Side Story 1: Park Hyeon-ju's Husband, Jo Myeong-hak
Jo Myeong-hak's Point of View
July 21, 2003, 11:00 PM
Junggye-dong, Nowon-gu, XX Villa
Stumbling.
After the company dinner, Myeong-hak headed home with a whole chicken clutched in one hand. The property division from the divorce, the sudden tax office notice about tax evasion—whatever assets he'd had left had been stripped away, leaving him barely scraping by in this villa. It was pathetic.
If it weren't for Jeong-cheol living with him, he might as well have been dead. Life barely felt like living. Yoo Jeong-a had left last year, and two months ago even Mi-suk, the woman he'd planned to marry, had walked out, making everything worse.
Is it because I don't have money?
I've got plenty of money. I could've supported you just fine.
Then why?
The night stuff. I tried my hardest to put up with it, but the fire lit up again. Sorry about that. I met someone who actually satisfies my sex drive. Let's not see each other anymore.
Hey!!! Hey, Kim Mi-suk!!!!
Creak, creak.
The old villa sat on a hill, and already the inside of Myeong-hak's suit was soaked with sweat.
Better wash up quick and hit the sack...
He dug the key out of his pocket, unlocked the front door, and stepped inside. A cramped twenty-four-pyeong unit. Without a woman around, the place looked every bit as filthy as it was.
"Jeong-cheol! You asleep? Dad brought chicken."
Silence.
The living room was a mess, and his son sat staring blankly at the TV. Myeong-hak saw the boy watching the gray static of a screen that had long since finished adjusting, looking like a complete idiot, and anger flared as he walked over.
"Jeong-cheol!! Your dad's home and you don't even say hello!!"
No response.
His son just drooled, eyes locked on the TV. Furious, Myeong-hak set the chicken down and shook him.
"Jeong-cheol!!"
"..."
He shook harder. Jeong-cheol finally turned his head and reacted. Vacant expression. And from the boy's crotch, buried under the smell of chicken, came the scent of night-blooming flowers.
This little shit watched porn?
"Dad!!! Heh... Mom... I saw Mom..."
Mom? He watched some Japanese girl?
Where Jeong-cheol pointed sat two videotapes. Three counting the one still inside the VCR. Myeong-hak hit the rewind button on the tape already in the machine just to check.
He wanted to grill the kid about where the hell he'd rented porn, but the boy's vacant stare made him shove him toward the bathroom instead.
"Wash up and go to bed! Chicken tomorrow. You and I are going to have a talk in the morning."
Summer break started today.
First real vacation since the divorce, and already it felt like a burden. The thought that his son had watched porn and learned about sex made his head throb.
A nod.
Jeong-cheol went into the bathroom. Myeong-hak changed into comfortable clothes in the master bedroom, switched on the fan, and waited while watching TV.
Click.
The tape finished rewinding. After confirming Jeong-cheol had gone into his room and turned off the light, Myeong-hak hit play.
Thud.
"Hyeon-ju... why are you...?"
From the very first frame, his naked ex-wife was on her knees in front of a black man, making a declaration of obedience.
He scrambled over and checked the remaining two tapes. They were labeled Yoo Jeong-a's Declaration of Obedience and Kim Mi-suk's Declaration of Obedience.
"...."
Would you like to alter your appearance on the video? Then picture the form you desire. Changing to a black man. Certain speech patterns will also be modified for the recording. Note that the tapes will only be visible to Jo Jeong-cheol and Jo Myeong-hak. Once they have viewed the tapes, they will be recovered into Kim Ian's Subspace after 48 hours.
Filming Date: March 2, 2003, 9:00 PM
Title: Bitch Park Hyeon-ju's Declaration of Obedience
His ex-wife knelt on the bed wearing a red collar—not a play collar, but the kind a real countryside mutt would wear.
A nod.
John Johnson (Kim Ian's alias on-screen after transforming into a black man) nodded back. One hundred eighty centimeters of pure muscle. When the pitch-black man smiled, his teeth were so white the contrast was almost blinding.
"Human Mode. Declaration of Obedience. Obedience declaration, Hyeon-ju. Eun-hee, you film. Okay?"
"Yes, Master."
Eun-hee... no way, my little sister Eun-hee? Master?
It was her. Eun-hee's voice.
Just a few months ago she'd gotten divorced on the same day as Hyeon-ju... and then all contact had been cut off.
The camera swung to capture the black man's cock. Nearly eighteen centimeters of dark meat hung heavy and swinging. Only the head was pink. For a second Myeong-hak thought of Ian from the sheer overwhelming visual, then shook his head.
The color made it look far bigger than his nephew's.
The black man swaggered over to the bed where Hyeon-ju knelt. The camera found her again—her eyes burned with anticipation. An obscenely lewd gaze. Myeong-hak had never seen that look on her face as she stared fixedly at nothing but the black cock.
Then the view switched to the black man's perspective looking down at Hyeon-ju.
She stood up... and her entire body was covered in writing and tattoos.
Jone's slave
Clear English lettering was tattooed right above her clit, surrounded by red hearts drawn in pen. Across her belly, magic-marker words read Bitch, Meat Toilet, John's Personal Cum Dump. Arrows were drawn on her thighs, though the details were hard to make out.
Hyeon-ju performed a deep bow.
She planted her forehead against the mattress. John lifted a foot and stomped on her head.
"Haaahng."
A second camera fixed behind her split the screen in half. Clear, white pussy juice sprayed from Hyeon-ju's smooth cunt. More tattoos and writing covered her ass and lower back.
Crazy bitch. You divorced me just to get treated like this?
Myeong-hak cursed her, but her trembling pussy spoke for her true feelings. A miserable sensation rose in him. Still, he couldn't tear his eyes away, so he leaned even closer to the screen.
John stomped back and forth with both feet.
"Thank you, Master. I, Park Hyeon-ju, will become John Johnson's slave. Please accept me."
"Good. Bitch."
A surge.
Hyeon-ju's pussy fluttered again and more juice shot out. It hit the camera lens. Someone stepped in to wipe the screen, and for a moment Eun-hee's face appeared.
It really is Eun-hee... fuck...
Hyeon-ju dropped back to her knees and crawled closer. Hands locked behind her, elbows gripped.
Smack.
She kissed the head of his cock, then looked up from that position. John grabbed his shaft and slapped her forehead with it.
Slap, slap.
"Thank you, Sub Master!!"
"Hyeon-ju, what's your exact status?"
"I am Master's slave. My side jobs are meat toilet and cum dump."
John reached out and scratched under her chin like she was a dog.
"Dog Mode."
"Woof woof!!!"
The instant the words left his mouth she squatted, folded her elbows, and raised her fists to her shoulders. Tongue out, panting exactly like a real bitch. Myeong-hak felt himself getting hard without warning.
"Human Mode. I don't fuck animals."
"Yes!! Master."
Crazy bastard. How the hell is that an animal.
Hyeon-ju knelt again, the motion so natural it looked like she'd been doing it for years.
"Want to suck?"
"Yes, Master."
John held his cock and waved it in front of her face. Her head followed it, expression pure hunger.
"Politely. Good. Suck."
"Yes. Mmph."
She swallowed the massive head he was holding, then took the entire length to the root in one go. Her throat swelled to twice its size. As his cock hardened, the head could be seen descending deeper and deeper down her throat.
Monster... fuck... how do you even compete with that.
"Mmph, slurp, glk, slurp, mmph."
The room filled with nothing but the wet sounds of Hyeon-ju bobbing back and forth on his cock. When it finally emerged, veins stood out along a shaft so thick and long it was terrifying. When only the head was still visible, it looked well over thirty centimeters.
Veins stood out on Hyeon-ju's neck. Her face flushed redder and redder. Just as she seemed about to choke, John seized her throat and the back of her head and used her skull like a fleshlight, slamming it back and forth.
Thud thud thud.
"Mmph!! Slurp!! Glk!!! Slurp!!!"
"Nice, bitch. Why so loose? Not tight enough?"
Nod nod.
Hyeon-ju's eyes.
Not a trace of humiliation. Only desperate eagerness to please him, throat muscles clenching harder. More veins rose...
Even her forehead was corded now. She was clearly choking but enduring it—her thrashing body proved it.
And through it all she never unlocked her hands, still looking up at John.
Were you always this obedient? No, you weren't. Not you.
John yanked her head all the way to his stomach and ground her face against him.
"Coming. Drink it. I'll give you Pee right after, so keep drinking."
Nod.
Pee? Piss? Crazy bitch.
Gulp gulp.
Even the black man's cum was different—the orgasm lasted over a full minute. When he finally pulled out, Hyeon-ju kept her mouth open, staring up at him. Eun-hee's camera zoomed into her mouth, and only then did John nod.
Gulp.
"Hey, Meat Toilet Number One. Today's Pee goes to Hyeon-ju."
"Yes, Master. Please give it to Unnie."
Eun-hee's voice carried thick disappointment.
Eun-hee's Number One? So she seduced her own sister-in-law?
John grabbed his cock again and fed it into Hyeon-ju's mouth. She swallowed the head with pure joy. His urethra pulsed; Hyeon-ju gulped down whatever came out.
Her expression.
She looked like she was tasting the most delicious thing in the world. His strength left him.
Yet his own cock was harder than ever.
He shoved his pants down and grabbed it.
About ten centimeters... the thickness was pathetic by comparison. Under normal circumstances the intimidation alone should have killed his erection, but today it stood rock-hard as he stroked it.
"Hyeon-ju. Not that guy's piss... mine..."
Pathetic. Reduced to jerking off to this.
"Haaah. It's delicious, Master."
Hyeon-ju licked her lips and looked up. John stroked her hair, then grabbed the leash and dragged her to the center of the bed.
"Ghk."
"Doggy. Get in position."
Even while being dragged by the collar, the moment the order came she scrambled desperately onto all fours.
She smiled at the fixed camera and mouthed something.
Then she turned her head toward John.
Myeong-hak and Jeong-cheol are watching
Clear as day: the shapes of "Myeong-hak" and "Jeong-cheol."
This bitch had filmed the whole thing targeting the two of them. Why? Even if she hated him, why Jeong-cheol? Was this crazy woman even a real mother?
The thought barely formed before climax hit him. He came, and seconds later—no refractory period at all—the overwhelming spectacle made him hard again.
White hands gripped Hyeon-ju's wide hips.
Were Hyeon-ju's hips always that big? Did she get her tits done too?
Come to think of it, her breasts had grown to about a D-cup, and her pelvis had widened. The pussy on display was so clean and tightly closed it was maddening.
Then the massive cockhead filled the frame—far too big for that cunt. It looked impossible.
But it sank in.
Her pussy stretched to the tearing point and swallowed the head whole. On the right half of the screen Hyeon-ju reached out, grabbed the camera, and pressed it right up to her face. Eyes blazing with excitement, she whispered straight into the lens.
"Haaahng. Watch carefully, premature-ejaculation piece of shit. This is sex. You one-minute loser."
She set the camera under her own pussy. A different angle from Eun-hee's side shot. Every crude tattoo and piece of writing was visible, and the giant cock disappearing into her was captured perfectly.
He remembered how Hyeon-ju's insides used to feel.
She used to clamp down so hard he could never last more than a minute. Yet she hated dildos, toys, even fingers, so he'd never been able to last with her.
His self-esteem plummeted. But that same tightness had always given him the most intense pleasure.
Ah... that used to be mine...
"Haaaang!!! Master. Spinning, please do the Spinning."
Slap.
"Fucking. Who the hell makes demands?"
John smacked her ass once and smirked. Then, buried deep, he started rotating his hips.
Grind grind.
"Haaaang!! Haang Master. It feels good. Aaang!!"
The camera moved in front of her and locked onto her face. Eyes rolled back, drool pouring, mouth hanging open as she screamed like she'd completely lost her mind...
Grind.
"Haang ghk!!"
John twisted his waist, then grabbed the leash and yanked while pounding into her.
Her breasts bounced.
Every thrust made her body shudder with pure pleasure.
"Haang aaaang!!! I'm coming, Master!!!"
Already? Not John—Hyeon-ju?
Fuck. Had he ever seen his wife make that face? That peak of climax? Self-loathing crashed over him like a wave. And John didn't care that she'd already come—he just kept hammering away.
Thud thud thud thud.
"Haaaaaang!!!"
Thump.
Hyeon-ju's head dropped for a moment. John buried himself to the hilt, shoved both hands between her legs, and in one motion locked his fingers behind her neck.
"Up we go. Eun-hee, follow. In front of the mirror."
"Yes..."
John lifted Hyeon-ju completely off the ground.
Only his back and her legs sticking out sideways were visible—her body itself hidden—while fluid dripped steadily to the floor.
John stopped. In the mirror, Myeong-hak's little sister appeared naked, holding the camera.
Was Eun-hee's body always that good?
His cock throbbed again. The camera adjusted and framed Hyeon-ju's entire body.
Her sturdy forearms were locked under her knees, pinning her torso tight. John's arms held the back of her neck and forced her head down. The dog collar chain swayed...
"Deulbak. I like this one. Lets me show off my power. See that, ex-husband? She's mine now. Jeong-a's mine too. Soon Mi-suk will be mine as well... Mary. Come on."
"Woof!!! Pant pant."
The camera swung behind him. Yoo Jeong-a came into view, a dog tail plugged into her ass, fur swaying. Tongue out, smiling, panting as she crawled forward. All strength left Myeong-hak's body.
"Mary. Dinner soon. Get into waiting position. I'll pull your dinner out of Hyeon-ju's cunt in a minute."
"Woof!!!"
She knelt, hands on the floor in front of her knees, upper body stretched tall.
Even then she kept her tongue out, panting.
Thud thud thud.
"Haaaaaang!!!! Master!!!! The bitch is watching. It's embarrassing!!!"
"Shut up. Just squeeze that pussy."
"Yes!!! Haaaaaang!!!"
Her legs bounced. Every upward thrust showed off his muscles.
John finally came. Eun-hee brought over a dog bowl, filled it with the cum pouring out of Hyeon-ju's pussy, and Jeong-a lapped it up. That was where the video ended.
Bitch Yoo Jeong-a's Declaration of Obedience — March 2, 2003
Bitch Kim Mi-suk's Declaration of Obedience — May 12, 2003
He didn't have the courage to play the remaining two tapes.
May 12th... the day before Mi-suk had said she wanted to break up. She'd already been fucked by this John bastard and left him because of it. Damn it.