Seo A-jeong
The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel universe.
“Aaaah, aaaah, hahk, hang, aaaah.”
Thwack thwack thwack thwack.
At some point she had locked her arms around me and was simply holding her mouth open, screaming in pure ecstasy. The folds and ridges inside her pussy coiled around me like a snake, slamming upward so fast they barely had time to finish their work. Her crushed breasts kept rubbing frantically against my chest.
“Today you have to milk out every drop of cum my slaves are going to drink. Got it? About three more times should do it.”
Body remodeling didn’t even require full sex; just drinking the semen in this room was enough to finish the process.
“Hahng—yes!!!!”
At first she had shown a flicker of resistance at the idea of feeding other women the cum squeezed out of her own pussy. Now she was rolling her hips left and right even while she was being pounded.
Squelch squelch.
Slick—thud!!!
I restarted the piston motion I had briefly paused and drove up hard. The glans buried against her cervix felt like it was shoving both her womb and her pussy deep into her guts.
A hundred milliliters per person, she said… three more loads should be plenty. These girls will round up more bitches on their own anyway.
I had already finished my eighth ejaculation; the room was thick with the fruity scent of several liters of cum. One cock stood ramrod straight while the other hung level with the floor, occasionally brushing her ass. Double penetration was more efficient, but making her drink what had been in her ass felt a little off—though these girls would probably go crazy for even that. All I needed was to ramp up the urge to cum, so I had spread plastic sheeting over the bed and was holding her up while I thrust.
“Hee-hik… Master, I’m coming… give me another load!!!”
Thud!!!
I slammed deep again and she clamped down on my cock as if she had been waiting for it. The diagonal squeeze of her folds, the frantic nubs around her cervix rubbing and contracting around the head, begging for ejaculation.
Her body shuddered without a climax; her back tried to arch and I lifted the arm that had been holding her waist to support her.
Heighten ejaculation.
My balls trembled massively and I felt the fierce rush of semen racing through both urethras. A-jeong’s belly swelled; the load from the lower cock shot far across the plastic sheeting.
Psssh psssh.
Splat… whoosh.
Cum poured out endlessly, like piss.
“Hahng… Master… once you transfer this into Ju-ae’s womb you have to impregnate me again. You have to impregnate Yuri…”
“Sure.”
The moment she got permission she pressed her lips to my forehead again and again in a frenzy.
Smack smack smack.
I carried her onto the plastic and pulled out.
“Hahng!!!”
Pop… trickle.
I had withdrawn after the fourth insertion; this time she had held four loads again, so a full 1.6 liters—no small amount—cascaded out like a waterfall. I set her down a little lower; she spread her legs wide to avoid the plastic, parted her pussy, and beamed.
Wow… she changed this much in a single day.
“Hehe. Master’s little babies… I want to eat them so bad… but I have to hold back, right?”
Far from leaving trauma, that face was unrecognizable as the one that had been fighting murderous impulses only an hour ago. Of course I had been casting Mental Protection and Purification in between…
“Yeah. Once you’re done squirting, use the dropper and the bottles I stacked and measure exactly 110 ml each, seal them, and fill the fridge. I’m going to wash up, drink some water, and come back.”
“Yes, Master.”
She opened and closed her outer lips, answering with ventriloquism as if her pussy itself were speaking. Where the hell had she learned that? I snorted a laugh and turned away.
Having a big house had plenty of advantages, but also drawbacks. I could have used the master bathroom, but traces of A-jeong’s vomit were still there, so I pictured the nearest one. The shower attached to the pet room felt creepy—it was for animals—and since I needed the living room anyway I decided on the main bathroom and walked toward the kitchen.
I had cum so hard that even after drinking four liters of breast milk earlier I was desperately thirsty. I opened the double-door KG-brand refrigerator; beer, drinks, and water were neatly lined up on the lower shelves, fresh ingredients packed full. Water first—I pulled out four two-liter bottles labeled Hallasu.
When I closed the door it turned transparent, showing the interior; the bottles… were regenerating in the empty spots.
They said clothes auto-resize… food too? Then distribution…
Don’t worry. The items inside the refrigerator are replaced with fresh products every day. However, please note that products brought in from outside will not be regenerated.
Got it…
I watched the door turn opaque again, then just cracked a bottle and guzzled. Cool refreshment swept through my whole body; the thirst gradually eased. After emptying the fourth bottle I headed straight for the bathroom.
The sight that greeted me— a powerful woody scent so rich I wondered if it was the agarwood people talked about—made me marvel, and then Jini’s voice came again.
It was made from a fallen branch of the World Tree. I laid it specially only in this house’s main bathtub, so keep it open to the women at all times. Fatigue recovery is basic; the effects on skin, mana adaptation, and more are beyond description.
“World Tree?”
Just know that such a thing exists.
“Ah… yes.”
How massive must a World Tree branch be to make a single solid tub that ten adults could sit around? I had never smelled real agarwood, but the deep woody fragrance calmed both body and mind.
Should I call A-jeong here?
Ten o’clock… still a long wait for Poppy and Po-ae (Ju-ae). I thought about taking a bath and debated whether to summon her.
Touch the square panel above the sink.
“Yes…”
Below the mirror above the sink I saw the square pad I had noticed earlier. When I touched it a screen appeared; I saw “Call” and pressed it. Locations scrolled past. I found My House → Master Bedroom and tapped. The pad on the desk must have had a camera; it showed the bed.
A-jeong’s back as she squatted, filling small bottles with a dropper.
“A-jeong. Save the bitch stuff for later and come to the bathroom. Once you’ve finished filling those…”
She turned and our eyes met instantly.
Her expression was full of wonder. I was curious too, but the tub interested me more, so I hit End and the device returned to the main screen. I snorted a laugh, rinsed my cock first with the shower, then climbed into the tub. Temperature seemed touch-controlled; once I set it, water gushed from eight jets.
Whooosh.
It poured so fast I expected it to fill soon; I sat fully inside and the water was already covering my calves. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the rich woody scent.
The smell is incredible… what if it fades over time…
That will never happen, but if it did it would simply be replaced, so don’t worry.
I snorted, sent a silent thanks, and leaned back against the tub. The moment my back touched the wood a warm energy seemed to flow from it—like being held in a mother’s arms… of course I had never known that feeling, but something like it.
The water rose until it covered my shoulders, then the jets cut off and the surface grew still.
For reference, long-term consumption of this tub’s water is also good for health. Though for your women, of course, your semen and breast milk are far more effective.
“Huh? You’re not saying the water I washed in is like that too, right?”
The water you washed in carries your Chaehyang, so the effect is even better.
“…”
Still, I had absolutely no intention of giving it to anyone else. Fresh tub water maybe, but… the thought was horrifying. Imagining it somehow ending up in some man’s hands after I gave it to a woman I liked made me shudder.
Come to think of it, the water was warm of course, but a different kind of warmth was seeping in—cozy, the kind of absolute comfort a baby must feel in amniotic fluid. My body felt like it was melting.
I kept my eyes closed for a while until the bathroom door opened and A-jeong’s gasp of wonder reached me.
“Waaah… the smell… Master. I’m coming in too.”
“Yeah. Rinse off with the shower first. I don’t want cum floating around.”
“Hehe. Yes.”
The shower ran; a moment later she slipped in right beside me. I reached out, pulled her close, and adjusted my cock to 20 cm. She understood the meaning at once, straddled me, and stroked it. The cock sprang fully erect. She lined her pussy up and slowly sat; it sank completely and her ass settled against my thighs.
“Hahng… Master…”
I wrapped my arms around her belly; she stretched her legs out and hugged my arms in return.
“Don’t move. Just stay like this. Cock-plugging… doing it while sleeping is great, but this is pure paradise, holy shit…”
Even without moving, the diagonal milking of her folds and the nubs around her cervix rubbing against me felt wonderful; combined with the tub’s comfort my mind floated.
“Nehe… Master. Honestly, if I’m not careful I could live in this tub all day.”
“Right? Same here. Don’t want to leave.”
“Like not wanting to get out of the blankets in winter?”
“Yeah. A thousand, ten thousand times better…”
“Hohoho. Yes.”
I didn’t want to heat things up further, so I simply kept my arms around her belly and stayed still. She seemed aroused by the automatic movements of her pussy, but her pleasure threshold had risen so high that she rested her head against me and let every muscle go slack.
“Master… what if I fall asleep like this?”
“Sleep. The last two loads will come from your pussy whether you’re awake or not. And what we already came is probably enough.”
“Hehe. Yes, Master. Then please forgive me if I doze off.”
“Mm.”
I stroked her belly; her arms went limp and soon soft, even breathing told me she had fallen asleep. True to my word, even though the squeeze lessened once she slept, her pussy still milked my cock with pressure greater than Hyeon-ju’s.
Nice… really nice. The bed should be World Tree wood too…
The Constellation has immediately granted a bed made of World Tree wood. When you go to the room it will already be changed, so make good use of it. It is precious.
Ah… thank you.
Sometimes having them watching felt burdensome, but now I barely minded. After seeing the future, showing them sex no longer embarrassed me at all—they already knew far worse scenes than that.
With a little leisure at last I decided to ask Jini something I had been curious about.
Jini. Why the onaholes? Why on earth did you make those?
Human desire has no end. Sex between an Awakened and a non-Awakened is impossible unless one possesses the [Vitality] trait. And as you yourself have felt, even An Jeong-eun’s Myeong-gi cannot match the squeeze of an ordinary Awakened.
Yeah… that’s true, but…
Don’t tell me I processed and sold onaholes? Why bother?
Many men among the American upper class wanted to try sex with Awakened women. But no matter how you process an onahole, inserting it makes a cock explode—because of the mana lining the pussy and vagina.
Ah… then why?
Because of the skill Link that you obtained. If you link another woman’s pussy to the onahole’s pussy… you can safely taste the ultimate squeeze. Even if you last only thirty seconds, once you try it you can never quit. Take pride. The pride of Onahole Craftsman “L.” Selling a single onahole returned nearly ten billion won in pure profit—in today’s money—into Kim Ian’s hands.
“…”
I still had more questions, but this wasn’t the time. Onahole craftsman… L was probably short for Lucas, but…
Jini seemed amused and continued.
Don’t worry. It proceeded legally under the protection of the American upper class—via the Special Villain Disposal Act. Onahole processing was legal in the United States. Those women were as good as executed, and the same goes for the pillows. You hunted many yourself, but half were women sentenced to death by various countries and shipped to you… to be processed into onaholes.
…
I didn’t want to hear any more. Later, if curiosity returned…
As you wish. Just one more thing. Dildos molded from your cock were also wildly popular in the future.
Huh??? What do you mean?
During a raid one of your slaves dropped a dildo; someone found it, it was copied and re-copied until 32 million existed in that world, and at one point 12 million people were using them simultaneously. They were called Heavenly Dildos. The shape, girth, veins—everything was a form that any woman preferred.
…
Her tone somehow sounded like she was smiling. Plenty of people were bigger than me, but I tried to kill the curiosity—if I didn’t, Jini would keep talking.
I simply shut my mouth and, like A-jeong, decided to sleep, counting sheep.