A-jeong's Choice

*The novel's setting is Earth in a parallel universe.

"Madam, I'll head to the small room now. You should go up to the second floor..."

"Mm..."

She hadn't lasted long. Master had said it was the same vaginal squeeze either way. He could regulate himself with me for an hour, two hours, however long he pleased — and yet I'd managed only fifteen minutes.

I'd thrust and held on and held on, and only after fifteen minutes had I finally drawn Ju-ae to climax and been able to finish.

Women really are better. No matter how exceptional a body is...

The fantasy of feeling both at once drew a quiet snort of laughter from me as I watched Ju-ae leave the room in a daze.

I stepped past the mesh stockings on the floor and simply picked up the dress I'd arrived in. For a moment I wondered whether the size would still fit — the hips and bust looked a little fuller than what I'd seen earlier.

I pulled the dress on, took one last look around Master's room, and walked straight out into the living room.

A quiet living room. As I passed the front entrance, Ju-ae's moans drifted faintly through.

"Hahng... ah!!!"

"Our Ju-ae likes being hit, so let's do five more. Sound good?"

"Yes..."

Whish — crack!!!

Ah... that voice must be Yuri. And the whipping...

I flinched as fresh wetness slid down my thighs. I wanted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to try the whip too. And Ju-ae and Na-yeon, both of whom would love being struck — their faces rose in my mind.

"Later..."

I stepped out the front door, boarded the elevator, and pressed for the second floor.

I stared blankly at the display as it shifted from three to two, then stepped out and went straight into the house.

Expectant about whatever gift Master had left me, I walked into the master bedroom — and there on the bed sat two large boxes and one small one.

"What is this?"

Something about the boxes looked familiar. They seemed to be facing backward — black with red borders, no markings of any kind.

And on the small box, a sealed envelope. I peeled it free and drew out the letter inside.

I flinched.

Attachment? Grateful for?

I couldn't begin to guess what the XX stood for. I'd heard of foreigners with attachment blankets or attachment dolls, but I'd never had anything I'd call an attachment of my own.

What could it be?

I was still turning it over when the words future fragments locked my body rigid.

S-surely not?

I stepped closer, grabbed one of the large boxes, and flipped it. Heavy. Grunting, I turned it over — the front was just as blank, no lettering of any kind.

But a vertical seam ran down the center, as if it opened to either side.

Thump-thump. My heart hammered. If my guess was right, this was almost certainly that.

Why am I like this? Yesterday it tormented me so badly — and now I'm hoping that's what it is...

Arousal was already pouring down my thighs in a stream I couldn't control.

I set my hands on the box and carefully drew the lids apart. The box opened left and right — and the moment my eyes met what lay inside, a wave of raw euphoria slammed through my skull.

"The one I was hugging the second I woke up..."

I didn't know who she was. I hadn't caught a name then, and her face had barely stuck in my memory.

But once the box was fully open, information about the object was printed on the inside of the lid. All of it in English.

"Kato Reiko..."

A famous Japanese supermodel. I was interested enough in fashion to keep two Japanese fashion magazines on subscription, and lately she'd been gracing the covers constantly.

Okinawa-born, with an exotic, beautifully proportioned body that made her wildly popular — especially among women.

Why couldn't I recognize her back then?

Ah... Lady Jini. Thank you. For everything.

Yes...

A cold tone. Full of irritation — but I was grateful all the same.

I bowed my head toward empty air, then stared blankly down at the pillow again.

An envelope rested on Reiko's navel. I picked it up in a daze.

Master...

I gazed at breasts that had to be G-cups, then opened the box beside it.

"So this is the woman who gave me a womb."

Italian nationality. Brown hair, blue eyes.

This one's link seemed connected only between me and Christina.

She was a striking beauty too — my age, and an A-rank villain, so her grade was high.

I checked Master's note again, then opened the last small box.

Inside was only a yellow rolled scroll, and another envelope. I opened it.

Ah... Master was thinking the same thing I was...

I set Christina and the scroll down beside the bed, then lifted the Reiko pillow free of its box.

Soft to the touch. A bright, smiling expression. When I laid her on the bed, her breasts swayed as if she were alive.

"Wow..."

I stripped in a hurry, pulled the Penis Band from my bag, and approached the pillow.

[Protagonist's POV]

About ten minutes after Yuri came in.

I was in the World Tree bathtub with my eyes closed, savoring the languid sensation.

"Yuri. Can you carry A-jeong to the small room?"

"Yes."

A thought had struck me — something I needed to handle today — so I pulled free.

"Hahhk..."

A-jeong must have been deeply asleep; she only twitched, and even when Yuri lifted her she didn't wake.

Watching A-jeong's belly deflate and the water cloud over, I climbed out of the tub in a hurry.

Splash.

"Yuri. Keep her asleep in the small room until three. Around three, lay her in the master bedroom, and you drink one of the bottles from the fridge then too. And tell them absolutely no one — the bitches, you, A-jeong included — is to leave the pet room or the bedroom until three. That's a command."

"Yes."

I hit the button to drain the tub, and she carried A-jeong out of the bathroom.

I sprayed the showerhead into every corner of the tub while my thoughts turned over.

I should deal with Kang Ho and his women all at once... since I'm heading to America.

I didn't know whether Kang Ho preferred dairy cows, cats, or rabbits, so I'd put the bitch settings on hold for now.

Dairy cows, of course.

I'd meant to handle it later, but it felt like it needed doing now, so I walked quickly to the master bedroom — and ran into Yuri coming out of the pet room.

"Master. I've told them everything."

"Good. Do not come out. Absolutely not."

Yuri nodded and headed toward the living room. I stepped into the master bedroom and picked up the phone from the table.

I called up Kang Ho's number and pressed the button.

His voice came through almost at once.

[Master, at this hour?]

"Were you asleep?"

[No. It's only one-twenty.]

"You're in Suseo-dong, right?"

I'd heard he'd moved the moment the house was set up. Everything was already furnished inside, so all he'd needed was to walk in — the move would have been easy.

[Yes.]

"Come to our place. Master bedroom. Bring the bitches. Bring whoever you've got. The front door code is the same. Leave the tails and headbands off. I don't want to look at that on women who aren't mine."

There was no need to inject semen, but mana would be required for the body to transform dramatically.

The call ended. I pulled on something simple from the wardrobe. Just in case, I checked the bed — same shape as before, but the scent of World Tree wood filled the room richly.

I was mopping the traces off the floor when a knock came at the master bedroom door.

Knock knock.

I tossed the rag into a corner, sat in the chair by the table, and answered.

"Come in."

Click. Creeeak.

Did the hinges need oiling? Brand-new door, and the hinges still made a racket.

Then the people filed in — Seon-hui, the one who'd been Gi-hun's aunt, and A-yeong mother and daughter, all naked, with the four of Areum's group behind them.

They stepped in, met my eyes, flinched in shock, and looked back — and Kang Ho came through right after them, yanking their collars so hard all four of them choked and scrambled in panic.

"What are you panicking for? Stand properly!!! You already embarrassed me panicking in front of hyung-nim earlier... Should I kick all four of you out of the harem?"

The shout burst out. Kang Ho, at least, was fully dressed in a tracksuit as he hauled on their collars and barked.

"We're sorry, Master."

Kang Ho glared at the four of them as they bowed over and over, begging, then looked at me.

"Hyung-nim. Why here?"

"Tsk... Even so, you bring them in naked? All of you, over by the bed."

The girl called A-yeong was pretty enough, but she wasn't mine, so her nakedness didn't stir me much.

Six women came forward, knelt at the foot of the bed, and Kang Ho pulled out the chair across from me and sat.

I looked at Hyo-rim — the one who'd been Hyeong-cheol's girlfriend. Our eyes met and she flinched. That innocent face of hers made it hard to believe she'd dragged her friends into an NTR scheme.

"Hyo-rim. Did you hear Hyeong-cheol came to Seoul?"

"Yes?... No."

At the name Hyeong-cheol she looked flustered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and glanced at the back of Kang Ho's head. The other three looked just as rattled.

All four of them had small chests — thankfully, not a shred of lust stirred in me.

"Heh. Hyung-nim. A-yeong's checking the CCTV right now... That bastard's getting fucked by two foreigners alongside his own father. Right up until they got here. The old man's mental state is shot, but Hyeong-cheol... apparently started enjoying it right away?"

"What? That pervert piece of shit. You bitches who dated a gay little slut who moans getting fucked by a man like that... tsk..."

Judging by their faces — from Hyo-rim to Areum — this was the first any of the four had heard it.

I snorted and looked back at Kang Ho.

"Hmm... How should we do this. Talk it out? Or absorb and re-emit?"

Everything I needed to pass to him was already organized in my head.

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If I absorbed and re-emitted, I wouldn't have to wear out my mouth talking — but the women behind him were in the way.

"The latter, Master. If I may overstep with advice — these ones can't betray you no matter what, and if you give the order they can't leak a word outside. Do as you please."

"Yeah. That was the plan anyway. I've been living too carefully around other people's feelings."

Surprise was plain in Kang Ho's eyes. My casual reply had caught him off guard.

And the moment Kang Ho called me Master, all six women startled and looked back and forth between me and the back of his head.

Kang Ho held out his hand. Taking a man's hand wasn't exactly appealing, but I took it and silently called for absorption.

His body vanished, leaving only clothes behind. The six women shot to their feet in shock — but as if under some order, they didn't open their mouths, only stared at me with panicked eyes.

I grinned.

"Why the surprise. Kang Ho is my clone. Ah!!! Don't worry — he's a special clone with his own personality. I'm not going to bother touching any of you."

They looked even more stunned. Meanwhile I took in Kang Ho's memories and sorted them.

But the future was so intense that even his American life-memories felt faint.

I'm taking it calmly this time. Used to feel so awkward every time I absorbed.

"That's a command — kneel. I'll call your master back for you."

Clone — Thought Partition (Lee Kang-ho)

Under the Thought Partition category, an entry labeled Lee Kang-ho was already configured.

So I spat him out, and a naked Kang Ho was summoned at once — back turned to me, of course.

"Get dressed. Don't turn around."

"Yes, Master. Please make all of them dairy cows."

"Heh... Figured as much. Looking at the mail you sent, I figured you'd pick dairy cows."

"Haha. Well."

Lady Jini. Just make the bitches in front of me into dairy cows.

Yes. Leave that to Kang Ho. Is that possible?

The words came through, and when I looked down again the women were staring at their own chests in shock. Their tattoos had all vanished, and piercings littered their thighs and the floor. A-yeong had grown quite a bit too, but she was nothing next to the dairy cows.

G-cups? No... even bigger than that... dairy cows...

Kang Ho finished pulling on his tracksuit, looked up at empty air, and nodded repeatedly.

Except for A-yeong, looking at how they'd changed, I found myself thinking dairy cows weren't half bad.

Poppy as a rabbit, Pomi and Posun as dairy cows, Yura's mother Mi-jin... need at least one cat, so a cat. The teachers as bitches, and... the aunts when I take them later... bitches... who else is there?

I ran through the bitches one by one, assigning races, deciding I'd finalize once Kang Ho left.

"Done?"

"Yes. Points weren't that plentiful, so I dumped everything into anal tightness and aging rate. Tattoos I can handle myself."

The dairy cow form itself was a broken body — the exceptional tightness had already been pre-transplanted, so there didn't seem to be much else worth setting.

"Okay. Then take them all and go."

"Yes. Heh heh. Thank you. Girls — show Master your gratitude."

At those words the six of them, still groping their changed bodies, looked at me, stood, and bowed deeply.

"Master. We'll be going, then."

"Mm."

They rose.

Collars taken in hand again, they left the room with Kang Ho.

Ding.