Side Story: The Clone — Chapter 3. Estate Configuration
The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel universe.
February 15, 2003
"Yes, Master. Director Ahn Jeongeun's mother? Understood."
Hearing over the phone that I was to take Director Ahn Jeongeun's mother as a slave and break her in left me speechless. If Master had turned down a mother-daughter set, just how ugly must the woman be?
But the next words from Master snapped me right back to attention.
"Jeongeun has a Level 10 Myeong-gi — one and a half times better than Hyeon-ju's. Her father's side seems to run large and virile, so I can't say for certain, but if a man like that stayed with only one woman his whole life, her mother is probably a Myeong-gi at least on par with Hyeon-ju, if not better."
A Myeong-gi.
I had wanted so badly to taste a natural one — not some manufactured product — and now the opportunity had dropped into my lap unbidden. Of course, body-modified Myeong-gi were fine in their own right, but people being people, the feeling just wasn't the same. Natural was better. A natural Myeong-gi.
"Ah… then of course I'll take her in. But A-yeong's pussy suddenly turned into a Myeong-gi — how did that happen?"
"Mission reward. If Jeongeun takes a Level 10 Myeong-gi instead of Director Level 11, they'll transplant it not only into my women but into your slaves as well. And a method to modify the Bitches is coming soon too… them included."
"The Bitches too?… Then may I do it according to my own tastes?"
Even the Bitches getting body modifications. I suddenly started getting hard and had to fight to calm myself down.
"Sure… send it over by email. I'll take care of it."
We had split from the same personality, but Master and I differed considerably in taste. He left natural D-cups and above alone, getting excited by the curves of a full D-cup, a slim waist, and wide hips. Me, though — maybe because of the American mind grafted into me — I preferred an exaggerated ass and something around an F-cup.
Ah… I'd been worried that as A-yeong kept changing, the gap between her and the Bitches would get too wide.
Then I would have ended up only fucking A-yeong.
"Give Jeongeun a call. When I phoned her earlier she was already awake."
"Yes. Of course. A chance to taste a natural Myeong-gi."
My heart was pounding. A Myeong-gi rolling right into my lap. Of course, if Master was right, the pussies these girls had now were already the strongest Myeong-gi in the entire world. But natural and artificial were not the same thing.
I looked at the scrap of paper where I'd written the number Master had given me and dialed.
Hmm… Jeong Hyeon-jin's song for a ringtone.
An upbeat dance track played, and then a slightly weary voice came through the phone.
"Yes. This is Ahn Jeongeun."
"Ah… Big Brother Ian told me to give you a call."
"Ah!!! That massive… ah… I'm sorry. I was just so glad to hear from you."
"No, no. Perfectly understandable."
"Forgive me for asking, but is it really true — a Double Penis, twenty-six centimeters?"
Direct. Her personality was clearly no ordinary one.
"Yes."
A sigh of relief came through the line. She must have been genuinely worried — her voice had sounded drained, but now strength was gradually returning to it.
"I'll speak to the hospital. It's not possible right now, but visitation and day leave are allowed every Wednesday. I usually go myself, but that day you go for the visit… and break my mother in. So that suicidal thoughts and that garbage of a father never cross her mind again."
Jeongeun delivered those words without a single tremor, clear and precise. My tongue nearly rolled out of my mouth. Still, better a living, sane mother who happened to be some man's slave than a dead one.
"Understood. But are you sure you're all right with this? If she has a marriage history and a childbirth history, in my harem she'd be Bitch-rank."
For Master's sake I'll set her as slave-rank and just treat her like a Bitch.
"Do you hit them? Abuse them? By any chance?"
"Yes. We do that sort of thing."
Hitting, abusing, planting shame — I did all of that. As play, of course. At my answer, an edge entered her voice.
"What? Then forget the whole—"
I'd meant to tease her, but the Myeong-gi was about to fly away, so I cut her off in a hurry.
"Ah — I think you've misunderstood. If she has masochistic leanings, spanking, exhibitionism, and so on are things we enjoy according to her tastes. I don't use violence on a whim. Only consensual play."
She sighed again. Her voice returned to what it had been before.
"All right. Then please take care of it. The psychiatric hospital is in Uijeongbu. I'll text you the exact address."
"Yes."
The call ended. A moment later Master's text came through saying he'd emailed photos of Director Ahn Jeongeun's mother, and I hurried from the balcony into the living room.
"A-yeong, just a moment…"
"Yes."
There was no longer any need to manage and monitor Master's account, but she still decorated my personal homepage and checked his account from time to time. She stood up and crawled under the desk where the computer sat.
I smirked, stripped off my pants and underwear, sat in the chair, and scooted forward.
"This slave will serve you, Master."
"Mm."
A-yeong took my lower cock into her mouth at once, then slowly, swiftly swallowed it all the way down her throat. In real time, as I hardened, my cock swelled inside her esophagus.
Glk… glurk…
She gripped my upper cock with both hands and stroked it up and down, using it as a handle as she bobbed back and forth, starting her fellatio in earnest.
Schlick, schlick. Glurk… glk… glk…
I hurriedly opened the email on my Maver account, found the message from Master's account, and opened it. The photo loaded slowly from the top down. The wait was maddening. Even on the fastest internet connection, it was enough to make me see red.
Should I have downloaded it first and then checked?
The wait was brief. Her full face appeared, and I found myself completely unable to understand Master.
"She's pretty, though?"
"Mmph!!"
"No — Big Brother introduced me to a new woman."
A-yeong looked up at me with a questioning expression. Impaled on my cock, her tear ducts stimulated, she was streaming tears and even snot — an ugly face. I smirked and stroked her hair.
Large, slanted eyes without double lids. Somewhat prominent cheekbones. A beauty who fit the Oriental fantasy Westerners held — she resembled a Chinese action actress.
Good. She looks pretty to me.
From a typical Western perspective, she had the classic East Asian beauty. Her chest looked close to a D-cup as well, and though she was somewhat gaunt, if she put on a little weight, she would be the kind of face that turned every man's head walking down an American street — even if not necessarily in Korea.
Far prettier than Lucy Liu. In Western eyes, at least.
Late forties… well, with a Rejuvenation Talisman and body modification on top of that, she'll get younger.
I opened the email again and made a request of Master, apologetic as it was.
At the words "new woman" and "pretty," A-yeong must have felt a sense of crisis — she began moving back and forth with uncharacteristic intensity, her grip on my cock full of force.
She's jealous.
"A-yeong, she's a married woman anyway. She's a Bitch."
"Mmph!!!"
The pleasure returned to a normal pace. Without bothering to look at her face, I left the email window open beside me in anxious anticipation and browsed Maver news articles.
Ding.
Around the time I'd read about four sports articles, a notification chimed that a new email had arrived. I hurriedly maximized the mail window and saw it was from Ahn Jeongeun herself.
AhnJEun.Maver.com.
I hit download next to the mail at once, and it finished in an instant. Clicking the notification that popped up at the bottom, the photo appeared immediately.
A woman in her mid-twenties holding a little girl of about four. Judging by the lawn and the two-story mansion behind them, the family had been quite well-off. And once again — a beauty who matched my tastes.
Because of Master's consciousness, A-yeong registered as a beauty to me; because of James Lee's memories, this woman did too. A hybrid, you could say…
Good. Worth eating. Master's tastes might not run this way, after all.
The thought of that beautiful woman becoming my Bitch made my cock throb beyond control, and A-yeong let out a moan because of it. I stretched out my foot and prodded her pussy with my toes, resolving that on the nineteenth I would make her completely mine.
I opened the mail window again. The photo loaded slowly once more, but I ignored it and read what Ahn Jeongeun had written.
I sent a reply.
February 16, Sunday
"Sister-in-law, you really said you'd give me two units as well?"
"Yes. Master seems to like this apartment complex — he'll be staying here for a while. For now, the residences to be built in Gangnam can be rented out on the condition that they're fully vacated by October 2004. And as compensation for managing that, Young Master…"
Jeong-mi trailed off slightly as she held something out.
I can leave it to Jun-hui and Seon-hui, I suppose.
A familiar black scroll. The moment I accepted it, the information poured into my mind.
◈ Configures 20 mansions and amenities across 64,322 pyeong
◈ Per mansion (3 stories): 200 pyeong first floor, 1,000 pyeong garden
◈ Underground bunkers, storage facilities, bathhouses, and other amenities
◈ Main community facilities
◈ 4-meter-class perimeter wall (only a single main gate may be configured)
"Sixty-four thousand pyeong? Holy… there was still undeveloped land in Seoul?"
On land that vast, even with first floors of two hundred pyeong each, building only twenty houses seemed like a terrible waste. Did he have some other plan? The question nagged at me.
"Yes. Most of it is greenbelt, with a small portion overlapping Suseo-dong — the majority is in Jagok-dong. There's also heavy rumor that apartment development will be approved there soon."
"Ah. Have you been there, Sister-in-law?"
"No, not me. Emily and the other sisters…"
Greenbelt land, and three-story houses with two-hundred-pyeong first floors in Korea — I wondered if it was even possible. But this was a matter of divine intervention. Every human-world permit and authorization would already have been handled.
"Vacate by October 2004… but is there really any need to put people in at all?"
"He said we won't actually be living there until 2005… so the houses can't be left to fall apart."
Then the move near Guryeo University is off.
Even if the commute was a bit longer, I figured I should just commute from here. I had a car anyway, and school was just a place to meet women with nothing else to do — this actually gave me a legitimate excuse to drive a foreign car around.
I took the scroll and slipped it into the inner pocket of my suit. Master had summoned me all the way to the Han River waterfront in Mapo-gu, but only Jeong-mi had come out to the café.
"Where did Big Brother go?"
"He's at Ohsung World in Gaeseong with the kids."
"Ah… even Na-hui?"
"Yes."
By unspoken agreement, we didn't ask about sensitive matters. But taking even Na-hui and the kids out for a day — it seemed unlike him, and yet something cold in my chest warmed a little at the thought.
"We're buying up land around this area. As you know, we're also investing in stocks like Aple and so on, but Master said this is important too."
"Hmm… we should start buying as well, then."
Time to scout out rich, beautiful women.
"And he said to pass this along. Among Master's Bitches there's an upper-class woman named So Mi-jin — this is information obtained from her."
Jeong-mi handed over a file folder without so much as a change of expression, even while using words like "Bitch." Somewhat puzzled, I took it and flipped from the first page.
Insane…
Ju Ri-na, third-generation chaebol heiress of the Hwajung Group. Thirty-eight. Divorcée. Currently seeing the actor Kang Cheol-nam. The photo showed a sleek, rather attractive milf.
Surprised, I turned the next page and another woman appeared. Here too — spinsters or divorcées, every last one of them with either host-bar boyfriends or celebrity lovers.
Spinsters aren't my style… the divorcées are prettier, actually. Makes sense. If you're rich and still couldn't get married, there's a serious defect somewhere…
This was a list of wealthy women. Master probably wouldn't take my money or anything like that, but it felt like an implicit order: enslave rich women and prepare.
"Look at the last two pages. Those are women attending Guryeo University."
"Ah!!!"
I hurriedly flipped to the very last page.
Lee Se-yeong, nineteen. Only daughter of a Myeongdong loan shark. Rumors put her inheritance in the hundreds of billions of won.
Hmm… looks decent enough.
If I had to put it, a superior version of A-yeong? Her looks were worth looking at.
Satisfied, I flipped back a page — and this time, a young divorcée. Currently enrolled at Guryeo University, with a note that she was the hidden daughter of a top-ten chaebol chairman.
"Huh… yes, understood. Please tell Big Brother that I'll definitely secure the last two."
"Master said you shouldn't feel pressured. He did say to tell you that if you're going to take slaves, get rich ones… but do as your heart desires, Young Master."
"Hahaha. Yes. Please tell him that this Lee Se-yeong girl has caught my eye. I don't know about the others, but this one I'll definitely introduce as Big Brother's sister-in-law."
"Yes."
Why put it off?
After parting with Jeong-mi, I drove straight to Gangnam. The forest of apartment towers gave way at some point to distant rice paddies and fields. I got out of the car and compared the cadastral map — this was the place.
A vast stretch of land spanning Suseo-dong and Jagok-dong, composed of paddies, fields, and hills. Fortunately, no riverbed was included — it was set a bit deeper inland. The catch was that Suseo Station was nearby, so while there wasn't much railway land, it was relatively close.
Snow still clung in patches here and there, not fully melted, and dozens of vinyl greenhouses dotted the area.
Then the people farming here…
Worry for them crossed my mind, but what business did I have thinking about other people? Looking ahead, in two years I'd be busy enough just living my own life.
Jini: Do not worry. Within the grounds there are only empty houses. As for those farming on the property, compensation will cover even the consumable costs of everything prepared for this year's harvest. Idle land nearby has likewise been arranged under tenant contracts, so you need only tear the scroll.
Jini's voice, heard after so long. But the content… everything she said was astonishing, one thing after another. I'd felt it when my identity was configured too — wasn't this a miracle?
"Yes."
I tossed my sunglasses into the car and pulled the door down to close it. The gull-wing door descended smoothly and settled with a soft click.
I'd parked some distance from the riverbed, well inland. After walking about ten minutes I found a paddy that matched the cadastral map.
The smell of the countryside…
That nostalgic scent I'd always known from Goesan in Master's memories. Being winter, there were few people about, and a rural landscape truly hard to find in Seoul spread before me.
I gazed at it wistfully for a moment, then drew the scroll from my jacket pocket and looked at it briefly.
If I tore this, the rustic charm of this whole area would vanish.
Tear it.
Riiip!!!
Time stopped.
And because I'd been standing in a paddy somewhat lower than the road, my body lifted into the air as concrete masses rose in real time across the exact plot of So Mi-jin's land marked on the cadastral map. A massive perimeter wall followed the boundary; within the walls the ground was rapidly leveled and laid with grass.
Whoa… it's like playing a game. SimCity.
What was peculiar was that besides the twenty buildings, several other structures rose among the houses, and toward the Seoul side — the main gate direction — foundation work for some kind of building continued for a long while.
Ah… so he's planning to put up something like a building over there…
And of the twenty houses, one stood apart from the other nineteen three-story buildings — a four-story structure of similar floor area, but rising a full five meters higher. A peculiar residence whose first floor alone nearly reached five meters.
That must be Master's house…