Seo A-jeong
A-jeong's face had calmed somewhat, but she was still in a state of panic.
Drained of all color, her eyes unfocused, she stared blankly down at her own hands and would not look away.
"A-jeong. I told you to do it. Stop that and look at me."
"Master... please make it two again, like before... until I can't think those strange thoughts anymore. Hic... I want to forget those memories."
"Should I ask to have them erased for you?"
She turned and looked up at me.
Tears welled thick in her eyes. She looked utterly haggard. I set a hand on her shoulder, held her gaze, and waited for her answer.
She shook her head.
"No. I want to forget them—but when I think about it again, the fact that you had me do those things means you trusted me. The filthiest work. The kind of thing that must never come to light..."
That's not quite right. Michelle knew, and so did the U.S. government, and A-jeong did it because she wanted to... Ah, whatever. We'll go with that.
In Michelle's case, the fact that I could remember the name at all suggested it was an alias. I had no recollection of her face whatsoever, yet the name itself was crystal clear.
"Yeah. Who else am I supposed to trust if not you? Why—if I asked you to kill someone in this life too, would you do it?"
A violent tremor ran through her pupils. Then something like resolve hardened in them, and her eyes flashed sharp.
"Yes... if it had to be done. If no one else could, and if you couldn't either—then I would... try."
"Forget it. There's no chance of you becoming a villain now. That only happened because I killed my uncle and cousins... That possibility is gone completely. Don't worry about it."
Relief.
The light in her eyes went soft and vacant again, and a smile touched the corners of her mouth.
"Th-then... why?"
"Inheritance. After my father died, they showed up screaming for money, so I killed them on the spot, apparently."
"Ah!!!"
Even thinking about it again was absurd. They weren't even related to my father—complete strangers—and the moment he died and left an inheritance, they came crawling over to make a scene. The sheer shamelessness of it.
My women had probably been nearby, and watching them make that spectacle of themselves had set me off.
"Did you see anything else?"
"I received a transplanted uterus from some A-rank Awakened woman—whatever her name was—and got younger. And after that... I went down to the interrogation room... and while I was poking around checking the... ch-chastity belts and the re... links, I brought one of the Latina women down and... th-then..."
"Stop. Those people are all villains. Bad bitches. Don't feel guilty. And none of it even happened anymore... Just think of it as watching a scary movie."
At that, she came into my arms.
Her body had changed, and her chest was fuller now—soft breasts pressed against my torso.
"Master. What if I can't Awaken this time either?"
You will Awaken. Even in the worst case, should you fail, you will still transform with the physical capabilities of the Multi-Tailed Fox clan, making you stronger than most mid-tier Awakened. Of course, you would need to learn techniques such as shamanic arts... but those will likely be granted as mission rewards.
"Thank you, Jini."
"Huh?"
A-jeong already knew of Jini's existence and had heard her voice directly, so she offered her thanks right out in the open.
She looked at me in confusion, then peered up into empty air. She was so cute I kissed her forehead and gently took her face in my hands.
"You've got a tail, and a headband. Those weren't given to you for nothing. The wives receive the physical abilities of a Nine-tailed Fox. Even without Awakening, she says you'll be stronger than mid-tier Awakened."
I didn't have a clear sense of what the Multi-Tailed Fox clan was, so I just called it a Nine-tailed Fox.
"Ah!!! Thank you, Jini!!!!"
For some reason A-jeong poured out her gratitude with fierce intensity.
She was still nestled against me, so she couldn't bow her head—but the way she shouted up into empty space was unbearably adorable.
"Why are you so happy? You'll have to fight monsters with that..."
"Because I felt my future self's feelings so desperately. Even while I was... w-whipping them, I felt jealous of those onaholes. Thinking, You used this kind of power for that?... And I told them—if I were you, I'd fight with everything I had."
Ah...
I stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes softly.
Her red lips stood out vividly, but we were still in the bathroom, so I lifted her into my arms and started moving us back toward the master bedroom, little by little.
She clung to me as we went.
"But Master—are there other beastkin races too?"
"As far as I know, tiger, fox, dog, bird... that sort of thing. Probably most animals, really..."
Yes. The strongest three species are fox, tiger, and eagle. However, the eagle's arms transform into wings, so the Constellation excluded it. There are many other animals as well, but dogs are the most loyal once they choose a master, and their stamina is excellent, so when you asked for a finer classification, I hastily selected the dog. Now that you have a reasonable grasp of the beastkin races, feel free to change them as you like. Even for those already decided, I will grant you one opportunity to revise your choices.
"What? What kinds of animals are there?"
"Master—bears, lions, leopards, cheetahs, things like that."
Of course, mid-tier animals are not available—only lower-tier ones. Rabbits, dairy cows, cats, and many others. I would recommend the rabbit and the dairy cow. Both excel at shamanic arts and are quite skilled with their hands. And in the dairy cow's case, even without body modification, their milk output is several times what you configured—and the flavor is supreme. Even without body modification, if they come into contact with your semen in this room, they develop enormous breasts.
For a moment I pictured a dairy cow's tail.
Back when I lived in Goesan, there had been a dairy farm in a nearby village that I'd seen often enough—and those tails were not exactly pretty.
"Dairy cow tails are a bit... Rabbits are cute, though... and cats..."
Regarding the accessories' appearance—from Wife rank down through Bitch/Dog rank—I will allow them to be changed to any animal once per month.
"Yes. Thank you. A-jeong—Bitch/Dog rank can be set to lower-tier animals... herbivores? Well, cats are in there too, but anyway, lower-tier animals. She recommends dairy cow and rabbit."
A-jeong thought hard about something.
Then she broke into a bright little smile and looked up at me with sparkling eyes.
"Please make Ju-ae a rabbit."
Ju-ae was a special case—contracted first as a slave, meaning a concubine, but treated as a Bitch/Dog.
Curious how far she'd take it, I played along with A-jeong's tune.
"What? Hahaha. All right. Once it's set, that's it. Rabbit for now—got it. Think it through carefully."
She nodded.
True to her sadistic streak, she was asking without the slightest hesitation to turn even her own mother into a rabbit.
"And the one I gave you—that can be reshaped once a month into any animal at all, she says."
"Really? Then I'll go rabbit.... How about a filthy mother-daughter rabbit rice bowl? Headband and tail as rabbits—and change Ju-ae to a dairy cow, please."
"Kh... Not bad..."
I'll tell her later.
A-jeong seemed to have finally shaken free of the trauma; even her breathing had evened out.
Then the backs of her calves touched the bed, and color flooded into her face.
I lowered my face to hers. She closed her eyes and wound her arms around my neck. Our lips met.
Slowly we opened our mouths to each other, catching and releasing each other's lips like a game—crossing, biting, repeating.
Chuurp... chup..
A long, translucent strand stretched between us and snapped. Rough breathing filled the space.
"Haa... haa... Master..."
"No more slave play. Call me properly."
"Honey... but I like Master better."
I snorted softly.
I stroked her hair and pulled her against me. Her cheek pressed to my chest.
"Fine. Do as you like. A-jeong—I love you. Really. That winter when I was starting my second year of high school... on Valentine's Day, I wanted you so badly. And only now..."
"I'm sorry, Master. If I'd held on just a little longer, I could have given myself to you so much sooner."
"No. This is... more tender. Better, even."
"Yes... Master. I love you too. If I may be so bold."
"Yeah."
A year of what barely counted as dating. Not even that, really—holding hands at the playground, kissing, and that was about the extent of it.
A time when neither of us could find the courage. Those memories flickered rapidly through my mind.
"Everything that happened today stays secret. You know that?"
"Yes. I won't tell anyone."
Hye-yun might feel hurt.
I also didn't want her knowing that in the future, she and I hadn't been lovers—that only A-jeong had been.
I took one of A-jeong's legs and drew it up.
It rose with easy flexibility. When I set it around my waist, she wound it there on her own.
Then she hopped up and locked the other leg around me as well, holding herself in place.
"You've been working out?"
"Yes. You said you liked women who exercised, Master. The year before last..."
"Ah... Did I?"
After watching the 2000 Olympics, I'd gone through a stretch of preferring athletic builds—Bitna, Alina, and the rest—and that had been exactly when I was dating A-jeong.
"What did you do?"
I took hold of my cock and lined it up against her pussy.
She flinched—and her transformed myeong-gi struck hard against the head of my cock, trembling.
"Hahng... Gym, yoga, and flying yoga—those three. In America the women-only gyms are really well equipped."
"Ah... Flying yoga?"
"You hang fabric from the ceiling and do it suspended. Later, at our place on the second floor, I'll show you naked... And Master—cancel the two."
I nodded.
Her body was lifted high enough that she was looking down at me as she spoke.
Then she gently stroked my hair. I sank my teeth into one of her full, springy pink D-cups.
In an instant, a sweetness no ordinary breast milk could ever produce burst forth—and I greedily sucked it down in long, hungry pulls.
Even in that other world the flavors had varied—fruit, nutty richness, and more—but this taste transcended dimensions entirely.
"Hahng... Master... gently..."
Chup chup.
I almost grabbed her right breast, then stopped—if I squeezed, the milk would shoot out, and I couldn't bear to waste it—so I set my hand on her waist instead.
A service from the Constellation. Wife rank receives original High Elf breast milk; Concubine rank receives original Elf breast milk. High Elf milk retains the fragrance of whatever fruit has been eaten and tastes of that same sweet fruit. Elf milk comes in two varieties, both a rich, nutty flavor. Like semen, it is exceptional for anti-aging—so do not discard any surplus milk. Make cheese from it and eat that as well.
Cheese?
Chup chup...
It was ridiculous for a second, but the milk tasted so good—apple or mango, I couldn't tell—that I focused entirely on it.
I finally understood why women went crazy for my semen. This was an indescribable, heavenly flavor. Of course it wouldn't taste the same as semen—but it was every bit as addictive.
After nearly two liters, no more came out, so I bit into her right breast instead.
She must have increased the volume too.
I'd thought even one liter was absurd and set it at that... and now it was two.
Only then did I take her left breast in hand and knead it.
"Hahng... Master..."
With just the head of my cock barely inside her, she rocked forward and back, stimulating the entrance of her valley.
Looking up, I found her wearing a lewd expression, eyes closed, simply feeling me suckle at her.
Springy breasts that were somehow impossibly soft at the same time—the ideal texture—and my cock began to throb even harder.
Thirty-three centimeters.
In a single surge, my cock thrust up and sank deep into her.
"Haaaang!!!!"
Perfectly—the head caught right on her G-spot.
She felt it too; she began to move faintly up and down, grinding that spot against me.
"Hahhk... hahng!!! Master, it feels so good!!!! I'm your meat toilet forever, right?"
I nodded.
Chuuup!!!
Milk shot hard into my mouth.
Sweet fragrance, a perfect swallow—truly the finest breast milk there was.
When the kids are born, should I just feed them formula?
I snorted at the thought, then pictured the women I'd be turning into dairy cows starting with Ju-ae, decided there would be more than enough milk to go around, and dropped the idea—focusing back on A-jeong's breasts.
Sadly it didn't last forever. Once I'd drained the full two liters, my thirst was completely gone.
Halak.
I licked even the milk clinging to my lips, then seized A-jeong's waist and yanked her straight down.
The head of my cock plunged beneath her cervix in an instant and locked there. A-jeong's back arched hard, and I gripped her waist tight.
"Heuaaaang!!!!"
Shaaaa!!!!
Maybe because the head of my cock had been teasing her G-spot earlier—I felt hot water against my stomach. Looking down, I saw clear fluid running down her thighs. Siofuki.
Holy... Is it because my cock is so big it presses right into that spot?
I grinned, held her waist, pulled out, and drove back up hard.
"A-jeong—don't regret this. You asked me to make it so you couldn't think of anything..."
"Haaaaang!!! Yes!!!!!"