The Mother-Daughter Contract
Slurp, slurp, gurgle, slurp.
Hye-yun was rapidly bobbing her head back and forth, deepthroating me. Of the three women whose mouths I had used so far, Hye-yun’s fellatio was personally the best. I still hadn’t properly tasted Jeong-mi’s yet.
“This is your first deepthroat, and you’re already good at it?”
“Slurp—cough, hack… haah. Yeah, I imagined it. I kept thinking about yours and wanted to try it myself. But it’s even better than I imagined… heh.”
“Doesn’t it hurt?”
I already knew it didn’t. I knew even the choking agony got converted straight into pleasure. Still, I worried.
“Cough… no. It doesn’t hurt. When it gets really tight, something just pops and bursts inside my head. And then it feels good?”
Hormones must be involved in turning pain into pleasure, right? Dopamine? The useless thought threatened to drag on, so I shook my head.
Her face. Thick spit—or was it semen?—ran from the corner of Hye-yun’s mouth. I grabbed the blanket and wiped her face clean; she grinned up at me, blissed out. Even though it was her first time, she had swallowed me down without hesitation, and I was grateful. With her I had never felt the urge to force anything the way I had with Hyeon-ju, Eun-hee, or Jeong-mi—yet she did everything on her own.
Sorry about that.
“You’re really adorable, Hye-yun. Doing this for me…”
“Hehe. There’s no one else like me, right?”
I brushed the corner of her eye as she gazed up with that loving look. No matter how painless it supposedly was, having a cock jammed down her throat still left tear tracks.
“Yeah.”
“But honey… I’m worried.”
Suddenly Hye-yun’s face turned serious. Acting. We were the same level, so maybe that was why I could see through it—or maybe I was just special—but right now that expression was pure performance.
“About what?”
I wiped the other eye as I asked.
“When I take it that deep… I might get ugly… heh.”
I snorted.
Of course her face flushed red, her throat swelled to twice its size, and veins stood out on her neck and forehead. Tears, snot, and drool had all run freely. And yet she was still adorable. Love goggles. A pair of love goggles so thick they might as well have been welded on.
“No. You’re adorable. The way you give it everything you’ve got.”
“Hehe. Thanks, honey.”
Creak.
The door opened and Jeong-mi stepped out of the master bathroom, hair still wet from the shower, completely naked.
“Shall we stop the deepthroat here?”
“Yeah, honey… start by eating our asses—mother and daughter.”
What a sight.
Of course I liked it.
I never expected her to take the lead like this. Still, I didn’t miss the flash of anxiety that crossed Hye-yun’s eyes.
“What’s got you so worried you’re rushing?”
“…I’m scared you’ll neglect me.”
That word again—neglect. Second time.
Hye-yun’s eagerness. Was that why she had even offered Jeong-mi?
My heart suddenly ached.
While she fretted over me like this, I had spent the time fucking Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju.
I dropped to my knees so our eyes were level. Then I cupped both her cheeks and swept my thumbs under her eyes, wiping every last tear away.
“I told you. You’re the first wife—the primary wife. I will never abandon you.”
“But these days even primary wives get divorced…”
Hye-yun looked like she was overthinking everything, and it made me feel sorry for her. She really had been worrying about that.
“Hmm… I’ll write you a document. A contract that says if you demand it, I have to have sex with you at least once every three days, no exceptions.”
“Huh? Really?”
We had already talked about it verbally, but I decided to put it in writing just to make it solid. It wouldn’t hold up in court, of course, but she visibly relaxed the moment she heard it.
She nodded.
“Thank you, honey. That’s for life, right?”
“Hahaha. Yeah, for life.”
Aging rate twenty-five percent. While everyone else aged four years, she aged only one. For life? I didn’t know if it affected total lifespan, but even at sixty she would still look thirty. I would probably cherish her forever.
Jeong-mi had already come over and knelt beside Hye-yun. I looked at her.
“You… I’ll leave to Hye-yun. If Hye-yun names you as an option, I’ll fuck you once every three days without fail.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Hye-yun nodded too, eyes full of gratitude. Jeong-mi looked relieved as well—she seemed to like the arrangement.
“Or should I just fuck you and Hye-yun every single day?”
Hye-yun shook her head so fast it blurred. She even raised both hands and waved them in frantic refusal. Jeong-mi shook her head the same way.
“Honey, then I’d die. Hohoho. Why do you think I agreed to polygamy? I can’t handle you every day. Of course I could if I had to, but…”
“Yes, Master. I don’t think I could last every day either.”
“Hmm. I want to eat Hye-yun every day, though.”
“Aww, honey. Don’t you want to keep looking at Hye-yun for a long time?”
She pressed close, hugging me and cooing. I loved it. Jeong-mi just kept nodding along.
I snorted.
“Fine. Still, tell me anytime. In the contract I’m putting that I can demand sex from you once every six days.”
A softer condition. With my stamina restored I could probably fuck women three hundred sixty-five days a year without issue, but I figured the mental exhaustion would break them long before that. Me? Mental Protection was always active, so I just enjoyed it.
“Okay. But if I demand twice in a row every three days, then the once-every-six-days thing disappears. No sneaking it in between?”
“Heh, deal.”
I beckoned Jeong-mi with a hand; she came closer. I pulled both of them into a tight hug and just held them for a moment, memorizing their scent and the feel of their skin so I would never forget this.
“Jeong-mi, any anal experience?”
“No. Mouth is a first, anal is a first too, Master.”
Classic conservative Korean society. Men wanted it; women usually recoiled hard. Anal felt so good, though. And of course my virility trait meant I never damaged their sphincters, which made it even better.
Five minutes? I held them for a long time. Then both women’s eyes started darting around as if stray thoughts were creeping in, so I loosened my arms.
Hye-yun stared at Jeong-mi for a while, then looked up at me with a curious expression.
“Honey. There’s something I’m curious about.”
“Hm? What?”
This time the curiosity was real. No acting.
“Ghosts… can you really see them and deal with them?”
“Yeah.”
Out of nowhere, ghosts. It must have been an intense experience for Hye-yun, but the mood still deflated a little. I felt my hard cock lose strength and go soft.
Jeong-mi trembled for a second, probably remembering the past, but she steadied when I stroked her.
“…My high-school friend. She started acting weird from sophomore year. The psychiatrist only gave some vague diagnosis that it was similar to schizophrenia. They went to a shaman, but the shaman said it was too dangerous to treat.”
“What did the shaman say?”
Schizophrenia was the mental illness with auditory hallucinations, right? I thought for a second, then asked.
“She said a vicious Aegwi had attached to her. That’s why she kept hearing ‘Die, die, hang yourself’ in her ears. The souls were already so tangled it couldn’t be removed.”
An Aegwi (Hanged Ghost) is a spirit that became an evil ghost after hanging itself in suicide. In most suicide cases the soul fails to enter the spirit realm and wanders the living world. Ask for the name. I will search the Akashic Records.
Jini’s voice. A ghost that died by hanging? Just imagining it was grotesque. A neck bent at a wrong angle, or dangling limp?
“What’s her name?”
“Lee Ji-yu. She’s really pretty. She was my best friend, honey. She actually tried to kill herself, so now she’s locked in a room wearing a restraint jacket. Her mother never sent her to a psychiatric hospital because the shaman said it wouldn’t help.”
Lee Ji-yu. An Aegwi—and a vicious one at that. For twenty-seven years it has attached itself to four people, driven every one of them to suicide, and absorbed their souls.
If an Aegwi attaches, do they always commit suicide?
There are various ways to escape. A better prey appears, or one meets a high monk or an exceptional shaman. But this Aegwi is a bad case. Like Jeong-mi’s situation, it begins by mixing the souls together. Ghosts that crossed over from Japan often use these malicious methods.
“Alright. I’ll handle it safely. Sounds like the souls are mixed the same way as Jeong-mi’s, but I have the ability to protect souls too.”
Jini, if I use Soul Protection, does it cancel the effect of Chaehyang or anything like that?
No. All skills granted by the Constellation rank higher than Kim Ian’s traits. They are unaffected. You may freely cast Soul Purification or Purification on the women often, but keep your stamina in mind.
Hye-yun was just smiling, thinking I was joking. I reached out, laid my hand on her head, and cast Soul Purification.
My hand glowed pure white. The two of them just stared blankly, apparently unable to see it. Then the light around her head flared brightly and faded.
Tears welled and spilled down Hye-yun’s cheeks. Her face was pure catharsis.
“Ah!!!! Honey. This… what is this? Why… does my head feel so clear, and why do I feel so good?”
“My ability. Among seeing souls, dealing with them, and protecting them—this is the protection part.”
“Master… did you do that to me earlier?”
I nodded. She had cried even more dramatically before; the purification must have hit her harder than Hye-yun.
“Honey, what’s the cost?”
“About five percent of my stamina. The kind that recovers after a night’s sleep.”
Only then did she beam and hug me tighter. Jeong-mi, still crying, clung to me as well.
“Ji-yu… ah. Tomorrow’s our date, and from the eleventh we’re living together… what do I do?”
“Give me the address. I’ll go see her on the eleventh or twelfth. And drop the ghost talk already. We’re in the middle of sex—what is this…”
I waggled my limp cock. When I pouted theatrically she giggled and kissed my cheek.
“Hehe. I just saw Jeong-mi and suddenly thought of Ji-yu. Sorry.”
“Eh, it happens.”
I stroked them both again, then finally pulled away.
“Both of you, lie face-down side by side. We’ll start with Hye-yun’s anal.”
“Okay, honey.”
Two asses rose side by side. Hye-yun’s big thirty-five-inch rear, and on the right Jeong-mi’s even larger forty-inch ass, both jutting up round and full. Hye-yun must have given her some instruction earlier; both of them lowered their waists and pushed their hips high.
“Should I tell just the two of you one more thing?”
“Hm?”
I couldn’t keep every ability hidden forever. It felt like it would make me sick. I only needed to tell Hye-yun, but her mouth might get itchy, so I decided this would be the first and last time I lightly mentioned body modification to the two of them alone.
“I have one more special ability. Once a woman becomes mine, I can partially remodel her body.”
My virility trait already had a mild body-remodeling effect that rejuvenated a woman’s body somewhat. Of course I didn’t stop there; I gave them a little more information.
“Huh? Honey?”
“That’s an order—keep the pose.”
They had started to turn their heads; both flinched and locked the position again.
“Hye-yun, over the next year you’ll get Jeong-mi-level breasts and hips. Your height will grow to one-seventy-three. On top of that I made your pussy clamp tight like a Myeong-gi. Breast milk, slowed aging, and more…”
“Really…? I’m really becoming a Myeong-gi?”
I nodded. Hye-yun latched onto the Myeong-gi part. Earlier she had looked a little dejected when I slipped and mentioned that Hyeon-ju and Eun-hee were Myeong-gi, so she was even happier now. She would gradually process the rest later.
Originally Hye-yun was going to grow to one-seventy-three with F-cups and forty-inch hips anyway. I figured if I didn’t take credit now I would never get the chance, so I claimed it as my work. I also still didn’t know how the women’s tattoos would progress, so I needed their help.
Memories will be adjusted. Do not worry. If Kim Ian puts the target woman to sleep for about four hours during the day, the intervening memories will align themselves automatically.
Got it…
“What about me, Master?”
“Jeong-mi, you’re a Myeong-gi too for starters. You’ll gradually get younger, and your whole body will gain more elasticity. I didn’t have enough points to set the aging slowdown—that’s a bit of a shame. Breast milk will come soon as well. I’m only telling the two of you. You two will have a lot to help me with.”
“I’m really going to get younger?”
I nodded. Jeong-mi zeroed in on the getting-younger part and nothing else. And Hye-yun liked it even more when she heard it was only for the two of them.
“The shaman talk is a secret too, right?”
Smack.
I slapped Hye-yun’s ass once.
“I told you I’m not a shaman. I just see souls and deal with them.”
“Tch… same difference… no. Ian-ssi isn’t a shaman. An exorcist?”
I raised my hand again; she shook her head. I snorted at the word “exorcist” and lowered it.
“Yeah. I revealed part of the ability because of Jeong-mi, but I plan to keep it secret as much as possible. Of course, the women who become mine through this power can’t really be helped…”
Hye-yun nodded, probably thinking of Ji-yu.
“Honey, what do we need to help with?”
“We’ll figure that out gradually.”
I had already carved a small tattoo onto Hye-yun as well. Slave-rank size, exactly half the width and height—about a quarter of the usual area. Because I would never put her through a bad scene, I kept it tiny, careful so it wouldn’t show even in a swimsuit.
Later I would casually drop hints that I had tattooed the other women and wait for her to ask for one herself. Given her personality, if every other woman had a tattoo and she alone didn’t, she would demand one.
Ah… I hated myself a little for using Hye-yun’s personality like that, but a tattooed Hye-yun was something I simply could not resist.