Jeong-mi's Purification
The massive catharsis of Soul Devour and Soul Purification hit me all at once.
A surge of mental elevation and fullness flooded my brain, a brief sensation of brilliant explosions flashing and detonating inside my skull.
Maybe I should... start hunting evil spirits for a living?
I snorted softly, stepped toward the weeping Jeong-mi, brushed her right shoulder once in a casual motion, then pulled both women into a tight embrace.
Just listen. Jeong-mi’s homosexual and submissive tendencies were shaped over five years. Even after her soul was purified, the memories remain, so those inclinations will try to persist.
Homosexual? Memories?
Every word from Jini was hard to brush off, but time was still moving in the real world. To avoid creating any awkward atmosphere I simply stroked Hye-yun’s back.
“Hye-yun. Just act like usual.”
“Okay, honey. But why is Jeong-mi crying?”
“Huh? Hic... I don’t know. Just now my head cleared up and... the tears won’t stop.”
Tendencies can surface either as the deep unconscious personality of the soul itself or through accumulated memories. In Jeong-mi’s case, the memories formed by the sex ghost over five years are still influencing her even now.
And the solution?
My head was spinning. I had to keep talking with Jini while also soothing the two women in my arms.
They both leaned into me, facing each other. Hye-yun reached out and gently wiped Jeong-mi’s tears.
“Have either of you... ever been to Japan? Around five years ago?”
“Yeah. I went on a hot-spring trip when I was in middle school.”
Simple. Tendencies formed by memory can be overwritten by even more intense new memories. Leave the submissive streak alone; the homosexual inclination will flip the moment she has sex with you. Jeong-mi’s original orientation was toward men, after all.
Ah... thank you.
Jeong-mi nodded.
“Wow, how did you know that?”
“Hmm... it’s a little hard to explain. I’m worried you two might start avoiding me.”
People’s opinions of shamans weren’t exactly glowing—seeing ghosts, destroying them, zero proof. And casually summoning a dagger in front of them wasn’t exactly easy either.
“Aww, just tell us.”
“I can see ghosts. And I can deal with them too.”
Hye-yun’s expression lit up with interest, but Jeong-mi seemed to sense something deeper. She trembled violently and lifted her head.
“M-Master... you’re saying a ghost was attached to me?”
I nodded.
“Don’t worry. I already took care of it.”
“Hic... my head always felt foggy, and I could never remember my dreams properly. For five whole years. I knew they were nightmares, though.”
“Really? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Worry filled Hye-yun’s eyes as she looked at her mother.
“I didn’t want to worry Little Master.”
I stroked both of their soft backs. Given the situation I wasn’t about to get hard, yet holding mother and daughter at the same time filled me with a deep mental satisfaction that kept growing.
“From now on, any ghost I see, I’ll erase it on the spot.”
She nodded.
There was definitely still a homosexual lean. Jeong-mi had been staring at Hye-yun the whole time and only looked at me when she spoke. She trembled even harder under Hye-yun’s touch.
I waited a few more minutes until Jeong-mi calmed down. Once her sobs stopped and she was smiling at Hye-yun, I stood, walked to the sofa, and sat.
“Both of you, come sit on either side of me. I want to hear exactly what happened between you two.”
“Okay, honey.”
“Yes... Master.”
Hye-yun nestled against my left side and rested her head on my shoulder. Jeong-mi approached carefully and leaned into me.
Those massive breasts.
I kneaded Jeong-mi’s chest. Hye-yun’s were big, but they couldn’t compare.
“Aahn...”
So soft.
The elasticity was a little lacking right now, but they would soon become firm, springy udders again.
While I worked both women’s breasts, Hye-yun gave a short explanation of everything that had happened.
The evil spirit had apparently tried to drive Jeong-mi away so it could force a sexual union—ghost intercourse—with Hye-yun. Under normal circumstances it never would have worked. And given Hye-yun’s personality, something that wasn’t right simply wasn’t right; the outcome would never have been good.
I also told them about Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju. Hye-yun visibly relaxed the moment she heard they were married women.
“Wow. If things had gone wrong, Jeong-mi might have ended up as Michael’s sex slave.”
“Haa... yes. If Master hadn’t taken me in, I was going to contact Sook-ja.”
Michael. I had a feeling I would run into him sooner or later.
His women weren’t my type, so there was no need to make an enemy of him. But since he’d taken a liking to Jeong-mi, he would probably come looking.
I glanced at Hye-yun. Her expression had turned a little serious.
“Honey, I don’t have any lesbian tendencies.”
I nodded.
“I know.”
“I’m so happy that both Masters accepted me like this. Aheung...”
I freed the arm wrapped around Hye-yun and continued reading diary entry number 28. My left hand worked the mouse while my right never stopped kneading Jeong-mi’s breasts.
The sofa was starting to glisten, soaked with both women’s juices.
Mother-daughter rice bowl. Just imagining it made my cock throb. Even ordinary mother and daughter would have been exciting, but these two were both celebrity-level beauties.
And now neither of them could ever escape my grasp.
Women who would die if I told them to die.
No matter what I ordered, their emotions might resist, but their bodies would respond.
“Honey, are you just going to ignore me?”
The moment I took my hand off the mouse, Hye-yun grabbed my arm again and clung to me, cooing.
“I won’t. Don’t worry—you love my cock that much...”
“Aing, don’t say embarrassing things.”
I poked Hye-yun’s flushed cheek once, then pulled both women into my arms.
“Then how about I give you a present?”
“Hm?”
“Yes?”
I relaxed my arms so they could look up at me with curious eyes.
“Since things have come this far, Hye-yun, I’ll fill out marriage registration forms for both of you right now. You two can handle the rest yourselves.”
“Honey, really?”
Hye-yun beamed and rubbed her chest against my arm.
“Master...”
Jeong-mi clearly didn’t have strong feelings for me yet. She only seemed happy about being bound to the same man as Hye-yun; she kept glancing at her daughter with a red face.
“Honey, then what about the ranking? That Hyeon-ju woman and Eun-hee too...”
“Hye-yun stays Rank 1 Wife no matter who else joins. Hyeon-ju, Eun-hee, and Jeong-mi are all former married women, so second class... concubines. We’ll decide the order among the concubines later.”
“Hehe, okay. Jeong-mi, you should say thank you.”
In high spirits, Hye-yun stroked Jeong-mi’s hair. Jeong-mi closed her eyes and smiled, savoring her daughter’s touch.
“Thank you, Master.”
Once that was settled, Hye-yun hurried into the bedroom.
“Jeong-mi. I know your heart still isn’t fully with me.”
“Yes. I’m sorry.”
An anxious face.
“If after a month of being fucked that still hasn’t changed, I won’t touch your body again. You can live as Hye-yun’s slave.”
“Thank you.”
She visibly brightened.
Would it really turn out that way?
“Go lie on the master bedroom bed. Spread your legs and open your pussy.”
“Yes...”
Jeong-mi stood and moved with honest obedience to the command. Her expression didn’t look happy.
“I’ll let you lick Hye-yun’s pussy, so get plenty of juices flowing.”
“Ah!! Yes.”
An agreed-upon matter.
I considered the silent understanding that she would be my sex slave for a month already sealed, and issued the order.
Yet the moment I mentioned letting her suck Hye-yun’s pussy, she smiled and ran off.
I had only given them a naked inspection so far; putting the two of them together should be entertaining. I still needed to check whether she was truly suited to be my slave.
By the way, the Absolute Obedience Contract is kind of inconvenient. I only want them to follow the necessary commands...
When you want an action followed without fail, attach the word “command.” I will adjust the contract’s effect. Be careful—any other words the slaves may choose not to obey.
Thanks, Jini.
She always scratched exactly the itchy spots.
It had been a little annoying. Even simple speech required me to weigh whether it counted as a command or not, and that had been eating at my nerves.
Hye-yun came out of the room holding an A4 sheet.
“Honey, I already filled out my part.”
“Haha. Got it.”
I took the marriage registration form.
Hye-yun sat beside me and guided me through every field while I filled them in one by one.
I checked the box for dual surnames. With the Personal Information Protection Act, that protection was desperately needed.
I completed both forms and handed them back to Hye-yun.
“Go finish them with Jeong-mi and then call me so I can eat mother-daughter rice bowl.”
“Hehe, okay.”
I watched Hye-yun’s back as she carried the forms into the master bedroom, then stripped completely naked and headed to the kitchen for a water jug.
Thirst.
My stamina was excellent, but after sex I still needed to take in enough fluids. I could probably manage without, yet once I started drinking I always guzzled like a madman.
Even now my body seemed to be preparing; water kept pouring in without end. My stomach never swelled. Only after emptying two two-liter jugs did the thirst finally stop.
Thinking of Hyeon-ju, I picked up the phone on the dining table and dialed. The connection tone rang.
“Master.”
“Yeah, Hyeon-ju. Don’t go to the hotel. Come to my studio apartment on the fifth floor. I already got permission from my girlfriend.”
“Really? Yes, Master. I’ll just drop off the luggage and come with Eun-hee. But we probably won’t be able to get there until around six in the evening.”
“That’s fine.”
Hearing Hyeon-ju’s happy voice made me think I could live here for a while with four women.
The rooms were fairly spacious.
All four of them my slaves.
I texted the address and Hye-yun’s number, then added that they should call Hye-yun’s phone once they reached the villa entrance.
“Honey, come in.”
At the sound of Hye-yun’s voice I pulled the battery from the phone and walked into the master bedroom.
“Coming.”
When I opened the door, nothing else in the room registered.
Only the king-size bed.
On it, Jeong-mi knelt with her legs spread wide, both hands holding her pussy open for me to see.
And above Jeong-mi’s head, Hye-yun knelt as well.
Hye-yun was stroking Jeong-mi’s hair, seeming to soothe her.
Yet the juices flowing freely from Jeong-mi’s exposed pussy made it painfully clear just how stimulating Hye-yun’s touch really was.
Throb.
My cock stood rigid and slapped against my stomach. Jeong-mi’s eyes went wide. I smirked.
“From now on you’re the Master’s slaves. Understood, Hye-yun?”
“Yes!! Master.”
Hye-yun snapped to attention, both hands on her knees, back straight.
I nodded in satisfaction.
“This is a command. Hye-yun, put your pussy against Jeong-mi’s mouth.”
“Yes!!”
First command—keeping the promise I had made to Jeong-mi.
Hye-yun’s face flushed deep red as she rose onto her knees, spread her legs, and crawled over Jeong-mi’s head.
Her expression wasn’t exactly pleased.
There was a hint of hesitation, but she moved exactly as ordered.
“Stop. Don’t put it on her yet.”
“Yes.”
Jeong-mi’s mouth fell open and juices began dripping steadily.
Drip. Drip.
Even Hye-yun seemed overwhelmed by the situation; her own juices were already falling into Jeong-mi’s open mouth.
“Hye-yun. Don’t feel too bad about this. I don’t mind my slaves having sex with each other. I hope you two get closer that way. As Rank 1 Wife, you can do that for me, right?”
“Yes!!”
Only then did Hye-yun break into a bright smile and nod.
“Good. Hye-yun, until I tell you to put it on her, play with Jeong-mi’s breasts the way I was doing.”
“Yes!!”
Hye-yun reached out.
Both hands gently kneaded Jeong-mi’s large breasts, and a moan burst from Jeong-mi’s lips at once.
“Ahhk, Madam.”
“Jeong-mi, does it feel good?”
“Yes, Madam.”
Was it because she was a woman and simply knew better, or because Jeong-mi had been starving for Hye-yun that much?
Jeong-mi heated up incredibly fast.
I stepped closer, gripped her left thigh with one hand, and took my cock in the other.
“Jeong-mi, this is a command. Grab my cock and put it against your entrance yourself.”
“Aheung, yes.”
Her soft left hand wrapped around my cock and guided it forward. I released it and held her thigh instead. With her right hand she spread her pussy, looked down, and pressed the head to her entrance.
“Aheung. Master.”
“Good girl.”
Slick.
“From now on this is a command: Jeong-mi, answer honestly whatever I ask about how it feels. Understood?”
“Aaah! Yes.”
“Hye-yun, lower your pussy now. Time to reward Jeong-mi. Jeong-mi, the moment it touches you, suck with everything you’ve got.”
“Yes!!” “Yes!!”
The head pushed in.
As expected, she wasn’t a myeong-gi, and the squeeze was weaker than Hye-yun’s.
It’ll improve soon enough.
Slurp, slurp.
“Haaang, Master. Kiss me.”
Having her pussy licked by her own mother must have been intense stimulation; Hye-yun’s face went crimson and she even stopped kneading the breasts, reaching both hands toward me.
“Mm, smooch.”
I leaned my upper body down. She wrapped her arms around my neck, turned her head, and kissed me.
Slick.
Before I knew it the head had reached the end of her vaginal wall and then pushed the womb upward as it advanced even deeper.
Smooch. Ahn.
“Hye-yun, how does it feel—getting licked by Jeong-mi while kissing me?”
“Haa. Master, it feels good.”
“You can manage all my women for me, right?”
“Yes.”
I gave her the signal that I trusted her.
Hye-yun looked happy.
“Hye-yun, go back to normal now. I’m going to taste Jeong-mi. Do whatever you want. We’ll do the rice bowl in a bit.”
“Okay, honey.”
“Smooch, ah.”
Hye-yun rose, crawled over, and began licking my chest.
“Smooch.”
I stroked Hye-yun’s hair with one hand while looking down at Jeong-mi. Her gaze was locked on Hye-yun’s pussy.
A longing look.
I’ll change that look soon enough...