Lee Jin's New Beginning

March 15th.

I read the letter the merchant guild employee had delivered yesterday once more.

A letter from my only daughter, the last time I had seen her five years ago when she came with the merchant caravan, newly married, holding her newborn child and her husband. And now she was bringing my grandchild as well. For the first time in a long while, a warm smile touched my lips.

Haa… I'm so lonely. Should I just follow Yeon down to Xiangyang?

The merchant work would be fine; we already had a branch there. Trade with Goguryeo might suffer a little, but once settled in Xiangyang it would be far easier to send caravans across the entire Central Plains—Yizhou, Jiangdong, Yuzhou, Sili, Yan Province…

Nineteen years since my husband died. The shock had taken my father-in-law and mother-in-law as well. My elder brother-in-law's family had left for Luoyang, leaving me to shoulder the entire Wang estate alone. Especially Uncle Wang Yun, who kept dropping subtle hints that he would give me a generous settlement if I simply left for my daughter's household. It had grown awkward.

"Should I leave…? Hmm."

I tapped the brush lid against the desk in a steady rhythm.

Thirty-five years old. My body was growing hotter by the day, and I could no longer control it. Afraid the servants would notice, I hadn't even dared to touch myself—only cold water to cool the lust. For more than ten years I had fantasized that if just one of the male servants went mad and forced himself on me, I would gladly take him into the mountains and live on nothing but wild roots.

A new start. I needed a new start.

Here there was no one bold enough to take me, no one with the guts to propose. Perhaps in Xiangyang, beyond the reach of the Wang family's influence, such a man might appear.

Suddenly the courtyard outside grew noisy. Servants murmured, and then a knock came at the study door.

"My lady. Please come out. Something terrible has happened."

"What is it?"

Hyang-sun's usual calm had vanished into fluster. That alone told me it was serious. I straightened my clothes and opened the door. The forty-year-old maid was still sweating coldly; I clicked my tongue and followed her outside.

What I saw when the doors opened:

Three carriages standing in the inner courtyard. Women stepping down from them.

From the lead carriage, last of all, a familiar face appeared. Surprise lasted only a heartbeat before joy flooded me. I threw my arms wide and ran.

"Mother!!!"

"Yeon-ah!!!"

I crashed into my daughter's embrace. The warmth of her body after so long. Loneliness fled; my eyes grew wet—old age, perhaps.

"Yeon-ah. You said it would take three days."

"We met Daoist Zuo Ci and arrived in an instant."

Zuo Ci?

That woman could certainly do such a thing. I had seen her once myself—the way she looked at Uncle Wang Yun with open disdain, and the strange feats that made her vanish in a blink.

"Ah… yes. Better not to experience the dangerous Taihang Mountains. Do you know how worried I was when I heard you were cutting straight across instead of coming home first?"

"I… I'm sorry, Mother. Let me introduce everyone. They're as good as family to us…"

I looked past her. There were many children, yet not a single pair of eyes looked ordinary. Especially the woman in scholarly robes—her gaze was so sharp it felt as if she could see straight through me. A dizzying sensation.

"I am Jia Xu, courtesy name Wenhe. Estate Master. At present I serve as Ian's writing tutor."

"A pleasure. You hardly seem ordinary. Thank you for teaching An-i."

"Hwa-ya. Hyang-sun will arrange the rooms. Go rest first. You've been traveling half a day already…"

"Yes, young mistress."

Yeon gave orders to a woman carrying a strangely serpentine spear. The woman led the children and remaining ladies toward the side courtyard. I watched them go.

"Hmm. Traveling with newborns must be hard."

"Don't worry, Mother. We carry plenty of medicine."

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I started to lead Yeon into the inner quarters, but the woman called Jia Xu kept following.

"And this lady…?"

"She has something to tell you, Mother. She's essentially the strategist of our Lee household."

I nodded. Instead of the inner quarters, we turned toward the reception hall.

After deciding to become my grandson's woman.

We could not possibly couple in the reception hall, so the four of us dressed again and entered the inner quarters—three versions of Husband and me.

Now I lay naked on the bed, waiting for my grandson. Six eyes around me felt heavy. From my sex, love juices poured without restraint, dirtying my thighs.

How could something so enormous even exist? Would it hurt? The worry came first, of course. How could something that huge… The ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠thought kept circling. There was no helping it.

"Um… Husband. Will it really not hurt? The main body, I mean?"

My grandson. The past life of a five-year-old child?

After witnessing one impossible thing after another today I had grown numb, yet the sight of this sturdy adult grandson actually brought relief. If I had been violated by a five-year-old as my daughter described, the sense of taboo would have been unbearable.

He nodded.

"Yeah. But the clone body will hurt. Jin-i, you've given birth so you might handle it better, but you said you've had no experience for nineteen years, right?"

I nodded.

"Then it'll hurt. Of course. But you won't be injured. There's a saying in our world: a woman who goes to a black man never comes back."

"Black man?"

"A woman tamed by a huge cock never forgets it and clings to it. She even abandons her family. Among black people and white people in our world, some have cocks this size. They all adapt."

Relief? A measure of relief settled in. I had seen black envoys from the Great Qin Empire a few times as a child—slaves among them.

Come to think of it, the courtesans who entertained foreign envoys used to try to follow the missions home…

Then the voice of the main-body Husband beside me spoke.

"Master. The quality is different from black men. The quality."

"Ah, don't mind it. Black cocks are soft; ours are hard—that's the difference. Honestly it's still smaller than a baby's head. You'll be fine. And you clones, get out now. Find Jang Hwa and practice martial arts. Obey the orders of Jang Hwa, Jang Mi, Jia Xu, Wang Yeon, Lee Jin, Rin-rin, Mi-mi, Dae-yeon, and So-yeon. Especially you, the empty-headed one."

The dazed-eyed Husband nodded. The other main-body Husband offered a greeting, then looked at the first.

"Yes, Master. May I take command of this one?"

"Hmm… fine. Ah… listen well to the little ones too. Go on, out."

The two identical Husbands left.

Though they were clones, the one carrying Husband's main consciousness—the real Husband—approached. The massive thing swayed.

"Hnn…"

An obscene sight. The thought of it piercing me brought worry first, yet a moan of anticipation escaped as well.

"And you. You enjoy pain, don't you? I saw signs of it earlier…"

"Th-that… yes."

The times I had stabbed myself with needles or whipped my own thighs with a switch, the lust rising beyond control until release finally came. I rarely did it for fear of discovery, but when I gagged myself and gave myself pain, that pain turned into pleasure.

A pervert.

Yes. I was a pervert who felt pleasure from pain.

"Let's see just how much of a pervert you are."

Husband pulled a large mirror from thin air and set it facing the bed. Then he climbed up and seized both my ankles.

I lifted my head. A bronze mirror several meters across, reflecting everything with perfect clarity. Shame flooded me.

A surge. Juices I could no longer hold flooded from my sex and soaked the bedding.

My heart pounded.

Sex after nineteen years. And though he looked adult, it was with my grandson. My own daughter had already coupled with him. The sense of taboo lessened a little.

If any powerful clan or scholar-official learned of this, dismemberment would not be strange. Incest—especially mother-son incest—had become strictly taboo under the growing influence of Confucianism in the Later Han.

"Husband. Will we be all right?"

"Yeah. Jia Xu secured several identities in Jizhou. Wang Yeon over there will be Zhao Yan, you will be Zhao Jin. Twin sisters."

"What? How, with this age difference?"

Husband spread my legs wide, bent my knees, and leaned over me. The rough feel of his hand against my cheek. Warm.

"Heh. Didn't you get a good look at Wang Yeon's pussy?"

Something that had puzzled me earlier. When my daughter undressed, her sex had been completely bare—smooth, peach-soft, and even tattooed with the Hangul characters for Kim Ian. Scandalous…

"The… lack of hair?"

"My ability. Not yet, but once I return to the main body and you receive its semen, your body will change rapidly. You'll probably return to about a nineteen-year-old form."

Nineteen?

Growing younger?

How…

Wasn't that what everyone desired? Even Qin Shi Huang had overturned the world seeking immortality and failed.

"Truly?"

He nodded. His handsome face, smiling faintly, drew closer. My heart raced harder. My eyes closed of their own accord. I clutched the blanket in tension, waiting for his lips.

My heart pounded.

Ah!!! Come to think of it, this will be my first kiss. I never kissed my late husband.

I turned my face away to tell him.

A soft peck landed on my cheek.

"Hmm?"

"Husband. I never kissed my late husband. I wanted you to know."

"Really? Hahaha. All the better for me."

A strong hand seized my cheek and turned my face back. I closed my eyes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠again, recalling that soft sensation from a moment ago. Dizzying. Pleasure that had raced from my head down my spine. My sex fluttered traitorously.

His lips caught my upper lip. When his tongue licked, my tightly shut mouth opened naturally.

"Ah!!!"

So this was how sweet a kiss could be. His large, long tongue slipped between my teeth, wrapped around mine, and toyed with it. For a long time I was at the mercy of that tongue.

"Chup… haa… haa…"

"Mm. Your tongue's long enough that cunnilingus would feel good too."

A strange remark. He claimed this was his past-life body, yet spoke as if experiencing it for the first time. When I looked up in confusion he gave an embarrassed smile and moved lower.

"Ah. Five years. And a young body after so long."

Ah. Husband must have known old age as well. And he had lived five years in a child's body…

"Husband, what is cunnilingus?"

"Heh. Licking a pussy with the tongue."

Scandalous. I instantly covered the sex he was staring at with both hands. Absolutely not. I could never let him put his mouth there. What if it smelled and he disliked it?

"No. I'll do anything else, just not that…"

"Haha. Fine. Got it. Hands off."

The laughing man suddenly fixed me with a beast's eyes and growled the order. I could not move. Those eyes—a tiger's eyes. An invisible force seemed to pierce me; I obeyed and removed my hands.

At that moment the door opened again. The main body approached, stroking his cock.

"Hmm? Why?"

"Master. I thought you might need semen…"

"Ah!!! …Here. Cum into this cup."

"Yes."

The main body answered and came closer, looking as if this was not what he wanted. Husband pulled a crystal-clear glass from the air and handed it over.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. It's just… unclean. Unclean. Honestly you're me, so you understand. Later we'll test it at a brothel."

An aggrieved expression. Husband scolded and soothed at once.

"Yes."

Thwap thwap thwap.

The clone—or rather the split-mind body of the main body—soon climaxed and filled the glass to the brim with semen.

"Drink this first. You said you'd do anything, right? With this clone body I can't do a thing. I need semen. I have to inject you with the main body's semen."

I sat up on the bed.

"Th-yes."

Husband's apologetic face. Semen? Drink ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it? Revulsion rose, and Husband kept making apologetic expressions as he took the glass back.

"You, get out for now."

"Yes, Master."

The retreating figure looked lonely, yet I understood perfectly. I was Husband's woman. Even if they shared the same mind, something felt strange to me as well. Even drinking semen.

"Jin-ah. Drink it first. Once you do, your body will change. Don't worry too much."

At his words I closed my eyes, lifted the glass, and sniffed.

My heart pounded wildly.

I've gone mad. How can my pussy tremble at the smell of that foul semen?

A faint chestnut-blossom scent. It vanished instantly, replaced by a strong peach fragrance rising from the glass. Cold glass touched my lips. My lips trembled.

Curiosity. And the bizarre feeling of drinking semen. The foul thought was buried under peach scent.

The moment I swallowed one mouthful, a sweet taste and fragrance filled my mouth.

Huh? How can it taste like this?

The remaining semen touched my tongue and I nearly lost my mind at the heavenly flavor. If there were peaches of immortality, they would taste like this. Tension forgotten, I felt myself craving the semen.

"Good girl, Jin-i. You too will become a body that cannot live without this body's—ah, the main body's—semen."

Husband stroked my right cheek as he spoke. I nodded. After tasting this, the words that I could not live without it resonated too deeply.

Rather than savor the intensely seductive scent, I simply swallowed.

"Slurp."

Gulp gulp.

The semen slid down smoothly. A cool sensation spread from my belly through my whole body; I felt as if I were floating up to the heavens.

Thirst. A terrible thirst. I gripped the glass tighter and drank faster.

The fragrance kept swirling against the roof of my mouth. The sweet taste lingering on my tongue felt wonderful.

A gentle hand stroked my hair, then my cheek again. I nuzzled into that hand, savoring the heavenly feeling.

"I wasn't imagining it. The volume really has increased."

Husband muttered to himself; I could not grasp the exact meaning. What I knew for certain was that, though my memory of nineteen years ago was hazy, my late husband's semen had been less than a tenth of this.

I had no room left to care about his words. Only to keep tasting this heavenly flavor.

As the amount of semen slowly diminished, strong regret rose.

Ah…

"Hmm. The clones won't taste like this."

I felt my sex stretch taut, yet I did not look down. My breasts swelled with new elasticity; my body was changing. Finally even the skin of my face tightened, yet I did not want to set the glass down.

I craved his semen.

"Gulp gulp."

Tap tap.

"It's empty. Stop now. Want more?"

I nodded. I stuck out my tongue and licked the empty glass clean. Only when the glass was spotless did I open my eyes. Husband was smiling down at me.

What am I doing right now…

My face burned hot.

"Drink more later when we use the main body. Understood?"

"Yes… Husband."

Again? I swallowed hard.