The Gift of Bitches

12:13

"Yeah. Mi-yeon. I can't make the graduation ceremony because of the training camp. Yeah. I'll call the teacher myself. Okay. Let's meet after the orientation on the 21st. Yeah."

The dining ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠table.

The side dishes from breakfast had been reheated.

Hye-yun was on the phone with her classmate Mi-yeon.

Graduation ceremony, huh...

Our school had one on the 14th as well.

But I had no intention of going.

Even if I did, there was no one there who would welcome me.

Slurp, slurp.

I stroked Jeong-mi's head as she performed fellatio between my legs, the loneliness of it all settling over me. I had reached the point where eating a meal without someone sucking my cock felt awkward. The moment food appeared, they would competitively crawl between my legs and start sucking.

At first I had thought of it as a novel kind of play, but now it seemed to have become routine.

"Honey. Why aren't you eating? Tsk. You can't even eat unless I feed you while we talk, can you?"

"Yeah. I was waiting for you. Ah!"

Hye-yun had already finished her call and was now placing bulgogi atop a spoonful of rice and feeding it into my mouth.

"Aren't you going to the graduation ceremony?"

I chewed... and swallowed in a hurry.

"Yeah. I don't have any good memories from high school. I'm not going."

A look of pity crossed her face.

It grated on me a little, but I could feel Hye-yun's sincerity, so I held back.

"Hmm... Still, wouldn't it be better to go? You said you were going to get revenge ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠on the people who bullied you..."

"Mm... Should I? But those bastards aren't coming to the ceremony anyway. Three of them are in juvenile detention, and the last one is A-jeong's younger brother—he's on a family trip until the 18th."

Plenty of people skipped graduation for sure.

Even last year's seniors had only about half show up for theirs.

"Why. You said you were going to fuck the second-year homeroom teacher and the art teacher."

"Huh? Hold on..."

I had said all sorts of things.

In the heat of sex earlier I must have spilled a lot of nonsense to Hye-yun.

I had told her I would fuck the women I planned to take revenge on as bitches and assign them to her, so she could raise them like pets.

I was seriously blaming myself and fretting when Hye-yun cupped both my cheeks and gazed steadily into my eyes.

"Why. I'm turned on. Let's buy a big doghouse and put it in the living room. We'll put collars on the bitches who bullied you—or their mothers—and make them eat dog food right here. Okay?"

Hye-yun seemed to treat my affairs as if they were her own.

The rage visible in her eyes snapped me back to my senses.

Was Hye-yun being corrupted? Or did she simply love me too much?

The thought that I had transferred my own emotions onto her left a bitter taste.

Slurp, slurp. Gulp.

Stroke, stroke.

My right hand kept stroking Jeong-mi's head while the hand that had been cupping her cheek rose to cup Hye-yun's in return.

By the way, Jeong-mi seemed to have been holding her breath for over three minutes now.

Worried about her first, I looked down at Jeong-mi.

"Jeong-mi. Are you okay? Can you breathe?"

"Cough... Haa, haa. Yes. The longer I hold my breath, the stranger the pleasure gets. It's already been five minutes."

She was looking at the watch on my wrist.

"Huh? Hey. Don't go past five minutes. Got it?"

"Yes."

Five minutes.

Was that even possible?

Ah...

Insane.

Was that even possible? Did she breathe through her skin like an amphibian or something?

Hye-yun cupped my cheeks again, cutting the thought short.

I gave Jeong-mi's cheek a light tap, and she took my cock back into her mouth.

"Slurp."

I looked away from Jeong-mi and back at Hye-yun.

"Honey. Just go. What's there to be ashamed of? You've got a beautiful wife like me, and Jeong-mi has plenty of money—there's no reason to feel small."

"Should I? Well... I do need to deal with those two teacher bitches anyway."

"Right. Except for me, you always have to stand tall in front of other women. Got it?"

I nodded.

In the few days since gaining these abilities, my personality had been changing too.

I wondered if I was starting to think too lightly of turning women into slaves and using them.

With Hye-yun's support as well, there was no more reason to hesitate.

"What about you not being able to go to your graduation?"

"It's fine. My two closest friends are in the training camp with me this time, and only Mi-yeon is left. We can just meet separately."

I nodded.

A training camp just for the female freshmen.

The sudden thought struck me that if I only had a transformation ability, I would have wanted to join them.

Clones plus transformation!

I was already using such absurd powers that I often found myself wishing for this or that extra ability.

"Honey. After the training camp ends, the gift I want is at least two bitches. Got it?"

"Huh?... I'll try."

Hye-yun telling me to make two bitches within a week.

I wondered if the timing would work, but then I remembered the Absolute Obedience Contract and nodded.

Chaehyang was too precious to waste on women like that anyway.

Besides, Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui had said they would start working on Na-jeong and Na-yeong first, so maybe those two could tame the women in a single week.

I had already told them that for bitches they could buy a Penis Band from an adult shop and use that.

"Once a woman sleeps with you even once, she'll eat dog food in a doghouse if you tell her to. Any woman. Right, Jeong-mi?"

"Gulp.... Yes. Unnie. If Master promises to fuck me even once a month—no, once a quarter—I'd do it too."

Jeong-mi answered while still sucking my cock. I stroked her head at the praiseworthy words, and she took the glans back into her mouth and swallowed it deep into her throat.

I had all sorts of broken abilities, but the stamina trait might have been the most broken of all.

At least for women.

It inflicted no injury and converted pain into pleasure. On top of that, because it was a super-sized cock, even a stone woman would feel the pain and then collapse into pleasure.

"Honey. But do you have a way to get those teacher bitches?"

"Yeah. I'm going to blackmail them with the recordings."

At some point I had started carrying a small voice pen around, recording conversations so I could socially bury them later.

The conversations where the second-year homeroom teacher and the art teacher had belittled and sneered at me were piled up on my computer and in my email.

If I filed a complaint with the Ministry of Education and reported it to the police, they would come running immediately.

"What about the friends' mothers?"

"Hmm. That's harder. Three of them broke into a house last summer vacation, tried to rob it, and got sent to juvenile detention. Recordings of them bullying a friend wouldn't be much use. And that guy Hyeong-cheol... his older sister is going to become your younger sister-in-law. Rank 2 wife..."

"Ah!! Really? Do you have a photo?"

I nodded.

I had a few photos taken with A-jeong at the playground. The problem was that they were on the fourth floor, so I would have to go get them.

"They're in the album on the fourth floor."

"Jeong-mi. If you go to my room there are my albums. Bring them."

"Gulp. Yes. Unnie."

"Huh? Why my albums?"

Hye-yun smiled wickedly.

After Jeong-mi slipped out from under the table, Hye-yun crawled under, grabbed my already hard cock again, and stroked it up and down.

"Hehe. I wanted to know more about you. I brought all the albums."

"Fine. Whatever. You're going to be my wife starting tomorrow anyway. But I'm about to cum. You can't eat Jeong-mi's meal."

Jeong-mi had licked clean Hye-yun's anus, pussy, and all the semen she herself had spilled. She had said her stomach was full so she would skip lunch, and instead asked for one load of semen and one of piss.

I had been worried, but then Jini's voice had spoken.

"Tch."

Hye-yun sat back in her chair, scooped up rice, topped it with kimchi, and fed it into my mouth. Beside us, Jeong-mi—who had been fretting while watching Hye-yun hold my cock—looked relieved, walked over, handed the albums to Hye-yun, and then quickly crawled back between my legs.

"That blue album has the recent photos."

Hye-yun set the remaining albums on the side shelf and handed me the blue one.

Photos from my first year of high school onward.

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I had not taken many pictures, so after turning just one page A-jeong's photo appeared. We had taken turns photographing each other on the spring riders, so it was a shame there were no photos of us together.

"This is her? Wow. She's pretty."

"You're prettier. Honestly, you wouldn't lose even compared to Go Hye-rim."

Hye-yun's expression turned pleased.

When I brought up Go Hye-rim, Korea's top actress, the corners of her mouth twitched even more.

A-jeong was pretty, that was true.

But she could not match Hye-yun. Of course that was my subjective opinion.

"Ahem. No. Honey. This one is pretty too."

Tap, tap.

The urge to cum rose, so I lightly tapped Jeong-mi's cheek; I felt her take only the glans into her mouth and wait.

Spurt, spurt.

Gulp, gulp.

"Mm... Is that so? Looks like A-jeong will allow polygamy too. She's a senior from school as well."

"Ah. That's a relief. At least there's one person I know at school."

Then, flipping through the album, she found the second-year school trip group photo and pointed at Teacher Lee Yun-hui.

"This bitch?"

"Yeah. Lee Yun-hui. She sneered that I had no parents so I didn't give bribes, and she only bullied me. Right in front of the whole class she called me an orphan out loud. 'What good is it if an orphan is first in the class.' I still can't forget that day."

"What!!! She said that too? Crazy..."

Tap, tap.

I signaled Jeong-mi that I was finished cumming and about to piss; I felt her tighten her lips.

Ssshhh.

Hye-yun's face had gone red. Her neck and even her chest were flushing—she looked thoroughly furious.

"And from the next final exams onward she colluded with her close friend, Art Teacher Kim Ji-yeon, and messed with my math performance assessment and art practical scores. That's why I couldn't even apply early to Korea University in the first semester of third year. My math and art scores in second year were in the 80s."

Strangely, my math performance assessment score had been low in second year. I had clearly submitted it, but the teacher claimed she never received it, so what could I do? Fortunately I had recorded their conspiracy. I had hidden the voice pen in the art room before lunch, and their exact plot was recorded there.

They had probably been trying to make Yu-ra, who was class president at the time, into first place. Yu-ra's mother had visited especially often. Of course I held no grudge against the girl herself. She had been kind.

"Honey, I want those bitches as my gift."

"Master. Please hand them over to me. I'll buy a cane and discipline them."

I snorted.

I still thought it was too much for Hye-yun. But the thought that experience was needed to manage slaves as well made me decide to give them to her.

"I'll give Jeong-mi my cousin sisters. Those bitches ignored me every holiday just the same."

Giving the aunts to Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui, and the teachers to Hye-yun, seemed perfect.

But would these girls be able to manage the slaves?

Holy...

Insane.

Penis Bands?

I would have to tell them never to put them into a wife-rank pussy. No matter that they were molded from my cock.

Imagining Eun-hui, Hyeon-ju, and Jeong-mi using them on each other was fine, but the thought of someone putting a Penis Band into Hye-yun brought a wave of displeasure.

The fact that I felt this way meant that somewhere along the line I had already accepted the division of ranks into wife and slave.

"Yes. Master. Once I receive those bitches I will discipline them harshly."

"Honey. Thank you. Can I look forward to the 18th? Doghouses in the living room, bitches wearing dog collars."

"...Yeah."

Was she really going to treat them like dogs?

Judging by her expression, it did not seem like a joke.

"No outdoor walks. You know that, right?"

"Yeah. Got it. Instead, those bitches are banned from underwear. Even when going out."

Whoa.

Teaching kids at school with no panties ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and no bra?

I could already picture those soon-to-be-fired women.

"Fine. Whatever. They're yours, so do as you like with that."

If we brought bitches in, I would not need to manage them myself.

I would just distribute them among the women, and they would manage them on their own with the bands the Constellation had given. I planned to fuck them only once a month or every two months and then wash my hands of it.

"But honey. Should we treat Eun-hui and Hyeon-ju like bitches for just today? You said they ignored you too."

Loose lips.

I had only recently realized that I was rather free with my mouth as well.

Even though they were under the Absolute Obedience Contract, I still spilled secrets. Caught up in the mental pleasure of the mother-daughter sandwich, I had roughly talked about Eun-hui and Hyeon-ju too, and she had not missed it.

"Fine. Do that as you like too. A wife can sexually do whatever she wants with the concubines! Let's make that House Rule Number 2 of Kim Ian."

"Huh? Hahaha. Then what's Number 1?"

"Love only Kim Ian. That's Number 1."

"Yeah. Okay."

House rules.

Hye-yun delighting in the words I had thrown out as a joke made me happy. She had immediately caught that I could not treat Eun-hui and Hyeon-ju harshly. I had said I thought of them like older sisters, so I was grateful that Hye-yun was stepping in for me.

I was the carrot, Hye-yun the whip.

It felt like an ideal training method, and I was satisfied.

I had already eaten three meals that morning alone, so half a bowl of rice still remained, but I felt too full to eat more. The rice was still about half left, yet Hye-yun seemed unable to eat properly, so I stood up.

"You finish eating and come out. Jeong-mi, once I lie on the sofa, climb on."

"Okay, honey."

"Yes, Master."

After watching Hye-yun scoop rice, I took two two-liter water bottles from the fridge and went out to the living room. Jeong-mi trailed after me.

I gulped down water, set the bottles aside, and sprawled on the sofa.

I stopped Jeong-mi as she tried to climb onto my hips.

"Ride sideways. While we watch TV."

"Yes."

She faced a right angle to me as I lay on the sofa, gripped my cock, inserted it into her pussy, and settled down.

Because her feet braced against the solid living-room floor, Jeong-mi's movements felt far more stable.

"Haaang!!"

Squeeze.

Her pussy pressure really does get stronger the more semen I inject. They said semen is remodeling energy...

I could feel her pussy pressure had risen almost to Hye-yun's level.

She placed her hands on my thighs and stomach and began slowly rotating her massive hips.

"Ha-eung."

I stretched out a hand, grabbed the remote, and turned on the TV. Because it was Sunday noon, cartoons were airing, but I changed the channel.

"Jeong-mi. You didn't get cable?"

Squelch, squelch.

"Haang.. Yes. Because Unnie is a high-school senior..."

Only five channels. Including AFKN, six or seven at most, so there was nothing particularly worth watching. I just left it on a channel that was running the news and stared blankly at it.

Ding-dong.

At that moment the intercom on the living-room wall lit up, and a familiar ajumma appeared on the screen.

I sat bolt upright and pulled Jeong-mi into my arms.

"That woman... who is she?"

Jeong-mi glanced at my expression once and stopped moving.

"Ha-eung. She's the mother of a student who lives in 104. The daughter has lived there since February of the year before last, and the mother and daughter have lived together since around last autumn. After the divorce. But why?"

"Crazy. That ajumma is the mother of one of the three who went to juvenile detention. Wow..."

Too much of a coincidence.

Of all places, Park Hyeong-seop's older sister and mother lived in 104?

Including Hyeong-cheol's mother, the four mothers had been called to the teachers' office so often since first year of high school that their faces were familiar. I had not known whose mother she was, but if she had a daughter, she was Park Hyeong-seop's mother.

Ding-dong.

The intercom rang again.

"Go. Hye-yun, if you do well you might get one bitch before you leave for training camp."

"Chew? Huh?"

Hye-yun's expression as she turned while eating.

Her cheeks were puffed out and she looked puzzled—it was far too cute.

Jeong-mi's expression sharpened. She put on the living-room T-shirt and picked up the intercom.