Bad News
The novel’s setting is Earth in a parallel universe.
February 17, 2003 — 5:30 a.m.
Slurp, slurp.
The Jun-hee and Seon-hui sisters each had one of my cocks in their mouths, sucking hard from either side. The sensation was pure pleasure. A-yeong had been training the four bitches—A-reum and the rest—since before dawn, drilling into them every quality a proper pet dog ought to possess.
I never should have shown her Lady Jeong-mi’s training videos. Who knew her sadistic streak ran this deep?
The only real problem was that after watching Lady Oh Jeong-mi train the Pobbis, A-yeong had fallen hard for the woman. She dissected every single one of Jeong-mi’s methods and turned herself into a miniature Jeong-mi. That was probably why the asses of Jun-hee and Seon-hui—both currently sprawled beside me, still working my cocks—were striped raw with cane welts.
I reached out, grabbed their hips, and pulled them closer so their cunts faced my mouth while they kept sucking. The raised, bumpy cane marks looked almost tender, yet instead of pity I only felt hotter; my cocks twitched harder. Both of them were already Myeong-gi, and the hair-removal cream had finally taken full effect—every last strand was gone. Their cunts were growing cleaner by the day. I checked the name tattooed above their asses and the jeweled piercing rings glinting on their clits, then grinned.
“You like cock that much?”
“Slurp… Woof!!!”
“Woof woof!!!!”
Master always distinguished between human mode and bitch mode. Even sharing memories, I still couldn’t fully understand that side of him. Maybe it was the fabricated life memories of the persona “Lee Kang-ho.” No matter how thoroughly I trained them as bitches, these girls were still people.
Stroke, stroke.
I caressed their soft asses, fingertips tracing the swollen welts. The bumpy texture felt delicious under my hands.
“Human mode.”
They couldn’t speak otherwise, so I had to flip them back to human mode every now and then.
“Yes, Master. I really love your cock.”
“Mmm… Just like my sister said, Master’s cock is so good.”
I swirled a finger through their slick folds and both of them trembled. The wet, chewing grip of their cunts felt fantastic—even the sticky mess was perfect. At some point both of them had become absolute Myeong-gi; their walls clamped down on my fingers like they were trying to milk them dry.
That moment still flashes through my head. Scared the shit out of me—right in the middle of pounding A-yeong she suddenly clamped down so hard…
These days I had to stay tense whenever I double-dipped two of them at once, just so I wouldn’t finish first. Until I got used to it, I was still putting off the sister rice-bowl and mother-daughter rice-bowl sessions.
“A-yeong said she’s busy training the A-reums to her own tastes, so starting today it’ll just be you two for outdoor exposure. A-yeong can start with bathroom sex at Hansung University.”
Park A-yeong, third-year psychology major at Hansung University. I planned to take her to campus, shoot exposure photos, and have some thrilling sex in the restrooms.
“Haaah… Yes.”
Love juice started dripping freely. Just hearing the words “outdoor exposure” made the sisters’ cunts practically spray nectar.
“Where sounds good? Where do you want to expose yourselves?”
“Somewhere… quiet. A rural village. Drive toward Kaesong and then the coast.”
“Kaesong?”
It was practically next door to Seoul. Kaesong. Come to think of it, middle-school trips had been to Jinan, high-school trips to Pyongyang; I’d never actually toured Kaesong. I’d mostly slept in the bus.
“Kaesong, huh… Maybe take a drive and look around. Both of you wear trench coats with nothing but pantyhose underneath—rip the crotch open. Match the coat and stockings with high heels. Got it?”
“Haaah, yes. And… we’ll stop at restaurants too, right?”
“Of course. Only places with floor seating.”
Gush.
Both sisters’ cunts were now pumping love juice straight into my palms. These two were outdoor-exposure specialists—true masochists. Just talking about it put them in heat and made them squirt.
“We’ll order everything at once, then you two eat completely naked inside the private room. Understood?”
“Haaang, yes, Master.”
Jun-hee answered with hazy eyes, glancing back. Seon-hui turned as well, expression completely gone—she was already lost.
“Now get back on the cocks and suck. Whoever makes me cum first gets the passenger seat and sucks me the whole way.”
“Aang, slurp-slurp.”
“Slurp-slurp.”
They clamped down and started stroking with their hands too. The promise of passenger-seat privileges for the first one to make me finish turned them desperate.
The door burst open. A-yeong walked in. Her expression was off—wide, startled eyes locked on Jun-hee. She glanced at me once, then approached the bed, dropped to her knees, and bowed.
“Master. A call came through on Jun-hee’s phone. From Gimcheon Juvenile Detention Center.”
“Huh?”
Last Friday the 14th, Pomi, Posun, and Jun-hee had gone down to Gimcheon for visitation. They’d taken photos of their lovers and of the crotch tattoos proving they were slaves. The three boys’ reactions had been exactly what I expected—screaming, thrashing, the whole visit cut short. Especially Nak-jun and Hyeong-seop, sons of Pomi and Posun who were now Master’s slaves; those two had hurled unspeakable curses at their own mothers.
“Jun-hee, we have to go to Gimcheon. Master… Gi-hun hanged himself. Hyeong-seop and Nak-jun too…”
I’d heard they were in separate rooms. Yet they’d all killed themselves at almost the same time. The detention center must be in chaos.
“Is that even possible? Inside a juvenile facility? All at once?”
Seon-hui’s shocked reaction. I watched Jun-hee’s face while asking A-yeong. A-yeong only nodded, expression grim.
“They braided the packaging from the dried squid they got as a side dish and hanged themselves side by side. The place is a mess right now. Even the kids who shared their rooms are traumatized.”
Heh heh heh.
I’d expected some lingering unease, but all I felt was pure satisfaction. Maybe because I’d already known they were going to die.
I looked at Jun-hee. She stared blankly for a second, then went right back to sucking my cock with desperate focus, as if trying to forget reality.
“I told you about my hyung, right? Kim Ian. He can see souls. Your son was possessed by an Aegwi, so it’s not your fault, Jun-hee. I already told you about Hyeong-cheol—he tried to hang himself on that Jeju trip.”
“Slurp… What? An Aegwi?”
Only then did Jun-hee’s face soften a little. The weight on her heart lightened. She’d been stiff with the fear that her visit had driven them to suicide; now her expression eased.
“Anyone who dies by hanging becomes a ghost. That’s an Aegwi. Once one possesses you, you start hearing voices and kill yourself within a year—by hanging. Your classmate Yeong-ho became an Aegwi and summoned more ghosts. Ask Pomi and Posun; they’ll tell you.”
“Ah… Then Kim Ian-nim knew they had ghosts attached and still…”
“Exactly. No reason to warn the bastards who were tormenting him, right?”
Both women nodded. Jun-hee’s face still looked complicated. She shed a single tear, then focused on sucking again.
The urge to cum rose; I felt my load shoot straight into Jun-hee’s mouth.
“Slurp… Haah. Master. I get the passenger seat, right?”
“Heh. Yeah. Kaesong can wait—we’re heading to Gimcheon.”
“Yes.”
“A-yeong, you’re coming too, obviously.”
She nodded. Gi-hun was her cousin; she had to go.
“The bitches should come as well. They were the girlfriends, after all.”
“Right. The SUVs just arrived—we’ll take two cars.”
My phone rang. A-yeong went to the vanity, picked it up with both hands, and offered it respectfully.
I never labeled him “Master” on the phone in case someone else saw it.
A-yeong glanced at the name, eyes sparkling with interest as she watched me. I switched to speaker and answered.
“Hyung-nim.”
“Yeah, Kang-ho. I’m already heading down with my house Pobbis plus the two teacher bitches. Poae’s with me. And Yuri—Yeong-ho’s mother—too.”
Ju-ae coming was unexpected. Master’s bitches ranked below me, so I could use their names freely. Lady A-jeong was supposed to arrive that evening; why take her mother to Gimcheon?
“Yes. We’re heading down with the bitches and A-yeong as well. How are the Pobbis? What’s the mood?”
“Hmm? Ah, they’re fine. The girls are laughing. Pomi, how do you feel?”
“Master said he’ll pin me down and fuck me all day once he gets the chance, so I’m really happy.”
That was Pomi—Lee Jeong-ae, Hyeong-seop’s mother. Her voice was far too bright for a woman who’d just learned her son was dead. Jun-hee’s eyes trembled violently.
“Posun, you?”
“Same here, Master.”
Even Posun—Kim Mi-hyeon, Nak-jun’s mother—sounded cheerful. Jun-hee’s head dropped. Then she forced her face up, plastered on a smile, and looked at me.
“Poae, how would you feel if Hyeong-cheol died?”
“Would I get the same all-day fucking as Unnies Pomi and Posun? After the funeral?”
Ju-ae’s voice dripped with anticipation. Jun-hee’s mouth corners twitched as if she were under a compulsion to smile.
“Me too!!! After the funeral, please fuck me alone all day long!!!”
Jun-hee shouted, voice thick with tears. Master’s ability to convert pain into pleasure was broken in the best way. Hearing women rejoice at the thought of sex even after their sons died completely broke Jun-hee’s will.
“Alright. When we get back I’ll fuck you nice and deep. All day long, driving around, taking outdoor exposure shots of just you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Jun-hee crawled over and pressed her face to my chest. I felt her tears sliding down my skin. Seon-hui and A-yeong moved in and held her; Jun-hee finally broke and sobbed.
“Monk Hwaryun is heading down too. Three suicides by Aegwi—she’s going straight to Gimcheon. Probably wants to confirm it herself.”
“Ah. If she’s going, we’ll know for sure whether it was an Aegwi’s doing.”
I stroked Jun-hee’s hair as I spoke. She lifted her bloodshot eyes. The name Hwaryun was clearly new to her.
“Yeah. Come straight to Gimcheon General Hospital.”
“Yes. We’ll see you there, Hyung-nim.”
The call ended. Jun-hee kept staring at me, clearly curious about Hwaryun.
“Monk Hwaryun is famous in the exorcism world. She’s based at Donghwasa Temple on Palgongsan.”
“Ah… Yes.”
“If Monk Hwaryun says it was Aegwi work, drop the guilt. Those bastards would have come out and tried for revenge—they weren’t the type to just die quietly after their girlfriends and mothers became slaves.”
Seon-hui, A-yeong, and the four bitches who had somehow already entered and knelt all nodded. Even Jun-hee thought hard for a moment, then nodded.
“Yes… Now that you mention it, Gi-hun would have gone completely crazy once he got out.”
Jun-hee shouted it like she needed it to be an Aegwi so she could wash the guilt away.
During the drive A-yeong didn’t even try for the passenger seat; she left it for Jun-hee. Jun-hee sucked my cock the entire way to Gimcheon with desperate focus. At the hospital morgue she confirmed the bodies, then came out hollow-eyed and changed into mourning clothes.
“They’re holding the funeral parlor here at the hospital?”
Master walked up and tapped my shoulder. He’d left first yet arrived a full thirty minutes later.
“Yes. Their fathers decided that. You’re late, though?”
“Ah. Met up at the rest stop and had to change into this black suit.”
Behind him the Pobbis appeared, faces carefully solemn. The acting was painfully obvious.
“Hello, Teacher.”
Pobbi greeted me as representative; the rest of the bitches bowed their heads. I’d done their tattoos and piercings, so they all called me Teacher.
“Yeah. Go on in, Pobbis. Confirm the bodies and sign. Doesn’t look like Pomi and Posun’s ex-husbands have arrived yet.”
“Yes.”
The three Pobbis entered the morgue. Standing awkwardly nearby were people I knew only from shared memories: Jeong Yu-ri—Yeong-ho’s mother—second-year homeroom teacher Lee Yun-hui, art teacher Kim Ji-yeon, and Lady A-jeong’s mother Han Ju-ae.
“You mutts been well?”
“Yes, Teacher.”
In Lee Yun-hui and Kim Ji-yeon’s case, it wasn’t Master who’d named them mutts—Lady Jeong-mi had. Just plain mutts. I’d even heard Lady Jeong-mi and Ju-ae had forced the three of them to eat their own shit.
“Poae?”
A beautiful face. Definitely Lady A-jeong’s mother. Not quite on Lady Jeong-mi’s level, but close.
“I’m fine too, Teacher.”
I looked at the beauty who was trying to keep a blank, chilly expression while her mouth corners kept twitching—Jeong Yu-ri, Yeong-ho’s mother.
“Master, I’ll wait in the car.”
Master smirked. He and Yu-ri exchanged whispers; the others might not hear, but my ears caught every word. Master knew that.
—Told you, right? Your son Yeong-ho summoned the Aegwi and they’d all die within days. I just sped it up a little.
—Heehee, thank you, Master. Feels like a ten-year constipation finally cleared. Just one left now. One…
—Right. You said you’d take revenge on Hyeong-cheol a different way?
—Yes. You’re going to turn him into a homosexual.
—I already planted hidden cameras at Ju-ae’s place. I’ll show you later.
—Yes… Thank you, Master.
Master finished speaking, patted her back. Yu-ri bowed once in farewell and left the hospital again.
Master walked over to my four bitches, who were standing around looking lost.
“Wow. A-reum, and the rest of you—you really became Kang-ho’s bitches?”
“Yes.”
The four bitches fidgeted at the sight of their old classmate, faces turning red. Their training clearly wasn’t finished yet.
“Be respectful. He’s my hyung-nim.”
“Yes!!!”
All four snapped into ninety-degree bows. Master chuckled and stroked their heads.
“Kang-ho. You have videos of these girls?”
“Of course. Want them?”
Master deliberately brought up the videos just to mess with them; I played along. Their heads jerked up, eyes trembling.
“A-reum. Don’t you trust me? I’ll never leak them.”
Master smiled wickedly and locked eyes with each of them in turn, starting with A-reum. They had no choice but to lower their heads again.
“Alright, Kang-ho. Once the funeral parlor’s set up we’ll just pay our respects and leave. Leaving only the Pobbis behind.”
“Ah. Same for us. Leaving only Jun-hee and heading back up.”
Master smirked.
“You lot—starting with the Pobbis, these mutts, and Poae—no panties, no bras, right?”
A-reum and the others flushed. They were the same. Even Seon-hui and A-yeong in their mourning clothes were bare underneath. Only Jun-hee had been told she could dress however she liked, so she’d put on panties and a bra.
“These girls too, Hyung-nim.”
“What? Heh… A-reum, you’ve really gone all the way.”
“Alright. I won’t pass you around to Hyung-nim, but if you’re my slaves you’re his slaves too. Do what I told you.”
Oh A-reum’s face crumpled. She checked my expression, then all four lined up, bowed ninety degrees toward Master, and shouted in unison.
“I, Oh A-reum, am Kim Ian-nim’s slave.”
Time probably stopped for them right then. Outside the range of the talismans, he would remodel their bodies soon—bitch-exclusive body remodeling. G-cups and 41-inch hips… that alone was already something. On top of that, Ahn Jeongeun’s broken-tier Myeong-gi would transplant automatically.
“Heh heh… Didn’t think you’d actually say it. It’s an order—listen well to Lee Kang-ho. Got it?”
Master stroked A-reum and Su-hyeon’s heads as he spoke. They answered with heads still bowed.
“Yes…”
Master lightly smacked each of the A-reums on the head once, then dragged the mutts and Poae away.
“Ah. Kang-ho, I’ve got something for you—come to the trunk. I’ll set the body remodeling the way you want it soon.”
“Yes, Hyung-nim.”
Probably the dog-tail and dog-ear headbands for the A-reums. Most likely.