Side Story 2: Lee Seung-woo

"You dog-shit bitch. You said you'd marry me once you got divorced…"

The album.

Still clinging to the last scraps of attachment, he knocked back another drink and flipped through the photo album thick with memories of her. Eun-hui's own album was gone — she'd taken it with her — and there was no way to get it back.

Kang Ae-ri.

She'd been a student at the college re-take academy where he'd taught, back in '99. She'd looked poor, pitiful enough that he'd bought her meals and handed her workbooks. The following year she'd gotten into Ikkot Women's University and called to thank him.

"Teacher. Thanks to you, I got a scholarship."

"Is that right? Congratulations."

They'd started seeing each other. One night, after too much to drink, he'd slept with her — and then he'd gone and promised to take her as his second wife. Back then the family still had money. As long as you didn't take a third wife, you didn't even need a formal deposit. He was flush with confidence that he could easily keep two women.

Then came Eun-hui's divorce notice.

He'd been braced for it, more or less.

But in mid-February the National Tax Service had torn through the house, and the family had collapsed overnight. His father's tax evasion was laid bare; every hidden asset was tracked down. His father died of rage-sickness, and his mother vanished with whatever scraps of money remained.

He and his siblings paid out every last won in gift taxes and inheritance taxes. With the property Eun-hui had taken on top of that, he was left little better than a beggar.

He'd felt Ae-ri shift around then — just a little.

Still, he was a well-paid academy lecturer with decent income, and he'd promised her marriage… until around May, when she called to break it off.

"I'll make money fast. I pull at least five million a month. I'll take private tutoring gigs too. Come on, don't do this."

"Teacher. Money? Sure, money's nice. But… I've found something better. And you'll understand soon enough why I wanted to end it."

That was the last call. After that she was unreachable. She'd taken a leave of absence that semester to prepare for the wedding, so there was no way to find her at school either.

Blank.

In the span of three months, both his legal wife and his mistress had vanished, and he was left penniless and pathetic. That was when the drinking started. A ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠week ago he'd shown up to class drunk, gotten caught, and been fired from the academy.

His one-room apartment was buried in empty bottles.

Ding-dong.

Knock, knock.

"Huh?"

He hadn't ordered anything. He steadied his reeling body, made it to the front door, and opened it. The courier handed over a box and left. Seung-woo dropped back onto the bed and stared at the package.

"Kang Ae-ri?"

Sender: Kang Ae-ri.

He tore the box open in a frenzy. Inside, two videotapes sat waiting for him, absurdly ordinary.

"What?"

His hands began to shake. Bitch. Submission. The words dragged up half-remembered images from the porn and dirty stories he'd occasionally watched — S&M, collars, the whole thing.

He couldn't tell whether the trembling came from the alcohol or from pure rage.

"Eun-hui and Ae-ri? Don't tell me…"

Whatever affection he'd still held for Eun-hui had long since curdled, so he set her tape aside. He slotted Kang Ae-ri's cassette into the all-in-one TV, propped himself against the headboard, and stared blankly at the screen.

The screen was split in two.

On the left, the camera framed Eun-hui from the waist up as she sat in a chair with her legs crossed. On the right, Kang Ae-ri was on all fours on the floor.

Above Ae-ri's tailbone, a tattoo in English read John's Sex Slave.

"A dog's tail?"

Something that looked like a retriever's tail was plugged into Ae-ri's ass. Head bowed, she was licking her way up Eun-hui's foot.

"Human Mode. Bok-sun. Are you happy?"

"Yes!!! Master. I'm so happy. Especially the moment Big Master fucks me — that's the best."

Big… Master?

Eun-hui gave a soft little laugh, and her chest swayed with it.

But Eun-hui had somehow grown younger — early-to-mid twenties, at a glance — and her body looked flawless, as if something impossible had been done to it. Firm breasts, pink areolae, and a pair that had to be at least a D-cup.

Eun-hui stood, took hold of the leash dangling from Ae-ri's neck, and pulled. The camera tracked down her lower body — and there it was. A Penis Band. Just above it, a faint tattoo reading John's Slave.

"No way…"

"What is this, Bok-sun? Can you look at the camera and tell us?"

Eun-hui pointed at the black, dildo-like thing strapped to her hips.

"Hhk— yes, Master. It's a sacred relic modeled after Big Master's cock when it isn't hard. Big Master bestowed it on Master, and it's also a treasure that always makes me feel so good. Just looking at Master's treasure turns me into a dripping wet dog-pervert!!!"

Twenty centimeters — and that was supposed to be soft? Could it be that Ian bastard? But then the name John didn't make any sense.

He remembered the cock he'd seen on that kid at the bathhouse last year. It looked similar. Come to think of it…

Eun-hui patted the bed. Ae-ri crawled up on all fours and presented her ass. Eun-hui took hold of the tail and drew it out slowly.

Pop.

The anus fluttered open. Eun-hui spat into it.

"Today Master is going to eat Bok-sun's lower mouth, so I'll take this hole for myself. Sound ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠good?"

"Yes!! Master, I'm so happy. Both holes are going to get opened up."

"Mal-sun, you're dripping too — why do you want this thing inside you?"

"Yes… Master."

"You fix the camera and get down next to Bok-sun."

"Yes… thank you."

The camera that had been holding on Eun-hui shifted and locked into place. A naked woman appeared — only her back at first, then she turned once to look at the lens before dropping onto all fours beside Ae-ri.

"Big Auntie…?"

He went rock-hard. She was the wife of Eun-hui's eldest brother. She'd divorced around the end of February and disappeared — and now she was Eun-hui's slave?

"Na-jung isn't my slave, so ask Jeong-mi to fuck her later."

"Yes."

The camera that had been on Ae-ri bobbed up and down.

Jo Na-jung? Aunt Mal-ja's daughter?

This was insane. What the hell had happened to Eun-hui?

His cock was so hard it hurt. He shoved his pants down. Even the precum-soaked underwear came off, revealing a thin eleven-centimeter dick that looked like it wouldn't even reach half the length of that Penis Band.

"Hmm. Both of you are taking care of your piercings properly?"

"Yes!!!"

The camera in Na-jung's hands moved in close, alternating between the two women's cunts.

A golden needle pierced through each clitoris, a jewel dangling from the chain below. On each outer labia, two small gold rings hung on either side.

Compared to Mal-ja's dark, flushed cunt, Ae-ri's pink one was clearly the prettier of the two. And they'd done that to it.

"Crazy… Ae-ri. Why are you like this? Goddamn it…"

"Mal-ja, why don't you tell us about this sacred relic? About what it can do."

Eun-hui gripped the dildo in one hand and gently stroked Auntie's ass with the other.

"Yes, Master. Master's sacred relic only delivers about twenty percent of what Big Master's cock feels like — but it still gives ten, twenty times the pleasure my husband ever did!!!"

Eun-hui nodded and touched Ae-ri's ass.

"Yes!!! It doesn't even compare to any man I've been with. It gives at least twenty times the pleasure!!!"

Any man she'd been with — that meant him. An unnameable sense of defeat crushed down on him. The sheer humiliation of losing to a lump of plastic was almost more than he could bear.

"Hmm. Still not enough. When Unnie Hyeon-ju fucks me I come hard, but that guy I was with — other than Master — was a one-minute wonder who never even got me close."

The insults barely registered. Park Hyeon-ju. That name had just come up.

Park Hyeon-ju.

So his youngest brother-in-law's aunt was here too. Come to think ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of it, the second aunt had vanished around the same time.

What in God's name had happened in that family?

"Really?"

"Mm. Unnie Hyeon-ju said the same thing. She never felt a scrap of pleasure from her ex-husband, but the second I put it in she comes. You two like this cock too, don't you?"

Both women twisted around to look back and nodded like mad. Ae-ri's face filled the frame — flushed, eyes glittering.

Big eyes without double lids. A wide mouth and a mole on her nose. It was Ae-ri. Better-than-average looks, a clean, open body.

Eun-hui took hold of the black imitation cock and moved in on Ae-ri. The camera closed on Ae-ri's cunt. The thick bush was gone, shaved clean, and magic-marker writing had taken its place.

Eun-hui's Private Cunt.

Eun-hui's Cum Catcher.

Eun-hui's Personal Toilet.

"Crazy… she's lost her mind. Jo Eun-hui, you dog-shit bitch."

He spat the words, but they never reached the screen. Eun-hui looked straight into the camera Na-jung was holding.

"Hey!!!"

That mocking expression. One-minute wonder. The look of hollow disappointment she used to wear kept overlaying itself on the screen. With Ae-ri he'd lasted more than twenty minutes, but with Eun-hui he could barely hold on for one. Even his senior brother-in-law Myeong-hak had confessed the same thing.

That massive glans.

He still couldn't believe something that size was a soft cock — and it pushed into Ae-ri's slightly parted, fluttering asshole.

Shlick.

"Haaang!! Master. It feels so good!!!"

"Does it?"

Eun-hui gripped Ae-ri's hips and drove it in deep. Ruthlessly. And still Ae-ri didn't look like she was in pain — she just drooled slick down her thighs and screamed.

"Haaaaang!!"

"Um… Master. You're going to put it in my cunt today, right?"

Mal-ja's voice.

Eun-hui nodded.

"In a bit, when Master comes to eat Ae-ri's cunt, you and I will go to the next room."

"Yes, Master."

Thud-thud-thud-thud.

Eun-hui's breasts shook. So did Ae-ri's, face-down on the bed — and in the close-up, golden needles were driven through her nipples too, green jewels dangling from them. She'd even pierced her navel.

"There too?"

Anklets, bracelets, a choker — none of it looked cheap. She really had become a slave. The face Ae-ri made when the pleasure hit her was one she had never once shown him, and the self-loathing came flooding in.

Beaten by a fake cock?

Without thinking he started stroking himself to the sight of Ae-ri getting fucked by Eun-hui — and the moment Eun-hui smirked, he came.

"Hhk… ugh… goddamn it!!!!"

"Haaaaaang!!! Master, I'm coming!!!"

Slap.

"Does Bok-sun like it?"

"Yes… Master."

Eun-hui smacked Ae-ri's trembling ass once and pulled out.

"Na-jung, go tell Master to come in. Mal-ja, back to Bitch Mode. You're coming to the next room with me."

"Woof!!!"

Pop.

Eun-hui pulled free the last of the glans that had still been caught inside, took Mal-ja's leash, and left the room. The fixed camera held on Ae-ri alone, shuddering through the aftershocks of her climax.

Na-jung's camera moved again. On screen, a Black man roughly six feet tall appeared with a broad grin.

"Seung-woo? Watch good. Now Eun-hui an' Ae-ri are John Johnson's bitches, so you jus' sit there an' jerk it."

The Black man spoke in clumsy Korean, yet somehow every word sank straight into Seung-woo's ears.

"Ae-ri. Submission declaration."

"Submission declaration!!"

Still trembling from her orgasm, Ae-ri scrambled up, turned, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bowed toward John. Piercings ran through both of her breasts, her navel, and her clitoris — and above her cunt, a heart-shaped red tattoo had been carved in.

"Even a Crotch Tattoo…?"

Ae-ri finished her bow, pressed her forehead to the floor, and cried out:

"I, Kang Ae-ri, am John Johnson's sex slave. Please accept me."

The Black man lifted one leg. A pale sole came into view; he planted it on Ae-ri's head, ground down, then lifted the other foot and did the same. Ae-ri called out her thanks.

"Thank you, Master."

Hands behind her back, Ae-ri raised her upper body and crawled forward on her knees until she reached John's cock and kissed the head. John answered by tapping her forehead twice with his dick.

Smack. Smack.

"Thank you, Sub-Master."

"Mouth-cunt or lower-cunt. Pick one. Special privilege, since it's Submission Declaration day."

"…Lower cunt, Master."

John spread his arms wide. Ae-ri lit up with a brilliant smile and threw herself into his embrace. In an instant her legs locked around his waist; her hands dropped to work his hanging cock, and Seung-woo watched the weapon swell into a monster.

"Thirty? Fuck. Even for a Black guy, is that even possible?"

Ae-ri lined the fully hard cock up with her cunt and sank down onto it.

"Haaaaang!!!"

The alcohol seemed to burn off all at once. He yanked open the mini-fridge, pulled out a bottle of soju, cracked it, and drained the whole thing in one go.

"God… damn…"

In that instant, a pain tore through his chest.

Agony beyond measure. Drunk. Mentally shattered. He couldn't even reach for his phone. He collapsed onto the bed, consciousness slipping, and still he stared at the Black man's face as the man fucked Ae-ri.

"You… son of a… bitch…"

If I'd found him, I would have killed him…

Thud.

Click.

The moment someone entered, the videotapes in the room vanished, and the TV switched over to a variety show.

— Hahahaha —

"Brother-in-law?"

A voice. Almost painfully welcome. Through the pain he stretched out a hand.

"Stay with me!!!!"

As he lost consciousness he felt Myeong-hak's hands bearing down on his chest, compressing.

"Hello, is this 911?"