it would never get caught, but it was basically plagiarism—no, beyond plagiarism, a 99% outright theft.
That was probably why my conscience kept pricking me, yet because the dimensions were different I had zero fear of getting sued.
“Whatever… should I write a script with you in mind? Even if you don’t act in it, if we submit it to a big studio it’ll get made someday.”
“Hohoho. Yes. I like that.”
Emily’s big mouth stretched wide, showing every tooth as she beamed.
There are plenty of American scripts too. More than Korean ones, actually.
I could buy scripts even now.
I’d mostly read Korean ones, but there were tons from America and Japan as well.
And even the boring award-winners of every nationality existed in the Dimensional Shop.
Hmm, a cute girl would be good.
It was childish, and the heroine was a prostitute, but it was the movie that best showcased the female lead’s charm.
“Emily, something just came to me—the story of a girl in her most miserable state meeting a prince-like man. It’s…”
“Yes? Honey, like Cinderella?”
She scooted even closer, clearly interested.
At that moment the woman who had been lying down flinched and I heard the soft sound of her body slowly crawling this way.
What’s with that woman?
I was curious, but Emily’s face was full of curiosity, so I ignored it.
“Yeah. Cinderella stories sell well. If you want to pull in female audiences, that is.”
“Yes. And then?”
“Well… when I thought of the most miserable woman, I remembered how in America there are people selling their bodies on the street…”
“Hooker?”
Even saying “prostitute,” Emily just smiled bashfully.
She’d offered up her virginity, so she had confidence.
“Yeah. When you’re riding me and thrashing around, it’s so damn sexy. I had that thought a little then.”
“Hehe. That means you like it, right?”
“Of course. Our Emily is my personal hooker.”
I whispered it so no one else would hear; Emily laughed, pressed her lips to mine, and pulled away.
Peck.
“Sounds fun. A hooker and a prince? A love story with a rich guy, right?”
“Yeah. Okay if I write it?”
“Yes, of course. But when it’s finished, you have to show it to me first.”
“Deal.”
“Ugh…”
Scratch scratch.
I turned around and saw a pretty woman still wearing a mask even inside this sauna, scratching her arm with the expression of someone who’d just seen something she shouldn’t, then locking eyes with me.
Come to think of it, those eyes looked familiar.
“Ah… I’m sorry for the public display.”
I sat up first and bowed my head in apology.
“Ah… no, it’s fine.”
The moment her voice reached me, I knew who she was.
Kim Bitna—the fastest woman in Asia, holder of Asian records.
Born in ’82, she had finished fourth in both the 100 m and 200 m at the 2000 Vancouver Olympics by the slimmest of margins, and within Asia she was literally invincible.
On top of that, she had transcended race: last year she finally took second place at the World Championships in the 100 m with an unbelievable 10.58.
Huh… so the acting bug really did bite her hard…
Because her main job was track, she never took leading or supporting roles, but whenever she had free time she appeared in cameos.
Chaehyang is being emitted. 10/15
Huh? This is a public place and people keep coming in and out…
It does not matter. If they fall short of Kim Ian’s aesthetic standards, I will control and block absorption of the Chaehyang within this space.
Flutter flutter.
Kim Bitna’s mask twitched, and the flush starting from her cheekbones seemed to deepen.
The problem was Emily.
Emily looked like she’d taken a direct hit; her breathing turned ragged.
Damn… we haven’t even been in the sauna five minutes…