Orientation

The setting of this novel is Earth in a parallel universe.

Ji-eun sat on the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed with her head bowed. Even as I walked all the way over to her, she only flicked her eyes up for a second and refused to lift her face.

I climbed onto the bed just as I was, moved in behind her, and pulled her into my arms. She settled between my legs. I stretched them out straight.

"This is…"

"Stretch your legs out in front of you. Get comfortable."

"Okay."

She'd been sitting sideways; now she extended her legs, and they came to rest against mine.

A flinch.

"Ji-eun. You don't regret this, do you?"

"Mm… no."

I wrapped my arms around her just above her chest and drew her tighter against my upper body. Her head tipped back against my right shoulder.

I leaned my torso a little to the left, lowering my face so I could look at her.

She turned her head toward me and closed her eyes.

A soft kiss.

Her lips were soft. They'd been pressed firmly shut, but the moment I caught her upper lip between mine, then her lower, they parted with a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠little give.

Another kiss.

"Ah~."

When I undid the sash of her robe, her hand caught my arm for a second. But as I kept loosening it, she only rested her hand there — no more strength in the grip.

My left hand finished opening the robe. It settled over her right breast. Small, but not the bare A-cup it had looked like from the outside — a full A, almost a B. Soft. Soft and springy at the same time.

"Hah… Ian. Isn't this a little fast for us?"

"No. Plenty of my women slept with me the day we met. Don't worry about it."

She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a worried expression. I only smiled and stroked her hair with the right hand that had been around her waist.

Her face seemed to settle a little.

She gave a shy little smile.

I took hold of her robe with both hands and pulled it off her.

She put a hand on my thigh, lifted her hips slightly, then settled back down and raised her arms a little — and the robe came completely free.

"They're hard. Your thighs."

"You don't like that?"

"I don't know. Whether it's good or bad. This is muscle, right?"

She was naked now, but because I was behind her she seemed to think her sex and breasts weren't fully exposed — she made no move to cover herself.

I huffed a quiet laugh.

I undid the knot of my own robe and pulled the top open wide.

Her back pressed flush against my chest. Soft back, smooth skin — I could feel it with my whole body.

"Ah~!!! Here too — so hard. All muscle, right?"

"Want to look?"

"Ah… no. Not yet… I like this position. I want to stay like this a little longer and get used to feeling you."

Boldly, she cupped my cheek with her left hand. I nodded, gently took her breast in my left hand again, and leaned in toward her lips.

A flinch.

When I pulled her lower belly in tighter, my cock — which had been hanging soft — brushed against her ass. I lifted it with my right hand, laid it against her back, and drew her fully against me.

My cock lay trapped between her back and my stomach. The touch was so soft that every time it twitched, her body gave a little jump.

Her face was turning endlessly red.

I kneaded. Squeezed her breast full in my hand, brushed the nipple with my index finger, squeezed lightly again, then rubbed the nipple in slow circles with my palm.

"Ha… nngh!"

A wet kiss.

I covered her mouth in the middle of a moan, and my right hand began to toy around her navel.

A flinch.

She clearly didn't work out — her belly was endlessly soft. And her skin was so smooth I found myself wondering if this was what Black skin felt like… except hers was pure white.

Kiss… a wet, lingering suck.

I swept my palm in slow circles over her stomach, working lower and lower.

"Hah… Ian."

Eyes half-lidded, cheeks flushed full of color, a shy smile in her eyes and on her mouth.

"Like a marshmallow. Your whole body, Ji-eun. Soft all over."

"Mm?"

"Just saying you're different from most of my women. They tend to work out, so they're firm to some degree. You're endlessly soft."

Exactly as I'd said — the body of a girl in her late teens or early twenties who never exercised was almost too soft. Like a marshmallow. An ordinary woman's body with barely any muscle development. That body was giving me a different kind of pleasure: pure softness.

Not that I can skip putting her through training. Maybe with body modification…

Keeping this softness while giving her strength like the others wasn't realistic, I knew. Strength came from muscle, after all.

"Is that a good thing?"

"Yeah. It's different. This endless softness."

Fat, probably. But she wasn't fat.

A shy little smile.

At the praise she smiled shyly, then broke into a full grin.

In that opening my hand skimmed over her clit and covered her pussy — rough to the touch, as if she'd shaved it.

"You shave?"

"…Yeah. The three of us shave each other…"

"Really?"

The image hit me and my cock surged hard all at once.

The head climbed her spine like a snake rising. She startled, but I locked my arms and pulled her tight, so she felt every thrash of it against her back.

"Ah!!!"

A shiver ran through her.

Her body trembled faintly.

"Ji-eun. Can you get on your knees for me — knees up?"

"Okay."

She eased away a little, knelt, and planted her knees. I knelt too, spread my legs slightly, and crawled in against her.

Bodies flush again.

I switched hands and swept my left once down the cleft of her pussy.

"Hahng… Ian."

Strong. This? Not quite Jeong-eun's level, but close.

Were Myeong-gi this common? I'd thought Hyeon-ju was the best, but here was another Myeong-gi right on her heels.

And why was her pussy so small?

"Your pussy's on the small side, Ji-eun. The way it grips almost feels like Ginhak. I'll know for sure once I'm inside, but…"

"Gi… Ginhak? You… you know about that too?"

She startled hard.

And the moment the word Ginhak left her mouth she went scarlet.

"Why? You already knew you had Ginhak? Did Yeeun or Eunhae tell you?"

"Ah… no. Mom and my aunt… all the women on my mother's side are born with Ginhak…"

Her mother, who seemed to live alone, and her aunt.

I didn't feel any real hunger for women whose faces I didn't even know. Mother-daughter sets, sister sets — I already had plenty of those.

"Huh… then the elasticity down there should be solid. Won't tear. They say it can take a big one, right?"

"Mm… yeah. And I'm kind of naturally flexible…"

"You really got all the good traits, didn't you, Ji-eun."

"Ah… no. The trade-off is muscle doesn't build easily. Men put on muscle just existing, but Mom's side of the family told us women to give up — exercise all you want, muscle barely forms. On the other hand, we don't gain weight easily…"

Damn. What kind of blessed bloodline is that.

The figure was a little lacking, sure — but it meant she kept this soft, yielding body. And with Ginhak on top of it.

Men develop muscle easily?

"Then if we have a son and a daughter, they'll inherit the same, right? I'm the type that builds muscle easily too."

"Th… that so?"

I eased my hips back a little, dropped lower, and took hold of my cock. Then I pushed the head in between her thighs.

She parted her legs slightly. My cock slid all the way forward, and I lifted my hips until it pressed against her perineum.

"Th… this is…?"

"You said it won't tear."

Her head was tipped down, looking. Her body trembled.

"It… it's too big. Mom said anything over eighteen centimeters was huge…"

"What, was your dad hung?"

"Ah… no. My oldest uncle…"

Hmm. Truly blessed, then. The men even come with size built in.

"Don't worry. Just like you've got a cheat physique, I've ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠got one too. My cock never causes a woman pain. Ah… except when it breaks a hymen."

"What? Pfft… there's no way. Come on. Even if you're trying to reassure me…"

She swatted at the arm I had around her waist. And she was smiling.

I huffed a laugh.

"Then how about a bet? I put it in. If it hurts, I grant you a wish — hymen excluded, of course. If it doesn't hurt, you just say one thing for me: that you're my slave."

"Huh?… Really, that's all?"

A wish for her, one word — slave — for me. She turned her head and met my eyes.

I nodded.

"Of course. I like hearing a woman call herself my slave at least once."

"Ah… okay. Pfft… don't regret it later. I'm going to ask for something huge."

"Fine. So the bet's on?"

"Mm… yeah."

I smiled. Then, with the arm around her, I took hold of her inner ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thighs and eased them apart. She matched me, widening the space between her knees.

I settled a little lower again, took my cock, and set the head lightly against her entrance — it felt tiny. A fine tremor ran through her.

I pressed the head firmly against it.

Mm… about an eight or nine? Jeong-eun was a ten… not quite her level…

"Hah… Ian."

"Yeah. I'm going in now."

A nod.

She nodded, head bowed — watching the place we were joined, it seemed.

I pushed the head in. A fierce pressure clamped down around it.

"Hnn? Hah!!! What is this—?"

She jerked her head up and stared at me. I smiled.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?"

A smooth slide.

"Hyaaang!!!"

Nod after frantic nod.

Her head tipped all the way back. She clung to my right shoulder and cried out. The head sank in, and her vaginal folds clamped hard around it. Her pussy was small, so the folds themselves didn't feel quite as strong as Jeong-eun's — but her outer lips seemed to squeeze even harder.

"Haang!! Hah!!!"

The farther the head pushed up, the more she shook. A Myeong-gi was good no matter when you took it.

"Hah… Ian."

The head met her hymen. I tore through it and drove upward.

"Aah… hahng!!!"

I felt the head reach the end and stopped for a moment.

But true to a Myeong-gi, her walls kept clenching on their own, hunting for stimulation, and her moans never broke off.

"Hah… ah… ahh…"

"You lose."

"Yeah… Ian…"

"Just say it once. I, Lee Ji-eun, am Kim Ian's slave."

"Yeah… I, Lee Ji-eun, am Kim Ian's slave."

Casual speech, even for that.

It was cute enough in its own way that I let it go.

Time stopped.

I'd considered setting the three of them at Slave rank, but running into an unexpected Myeong-gi put me in a generous mood — I set her at Wife. I configured the body modifications carefully too. She was still growing, apparently. Height to 165; the chest would just barely make it from a B to a proper B on its own, so I set a D-cup and forty-inch hips.

Time began to flow again.

"Hah… done?"

"Yeah. And Ji-eun — do you envy A-jeong's and Jumi's figures?"

"…Yeah… I do."

"Don't be shocked later. After you have sex with me, you'll have a body on A-jeong's level. And only you will know. Everyone else will think you've always looked like that — only you'll know it changed."

"Huh? Liar. Hah…"

"You believe this, though?"

"Hhyik… haaaaang!!!!"

I drove against her cervix and lifted her slightly. Her weight settled on the tip of my cock. She jerked harder and cried out.

I stood up just like that. Impaled on my cock, she hung suspended — her feet didn't touch the ground, legs dangling limp.

"Hyaang… ah…"

"Our Ji-eun should get a good look at just how filthy she is, don't you think?"

I grabbed the remote from the bedside and turned on the TV. The big screen in front of us showed Ji-eun exactly as she was — skewered on me, dangling and swaying.

"Th… this is…?"

"Ji-eun. That's an order. Keep your eyes on the TV. Watch clearly how filthy you get. And watch when your body starts to change."

"N… no. It's too embarrassing!!!! Hhyik — hyaaaaang!!!!"