I Love You, Jeong-mi

The novel's setting is a parallel-dimension Earth.

"Yes. Jumi's mother. What is it?"

An ordinary-looking woman. Hyeong-seop had certainly put on airs about having money — so how had mother and daughter ended up sharing that cramped little room? The question nagged at him.

"Hmm… I'll send my son-in-law down in a little while."

Son-in-law.

The word had a nice ring to it.

So did that mean he'd already taken the mother-in-law? Well — by tomorrow they'd be a married couple anyway.

"Of course."

Click.

The screen went dark. Jeong-mi hung up the receiver and headed for the kitchen. A moment later she returned with a plunger and two lightbulb boxes, set them on the living-room table, and came to him.

"Master. There are plenty of plungers in the storage room, so just leave it with them and come back. And while you're at it — rape her right there on the spot."

"That's… a bit much."

Rape.

These women were seriously dangerous.

Mother and daughter would stop at nothing when it came to his affairs.

"Master. Being taken by you is a blessing for any woman. The moment you rape her, she'll cling to you."

"…"

Chaehyang was the only real answer.

But it felt wasteful.

As Jeong-mi said, outright rape still felt like too much. If he kept meeting more women going forward, who knew — maybe he'd do it without hesitation, just as she suggested.

Like he'd eaten sweet potatoes?

Some new slang?

Imagining it, five sweet potatoes would leave anyone's chest feeling stuffed and miserable.

Huh?… You want me to use that on some ordinary middle-aged woman?

My Chaehyang? Don't tell me… eventually I'll be able to release Chaehyang at will?

He'd caught something important in Jini's words. The Chaehyang he'd been pouring out all this time was his own.

Right.

A Myeong-gi had raised his virility level before — back with Hyeon-ju.

High Elf Chaehyang?

Or maybe it wasn't elf at all — maybe incubus, or something of that nature?

Jeong-mi sank back down and took hold of his cock again. Jini had gone silent, so he rolled Jeong-mi's clit between his fingers while he thought.

"Haaah… Master. You can go down in about thirty minutes."

"Alright."

Just then Hye-yun came walking out of the kitchen, having finished her meal, putting on a fine display of cleavage as she approached.

"Hye-yun. On the fourth floor, in my clothes bag — there are some Nice shorts. Bring those, would you? And a baggy box tee."

The pants he'd worn when he took Hyeon-ju.

He pictured those shorts with the aggressive cock print. Combined with the capsule, she'd fall right over.

If heat hit her out of nowhere, the dissonance would be enormous. And if affection didn't rise, the women might later accuse him of drugging them.

"Huh? Okay."

Hye-yun ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠went into the master bedroom. Jeong-mi was working him up and down with both hands.

Thwap. Thwap!

"Haaah… haaah…"

"Jeong-mi. When you go out, stop by the hardware store up front and buy a few dog collars. Not chokers like yours. Actually — buy some of those too. For Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju. The concubines will wear chokers."

"Haaah… Yes."

She wasn't wearing her choker at the moment. Deepthroating made her neck swell, so she'd taken it off before they started.

"Honey. I'll just go buy them now myself."

"Hm? You will?"

Hye-yun spoke as she pulled on jeans and a white tee, then shrugged into a coat. He'd worried she might go out braless, but she'd put one on — a relief.

"Yeah. They need to be the kind of collars a country mutt would wear."

"…Fine. Buy whatever suits your taste. But what about the chokers?"

"I bought Jeong-mi's chokers too. She's got plenty in different colors — enough for Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju. Still, I'll check. Not sure if they're open on a Sunday, but the clothing shop downstairs sells them."

"Okay. Take your time."

Once Hye-yun came back with the purchases and the clothes, he'd head downstairs. He looked at Jeong-mi.

"Turn your body toward me."

"Haaang — yes."

The sound of Hye-yun leaving reached them.

Jeong-mi planted one foot on the sofa for support.

She looked at him. He sat up, gathered her into his arms, and stood — her arms winding around his waist, then his neck.

He gripped a waist that looked almost too slender for those hips.

Hye-yun and Jeong-mi both had narrow waists and wide hips; from behind, the inverted triangle formed a heart shape that was genuinely pleasing to look at.

But still — Deulbak.

He hoisted her and thrust up.

Thud.

"Haaaang!!!"

"Jeong-mi. Think you can manage two bitches on your own?"

"Haaang — yes."

Hye-yun was heading off to training camp, and he wasn't sure he'd even be home. First thing, he decided, was to give Jeong-mi a Penis Band.

Thud-thud-thud!

"Haaang — hahk — aaaang!! Master. Can I… haaaang!! Get pregnant too?"

He froze.

Now? If it was her ovulation day, she might already be pregnant.

"Yeah. Sure. Hyeon-ju and Eun-hee are probably pregnant already. You can have one too."

"Thank you. I wasn't hiding it. I just looked at the calendar just now…"

He turned. Circles were marked on the calendar. Most people marked their periods — she'd apparently calculated and marked her ovulation days instead.

Hye-yun's.

Fortunately the other circle was for next week. He felt a wave of relief.

Huh……

Grotesque.

Semen inducing ovulation was something he'd never heard of in his life.

And the news that at least three of his children had already been conceived filled him with a deep, swelling gratitude. He felt one step closer to the ordinary family he'd always hoped for.

Wives — when the wives themselves wanted it. Slaves — on the spot. Bitches — permanent pregnancy ban. In an instant, he had the whole family plan laid out.

"Thank you, Master. I'll give you a beautiful child, just like my sisters."

"Good."

He thrust up again. Permission to get pregnant seemed to push her straight over the edge — she locked her arms around his neck and shuddered through climax.

"Aaaang — aaaaang!!!"

He pulled his hips back hard. With a wet pop, his cock slid free.

He gripped himself, lined up against her asshole, and drove straight up.

"Haaaaaang!!!"

Jeong-mi threw her head back and howled. He thrust up again.

Thud-thud-thud.

"Haaaaang—"

A spray of love juices shot across his belly.

An enormous flood of fluid poured over him, and a moment later she was drooling tears and spit, tongue lolling, eyes gone vacant.

Ahegao?

The same face Hye-yun had once described after seeing Jeong-mi's expression — and it was deeply satisfying.

Any more and she'd break further. He pulled out.

Pop.

He carried her to the sofa and laid her down. Focus returned to her eyes, and she crawled toward him.

"Master. Let me suck you."

Hands behind her back, she crawled to him. He held out his cock; in an instant she swallowed the head and drove him deep into her throat.

Then, forehead pressed to his stomach, she shook her head and ground against him.

Her neck swelled to twice its size. Veins began to stand out.

Knowing she could hold her breath for at least five minutes, she kept him buried in her throat and worked her head on her own.

"Don't push yourself."

"Ghk — slurp — haaah… Master, the longer I hold my breath, the better it feels. The pleasure hits sharper. Slurp."

He huffed a quiet laugh and stroked her hair.

"You can use your hands."

She released the grip she'd had on her own elbows behind her back and began kneading his balls.

"Mmm…"

Slowly she began to move forward and back.

Ghk. Glk.

Strange wet sounds filled the room. Her eyes lifted to his. A cross-shaped vein was rising on her forehead.

That face no longer made him pity her — it was lovely.

Tears, then snot running freely. He watched her and stroked her hair.

"Slurp, slurp."

"I love you, Jeong-mi."

She froze.

A thin trail of fluid ran down.

The first time he'd ever said he loved her. In that moment he felt genuine affection for her, and the words had slipped out unbidden.

A woman carrying his child. Of course she was precious.

A shy, trembling smile.

Tears streaming, she smiled with pure happiness.

Objectively, the sight wasn't beautiful.

Flushed red face, ugly veins standing out.

He lowered his hands, cupped both her cheeks, and wiped her tears with his thumbs.

She let go of his balls, took him deep again, and wrapped her arms around his hips.

The urge to come rose fast.

He gave her cheek a light tap. She nodded.

Spurt — spurt.

He came straight down her esophagus. She adjusted so the head caught just inside her mouth and swallowed, gulp after gulp.

"Let's be happy together. Alright?"

A nod.

The orgasm stretched long. He felt the final pulse of semen fire.

"Slurp, slurp."

Both hands on his cock, she sucked the head clean of every last drop, then looked up at him with expectant eyes.

"What? I just came."

She shook her head no.

"Haaah. Fine. Hold on."

Piss.

It didn't come easily — but soon he felt it start to flow. She closed her eyes and savored the taste.

A full-body shiver.

When he finished, she stuck out her tongue and licked up the shaft, cleaning him as if he were some precious treasure.

Then she drew back, stood, and dropped into a deep bow.

"Master. Hhk… I love you. Thank you. For giving me a child, and for saying you love me."

He knelt in front of her and lifted her up. He opened his arms; she fell into them.

"I love you, Jeong-mi. I mean it. Getting off on you being Hye-yun's mother was real — but now I see you. As Jeong-mi."

"Hhk…. I love you, Master."

Her hot tears soaked into his chest.

Sex was a terrifying thing.

Jeong-mi was a woman who had never been hit with Chaehyang. Hyeon-ju hadn't been either, at first — until Eun-hee dragged her under with her.

He stroked the soft line of her back and waist.

She sobbed quietly against him.

Beep-beep-beep-beep.

The sound of the door-lock code being entered. Hye-yun came in.

"Honey, I'm ba— …why?"

"Yeah. I told her I loved her and Jeong-mi started crying. I'm comforting her."

"Hehe. Honey, I love you too!"

"Yeah, Hye-yun. I love you."

She set down the plastic bags in both hands, came over, and wrapped her arms around the two of them.

"Unnie. I'm sorry. I think I got pregnant today."

Bloodshot eyes lifted as Jeong-mi looked up at Hye-yun.

"Huh? Ah… it's fine. Kids are a good thing. Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju are pregnant too, right?"

"Yeah. You've got acting to do, so we'll take it slow with you."

"Okay."

Hye-yun stood, shrugged off her coat, and stripped completely naked again. She rummaged through the bags, handed him the clothes, and pulled out genuine red and black dog collars.

"Why'd you buy so many?"

"Hehe. Listening to you talk, it sounded like the bitches were going to multiply, so I bought ten for now. These two are the only colors I really liked."

The kind of design a country mutt would wear.

Crude nylon collars with chains that were still silver-bright.

"Couldn't get the chokers. Shop was closed. I'll buy them tomorrow."

"Alright."

Jeong-mi had already drifted over, picked up a collar, and was examining it — gently holding it against her own neck.

"Not for the concubines. For play, for filming — Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju will probably wear them then… but not day-to-day. They wear chokers."

"Yes…"

"What about the wives? Nothing for them?"

"Hmm… tomorrow on our date, let's get necklaces. Silver or gold?"

"Mm… silver. I like the color better."

A silver necklace. Wasn't platinum gold the one with the silver sheen?

"Then platinum."

"Okay. Thank you."

"Wait — filming? Honey. Don't tell me you're recording the sex?"

"Ah… to send to my uncle and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠uncle-in-law. I'll wear a mask when we shoot."

He hadn't mentioned the video recording. Curiosity lit her face.

"I want to too…"

"No. You're trying to be an actress. What if it leaks?"

"Tch. Then I'll wear a mask too, okay?"

A headache was coming on. He'd already tormented Hyeon-ju and Eun-hee with piercings.

"Fine. But the mask stays on. No exceptions."

"Okay."

He needed to head downstairs and wanted to wash up quickly — but Hye-yun stopped him.

"Honey. Go like that. You should smell filthy and lewd."

"Huh?"

Haaah.

At her words he took the shorts she'd brought and pulled them on. His cock immediately announced itself in a thick, obvious bulge.

"Oh my. That's way too obscene. Honey. Don't wear these outside."

"Yeah. I won't. Even inside the villa, how am I supposed to walk around in these? That's why I had you bring the box tee."

He pulled the tee on. It fell to his hips and covered his cock completely.

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Hye-yun and Jeong-mi both nodded.

He picked up the plunger and the two lightbulbs, bagged them, and stepped out through the front door.

Summon.

With his hand in his pocket he called a capsule from Subspace. A round pill-sized object settled into his palm.

Click.

The door shut behind him.

So I just crack this open, right?

A grin spread across his face.