Enslaving Jo Eun-hui

All content in this novel is a story that takes place in a parallel dimension.

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Now the missions started straight with slavery.

Not sex—make her a slave. That was the order that dropped.

I still had no idea how far the rebalancing would go, but according to what had appeared in the mission window before, Mission 2/3 ran all the way to Rank G. Four more stages left.

“Haa. Fine. The moment the divorce goes through, I’ll take you as my slave.”

“Hic… Thank you, Master.”

The deadline was generous enough. I would claim Eun-hui slowly. With the Absolute Obedience Contract—that broken skill—on my side, even if I raped her, the game was over the second I forced the word “slave” out of her mouth.

Of course I had no intention of raping Eun-hui and shutting her heart for good.

Should I tell Hye-yun to file the marriage registration for both Hyeon-ju and herself at the district office?

In this case I had to register both marriages from the very beginning, no exceptions.

I had a lot to hide—assets, abilities, everything.

Which meant I especially needed the protection of the Polygamous Household Information Protection Act.

A special law written for chaebols and politicians only.

Even casually passing along information about a polygamous household carried a minimum three-year sentence, and the police opened an investigation the moment they became aware of it.

Post it online and it was five years minimum.

Journalists who leaked the information in any article—web or print—faced ten years at least.

I lifted Hyeon-ju and set her back down on the bed. She immediately settled into a perfect cat pose.

The angle was flawless; her morale had clearly skyrocketed.

I pulled my cock free.

Pop.

A thick stream followed.

Her pussy gaped wide open.

That tiny little hole had stretched to the width of my glans and was still pouring out cum.

Her belly, which had been slightly swollen, was already deflating fast.

I still needed to sort through everything I had just heard, and I wanted her cleaner before we continued, so I gave her ass a solid smack.

Slap.

“Go wash up first. Brush your teeth properly. I’ll clean up in the living-room bathroom.”

“Yes… Um… Does that mean… you’ll kiss me too?”

I already knew from friends’ stories how much meaning women placed on kissing. But when Hyeon-ju turned her head at the mention of brushing her teeth and looked at me with those pleading eyes, the truth of it hit home.

“Yeah. Your mouth, your pussy, your asshole—they’re all mine now. Of course kissing is mine too…”

“Yes. I’ll go wash right away.”

Any remaining shame seemed to have vanished; she scurried into the master bathroom with cum still dripping down her thighs.

I showered in the living-room bathroom, wiped the steam from the mirror, and replayed everything I had just learned.

Absolute Obedience Contract… Absolute Command Obedience? I’ll set that aside for now. First I need to see how thoroughly I can break Hyeon-ju with nothing but my physical gifts.

The remodeling sub-skill attached to the Absolute Obedience Contract was tempting, but I had plenty of time. I would spend the entire weekend taming Hyeon-ju, then approach Eun-hui during the week and attempt the Absolute Obedience Contract on her immediately.

I’ve really changed a lot… in a single day. Eun-hui has Chaehyang working on her, so somehow or other I’ll get the slave declaration out of her.

Finally I turned to the completely unfamiliar blessing called Dimensional Experience and called up the knowledge that had been poured into my head.

Parallel dimensions.

I already knew a fair amount about them from the analyses attached to the massive hit time-travel movie Back to the Future.

The time-travel dilemma.

The moment you alter the past, what happens to your own existence?

If time existed on only a single timeline, that dilemma would arise. But from the contents of Dimensional Experience, it seemed countless parallel universes existed. At minimum, more than 1,118 universes that contained an Earth.

Dimension…

The moment I murmured the words “Dimensional Experience,” Jini’s voice cut in abruptly.

Ah… death? Is it a dimension at war?

Jini’s voice was colder and flatter than anything I had heard from her before, delivering a hard warning. I flinched, shook my head, and stepped away from the mirror.

Jini’s tone softened. After that, no matter how many times I called, she remained silent.

I had hoped for something like a peaceful future world.

Useful information, information that could make money, would have been overflowing. But the fact that it was dangerous meant the randomly selected Earth 933 was probably crawling with the aliens or World War III my maternal grandfather had once mentioned. I abandoned the idea cleanly.

I finished organizing my thoughts—Monday’s date with Hye-yun, and how I would seduce Eun-hui once Hye-yun left for training camp that week—then left the bathroom and returned to the master bedroom.

“Master, you’re back?”

Hyeon-ju’s face looked somehow anxious; a snort of laughter escaped me. Every worry I had been carrying seemed to melt away as I walked toward her.

She swallowed hard.

“Why? What’s got you so nervous?”

“…I’m too happy. One hour with Master felt better than every happiness I’ve ever had in my entire life put together. Like a dream.”

Like a dream?

I understood that feeling perfectly. I was feeling exactly the same way. Especially after receiving blessings that were impossible in reality—Dimensional Experience, Absolute Obedience Contract, Stamina Level-Up, and the rest.

Suddenly the room felt stifling. I carefully closed the curtains and cracked the window open a little.

A sharp winter wind rushed into the bedroom and cleared my head.

“What is? Becoming a slave feels that good?”

I turned and looked at Hyeon-ju, who was trembling.

“Yes. For four months I only imagined it. No… maybe I’ve been waiting for this day even longer than that. Master just smirked, but the truth is I really was thrilled by that playful marriage proposal of yours back then.”

Her eyes grew hazy.

Her face flushed deeply.

Fallen for a seven-year-old’s proposal? Did that even make sense? She had probably rewritten her own memories, spinning a fantasy about me into something she could rationalize.

Of course I had no intention of shattering that misunderstanding. Those words sounded to me like she was already submitting in her heart as well.

“But today really is a dangerous day, right?”

The conversation that had spilled out earlier during sex—when I had been too worked up to stop myself—came back to me.

Family.

Children.

I did want ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them, of course, but I also wanted to see Hye-yun’s child first.

Still… my child. Just thinking about it made the corners of my mouth twitch, so I focused on my Acting trait. The dream of having a family. The dream of children who carried a great deal of my genes. It had been a desperately longed-for dream.

“Yes… I’ve been ovulating since yesterday. Should I… get rid of it?”

Seeing my expression harden, she grew flustered again and casually suggested aborting the child. My child? How dare she?

I stepped right up to the bed where she knelt, grabbed the hair tied behind her head, and yanked it back.

“Aaaah!!!”

“Watch your mouth. If it’s my child, it’s far more precious than you are.”

She writhed in pain, then finally smiled at my words. I kept staring at the strange expression where agony and rapture coexisted.

“Yes… yes!!! Master, I’ll give birth. Whether it’s a son or a daughter, I’ll raise them with the utmost respect.”

The strength left my hand. Her abject submission made my chest ache and filled me with pity at the same time.

“…Haa. What am I going to do with you?”

“Master. I’ll offer my mother and my daughter too. Please forgive me.”

Aunt Sun-jeong.

I didn’t remember exactly, but I knew she was around fifty now. Hyeon-ju’s oldest brother was only three years older than her, after all.

Even for a woman of that age she took excellent ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠care of herself and looked a full decade younger. Maybe because they were one of the rare wealthy families in the countryside?

She had been more than ten years younger than my maternal grandmother, yet the difference in appearance had looked closer to twenty years.

Their house next door to my maternal grandparents’ place was easily one or two times larger, and even now they were a well-known rich family in Goesan.

Come to think of it, Hyeon-ju’s late father had always been especially kind to our maternal side. He had doted on the three maternal uncles in particular.

The two families had been unusually close.

My maternal family had been yangban. Hyeon-ju’s family had been of the middle class, essentially serving as their stewards.

During the Japanese occupation, Hyeon-ju’s grandfather had been the one who carried my maternal family’s assets to Shanghai and Manchuria. As compensation he had received roughly ten percent of the fortune, used it to make a killing in the rice futures market in Incheon, then returned home and bought up land.

Even after becoming wealthy, Hyeon-ju’s grandfather had continued to treat my maternal family with the utmost deference, and her father had done the same—though the villagers used to whisper that his affection for the three uncles was excessive.

Still, no matter how young she looked, a woman in her fifties.

My heart didn’t stir in the slightest.

And Na-hui? From the beginning I had only started feeling curiosity once girls reached high-school age. Even in elementary school I had zero interest in kids my own age—Na-hui?

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Even if she grew up and threw herself at me later, I would refuse. That insolent look in her eyes. The way that tiny thing looked down on people. Just remembering it killed my arousal.

The moment my erection died, Hyeon-ju visibly panicked.

“When I told you to offer your mother and daughter, it was just dirty talk to amp up the heat during sex. A fifty-year-old auntie and a little kid. And even when Na-hui becomes an adult, I’d rather not see her if I can help it.”

“What? Y-yes. I’ll follow Master’s will… But couldn’t you at least think of Na-hui as a daughter? I’ll drill proper manners into her thoroughly.”

Hyeon-ju knew perfectly well I would never accept Jeong-cheol. She had scolded him herself so many times for his complete lack of manners that she had seen me lose control of my expression dozens—hundreds—of times.

“Why do you keep pushing Na-hui?”

“Right now I swear loyalty to Master, but later if I ever start thinking about my own children, I feel like I’ll need at least one of them so my heart doesn’t waver. If my heart wavers and I suffer, Master won’t look at me. And Master’s children will need an older sister or noona too.”

An older sister.

Looking at friends who had older brothers, friends who had older sisters, friends who had many older sisters—the ones with older sisters were gentler and always kept themselves neat. Of course the guy with four older sisters had the side effect of acting a bit girlish, but still.

And that older-sister role had once been filled by Eun-hui and the woman right in front of me. Only until I entered elementary school, but even in the countryside I had always been kept clean and tidy because of them.

“Fine. But train her well. If Na-hui treats me properly as oppa or dad, I promise I’ll treat her as a daughter or little sister.”

Hearing her words, I felt the necessity of having older sisters for my own children. My brain was desperately searching for only the good points about Na-hui, trying to soften my feelings toward her.

“Lie on your side.”

I felt the need to talk with Hyeon-ju a little more about Eun-hui first. Remembering how I used to talk with Hye-yun, I ordered Hyeon-ju to lie on her side.

“Huh? Yes.”

She turned her back to me and lay on her side. I lay down behind her and slid my left arm under her head.

“Lift your leg.”

Her leg rose slightly. I shoved my already re-hardened cock straight into her pussy.

“Haaang!!”

Squelch.

Her Myeong-gi chewed greedily on my cock, wrapping tightly around the glans again.

I pushed all the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠way to the deepest point, then slapped her leg down and wrapped my arm around her belly.

“Let’s talk about Eun-hui. I want to make her just like you.”

“Ah!! Yes. Eun-hui will be happy too once Master’s cock is inside her.”

She tried to look back, so I raised my arm to pin her head in place and wrapped her belly again.

“Just like this. One of the things I love most is talking while my cock is buried inside.”

“Ah!! Yes. I love being so full too.”

She took my hand and pressed her head more firmly against my arm.

“Earlier you said Auntie might get divorced, right?”

“Yes.”

“How do I get Eun-hui to come here of her own free will?”

“Master, it’s simple. If I just text my husband ‘Fine. I’ll give you the divorce,’ Eun-hui will probably show up within two days.”

Huh? That simple?

I didn’t understand. Why would a text saying Hyeon-ju was divorcing make Eun-hui come?

“That’s possible?”

“Yes. Right now Eun-hui is on my husband’s side. He’s on an overseas business trip, so if I tell him I’m filing the divorce papers tomorrow, he’ll have no choice but to send Eun-hui.”

Ah!!

“So you haven’t changed your mind about the divorce? Then send it.”

“Yes. But we need to turn both Master’s phone and mine off…”

I had no choice but to pull out. I brought both phones, handed Hyeon-ju hers, and sank back into her.

“Haaang. Sending it now.”

“Mm.”

I texted Hye-yun that I was turning my phone off for family reasons, then completely removed the battery and set it on the nightstand beside the bed.