Oh Jeong-mi
I opened the front door and stepped inside the house.
I set my bag down in the entryway. Inside it were four Penis Bands.
Thud.
Hye-yun and Jeong-mi both stared at me with startled eyes.
Hye-yun was holding a leash, and Jeong-mi was on all fours wearing a red dog collar.
Good lord.
"Honey, this is just practice. Practice. But why are you back so early?"
Hye-yun scrambled for an excuse, and I couldn't help but snort out a laugh.
I'd only been gone about thirty minutes, hadn't I? Come to think of it, I hadn't even swapped out the bathroom lights for them.
"I wasn't feeling it, so I sent them off one at a time, split a single load between them, and called it done. They'll be up soon. Take that collar off, quick."
"Yes, Master."
Jeong-mi flushed as she unfastened the dog collar. Then she picked up a black choker from beside her and fastened it around her own neck instead.
The television was still running the news.
I dropped onto the sofa, and at the mention of the other women coming upstairs, the two of them scrambled into underwear, pulled on short-sleeved shirts and shorts, and came to nestle against me on either side.
"Honey, what about the doghouse?"
"The doghouse? …Just wait for now. Once things settle a bit."
Jeong-mi nodded, went downstairs, removed two of the red collars, and started to tie the bag shut.
"There are three. Nak-jun's mom came over to hang out."
"Yes."
At that, Jeong-mi pulled out one more black collar, tied the bag closed, and set it aside.
On the television, the news had just shifted to a lottery segment. I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume.
Well, if one person really bought a hundred thousand won's worth, people would find it strange.
I'd have been the first to yell that the lottery was rigged.
And hearing something like that, I'd have been so jealous I'd have signed those petitions myself.
"Reporter Park. If a single person won all of those, how much would the prize money be?"
Hye-yun pressed tight against me, staring blankly at the screen. Even Jeong-mi was watching with wide, astonished eyes.
"Yes. If one person purchased all fifty tickets, the total winnings would come to a staggering 86.28 billion won. After applying the twenty-two percent tax rate, that leaves an astronomical 67.299 billion won…"
Wow. They even did the math for us. 67.2 billion?
An astronomical sum.
The ten slips currently sitting in my jacket were supposedly worth 67.2 billion won.
"Wow, honey. That person must be so happy."
Hye-yun shook my arm, envy shining in her eyes.
"Why? Didn't you say Jeong-mi has a lot of money?"
"Come on. Not that much. Jeong-mi, how much are you worth?"
"Including this villa complex — three buildings — plus about three billion won in financial assets. No loans. It's all Master's now."
"That's enough. What am I, some kept man? I don't need it."
Jeong-mi beamed. Hye-yun hugged me as if she'd known I'd say that, and I held them both tight.
Three billion?
A few days ago, that would have been unimaginable wealth.
I'd known Jeong-mi was rich, but hearing the actual numbers made me stare at her for a long time.
Hye-yun nodded along, and Jeong-mi suddenly sat up straighter, looking almost proud, and gave a bashful little smile.
"Why? What would you do if you had money?"
"Heehee. Build a gorgeous house with you, go on luxurious trips — that sort of thing. Jeong-mi's money is such a weird amount to touch, you know?"
I stared at Hye-yun blankly.
A weird amount?
With three billion, couldn't you do just about anything?
As a former ordinary citizen, I couldn't make sense of that logic.
"Jeong-mi, go get my jacket."
"Yes…"
There was no real need to hide this from them either.
They were my slaves, and I'd already shown them far more than this.
If anything, Jeong-mi inspired more trust with money management than Hyeon-ju or Eun-hui. And with assets like these, she clearly had the know-how.
"Hye-yun, you can just become a top actress. With the polygamy information protection law now, reporters won't be able to dig into your past."
"Come on. You think that's easy? And you said you were going to give me a tattoo."
"No I didn't. When did I ever say I'd put one on you? I said the concubines only. Be an actress. If you quit acting, I'm done with you."
Hye-yun's face lit up with emotion — but an anxious look still flickered underneath. The way she watched Jeong-mi return with the jacket, almost envious, suggested she wanted a tattoo of her own.
Eun-hui, Hyeon-ju, Jeong-mi — all of them getting marked. Maybe she felt deliberately left out, just as I'd intended.
"Fine. I'll keep acting. But even a small one, okay?"
"What, you? Swimsuit scenes, bed scenes—"
"I won't do bed scenes. So give me one too. Please?"
When I'd set the body modification parameters, I'd already lowered Hye-yun's placement enough that panties would cover it completely and made it small — but I'd been testing the waters.
Waiting for her to ask for it herself.
"No. I don't want to restrict you enough to interfere with your acting career."
"Aww, please? I won't do any exposure scenes. Promise."
"Ugh. Fine."
She laughed and clung to my arm. Whatever had her so happy, she started stroking the spots on herself where I'd once pointed out tattoo placements for Jeong-mi.
Jeong-mi stood nearby reading the room, and once the conversation paused, she held out the jacket.
"Master. Here."
"Mm. Sit down."
Jeong-mi sat beside me again.
I pulled a folded sheet of A4 paper from the inner pocket of the jacket.
Both women's eyes locked onto it. I held the paper out to Jeong-mi and handed the ten lottery slips to Hye-yun.
"Don't look yet."
They took them but kept their gazes raised, waiting.
"My maternal grandfather appeared in a dream and told me to buy a hundred thousand won's worth of lottery tickets. What Jeong-mi is holding is a list of stocks he told me to hold until 2021. Go ahead and check."
Hye-yun compared the numbers on the slips to the ones on the news, then froze in shock.
"Honey. That was you?"
I nodded.
I pointed at the TV and flipped through the slips to confirm. Jeong-mi leaned in, curious, so Hye-yun passed her the tickets and started examining the A4 sheet herself.
"Jeong-mi, coordinate with Hyeon-ju and Eun-hui and start buying the stocks."
"Yes."
She took only the stock list and slipped it into her pocket. When I handed her the A4 sheet as well, she studied it for a long time.
"Honey, then let's travel on Jeong-mi's money. Winter will be busy with OT and SAT prep. Summer."
"Sure. Let's go. Hawaii, some resort — rest up and come back."
"Okay. Heehee."
"Master. May I invest in these stocks as well?"
Jeong-mi waved the A4 sheet as she spoke.
"Sure, whatever. But it says until 2021, so they might not rise yet."
Jeong-mi shook her head.
"No. There's a powerful smell of money coming off this Apple. I only want to buy Apple."
A smell of money? Wasn't "having a nose for money" just a figure of speech?
"Huh?"
"Wow, is Jeong-mi's instinct kicking in again?"
"Yes. It's as intense as it was during the IMF crisis. From Apple."
"So you made all your fortune yourself?"
"Yes. When Hye-yun was three, my husband died and left me two hundred million. I grew it from there."
Incredible. If each villa building was valued around 1.5 billion, then with three billion in the account she had built a fortune of over seven billion — on instinct alone.
"Wow. Getting Jeong-mi was the second-best decision I've made, right after Hye-yun."
"Right? Heehee."
"Thank you, Master."
"Buy a little of every stock, but handle the rest however you like. Trust that nose of yours and you'll be a multi-hundred-billionaire in no time."
I stroked Jeong-mi's hair. She nodded, a fierce confidence radiating from her.
"Hye-yun, go get the bag from the entryway."
"Hm? Okay."
Since Jeong-mi had just run an errand, I sent Hye-yun. She came right back with the black handbag, kneading it in her hands without opening it.
She handed it to me and sat on my right again, curiosity plain on her face.
"I can't explain the details. These are called Penis Bands. Use them when you're managing the bitches."
I unzipped the bag and pulled out two of them.
◈ Implements a portion of Kim Ian's virility trait
◈ Transmits 20% of the pleasure Kim Ian provides
◈ Target never takes injury (hymen excepted)
◈ No pain is felt — 20% of pain is converted to pleasure
◈ Cannot be destroyed even inside an Awakened's genitals
A name was engraved in small letters on the rear strap of each band. I handed them the ones marked Jeong Hye-yun and Oh Jeong-mi respectively.
"This… it's exactly like yours. The glans shape, even the thickness of the urethra."
Hye-yun stroked the black penis. It was designed to be worn like panties. I'd been just as shocked when I pulled one out earlier in my room on the fourth floor.
It was far too identical to mine.
The only difference was that it stood rigid, as if permanently erect.
I pulled out the remaining two.
The information window appeared again, but the women didn't seem able to see it. Apparently only I could read item data.
The moment I willed the window closed, the text vanished.
"These transmit twenty percent of the pleasure I give. They never hurt the other person, and they convert pain into pleasure."
"Huh? Really?"
I nodded.
Their expressions were genuinely stunned. Jeong-mi started stroking hers while looking at Hye-yun, so I stopped her.
"No shoving them into Wife-rank pussies or assholes. Jeong-mi, you use yours on Eun-hui, Hyeon-ju, or the bitches coming upstairs."
"…Yes."
"Honey, what about these two?"
She looked at the Penis Bands still in my hands.
"Tell them you had them custom-made from a mold of my cock. Then give them to Eun-hui and Hyeon-ju. With these, it'll be much easier to turn the aunts, the cousin, and the mistresses who latched onto their husbands into bitches."
"Ah!! Okay."
"Jeong-mi. Confident you can handle the three bitches coming up?"
"Yes!!! I'm confident. Especially if what Master says is true — even more so."
"Honey, Jeong-mi is really well-versed in SM. Especially the lesbian side."
That tracked.
It had been the sex ghost's influence, but she'd been a woman with the twisted inclination to serve her own daughter as master.
"Master. How should I train them? If you have a preferred direction…"
"Hmm. Let's split it into Human Mode and Bitch Mode. In Bitch Mode, they genuinely think of themselves as dogs and act like dogs on their own. In Human Mode, they have sex with me. I can't exactly fuck an animal, right?"
"Ah!!! Yes. So Master truly wants to keep pet dogs."
"Yeah. Dog-fur allergy. Even if I had money and wanted a dog, I couldn't keep one. So I'm going to dote on the bitches like my own pets."
Walks indoors, tossing a rubber ball for them to fetch, commanding paw and sit — I wanted all of it.
Emotional bonding too. I couldn't pillow my head on a dog's belly out on a lawn, but I at least wanted to lie down with them in the living room.
"Honey, so when they're in Bitch Mode, we can't have sex with the bitches either?"
Hye-yun seemed to be opening her heart to same-sex play at last.
I nodded.
"I can't become some dog-fucking pervert, can I?"
"Haha. Got it. So in Bitch Mode, we really treat them like dogs — dog food, sleep in the doghouse?"
"Don't actually give them dog kibble, though… Let's see. Cook extra and mix the leftovers into their rice."
She nodded.
"Leave it to me, Master. I'll make them truly think of themselves as dogs."
Jeong-mi clenched her fist. I snorted a laugh and stroked her hair.
"When Eun-hui and Hyeon-ju get here, send the three bitches down to the first floor and train them as bitches here for just one day. Until then, I'll temporarily make you rank-one among the concubines."
"Honey, you're so generous. You're doing that so your prestige doesn't take a hit in front of the bitches, right?"
I nodded.
The hierarchy was clear, and I didn't want a slave turning into a bitch right in front of the other bitches.
Just then the front doorbell rang, and the intercom lit up.
Ding-dong.
"Looks like they're here."
"Master. When the bitches come in, I'll have them greet you, then take all three into the master bedroom. Please enjoy yourself with Unnie in Unnie's room."
"Alright."
Jeong-mi stood, picked up the three dog collars, and headed for the entryway.
"Hello, Hye-yun's mother…"
Jeong-ae's voice.
Slap!
Whoa.
She'd clearly landed a full open-palm strike. The sound carried all the way into the living room.
"Ack… Why?"
"You lot are Master's bitches, aren't you? I am Master's proud concubine. And Lady Hye-yun is Master's primary wife. Who do you think you are, casually speaking the Madam's name!!!! Close the door. All three of you — strip right there in the entryway!!! Don't want Master to fuck you senseless?!!"
"Yes!!"
The answer came, and the door shut.
Then came the sound of frantic scrambling.
Thud.
"From now on, this is your indoor attire. I'll fit you with tails gradually, so bare skin and collars only."
Jeong-mi's voice was ice-cold.
And it rang through the entire house.
One of the women was sobbing so hard she started hiccupping.
"…Yes."
Hye-yun watched the entryway with a delighted smile, clearly enjoying every second.
I snorted.
No reason to feel sorry for them, really.
They were criminals — and pets.
"Want me to give you one?"
"Heehee. Keep the daughter as your personal pet. I'll take the two mothers."
I nodded.
"Why? Did you want a pet dog too?"
"Yeah. We must be soulmates. I have dog-fur allergies — cat-fur allergies too."
Cats, huh.
I wasn't particularly fond of cats.
Thud.
Flop.
"Crawl on all fours. Who said you could walk like a person."
"Hic. Yes."
That was Ju-mi's voice.
The wet, solid sound suggested she'd been kicked in the ass.
"Is Jeong-mi normally this scary?"
"Yeah. She's scary."
Having only ever seen Jeong-mi in submission, I couldn't picture it. But her voice and actions truly had no hesitation whatsoever.
"Bitch Mode. Remember it. Until I say Human Mode, you are bitches."
"Yes!"
Slap-slap-slap!
"Aaaah!!!!"
A truly enormous sound carried through.
A wet crack — open palms coming down hard on asses.
All three of them screamed.
"I said Bitch Mode. Bitches. Dogs. How are you supposed to answer!!"
"…Hic. Woof!"
"Woof." "Woof."
After Ju-mi's woof, the other two barked as well.
"Good. Your dog names will be given by Master, so wait. You are newly adopted dogs who just arrived at our house. Keep that in mind. Think. If you were dogs, how would you behave."
"Woof."
Wow.
Then came a choking sound, and Jeong-mi strode in quickly, dragging the leashes. Behind her, three women scrambled forward on all fours.
"Master. I've brought the newly adopted pets. Please name them."
I had to name them too?
That sounded like a hassle.
Trying to invent names, nothing suitable came to mind.
"Hmm. Let's go with Poppy, Pomi, and Posuni."
I pointed to Ju-mi, Jeong-ae, and Mi-hyeon in order.
Jeong-mi sat in front of them and took Ju-mi's face in her hands.
"You're Poppy. Poppy. Got it, Poppy?"
"Woof."
Ju-mi looked at me with tears streaming down her face, pleading — but I only smiled.
Jeong-mi did the same with Pomi and Posuni, drilling the names into them.
"Human Mode now. Stand up."
"Woof… Yes!"
Ju-mi's expression was completely vacant.
The other two wore the same look.
"When I sit beside Master, each of you will state your real name and dog name and declare that you are Kim Ian's bitch. Then you'll do the same — declare that you are Jeong Hye-yun's bitch, then Oh Jeong-mi's bitch. Understood!!!"
"Yes!!!"
Thoroughly cowed, they answered without even meeting Jeong-mi's eyes.
Jeong-ae's cheek was swollen bright red. She'd clearly been hit hard.
Jeong-mi sat to my left again. The three approached, lined up, and bowed.
"I, Park Ju-mi — Poppy — am Kim Ian's bitch."
"I, Lee Jeong-ae (Kim Mi-hyeon) — Pomi (Posuni) — am Kim Ian's bitch."
"Good."
They bowed twice more, declaring themselves Hye-yun's bitches and Jeong-mi's bitches in turn.
"Master. Then I'll take them and begin training."
"Mm."
"Bitch Mode. Eyes down."
"Woof."
All three were trembling on their hands and knees.
Jeong-mi smiled in satisfaction, then stripped her clothes off again. In an instant she was naked, and she pulled the Penis Band on like a pair of panties.
She tightened the side straps until it fit snugly.
"Turn around. Jeong-mi."
"Yes."
Facing her head-on, I saw that her pussy was left open while the penis rested against her clitoris.
"Your clit?"
"Haaah. Yes, Master. My clitoris got erect on its own and slipped right into the groove on the band. It's strange."
Holy shit. Each band has a separate name engraved — they're custom-fitted?
The strap at the waist was engraved with Oh Jeong-mi.
I examined the band again.
A nineteen-centimeter cock stood there, its presence formidable.
"Honey, so it's designed so she feels it herself while using it."
"Apparently. Jeong-mi, go train them."
"Yes."
"Poppy. You're my personal pet, so I'll see you after training."
"Hic — woof!!!"
She'd been crying, but at the words "personal pet" she barked with a smile through her tears.
"Pomi and Posuni are my pets too. You two train hard!"
"Woof."
Jeong-mi dropped back to all fours, gathered the three leashes, and pulled. The women crawled after her without resistance.
"Honey, we should buy tails too, right? And knee pads?"
"…Sure. Do whatever you want."
"Is it okay if all three are golden retrievers? I like retrievers the most."
I nodded.
To some extent, she and I seemed to feel the same way.
The joy of getting pet dogs.
In that moment, I couldn't help but flinch.
Was I really this cruel a person?
If not — why was I accepting this situation so easily?
Mental Protection?