Jo Eun-hui's Slave Contract

Hyeon-ju was definitely a Myeong-gi.

I'd been sampling her asshole for hours already—practice, more or less, for Monday's session with Hye-yun. If some other woman, Hye-yun included, clamped down with this much pressure, it would have been plenty satisfying. But it still fell short of Hyeon-ju's Myeong-gi pussy.

"Huh?"

"Aaaah—I'm so sensitive. Not my ass… put it in my pussy…"

I ignored Hyeon-ju's begging for her pussy and kept driving into her—then suddenly the system announced that Chaehyang was being released.

What? I've only got four uses left of that precious thing. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Why now?

Hyeon-ju was already a slave. If I told her to die, she'd play dead without hesitation. So something else had to be going on. I sharpened every sense I had.

A rustle came from the dressing room.

Thud. Thud.

"Aah—aah—"

Who is that? Chaehyang wouldn't fire for a man. The only women who'd wander in and out of this house are… Aunt Sun-jeong and Eun-hui. Aunt Sun-jeong's busy watching Hyeon-ju's kids back in Goesan. So it's Eun-hui. Heh.

Just as Hyeon-ju had said—no, even faster than that—Eun-hui had come to the house.

Damn…

The only people who could stroll in and out without ringing the doorbell were those two to begin with. If she'd already been hit with a full blast of Chaehyang while peeking like that, the game was over. Chaehyang had brought even Hye-yun to her knees.

Time for a little fan service. That bitch Eun-hui is even more detestable than Hyeon-ju, so I'm going to grind her down thoroughly.

I am a slave.

One sentence, and the Absolute Obedience Contract would seal. I still didn't fully grasp what it did, but absolute obedience to commands? How sweet was that?

I'd been holding off on the contract because I wanted to savor Hyeon-ju a little more first—but she was already completely broken. Might as well take the slave contracts from both of them at once.

I slammed into Hyeon-ju even harder.

Thud-thud-thud.

"Ahk—Master, I'm dying—aaaah—"

"Shut up and squeeze."

I pulled the head almost all the way out before driving it back in, making sure that massive cock was fully visible from behind.

Should I have put it in her pussy instead?

Then Hyeon-ju's reactions would have been even better—flopping around like a fish on a hook.

Looking down, I could see she was nearly at her limit. She hadn't slept since yesterday and had been getting fucked straight through until nine in the morning. Sure, there'd been a bath in between, and just a little while ago we'd even gone at it in the bathroom—but one of her three holes, asshole, mouth, or pussy, had always had something buried in it.

"Sounds like Eun-hui's out back. Just pass out easy. I'm going to fuck her next."

"Heh… heh…"

I leaned down as if to kiss her and whispered it into her ear. Hyeon-ju smiled—then her eyes went slack and she fainted on the spot.

Adorable. She'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠held out to the absolute limit because I wanted her to. I pressed a kiss to her forehead, then raised my hand.

Slap. Slap.

With her mouth hanging open and her tongue lolling out, I gave the unconscious Hyeon-ju a light smack across the face and shouted.

"Hey. Wake up!!"

The legs wrapped around my waist went limp and started to slide off. If they dropped straight down, her heels would crack against the floor, so I reached out, caught them, and lowered her carefully before pulling my cock free of her asshole.

Pop…

Twitch. Twitch.

Her asshole gaped wide, spasming as it spat out cum. Because her ass was hanging a little past the edge of the bed, the semen dripped straight onto the floor.

A thick trickle. Drip. Drip.

I turned around.

It was Eun-hui, all right.

She was sprawled on the floor, staring blankly at the falling cum. Her eyes flicked up and down without rest—even when she shifted sideways, she kept alternating between Hyeon-ju's asshole and the floor.

Step. Step.

The moment my shadow fell across Eun-hui's head, our eyes locked.

She swallowed hard, tense, and froze completely.

I smirked, grabbed my cock, and pointed the head straight at her.

"You want to eat this?"

Eun-hui nodded.

Those sharp, vicious eyes had gone round with shock—it actually made her look pretty. Her prominent cheekbones were flushed red, and that wide mouth hung open in a daze.

"Hm?"

Casual speech?

In that instant I fixed her with a hard stare. She flinched and dropped her head.

"Yes."

A grin spread across my face.

Aunt Eun-hui, using honorifics.

She was a beauty who didn't belong in a backwater town either. Her figure was incomparably better than Hyeon-ju's, and her looks were on the refined side. The problem was those fierce eyes and the jutting cheekbones that made her look stubborn as hell.

In that moment, I felt a satisfaction beyond anything else.

Damn. Both of Goesan's twin goddesses, mine.

It was a small town, but their beauty was famous all the way out to Daejeon—men would come sniffing around the neighborhood just to catch a glimpse of them.

"Strip and crawl over here."

I dropped my voice into a low growl.

Deflated, she nodded. Amusingly, her head turned wherever I moved the tip of my cock—left when I went left, right when I went right.

"Heh. Hurry up and strip. Once she wakes up, there won't be a scrap left for you."

"What? Y-yes."

Eun-hui scrambled up and peeled off her beige coat.

Cum stains?

There were blotches on the coat. A woman as fastidious as her would never have worn it like that on purpose.

I remembered what I'd pulled out of Hyeon-ju's asshole earlier that morning.

Holy shit. She ate Hyeon-ju's breakfast?

I'd grabbed Hyeon-ju by the crook of her knees and threatened her until she finally, with a wet squelch, poured out a load of cum.

—That's your breakfast. Store it over there.

—Yes, Master.

I'd been about to throw it out, but Hyeon-ju had fretted so desperately that I left it sitting in the bathtub. Only then had she beamed and gone to take her position on the bed.

Eun-hui pulled her black T-shirt up and off. A bright red bra came into view. Smaller than Hye-yun's, bigger than Hyeon-ju's—looked about a C-cup.

Then her thoroughly soaked jeans, and under them a bright red pair of panties, equally soaked through.

She peeled off her white socks and hesitated for a moment.

"Hurry up and strip. Want me to wake Hyeon-ju?"

"Ah… n-no."

She unhooked the bra, and a solid C-cup pair of breasts spilled free. The brownish color of her nipples wasn't to my taste.

Well, that can be fixed.

I thought of the body modification skill and waited for her pussy to be revealed.

What shape is it going to be?

She gripped her panties and started pulling them down, her face going scarlet. Once they were off, she kicked them aside, then covered her pussy with one hand and her breasts with the other.

"Hands off. Then get on your knees and crawl."

"What? Y-yes."

When her hands fell away, the view was spectacular.

Her inner labia hung a little longer than Hyeon-ju's. No hair around the outer lips—just a thick patch above the clitoris. But her pussy was small too. Way too similar to Hyeon-ju's.

Come to think of it, even living in the same village, weren't the two of them a little too alike? The sharp eyes, the brows, the space between them, even that straight nose…

Same hometown thing, maybe…?

But her gaze kept drifting toward the floor behind me, and I just laughed.

"You want to eat that?"

"Yes!!"

The shame had vanished from Eun-hui's eyes. Only raw hunger remained.

"Hmm. Say, I am a slave. Master. Just once, and I'll let you eat it. How about it?"

Her eyes snapped sharp again—that vicious glint flashing back to life. But I gave my cock a little shake, and her gaze went slack and empty once more.

"Th-that's…"

"Come on. You're already speaking formally to your nephew. Just say it."

Eun-hui's face twisted with massive internal conflict. And from the way fresh juices were pouring from her pussy, she was cut from the same cloth as Hyeon-ju.

"I… I am a slave. Master."

She squeezed her eyes shut and made the slave declaration, lips bitten tight.

In that instant, Eun-hui's body lit up—and as she tried to open her eyes, she froze right there.

No. It wasn't Eun-hui who had stopped. Time itself had stopped.

Huh?

I looked around. Cum was hanging suspended in midair—the semen that had been dripping from Hyeon-ju's asshole.

Jini's voice came through again. Rank 12. Emotions left untouched.

Emotions. Yeah—now I get why it's Rank 12. Dolls are no fun. A vicious aunt who still has to obey every order… heh.

I wasn't going to tell her about the contract. I'd fuck her, give her difficult commands, and let her discover herself obeying—as if her body were submitting to my cock. I'd plant the humiliation deep.

I'll take Slave.

Eun-hui's body blazed with light again.

Just cum?

Whoa… this is that good?

A hologram of Eun-hui materialized in front of me—perfectly matching her texture. I reached out and squeezed a breast. I could feel it. On a hunch I slipped a finger into the pussy, and the walls even clenched around it. And just like Hyeon-ju, she was a Myeong-gi.

Was that even possible? Was Hye-yun just weak, or were these two the weird ones? I was briefly thrown off.

I turned the model around with my hands, appraising her. The figure was solid. But there were a few things that bothered me, so I decided to fix them one by one.

"Set it to change slowly over one year."

I planned a few abrupt changes, so I left a one-year buffer.

First I looked at her hair—everything from texture to volume was configurable.

Lush, soft, straight hair.

I set it to something like the models in shampoo commercials and wiped out every gray strand. The model's hair shifted into soft, glossy locks. Since it was a short cut, I extended the length down to her waist.

Wow.

Next I looked at her face—and for some reason, touching her features felt wrong.

That's her personality right there. I'm already reworking the body. If I mess with the face too, they'll all end up looking the same… Late-teens skin.

The model transformed. Into the Aunt Eun-hui I'd liked so much back then—eighteen years old.

Ah… yeah. Back then her eyes were softer. She was violent, sure, but she was good to me. After she got married…

Thirty-year-old Jo Eun-hui vanished, and eighteen-year-old Jo Eun-hui stood before me.

Leave the height alone.

Height was adjustable too, but that was for girls still growing. Use it on a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠twenty-nine-year-old and the dissonance would be ridiculous.

A constitution that doesn't gain weight.

After that, I overhauled Eun-hui's body extensively.

Not omnipotent, huh.

"No."

I'd wanted to shave down those big, stubborn-looking cheekbones just a little—but the moment I thought it, the message came that Body Remodeling had hit its limit.

Eun-hui's body lit up again, and word came that the remodeling had been applied. Then time began to flow once more—slowly at first, then at full speed.

"Now eat."

"Yes. Thank you."

I reached out and stopped Eun-hui's forehead as she started to drop to the floor.

"Not calling me Master anymore?"

"…Yes. Thank you, Master."

Her brows twitched together—proof she was pissed. I smirked and pulled my finger back. She glared, then hurriedly buried her nose and mouth in the cum.

Watching Eun-hui devour the semen, I walked over to Hyeon-ju and whispered in her ear.

"Hyeon-ju. Make the slave declaration."

"Hm? Yes. Park Hyeon-ju is Kim Ian's slave."

A blaze of light.

Time stopped again.

"I'll take Slave rank."

A black scroll of Body Remodeling dropped onto Hyeon-ju's body, fused with her, and vanished.

Huh. She's really identical too.

Hyeon-ju's model appeared. Even more identical than Eun-hui's had been—I could feel it in the internal pressure of the pussy, the firmness of the breasts, everything matching perfectly.

Figures—something as noticeable as height eats a lot of points.

I'd thought skipping the full hair removal would leave me plenty of points, but it only stretched to about two centimeters of growth.

"Yes."

Hyeon-ju's body lit up. The sense of dissonance faded, and time began to flow again.

I left Hyeon-ju sleeping and looked back. Eun-hui was still greedily devouring the cum.