Oh Jeong-mi
Sunday morning.
"Huh? Your mom's not home?"
Eight-thirty in the morning. He was in a taxi.
Two suitcases and a backpack stuffed with electronics — he had completely left Hyeon-ju's apartment behind.
Would he ever come back to that place?
A-jeong's face flickered through his mind, and he let out a short laugh. Beyond her, there was no reason to return.
Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui had packed their own moving boxes and decided to ship them to Hyeon-ju's hometown. Until they found a new apartment, they planned to live it up in a hotel — or so they said, laughing as he hugged them goodbye. Even the fondness born of irritation was still fondness. He left the place that had grown on him.
And now he was on the phone with Hye-yun.
"Ah. I'm dressed way too casually. And a present?"
A short-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants. He felt vaguely embarrassed about how underdressed he was.
"Ah. Okay. I'll be there in five. Just passed through the tunnel."
"Yeah."
He had. Two full bowls, in fact.
Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui had sat on either side of him, competitively spoon-feeding him, and he hadn't been able to refuse. He'd downed a digestive tablet on the way over because his stomach still hadn't settled.
Good thing I brought the antacid.
"Yeah, okay."
The taxi pulled up in front of the villa. Grunting, he hauled both carriers up to the fourth floor, opened the door just long enough to set the luggage and bag down, then continued up toward the fifth.
Ding-dong.
The electronic lock clicked open.
"Come in, Ian!"
Hye-yun's voice called out from inside.
Steadying the thump of his heart, he opened the door and stepped through.
Hmm. That scent. Living with just two women must be why it smells so good in here…
The faint fragrance at the entryway already lifted his mood. He slipped off his shoes and walked in.
A sixty-pyeong owner-occupied unit. He'd heard there were five rooms including the rooftop loft, and the living room beyond the foyer looked quite spacious.
From the kitchen, the savory smell of bulgogi drifted out along with the sound of women's voices.
"Mom. Come out."
"Okay."
Hye-yun's voice, and then two women emerged from the kitchen in truly casual outfits.
Huh? Is this what you wear when only women live here?
White boxy T-shirts. Extremely short shorts. And neither of them was wearing a bra — their nipples stood out clearly against the fabric, and the camel toe on their shorts was unmistakable.
Hye-yun came out holding her mother's wrist, and Ian found himself with nowhere safe to put his eyes.
This was supposedly the first proper meeting with his girlfriend's mother, and he despised himself for already starting to get hard.
She was just greeting him in comfortable clothes…
Just look at her face. What the hell is this.
"Hello, ma'am."
"Ah. Yes. I'm Oh Jeong-mi. Nice to meet you. We've seen each other once before, haven't we?"
"Yes."
He bowed his head in greeting.
She stepped closer and offered her hand. Hye-yun was mid-one-sixties, but her mother looked close to one-seventy. And from his bowed angle, her legs were on full display — not an ounce of excess flesh, pale skin that stood out beautifully. And those breasts he'd been trying not to notice since the moment she appeared — easily an F-cup. His eyes kept drifting toward that enormous chest, and it was a problem.
Just looking at her figure, she's even more than Hye-yun. A forty-inch pelvis and those breasts…
He took the hand she offered. It was remarkably soft.
But the strange part was that she seemed embarrassed.
What? I'm not even hard. Is she reacting just to the outline?
The sweatpants did bounce a little whenever he moved.
"Ian, come on in. Breakfast is ready."
"Haha, yes. Please go ahead and eat, Ian. Hye-yun's been hounding me since morning putting this meal together."
"Ah. Yes, thank you."
As her mother turned and walked away, her hips swayed — deliberately or not, he couldn't tell. His eyes met Hye-yun's then, and contrary to his expectation that she'd be angry, she was smiling.
What is this situation…
Holding himself in check as best he could, he entered the kitchen, marveled briefly at the white-toned space, and sat in the chair Hye-yun pulled out for him.
"Mom, isn't Ian handsome?"
"He is. Ian, you're very good-looking."
"Ah, haha. Thank you, ma'am. You're incredibly beautiful yourself. I was wondering who Hye-yun got her looks from."
Their styles were completely different. Hye-yun had a pure, delicate beauty, while her mother was sexy and full of presence. Slim-bodied with full cheeks — that type of beauty.
"Baby. Mom was Miss Korea Seoul first place, and she made the finals nationally."
"Huh? Ah!!! No wonder I thought you were so beautiful. It's an honor."
"Haha. That was a long time ago."
She covered her mouth and laughed, clearly pleased. He waited for her to pick up her utensils first.
"Go ahead and eat."
"Ah. Yes, then excuse me."
The moment he picked up a piece of bulgogi, the two women began eating as well. It felt almost like he'd become the head of the household.
"Is it good?"
"Yeah. Especially knowing Hye-yun made it — it's really good."
It was salty. Not overwhelmingly so, just slightly off his preferred taste. But cooking was something you adjusted over time, and he had no intention of ruining this moment.
"Baby. I told Mom everything. Even that I slept with you."
"Cough… what?"
Mothers and daughters just… shared that kind of thing?
"It's fine. I told her once she started college, she had my permission. Eat without worrying."
"Ah… yes."
He suddenly became very conscious of her mother's eyes on him. Cold sweat seemed to prickle at his back. Hye-yun grinned at him like she was teasing, and he snorted a laugh and kept eating.
"When Mom saw those videos, she was shocked that it was a little bigger. Right, Mom?"
"Yes. I'm just glad my daughter isn't as unlucky as her mother was. Ian."
"Pardon? Ah, yes."
He started eating faster, wanting to escape this table as soon as possible.
Surely not?
He shook off the thought and shoveled a large spoonful into his mouth.
"Baby. Eat slowly."
"I'm not a kid. I'm just hungry."
Then her mother stood up from across the table, brought over the kettle, and poured water into the glass beside him — casually brushing her chest against his shoulder as she did.
This… no way…
He gulped the water down.
"That was delicious. Hye-yun, I'll be in the living room."
"Okay. We'll clean up and come out. Watch some TV."
Watching Hye-yun and Jeong-mi sit across from each other eating, he stepped out into the living room and let out a long breath.
Whew… Jeong-mi, was it? Mother-daughter special today? Is that the present?
All kinds of thoughts were racing through his head when he sensed movement beside him and turned.
"Uh…"
Two naked women stood there.
A choker was fastened around Jeong-mi's neck, the leash dangling down into Hye-yun's hand.
"Baby. Your present. Our Jeong-mi is the present. Jeong-mi, greet your Master."
What? She's calling her own mother a slave?
Why was Hye-yun acting like this? That was his first thought.
And why was Oh Jeong-mi going along with it?
The Chaehyang had only covered Hye-yun that day. If Hye-yun's behavior could be chalked up to the Chaehyang — since she didn't fully understand its effects — then what about Oh Jeong-mi?
Hye-yun dropped the leash, sat down beside him, and crossed her arms.
Jeong-mi stood before them, bringing both hands together against her forehead.
The moment her previously covered pussy was revealed, he doubted his own eyes.
A tightly sealed pussy that defied her age. And like her daughter, she was completely bare down there — a pure white pussy.
Every doubt he'd had about them vanished from his mind.
Ah…
Then Jeong-mi performed a full formal bow, pressed her forehead to the floor, and declared:
"I, Oh Jeong-mi, will serve Kim Ian as my Great Master. Please accept me, Master."
A brief silence.
He wondered whether he should take this at face value — then confirmed that Hye-yun was nodding.
"Alright."
In that instant, time stopped. Having already experienced this twice before, he waited calmly for the system guidance to arrive.
Will you designate Oh Jeong-mi as Wife rank, Slave rank, or Bitch/Dog rank?
"Bitch is a bit much, and she's been married once… Slave rank would be appropriate. Slave rank."
Lower-rank Slave Contract activated.
A 12-stage slave contract has been established.
Please configure body modifications.
A nude model of Oh Jeong-mi materialized before his eyes.
He applied the same settings as Hyeon-ju and the others, but since he didn't enlarge her breasts or pelvis and skipped the pubic hair removal, it seemed he had points left over.
— Hyeon-ju-class Myeong-gi
— Make the mouth a bit larger.
The mouth. That particular modification consumed the remaining points entirely, leaving no room for other conditions — apparently because it was the kind of change that would look unnatural from the outside if overdone.
Once all settings were complete, Jeong-mi's body began to glow.
Tiger Tail configuration is available.
Mission 2/3 — Stage D Complete
Remaining missions through Stage E have been recalibrated.
The Constellation is pleased with your overachievement.
🎁 Bonus:+10 Chaehyang Emissions
Chaehyang Emissions: 13/15
Holy shit…
The entire dating process and everything else had been skipped. Apparently, claiming Jeong-mi had been the course through Stage D — or rather, enslaving her had been. And the news that ten more Chaehyang emissions had been added left his mouth hanging open.
Time resumed. Jeong-mi, still prostrate, made no move to rise. Instead, she turned and bowed toward Hye-yun.
"I will serve Jeong Hye-yun as my Little Master."
"Mm."
With permission granted, Jeong-mi remained kneeling, and Hye-yun stood up, walked over beside her, and then bowed toward Ian.
"I, Jeong Hye-yun, will submit as Kim Ian's slave. Please accept me, Master."
"Mm."
The slave contract activated the same way, and he entered the body modification interface. Her height was the one thing that bothered him, so he moved to adjust it first — only to be told she was still growing and would reach 173 cm on her own.
— Hyeon-ju-class Myeong-gi.
Beyond that, there was nothing Hye-yun was lacking. Reluctant to waste the remaining points, he stared at the model, lost in thought.
Her breasts would grow larger on their own, and her pelvis would develop to Jeong-mi's level. Where should he put the points?
— Anti-Aging
Anti-Aging is not available.
Remaining points will reduce aging speed to 1/4 of normal. Is this acceptable?
"Yeah."
A flash of light.
Nine-Tailed Fox Tail configuration is available.
Would you like to configure it?
Hye-yun's body glowed, and he was told a nine-tailed fox tail would be granted as well. Why did it keep feeling like he was being rushed?
There is absolutely nothing bad about this.
"Then configure the tails for both of them."
Understood.
A burst of light. Both of their bodies shone.
"Soul Eyes…"
He was curious. He wanted to see what they looked like now.
Opening his Soul Eyes, he looked at Hye-yun — and nine tails had unfurled behind her like a spread fan. White fox fur. And whether it was just his impression or not, her beauty seemed to shine even more brilliantly. Probably because the tails glowed like a halo behind her.
Then he turned his gaze to Jeong-mi — and flinched, stumbling a step backward as goosebumps raced across his entire body.
A crimson soul sat perched on Jeong-mi's right shoulder, frozen mid-whisper into her ear. Its gaze was fixed on Hye-yun with lecherous, sinister eyes.
"Th-that… is that an ak-gwi?"
Yes. Simply put, it is a type of lust spirit. Male-type lust spirits typically attach to men and drive them to obsess over women, destroying their lives. This one attached to Oh Jeong-mi five years ago while she was traveling in Japan with a group.
It was targeting Hye-yun.
But Jeong-mi's own soul was stained a deep, alarming red.
"Is a soul supposed to look like that? Jeong-mi's soul is completely red…"
Seven years. In one year and five months, her body will be taken.
The soul of the woman called Jeong-mi is making a final stand, searching for yang energy to resist.
Ian — you should resolve this. You already know the method for disposing of ghosts, and the method for healing Jeong-mi's soul.
Her body would be taken?
And the disposal method… that he understood. But the healing method?
He carefully reviewed everything the Constellation had given him, going through each item one by one, until he found it. A sub-trait of Soul Engraving: Soul Purification. An active skill that consumed 5% of his stamina to purify a target's soul.
Sub — Soul Purification (Active)
Consumes 10 mana, or 5% of stamina, to purify the target's soul.
"Can you freeze time a little longer?"
Yes. Five minutes. That should be sufficient.
"Summon."
A jujube-wood dagger appeared in his right hand. The same dagger he hadn't summoned since severing the spiritual connection with his cousins.
He approached Jeong-mi and first severed the thread connecting the crimson soul on her shoulder to the crown of her head. Then he drove the blade straight into the lust spirit's forehead.
Slash.
Thud.
There's a sort of piercing sensation coming through…
Then he reached out, placed his hand on the crown of Jeong-mi's head, and focused.
"Soul Purification!"
A slight drain of stamina washed through him as a wave of weakness. His left hand began to glow, and he watched as Jeong-mi's soul was dyed white. The crimson energy transformed to pure white in real time, merging and fusing with her soul.
Dismiss the dagger and return to your position. Time will resume.
"Are these kinds of ak-gwi common?"
Lust spirits attach more readily to attractive people or those around them. Assume that one in every fifty women you meet has one attached. If you include hungry ghosts and other types of possessing spirits, the number is even higher.
An unbelievable statement. Even with the restriction of "attractive people," that was the rate for lust spirits alone.
"…Then… what about other ghosts?"
There are earth-bound spirits tied to locations, and wandering spirits known as guest ghosts as well. But do not worry. Anything stabbed by that jujube-wood dagger is immediately annihilated.
He swept the house first. Fortunately, there were no earth-bound spirits.
Relieved, he reverse-summoned the dagger, returned to his original position, and resumed the posture of looking at Hye-yun.
Damn. From now on, I need to scan every woman I'm about to sleep with at least once with Soul Eyes…
He looked again at the lust spirit with the hole through its forehead. Even with time frozen, tears were streaming from Jeong-mi's eyes.
It was pitiful.
Time is flowing again.
The crimson lust spirit swept its venomous gaze around the room — then its eyes met Ian's. In that instant, starting from the hole in its forehead, it shattered into fragments and scattered into nothing.
Soul Devour — Soul Purification activated.