Jo Eun-hui
*The story within the novel is set against the backdrop of a parallel dimension.
-020-
"Eat that over there too."
"Yes!!"
There on the floor was the cum I had stepped on earlier. The slightly flattened semen. When I pointed to it, Eun-hui crawled over, swaying her hips, and lapped it up with her tongue.
Just what the hell does it taste like that makes every single woman go crazy for it? Not that I could try it myself.
Whether it had some mild aphrodisiac effect or not, Eun-hui's pussy—ass raised high as she licked the floor—kept pouring out love juices without pause.
"There's more over there."
"Yes."
Eun-hui crawled forward again on all fours. Her breasts hung down and swayed; her relatively wide hips twitched with every movement.
Eun-hui.
My aunt Eun-hui was obeying my every word.
Careful. Give the orders without any sense of dissonance.
Even if she caught on, it wouldn't matter. But I wanted her to feel the perverse thrill of obeying her nephew's commands—the humiliation of surrendering to sex.
Hyeon-ju was hanging precariously off the edge of the bed, so I lifted her and laid her properly on the mattress.
Slurp, suck-suck.
Eun-hui was greedily licking up the cum that had spilled onto the floor. Her hips wouldn't stop twitching, as if she were thoroughly enjoying herself.
The double with Hyeon-ju will have to wait. First I'll fuck Eun-hui nice and thorough.
I walked around behind her and admired the view. Her body was flexible; the curve from her ass up to her waist bent deeply. A sexy rear silhouette. I gripped both of her hips.
"Slurp—yes?"
"Finish eating. I'll fuck you while you do."
"Slurp-slurp—yes."
She glanced back; Eun-hui's face was flushed red. I lowered my right hand, gripped the shaft of my cock, and rubbed the head around her anus.
From the experiments with Hyeon-ju, I already knew nothing dirty would stick. An added effect of the virility trait. No injuries during sex. The anal muscles never tore, and not even a speck of filth ever clung to me.
"Slurp—ahh. Not there—"
"You wanted to start with this hole. Why? Got experience?"
Slap.
"Ahk."
Her wildly thrashing hips tried to dodge the glans. One smack to the ass and she immediately went still. Then she shook her head left and right.
"No."
"From now on you'll enema yourself every day. If you want to get fucked. That's how you earn the snack you love so much."
"What? Yes."
I issued the command and then tacked on the conditional clause: "if you want to get fucked." From now on she would find herself performing enemas every single day. The words "if you want to get fucked" would keep swirling through her mind, and the feeling would settle in: I'm doing this enema because I want to get fucked!!
"Don't refuse anal!! After the ass comes the pussy. You want it in your pussy, don't you? Want more cum to eat?"
"Yes..."
At that she pressed her face to the floor and spread her ass. The expressions flickering across her face were expectation, bewilderment, shame—one after another. A feast of colorful emotions.
From now on, every order I gave Eun-hui would end with something like "if you start craving the taste of cock," or "if you want to get fucked again," or "if you want more cum to swallow."
I lowered a hand, thrust a finger into Eun-hui's pussy once, and coated my palm with her juices.
Squish-squish.
"Ahn, ahn."
Her cunt is a myeong-gi. Of course. I hadn't planned on using the Absolute Obedience Contract on Hye-yun...
The need for body modification had just risen. They say "rice-cake affection" is terrifying. I used to wonder how anyone could grow attached through sex, yet after tasting Hyeon-ju's myeong-gi my own feelings had softened within hours.
If I wanted to last long with Hye-yun and pour more affection into her than into Hyeon-ju or Eun-hui, Hye-yun would need a myeong-gi of the same caliber. I already had the strong premonition that I would keep seeking out Eun-hui and Hyeon-ju purely for the pleasure of sex.
So that's why people talk about rice-cake affection.
I would keep her at Wife rank, give her the distinction of terminology, and remodel her into a myeong-gi. I had already learned how while remodeling Eun-hui earlier. When I met Hye-yun I would playfully get her to declare herself a slave and then remodel her.
I pulled my finger free and smeared the love juices from the glans all the way down the shaft. I wouldn't injure her, but lubrication still helped. After coating myself I spat onto her anus.
Ptoo.
She flinched.
"You hate it when I spit?"
"..."
Her profile was visible with her face pressed to the floor; she seemed to be glaring.
"Then choose: I shove it into your shithole raw with no lube at all."
"...Yes. Please spit."
After a brief hesitation Eun-hui's lips finally parted. I laughed inwardly, gathered more spit, and spat onto her anus again.
Ptoo.
The expression on Eun-hui's face buried against the floor looked gloomy. Time to give her pleasure then.
Sliiiide.
"Aaah!!"
"Describe the feeling. Be honest the whole time we're fucking."
I pushed the glans in. Hyeon-ju's anus had also resisted hard the first time the head tried to enter; Eun-hui was the same. The sphincter shoved against the glans and refused to grant easy passage. I applied a little more force, pushing the sphincter inward until it finally surrendered. It slowly opened and began to clamp around the head.
"Akh—yes. It doesn't hurt that much... it feels like I'm taking a shit. And there's a strong sensation like landing hard on my butt after skating. Ah!"
Feels like taking a shit? That dizzying jolt of landing on your ass?
While explaining the sensations herself, Eun-hui seemed to grow aroused; love juices dripped down. And the erogenous zones I had set earlier—those were starting to take effect too. Her body trembled finely as she began to feel it.
Sliiiide.
At last the glans was fully inside. Whether Eun-hui was trying to push the head back out or not, force pressed against the glans, and the shaft was squeezed with powerful pressure. I hadn't expected much from anal, but after opening Hyeon-ju's ass my thoughts had changed. Chewier and tighter than even Hye-yun's vaginal pressure. Plus the no-injury trait kept that pressure constant, chewing on me the whole time.
Bitch/Dog rank? I won't bring women like that in, but if they aren't myeong-gi then anal is the answer.
The body modification I would soon apply to Hye-yun. Her body was already nearly perfect, so I planned a far shorter period than a year. What would it feel like to line up three myeong-gi and fuck them side by side?
"Master, it's strange. I feel like I need to shit."
"Hold it. I'll fuck your pussy soon enough."
Sliiiide.
"Aaah—I can feel it. Ah, ah, this can't be—I'm feeling it from getting fucked in the ass. ...That pleasure of a good shit mixed with a weird pleasure, aaah—"
I remembered hearing that a lot of sensory organs clustered around the anus. Unable to describe the sensation any better, she paused a few seconds before spitting out the term "good shit." Once a certain depth was reached and something caught, I slowly pushed until my entire cock was buried.
Thud.
It met Eun-hui's ass. I bent forward, wrapped my arms around her belly, and lifted her. Embarrassed, she flailed and struck at the arms holding her.
Slap-slap.
She thrashed.
"Stay still. Put your hands behind you and wrap them around my waist."
"Th-this is embarrassing."
Suspended in midair, Eun-hui rose onto tiptoe, stepped on the tops of both my feet for support, and reached back to encircle my waist. Then I walked us over in front of the large vanity mirror.
"Look straight at yourself. The sight of you enjoying getting fucked by your nephew."
"Ah... ah—"
I gripped both of her thighs, lifted them, and spread them wide left and right. Her hands twitched, yet she kept holding my waist.
"Once you start feeling it, move on your own."
"Yes..."
As if anticipation made her honest, her pussy fluttered in answer. In the mirror her gaze locked precisely on that spot—her own fluttering pussy. I lowered a hand and pointed a finger at the twitching cunt. Through the mirror she looked at me and flushed scarlet all at once. Her entire body rapidly heated. Then she trembled finely.
"Look. The way your pussy likes it. Be honest. Feels good?"
"Yes..."
I pulled my hips back until the glans caught on the sphincter.
"Aaahn—it feels good."
Thud.
"Ah! Feels good."
"From now on just moan. You're too noisy."
Thud, thud, thud.
"Ah, ah, ahh—"
After a few pistoning thrusts the sphincter seemed to adapt, smoothly opening a path for my cock while still applying pressure. Every time I slammed upward her breasts surged and dropped; her eyes curved, her mouth curved as if smiling.
Thud, thud, th-th-thud, thud.
"Ah, ahn, ah, aaahn, ahh—"
"You dog-bitch. Look at you drooling while getting fucked in the shithole. Bark for me and I'll fuck you harder."
Conflict flickered across her face, yet her mouth barked as ordered. Instantly her ass clenched tight and love juices burst from her pussy, riding my cock down her anus and soaking my balls.
Rustle.
"Woof-woof. Ah, ahh, aaahn—"
"Hyeon-ju, if you're awake come suck your friend's pussy."
"Woof."
I turned my head and confirmed Hyeon-ju had woken; she was sitting there blankly. Then, when Eun-hui started barking, her eyes suddenly changed and jealousy appeared. Hyeon-ju barked as if begging for attention.
Back in the late eighties in the rural village of Goesan, when the only kids around were the two of them, me, and a few toddlers, we had been close. At least I had thought so. The problem was that after they both married, they changed at some point. From now on, just like those days by the stream, we would spend a lot of time naked together.
"Hyeon-ju ranks higher, so from now on educate Eun-hui properly."
"Thank you, Master."
She came up beside us, dropped into a deep bow, then crawled on her knees and began sucking Eun-hui's pussy.
"Woof..."
"Eun-hui, why? Speak up."
"Aahn—don't, Hyeon-ju... aaah—"
Eun-hui was using informal speech with Hyeon-ju.
Slap.
Hyeon-ju smacked Eun-hui's pussy with her open palm.
"Where do you get off talking casually to your unnie!!!"
"Akh—yes... Un...nie."
She flinched.
Eun-hui flinched, and so did I a little. It overlapped with the words I had heard on the train that day in '94. Even the expression was identical. Yet whether she had bisexual leanings or not, her eyes and mouth were smiling.
Slurp, suck-suck.
Thud, th-thud.
"Ah, aaaah—Master, harder—"
"Good. Eun-hui, send the divorce notice today. You will, right? I can fuck you every day, you know?"
"Yes. Aaahn—I'll send it. But the kids... I'll keep them..."
As expected, severe conflict was raging inside her. Areum and Ahee. Of course I would raise them like my own daughters. The twin girls had always treated me so affectionately. I was confident I could pour the exact same love into them as my own children and perfectly fill the gap left by their absent father. And once my own kids were born, those children would look after their half-siblings like true older brothers and sisters.
But seeing Eun-hui's anxious face in this moment, I felt the need to shake her further with words. I signaled Hyeon-ju. When I lowered my head and grinned, Hyeon-ju nodded.
"Hyeon-ju, go use Eun-hui's phone and text her husband that she wants a divorce. You heard that?"
"Slurp... yes."
Hyeon-ju's lips glistened. She stood, rummaged through Eun-hui's clothes, found the phone, and sent the text. Hyeon-ju winked at me.
To excite Eun-hui even more in this moment, I brought up Na-hee.
"Um... Master. I'll raise Na-hee myself too. I'll educate her thoroughly so that the day she turns eighteen, Master can fuck her..."
Eun-hui's anus suddenly clenched hard around my cock. Through the mirror I saw Hyeon-ju's eyes. Completely an actress's eyes. Full of some kind of expectation—and desire. Hyeon-ju was that good at acting? It was confusing.
Hyeon-ju, no way? She wouldn't actually offer Na-hee once she becomes an adult, right? I've made her swear several times that I absolutely never touch minors, so it can't be that...
"I'll contact her husband and tell him I'm raising Na-hee."
"Fine."
As if seeking my permission, she walked over to her own phone that had been left on the bed. At the words about offering Na-hee, Eun-hui's pussy trembled violently.
"Fine. But that kid has no manners, so you thoroughly train and discipline her into obedience."
"Yes!! Thank you."
Standing near her own phone, the hands sending Eun-hui's text sped up. With a wicked smile Hyeon-ju turned off Eun-hui's phone, set it down, and reached for her own. She picked it up, smiling as she powered it on.
"Mother-daughter double. Every time you fuck Eun-hui once, you have to fuck me five times out of consideration for my devotion, Master?"
"Sure. Since you're offering even your daughter. You're more lovable."
Now Eun-hui was clamping down mercilessly. And her face in the mirror—Eun-hui was clearly conflicted over whether to offer her daughter or not. Her pupils were darting left and right; that much was certain.
That Eun-hui offering up her daughter?
These crazy bitches. Getting addicted to cock and selling their own kids?