Date: Kim Bitna
The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel universe.
"Honey. Bitna here is a virgin. And she's got that pure white pussy you like so much."
At Emily's words, Bitna's body—standing just slightly behind her—flushed a deep, burning red.
A virgin? I'd heard athletes had ferocious sex drives, so this was a surprise.
"Huh? Really? But it looked like she'd seen a man's cock before."
"Th-that's because… there are guys who sexually harass us during training."
"Crazy. Don't tell me they just whip it out?"
There were plenty of ways to harass someone, but the idea of some flasher-type asshole training right alongside them left me speechless. I was starting to suspect that was exactly why Korean men's track hadn't broken a national record in thirty years.
"Yes… a few of the male athletes pretend it's an accident, act like they don't see the women, and just… expose themselves."
"Tsk… fucking psychos. How big?"
"What?!!! N-no. The sisters said they weren't big…"
She was flustered. Watching that reaction stirred the same sadistic urge I'd felt with Dahyun. If I'd done it to Dahyun and then went easy on Bitna, wouldn't that be unfair? I started to spin that twisted rationalization, then just shook my head hard and let it go.
Chaehyang… it's seriously too broken.
I set the pain-pleasure conversion to 0%. We weren't enemies; I had no reason to hurt her on purpose. Unless she was a masochist like Na-yeon who actually got off on pain.
If Emily weren't here, I probably would've messed with her head already.
Emily was already mine, so looking at her settled me. Looking at Bitna, though, spiked my possessiveness and sadism right back up. A nice balance. The moment I glanced at Emily, the sadistic urge really did start to fade.
I smirked. Emily nodded and slipped quickly behind Bitna. Bitna had her head bowed, flustered and not knowing what to do, when Emily hugged her from behind and undid the knot of her robe.
Ssshhk.
Even with only part of her calves showing under the robe, the muscle stood out thick and powerful, like a thoroughbred's.
"Uh… uh…"
"Bitna. What did I tell you earlier?"
Emily was clearly two years younger, yet the hierarchy already seemed settled. Bitna was far too bright and innocent for an athlete; even with Chaehyang in play, it was strange that the pecking order had locked in before any sex.
"You said I must never cover myself, Unnie."
In reality she was the tallest woman here—well, Hye-yun with her Hangjeok body existed, but I still hadn't summoned her, so strictly speaking she wasn't mine yet.
Ssshhk.
Emily slowly peeled the robe away. Bitna's hands twitched, but she held a rigid attention stance, fists clenched tight.
Whoa… those abs…
A woman carving out a clear six-pack instead of just faint lines was rare, but as a sprinter she had them etched sharp. As the robe parted, my eyes went to the abs first—before even the pure white pussy.
Breasts… B? C?
About that size, and her hips were pretty wide.
"You've worked hard… those muscles…"
"Huh?… Ah! Thank you."
Right then I could see love juices twitching and sliding down her thighs. She'd wiped herself when she came out, yet they were already dripping again in long strands.
Finally Bitna raised her arms and the robe came completely off.
Damn… if those tits were even D-cup, this body type would be lethal in a whole different way…
A different kind of beauty from soft feminine curves. The arm muscles weren't huge like a man's, but they were cleanly split; the abs; thighs that looked a solid 22 inches, packed with muscle. It was like looking at a work of art.
"Honey. Bitna's body is great, right?"
Emily gently cupped Bitna's breasts and kneaded them. Bitna's helpless expression was adorable.
"Ahh… Unnie…"
Reacting even to that much meant her breasts were an erogenous zone—Chaehyang or not.
"Come on. Do what I told you earlier."
Emily wasn't short, but she disappeared behind Bitna; only her voice came through. Bitna's face went scarlet, then she took a few steps closer.
Dahyun was already kneeling with her hands neatly pressed to her forehead.
"Hands shoulder-width. Forehead to the floor."
"Huh?… Y-yes…"
Still flustered, she fumbled her hands up awkwardly, then dropped to her knees, pressed her forehead to the floor, and planted her hands beside her head at the same height.
"I… Kim Bitna… am Kim Ian's slave."
Time stopped. Naturally she ranked as Wife.
As a track athlete she wore uniforms that bared her midriff, so I skipped the lettering. Handing out charms every day would just create hassle.
The specs I'd checked during the body remodel: 178.7 cm, B-cup, 38-inch hips. Thighs 22.3 inches. She wasn't a Myeong-gi, unfortunately. The number of vaginal folds was ordinary-human level. The squeeze, though, surpassed most semi-Myeong-gi.
Time flowed again.
Only then did Emily beam, shed her own robe, and let her E-cup heavy breasts bounce free. She gave me a sultry smile, came over, unbuckled my pants, and pulled my T-shirt up and off.
Bitna stayed exactly as instructed. Once the shirt and pants were gone and I finally kicked off my boxer briefs, Emily climbed onto the bed and I walked toward Bitna.
I set my foot against her forehead. She lifted her head slightly. I pushed further; she pressed her lips to the top of my right foot.
"Thank you… for accepting me."
"That's an order, so answer honestly. Why did you decide to throw yourself at me?"
An athlete would have decent self-esteem; the slave contract could create dissonance. I made her rationalize it herself.
"I… always thought I'd marry a Korean man who was faster than me, taller, and had a better body. So I think I fell for Master at first sight. And since you seem to practice polygamy, reporters and stalkers can be handled legally too."
She answered with her head still bowed. Chaehyang had made her fall, and she'd rationalized it that way on her own.
"You haven't even raced me yet."
"If a civilian ran 11-flat in his second year of high school, a week of pure training would make him faster than me for sure. Especially if his muscle condition improved further. Looking at your muscles now, if you ran today you could even take the Korean national record."
She stated it flatly. Absolute conviction, voice full of strength—completely different from the flustered girl of a moment ago.
And she had a point. Men and women differ hugely in athletic ability. Even without meeting the Constellation, if I'd trained sprints I was confident I could beat 10.58; maybe even crack the 9-second barrier with proper training alone.
Simulation result: Had you pursued track and field, your record would come out around 9.95.
Holy shit…
Gold medal was out of reach. Though on a lucky day, if I hit that mark and everyone else came in at 10-something… maybe.
I looked down at Bitna still kissing the top of my foot and traced the well-developed muscle from her back down her waist.
Then I wouldn't even need Chaehyang… no. Without it she might've just wanted to date instead of fuck…
I pulled my foot away. She lifted her head. The swaying glans right in front of her made her pupils tremble violently.
"I knew it was big, but this is… too…"
"Shh. Bitna. What did Unnie say?"
"That it wouldn't hurt. Not just Unnie—all the other women said there was no pain. But…"
"You don't trust Unnie?"
She shook her head hard. Looking at Emily, she clearly couldn't bring herself to say yes. Even soft it was this size; if she saw it fully hard she might bolt, so for her first time I'd go doggy-style.
"Good. I'll take you. Go over to Emily. We're doing it doggy."
"Huh?… Yes."
Her whole body flushed scarlet. She scrambled up and dashed toward Emily. Emily had already drawn her knees up tight against her body and was calling Bitna over.
"Climb up so your face lines up with mine."
"Huh?… Yes, Unnie."
When Bitna crawled over her, Emily corrected her posture, lowering her hips and so on. I approached the bed slowly; that ass was pure art. The power of 38-inch hips plus the springy elasticity.
"Honey. Can I take Bitna's first kiss?"
"Sure. Wait—you've never even kissed?"
"Th-that's right."
A living national treasure. A pure girl was nice, but still a virgin kiss at twenty-one with that face… well, good for me, of course.
Shame. If she'd been a Myeong-gi it would've been pure ecstasy.
Once I pumped her full of cum she'd become one, so no need to rush.
The mattress at this hotel was ridiculously soft; my feet sank deep with every step. I reached Bitna, knelt—her long legs made the height perfect.
Damn… never thought I'd even get the nation's little sister Bitna.
Go Hye-rim, Jeong Hyeon-jin, Song Dahyun weren't enough—now Kim Bitna. If other men found out they'd probably try to kill me.
I indulged the fantasy while resting my hands on Bitna's ass.
She flinched.
Messy. She's overflowing.
Slick and shiny; the fine hairs were soaked, droplets falling steadily, and even the insides of her thighs gleamed with wet trails.
Tremble.
Sensing my gaze, her outer lips quivered. The plump, appetizing pussy was more than I could take; I stroked my cock hard and brought it to full erection.
I caressed the firm, springy ass; she tried to look back, but Emily reached out, cupped her cheek, and stopped her.
"Only look at Unnie. Got it?"
"Yes… Unnie."
Not dainty—pretty large size-265 feet for a woman, ruined by calluses, toes a bit deformed. A pity. But that would be fixed soon too. Jini had confirmed that once the calluses were stripped they wouldn't grow back.
Throb.
I gripped my heavily pulsing cock and dragged it through the cleft of her ass. The powerful glute muscles tensed and squeezed the glans; the pleasant pressure made me smile.
Yeah, at her level she's high-grade stock…
"Ah…"
The moment it touched her valley she flinched and let out a moan. Her outer lips parted slightly and slapped against the head.
"Alright, Bitna. Slowly lower your head toward Unnie. Don't worry, and relax."
"Yes…"
Bitna's body sank gradually. The instant her mouth met Emily's, I pushed the glans in.
Muscle. Not just the vaginal walls—the surrounding muscles clamped hard around the head. Unlike a Myeong-gi that clenched and released, this was relentless, continuous pressure, and the sensation was strangely good.
If I transplant Jeong-eun's Myeong-gi on top of this… absolute peak.
Then most men wouldn't last thirty seconds—maybe twenty. It would become a weapon that took out multiple people. With that thought I buried the head completely.
"Mmph… haa… Master, she has no hymen. But she really is a virgin."
"I believe her. I know it often tears from sports…"
"Yes…"
She pulled away from Emily in a rush to shout it. The cuteness made me stroke her ass and soothe her. I'd already confirmed it during the remodel; the missing hymen had puzzled me until Jini explained.
Ssshhk.
The resistance was pretty strong. The overall muscle contraction made the vagina feel tight, though it was by no means a small pussy.
"Mmph?!!!"
That tearing sensation again. The muscles clamped even harder; because I was forcing them open, the vibration transmitted even more intensely through the glans. Looking down, her pussy was stretched wide, gripping my cock.
"See? Doesn't hurt, right?"
She nodded.
I grinned and now advanced slowly, savoring the inside of her. The unfamiliar sensation made Bitna's whole body tremble. Emily wrapped an arm around Bitna's neck; Bitna flailed for a moment, then gave in.
There's a reason guys hunt athletic women. Even without being a Myeong-gi, they clamp this tight…
Slurp, slurp.
Emily and Bitna turned their heads this way and that, lost in the kiss, only Bitna's occasional moans breaking free.