The Widow of Bingzhou
Guided by Linlin, I stepped into the reception room. A long table stretched the length of the chamber like something out of a council hall.
And there she stood—one person waiting.
She possessed a unique trait.
Li Guang's Bow — Level 5
My maternal grandmother, Lee Jin, born in the year 135.
The Soul Eyes scan came back clean. I had expected this ancient era to be crawling with yokai and ghosts, yet so far I had only walked well-kept neighborhoods and never once crossed paths with such things.
Well, I did run into a Taoist. One of their main duties is supposed to be hunting yokai… so real ones must exist somewhere, right?
I shook off the idle thought and studied Lee Jin’s appearance again.
A true gentry lady. Compared to common folk she was clearly well cared for, and the grandmother standing before me looked breathtakingly beautiful.
She had given birth to Wang Yeon at fifteen; that same year her husband died. For decades now she had lived as a chaste young widow.
Her eyes were thick with lust. The moment she took in my sturdy frame she could not keep still—her body kept shifting restlessly.
So ancient heroes die and leave unique traits behind like this. No wonder it isn’t strange for Wang Yeon to carry the Divine Archer.
I expected something like Huo Qubing’s Bow to be attached to Hahu Yeon or Hwang Chung. The West had its own legendary archers too; some of them might carry those traits instead.
Hair piled neatly high. A crimson topknot crown. A golden hairpin.
Dressed in formal red robes, she looked to be in her early thirties. She conversed with Wang Yeon while constantly stealing glances at me.
I had not even used Chaehyang.
Wang Yeon and Jia Xu, already in the room, had both noticed her state and were shooting me meaningful looks.
“So, Yeon. You plan to settle in Xiangyang?”
“Yes, Mother. And I have a confession to make.”
Wang Yeon turned her head just enough for only me to see and winked. I nodded. She lowered her face and pretended to force the words out with great difficulty.
“Mother… I… I have already shared a bed with An. So when we go to Xiangyang I will change my name and live as An’s concubine.”
“What?!”
The chair scraped loudly as Lee Jin shot to her feet. It toppled over behind her. She kept looking back and forth between Wang Yeon and me.
“You said that body of his has already changed. Don’t you dare lie to your mother—”
Fair enough. Accepting that someone had slept with a five-year-old was a stretch by any normal standard.
“Mother. Even in that child’s body, Husband possesses a member two-thirds of a chi long.”
(Fifteen centimeters. One Han chi equaled twenty-three centimeters.)
“What?”
I nodded, then dropped to my knees and poured every ounce of my Acting trait into the performance.
“Grandmother, I am so sorry. This unworthy grandson could not master his lust and forced himself upon Mother. While nursing I… I just…”
Lee Jin rushed forward and pulled me into her arms.
“You… Master Hua Tuo did say your desires would be extraordinary. Aigoo, my boy. What am I to do with you?”
She patted my back. I wrapped my arms around her and let the tears flow. These days the moment I decided to cry, the tears came on command—an extra gift of the Acting trait.
“Hic… Grandmother…”
“There, there, my child. It’s all right. Yeon, once you reach Xiangyang, send a letter. Tell me the new name and I will claim to be your stepmother.”
She tried to help me stand. My current height was so great that she ended up nestled completely against me instead. My cock began to stiffen, slow and steady.
She felt it press against her belly yet did not pull away. She only hugged me tighter.
“An-ah… don’t tell me this is because of me?”
“Hic… I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It’s… because Grandmother is far too beautiful.”
“I am beautiful?”
Even in Bingzhou, where tastes similar to Zhao Feiyan’s were common, high status had apparently been a problem. The hunger for love in her eyes was plain to see.
“Yes. Truly… both Mother and Grandmother are exactly my type. Absolute peerless beauties, just like Zhao Feiyan.”
Her eyes shone with emotion. Lee Jin hesitated for a moment, then rested her cheek against my chest while I held her close.
“Th-then… can you accept me as well?”
“Pardon?”
Surprise flickered across my face. Anxiety immediately filled her eyes—an almost desperate plea to be taken in. I smiled and nodded quickly.
“Of course. A beauty of Grandmother’s caliber… I should be the one on my knees begging.”
“Y-Yeon. Will you accept your mother?”
Wang Yeon stepped forward and embraced Lee Jin.
“Mother. You must keep Husband’s rules. You will be a concubine. I am the First Concubine. So what should you do?”
“Th-then… call me the way Jang Hwa and Jang Mi-ran call their older sister?”
“That’s right, Jin-ah. Let us serve our Husband well together.”
“Yes, Elder Sister.”
“Ahem. Sorting out the Wang clan of Jixian will take at least a week. I will step outside and begin surveying the Wang estate. My lord, meeting Zuo Ci was truly fortunate. We have gained so much time… hohoho.”
Jia Xu, who had remained quiet until now, cleared her throat and excused herself.
“Good work, Wenhua.”
She flushed scarlet and withdrew.
Lee Jin watched my expression carefully. When she saw the genuine smile spreading across my face, relief washed over her.
Wang Yun’s brothers had already moved the main household to Luoyang. Only Lee Jin remained at this Jixian manor, quietly overseeing her late son-in-law’s merchant company and passing the lonely days. If she followed her only daughter now, the Wang estate would stand empty.
Persuading Grandmother to come with us to Jing Province had been the original plan. Things had gone even better than expected—now I could use this entire manor as a bargaining chip with Wang Yun.
“Jin-ah. You must show Husband your bare body.”
“Th-that… yes.”
“Jin-ah. Repeat after Elder Sister. I, Lee Jin, am Lee Ian’s slave.”
“I, Lee Jin, am Lee Ian’s slave.”
The Korean words rang through the air and time itself froze.
Select rank: Wife / Slave / Bitch
“Slave rank. And just set the tail however you like from now on.”
Understood. Please perform the body modification.
Lee Jin’s naked body was summoned. I stepped closer and first examined her measurements.
Height: 165 cm Weight: 42 kg
Bust–Waist–Hip: 75E – 22 – 39
“Wow… impressive. Mother and daughter both.”
A shame she was not a perfect hundred-point body, and she was not a Myeong-gi either. Still, the thought of how much younger she would look after sex made me chuckle.
I finished every setting and inscribed the tattoo. The points dropped exactly to zero.
“Complete.”
Time resumes. Lee Jin has acquired Tiger’s Timing from the tiger tail.
Because she’s an archer, maybe? Timing? But Li Guang’s Bow didn’t absorb it this time.
Li Guang’s Bow did not seem to be the type of trait that simply locked onto an enemy’s weak point and fired.
If I kept adding women like this, someday I might collect every last trait of the nine-tailed fox, the tiger, and the dog. The thought made me smile again.
I would only gain unique traits from Lee Jin herself, yet the tiger footwork, tiger force, and tiger roar that the Four Beauties of the Si family had obtained all looked obtainable eventually.
Clone Technique.
The real issue was that pain reduction did not apply. No wounds would form, and frequent sex would not stretch anything permanently. But the pain itself… whether a woman could endure it was the question.
Hmm. Against the revenge targets back in reality, this could be quite satisfying.
Pop a capsule to put them in heat, then drive the massive cock into them—pain without a single lasting injury. Just imagining it felt refreshing.
I considered shrinking it back to the old eighteen-centimeter erection size, then abandoned the idea.
“Jin-ah. Hurry and show Husband your bare body.”
Wang Yeon was already undoing her own sash. She smiled with her eyes and watched Lee Jin.
“E-Elder Sister… for the first night, just Husband and me…”
“Hoho. All right. I’ll only watch you undress, then leave.”
Wang Yeon retied her sash and stared steadily at Lee Jin.
Lee Jin’s face had gone scarlet. Her hands trembled as she reached for the knot, hesitated, then finally began undoing it under Wang Yeon’s urging.
“Yeon-ah. I learned Taoist arts from Master Zuo Ci, so don’t be shocked.”
I had not actually learned them. Calling it theft felt awkward too, so I simply borrowed Zuo Ci’s name the way I always did.
Clone. Basic settings on.
I left the “no wounds” setting active by default so I would never accidentally injure any of my women.
A wave of weakness crashed through my entire body. It felt like ten percent of my stamina had vanished—different from the five-percent drain.
“Huh? Husband… how…?”
Two pairs of startled female eyes. A naked version of me now stood beside me. Vacant eyes. From the knowledge in its head it was little more than a doll that reacted passively to commands.
I considered Thought Division, then felt something lacking.
One more? Lift mother and daughter at the same time for a double Deulbak? And pierce pussy and ass together once each?
My cock twitched hard. Power flooded into it. At the same time a faint unease crept in. I immediately summoned one more clone.
Clone Technique… one unit.
A lurch. In that short span another twenty percent of my stamina vanished. Beyond mere weakness, a brief dizziness hit me. I pulled a Vitality Pill from Subspace and swallowed it.
Vitality surged through my whole body. Numerically it was hard to express, but better than when I had summoned two at once.
Twenty-five percent?
A bitter herbal taste filled my mouth. The moment it went down, energy bloomed from my stomach and spread everywhere.
I closed the lid, shoved the bottle straight back into Subspace, and looked at the two summoned clones.
“Husband. Clone Technique?”
“Elder Sister. Master Zuo Ci is the owner of the Book of Transformations, after all. He excels at many arts, but especially at transformation and disguise…”
“Ah… right. Zuo Ci…”
Lee Jin was already naked, staring blankly at the clones—especially at the massive cocks hanging between their legs.
This is genuinely bizarre. Looking at identical copies of myself standing there with twenty-one-centimeter dicks. With this ability, perverts would never have to worry about sex again. Turn into a woman yourself and… no. Don’t go there!
I hurriedly shook my head free of the dangerous fantasy. Especially with the hermaphrodite Xiang Yu avatar still sitting in a slot—I could not fall for the Constellation’s pranks.
Imagining myself as a woman, or imagining a third party fucking one of my clones, set off alarm bells in my skull the moment the thought formed.
“Husband. But these… these people…”
“Ah. In this state they’re no different from wooden dildos. You can call them ‘it’ if you want.”
Even in ancient times, masturbation tools for women existed. Men might feel it was unfair, but technology simply had not caught up.
“Can they actually have sex in this state?”
“If I give the order. But it’s a little dangerous. They can’t remove the pain. No wounds, though.”
“Ah…”
Lee Jin’s eyes changed. Her pussy glistened and love juice began to trickle down. I ignored it for now and looked at Wang Yeon, recalling the idea I had just had.
“These dolls follow orders well, so maybe I should shrink the cocks by half and distribute them to the concubines?”
Whether Penis Band or clone, it was much the same.
“What…? I don’t want that. Husband. Even if it’s a clone, it’s still a completely separate being.”
“Hm…?”
I had found the source of the unease.
I had only gotten excited by the mental image. I had not truly considered what it meant for a clone body to fuck my women.
That unease.
“Yeon-ah. Tonight I’ll stop by the Jixian pleasure house. I need to test whether a clone really counts as me or not.”
“Th-that… yes, Husband.”
Wang Yeon looked uncomfortable at the idea of me visiting a brothel, but the moment I mentioned testing the clones, her clever mind understood at once.
I looked at the clones again. Once summoned, they cost neither mana nor stamina until their breath stopped. If I later awakened qi I would probably have to resummon them, but for now they were free.
“Husband. Does that mean these clones can use martial arts too?”
“Hm?”
I recalled the explanation that all general traits could be used. Spear techniques, sword techniques—possible. There was no reason a clone could not fight.
“True. The real question is how far they can separate from me. For low-priority or dangerous battles I could send them in my place.”
“Really? Husband, won’t people start calling you an immortal? You die and then reappear.”
“Hmm. I should try the Thought Division I learned from Master U Gil. With Thought Division I can control one clone myself. Would you do it with that one?”
Wang Yeon thought for a moment, then shook her head.
“I can’t. Husband. I will only do it with the real you.”
I nodded. If she disliked it I would not force the issue. I felt the same unease myself.
So I looked at Lee Jin. She also shook her head.
I chuckled.
“I also want only Husband.”
Adorable.
After a brief consideration I rummaged through Subspace, found the Penis Band engraved with Wang Yeon’s name, and pulled it out.
“Here. This is basically a wooden cock modeled after my non-erect size. Later you can have fun with your younger sisters. It causes no pain and even transfers twenty percent of my pleasure, so in some ways it’s better than those dolls.”
“Th-that… yes.”
Wang Yeon accepted the black Penis Band and set it on the table. Lee Jin watched with sparkling eyes.
Might as well give them all out while I’m at it. Ah, whatever.
I took out the Penis Band with Lee Jin’s name and handed it over.
“Do not insert this into any Wife-rank pussy or ass. That is an order. Wang Yeon is also Wife-rank, so do not put it in your own either.”
“What? Thank you, Husband.”
Thought Division.
The moment I activated it, two separate trains of thought began to thrash inside my skull.
Huh?
It actually works?
Mother-daughter rice bowl, slurp.
Ha, I miss Hye-yun.
My main consciousness was still going “Huh?” in surprise while the split thought drifted slightly out of control. I quickly reintegrated them into a single stream and the headache vanished.
Two per body is the comfortable limit.
It felt like the brain simply could not handle more. Jia Xu might manage it, but for me two simultaneous thoughts in one body was the ceiling.
Onto a clone…
I focused on a clone. The most recently summoned one lit up. For an instant my vision split in two, then the connection to that clone body cut.
Holy…
When I moved a thought into a clone, each could move independently. But the split thought itself severed.
Main consciousness. I can clearly tell which one is the real me.
The moment I decided to shift the main consciousness into a clone, the two fields of vision swapped places. I could feel with certainty that the main mind now sat inside the clone.
Status Window.
General Traits:
Acting 10 Song 5 Flexibility 5 Cooking 3 Zither 5
Sword Technique 9 Assassination Arts 6 Dagger Technique 6
Spear Technique 5 Halberd Technique 5
Perfect.
I checked the other clones—identical. That meant even the mindless doll clones were the same.
Martial arts.
How thoroughly I polished those arts into my own body would decide how useful the clones became.
Conversely, if I ordered the clones to train and then absorbed that experience, it would become mine.
What if I handed the mindless doll clones over to Seop Yeong, Jang Hwa, and Jang Mi and had them drill martial arts all day long?
Their experience would become mine instantly.
Broken. Completely broken.
Even if my raw talent could never match Jang Bi, Jo Un, or Jang Saeng, it would be the same as living three days in one.
A grin spread across my face.
“Husband, I’ll step out for a bit.”
Wang Yeon smiled and left. The me that currently resided in a clone body nodded; she looked mildly startled, then departed.
I turned my gaze to Lee Jin and walked toward her.