The Ownership Mark

"Master, try this too."

Slurp, slurp.

The wet sound of a cock being sucked filled the room. Hyeon-ju brought a spoon to my mouth. Steam rose from the bulgogi she must have just finished cooking. I opened my mouth and took it.

Chew, chew.

"It's good. You cut back on the salt the way I like it?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. From now on I'll only cook to Master's taste."

Myeong-hak had always eaten his food absurdly salty, and this household's table had been pure torment for me. Hyeon-ju was a good cook, but everything had been far too salty.

Slurp, slurp.

Eun-hui knelt at my feet, swallowing my cock. My toes worked into her soaked pussy. Her cunt clenched around them, chewing. Everything was perfect. In this moment every one of my senses was lit up.

I felt Eun-hui's body. Her pussy trembled and spilled slick fluid.

"Right. The moment your divorces are finalized, you're getting tattoos. Eun-hui, keep your pussy shaved clean. Stock up on sleeping pills too. I'll bring in a sister who does good tattoo work and mark you while you're out."

"Ah!! Yes. Master, please make them pretty."

Hyeon-ju beamed, scooping rice and lifting side dishes onto my spoon.

"Slurp—yes."

Eun-hui's expression was considerably more complicated. When I lifted a hand and stroked her head, she followed the motion, eyes softly closing.

"Master… what kind of tattoo?"

"Bring me my laptop."

Hyeon-ju shot up and ran for my room. Eun-hui smiled bashfully under my touch; I smirked and pressed harder with my toes.

"Slurp—ahng."

"Don't rest your mouth."

"Yes… slurp."

I seized her head with both hands and drove my cock deep into her throat.

"Gulk—hh—gurk—uup."

"Clamp down with your throat. If that throat-pussy is in good shape, I'll piss for you again. Straight down."

I lifted a water jug and drank. My body must have been desperately thirsty—two full liters went down without pause. Of course it did. After dumping that much cum, something had to be off.

Gulp, gulp.

My right hand kept pressing the back of her skull, so her body thrashed helplessly. Or maybe she was thrashing just to stay alive. At the word "clamp," Eun-hui's throat squeezed with desperate force. The climax rose and I shot straight down her esophagus.

Psssh.

Uup, uup.

Thud.

I set the empty jug down and took her head in both hands again. Even while thrashing under the command, she kept her arms locked behind her back and only kicked with her legs. Her face flushed red, then edged toward purple; veins stood out on her neck. Before long they rose on her forehead too. When the orgasm finished and the stimulation on my glans grew sharp, I checked the clock—about a minute—and let go.

Ssslick.

"Kek—haah, haah, haah, haah…"

Eun-hui coughed and spat thick saliva onto the floor, staring down.

"Open. Piss is coming now."

"Haah, haah—yes."

She already had the head of my cock in her mouth again, looking up with eyes full of anticipation. Her face was a wreck—tears, snot, spit, cum, and a face flushed scarlet. I stroked her hair, then pissed for her.

Gulp, gulp, gulp.

A smile of pure rapture. She guzzled the urine greedily.

Beside us, Hyeon-ju had already returned, booted the laptop, and held it out.

"Yaho. Open an English site and search 'crotch tattoo.'"

"Yes."

Images flooded the screen—bizarre tattoos. As she scrolled, a red design appeared.

"That one."

I pointed to a heart with wings sweeping out beautifully to either side. The so-called crotch tattoo. Of course I wasn't going to ink anything that elaborate. Just a name—enough to satisfy pure possessiveness. And small enough that everyday life stayed possible. Full crotch seals or full-body work weren't my taste. Simple initials and an English name would do.

But… why did she look like she liked it? Hyeon-ju's face was flushed with excitement; she was even smiling. I'd shown them the crotch tattoo to mess with them, yet somehow she liked it even more.

"Above the pussy and the cleft of the ass, something close to that design—with KYA'S carved into the center of the heart."

I typed KYA'S into a Hangul document.

"Ah!! I love it, Master. Now it's the mark that we're Master's…"

She image-copied the photo and saved it.

Uh—why is she saving that?

I was thrown for a second, then activated my Acting Trait. I extended my index finger and traced along the underside of her breast, pressing as I moved.

"Here, and over there, I'll have my full English name inked in cursive. And after the apostrophe-s, the word 'slave.'"

I opened Hangul again, converted the phrase to cursive, and showed her:

Kim Yi-Ahn's Slave

"Yes, Master. We're Master's now, so do whatever you want. But put 'sex' in front of 'slave.'"

What the hell was with this woman? "Sex slave" was way too blatant. Even "slave" alone was plenty provocative.

"Huh? …No. Just 'slave.'"

She nodded. The brief flash of disappointment on her face made my head start to ache.

"But is that the only place you're marking?"

"Still thinking. Nowhere too obvious to other people. Only spots that won't show even when you're in a swimsuit. As long as the mark says you're mine, that's enough."

"Yes. Um—is it all right if I add a tattoo myself?"

It wasn't just a mood anymore—my temple genuinely hurt. Damn it. She was this eager to get tattooed. Eun-hui flinched and her pussy fluttered around my toes; clearly she was looking forward to it too.

"Where?"

"On both sides of the pussy…"

"Rejected. I like the sides of a pussy clean."

I briefly pictured tattoos on their outer labia and felt a wave of revulsion.

"Then the nape—right where the hair ends. I want Master's initials in Korean. Me: Kim Ian's bitch. Her: Kim Ian's toilet. Small."

She lifted her hair, turned, and stroked the back of her own nape—the border between hair and neck.

"Rejected. I mark you the way I want. Not the way you want."

"Yes…"

Watching Hyeon-ju droop, my head ached again. Damn it—if she stayed unsatisfied, I might actually have to take her to a real tattoo parlor for the nape. What choice would I have?

Slurp—haaeng.

Just from the fantasy, Eun-hui's pussy climaxed and bit down on my big toe.

"Anything else?"

"Piercings…"

"Rejected."

At first I'd planned to load them with piercings and treat them like real slaves, but I'd grown fond of them. Old memories surfaced too. If a mission ever dropped to take other aunts, though, I was fully prepared to turn those women into absolute sluts with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠piercings through nipples, clits, inner labia, and bellies without discrimination. With them I had no shared memories—only bad ones. Same for the cousin sisters. I'd cover their whole bodies in ink, and I'd take them to a tattooist myself.

‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠

Ko Mal-ja was my eldest aunt-by-marriage. Jo Na-jung, born in '79 and twenty-four this year, was Mal-ja's daughter. She'd gotten her real-estate license the same year she graduated and now worked at the same brokerage as her mother. Ha Jeong-suk was my second aunt-by-marriage. Jo Na-young, four years older than me and born in '80, was a senior at a women's university in Seoul after a year of retakes.

Lucky the sisters-in-law are optional. But bonus rewards?

Bonus rewards. Somehow it felt like I'd end up taking the sisters-in-law too. Compared to the cousin sisters, at least the sisters-in-law were a rat's ass closer to my actual taste.

"Hyeon-ju. Mal-ja, Jeong-suk, Na-jung, and Na-young—can you train them? I'll leave all their piercings and tattoos to you."

"Huh? Yes. I can do it. Between me and Eun-hui, those bitches already lean toward lesbianism and dependency—it should be easy."

The Absolute Obedience Contract was genuinely convenient. Now even a joking declaration of slavery ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bound them as slaves. But there was no real need for me to train them myself. That kind of effort was for beauties on Hye-yun's level.

Hye-yun said she was meeting actors, right? Should I drop by? With a King's Game I might ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even enslave Go Hye-rim…

Currently Korea's top actress—and the top stars all came out of Hye-yun's theater and film department. Then I just smirked and shook my head. The risk was too high. Paparazzi would stick to us like glue.

"Master, are you really going to take those bitches too?"

"You two have a little of that childhood-sister feeling, so I won't handle you roughly. Those bitches are ordinary, and what they did to me was unforgivable—so I'm going to treat them like actual dogs. Stick dog tails in them and make them sleep in a doghouse on the veranda."

Hyeon-ju's eyes drifted into empty space, as if she were picturing it. Then she smiled brightly. I hadn't misread it—she and Eun-hui both had very strong sadistic and lesbian leanings. When I made them kiss or eat each other out, they actually liked it. Their masochistic streak had been pure luck. Hyeon-ju had self-brainwashed through masturbation, and without Chaehyang and the Virility Trait, Eun-hui would have been a real struggle.

"Ah! It'll work. Once Master's cock is in them, they'll want it again—if you tell them to act like dogs, they will. Hehe. Just like Eun-hui."

"Slurp. Yes. Those bitches won't last. Slurp, slurp."

"No. I'm not going to fuck those women if I can help it. You two train them. Nipple, navel, and clit piercings, plus the crotch tattoo I described."

"But… yes. Still, you'll have to fuck them at least once each if you want them stuck here for good…"

Eun-hui's words. Hyeon-ju nodded too.

"Hmm… fine. Train them well, the two of you. I'll think about it. And… work the two sisters-in-law if you can. Make sure you film everything."

The videos were for the uncles and cousins.

She nodded.

"When you film, edit so that neither your faces nor mine—or our voices—show."

"Yes. Then I'll buy half-masks or full masks."

Hyeon-ju was so worked up from the fantasy that the chair under her was getting wet. Then she came back again and brought up tattoos once more.

"Um, Master—my tattoo. The sole of the foot is fine, right? Something small that says 'Kim Ian's property.'"

"Huh? You love swimming. You sure?"

"Ah… then just the nape, then."

She casually floated the nape tattoo again.

"Nope."

I reached out and stroked Hyeon-ju. She melted into the touch. A moment later she saved the Hangul file as well, then carried the laptop into Jeong-cheol's room. Shortly after, the whir of a printer started up, and I couldn't help smirking.

"You're getting tattooed too. No complaints?"

"Slurp… yes…"

The instant she answered, I felt love juice pour over the top of my foot.

"By next Sunday the divorces should be wrapped up, right?"

Divorce proceedings had gotten a lot faster. In the past it took two months, even six—but with polygamy and polyandry on the books, when one side had clear fault, a decision came five days after filing.

"Yes. If we submit the evidence Monday morning, we'll have results by Friday. As long as nothing with Master gets caught, it's a hundred percent. But…"

"What?"

"If we file today, it'll be even faster."

She smiled bashfully, body twitching as if she couldn't wait to file.

"Hmm… then take your sister and both of you go file for divorce."

"Yes."

Stroke, stroke.

She savored my touch, then rose and headed for Jeong-cheol's room. Once Eun-hui was gone, sleep pressed in hard. I stood and walked toward the master bedroom.

Ah. That place is too damp. A mess.

I turned on my heel, went into my own room, and lay down on my bed. Soon the door opened and two women climbed up on either side of my feet, kneeling.

"After you get back from court, while I'm asleep, each of you takes it twice in the pussy and twice in the ass. That's an order. Got it? Hyeon-ju, train Eun-hui properly."

"Yes, Master."

My stamina only recovered while a cock was inside someone. In my current state, if I fell asleep I'd have nightmares for certain. I needed stimulation. I still believed it was the aftereffect of the exorcism ritual—and I was still worried.

Smack.

When I closed my eyes I felt a mouth kiss the tip of my glans, then another.

Smack.

Figuring out who was who was too much trouble.

"Master, we'll be back."

I lifted a hand and waved them off. The door closed.

If I sleep now, I'll wake before eight, right?

Eleven o'clock. Nine hours was a long sleep, but after pushing myself so hard yesterday and today, I'd probably be out a while. When my stamina dropped I had nightmares, so I'd ordered each of them to take my cum four times.

Should be enough, right?

Both of them were myeong-gi, so I fretted a little that they'd finish early—but I figured they'd last at least four hours as I sank into sleep.