To Bingzhou
I gripped a cock in each hand and drove them into their pussies.
Pleasure hit me twice as hard.
And soon Gao Shun’s cunt, transformed into a true myeong-gi, clamped around my glans just as fiercely as Jang Hwa’s. Dense vaginal folds squeezed with brutal force.
“Haaaang!!! My lord!!!”
“Aaaah!!! Master!”
Their cries rang out even as their hands stayed locked together. Looking down at Jang Hwa’s broad hips, I savored the doubled sensation racing through both cocks and felt deeply satisfied.
A double penis was hardly a normal body. Yet the pleasure was so complete I almost considered keeping the dual form forever, abnormality be damned.
Crazy.
Still, the idea of growing four of them just to take their asses at the same time never crossed my mind.
“How is it, filial daughter? You like this big cock?”
“Yes!!! My lord. I love the big cock!!!”
Calm, upright Gao Shun was already drowning in pleasure. Of course, against someone whose favorability sat at –100 this kind of ecstasy would be useless—but who knew? Fuck her every day for a year and she might still end up a slave.
“Filial daughter. Let me correct a misunderstanding from earlier. Not every man is like this. Normally even a cock a third the size of mine would have put a virgin like you through hell. I just convert pain into pleasure.”
With the Absolute Obedience Contract already in place, I had no worries about her straying. I simply wanted to erase any notion that every man could give her this kind of bliss.
“Yes!!!! My lord…”
Two cocks meant double the pleasure, but every woman’s vaginal shape differed slightly, so the pocket beneath the cervix sat in a different place. Becoming a myeong-gi only multiplied the folds, raised ridges in the space under the cervix, and multiplied the grip dozens of times. Vaginal length itself never changed.
I carefully slipped into the pocket under Gao Shun’s cervix first, let the ridges massage me, then carefully guided the second cock into the matching pocket under Jang Hwa’s.
“Haaaang!!!”
“Master!!! I’m going crazy!!!!”
Jang Hwa, who had only ever taken a boyish fifteen-centimeter cock, now took thirty-three centimeters and thrashed wildly. Trembling. The twin beautiful bodies quivering against me floated me on pure mental satisfaction.
Two cocks. Both massive. If this ever ended, the next woman would get her ass and pussy filled at the same time.
Squelch.
The routine: full insertion, then Spinning. It never grew boring—every woman tasted different, reacted differently. And it delivered the absolute peak of pleasure, so I could never give the routine up. Today I was giving Spinning to two women at once, and that alone had me throbbing with excitement. The thought of doing it to one woman with both cocks made my shafts jump even harder.
“Jang Hwa. You already know how an ass feels. What if this thing punched through your pussy and your asshole at the same time?”
“Haang. I’d love it!!! Master, haaaang!!! Please do it for sure.”
I still had to visit the pleasure house today. Sunset was only an hour away; there wouldn’t be time for that.
“Kh. I’ll do it next time. I’ve got an experiment today, so I need to head out with my clone.”
“Yes…”
“Haaaang. My lord. Husband. Please… harder.”
“All right.”
I braced Jang Hwa’s hips and pulled both cocks free. Sensation flooded from each shaft. Both had been transplanted from Hyeon-ju’s pussy, so they gripped hard and refused to let go. The walls stretched and followed them out. Jang Hwa’s shorter channel almost let the glans slip free.
“Haaaang!!”
“Master!!!”
Jang Hwa, who knew exactly what was coming, cried out in anticipation. Feeling the twin pussies chew and suck, I slammed both cocks in to the root.
Thud-thud.
“Haaaa!!”
“Ang!!!”
Jang Hwa threw her head back. I seized her ponytail and yanked. Her head snapped, and I began pounding without pause.
Thud-thud!!! Thud-thud-thud-thud!!!
“Aaaaang!!!!”
“Kiss each other.”
I released her hair with the command. Jang Hwa’s head dropped; Gao Shun turned, met my eyes for a second, then accepted Jang Hwa’s tongue.
Smack.
Thud-thud-thud.
Even the same pussy reached climax on different clocks. Gao Shun, still in far more pain, climaxed first, trembling, tore her mouth free, and screamed.
“Haang!!! My lord!!! I can’t!!! I’m dying!!!”
“Ha-eung, ha-eung.”
“Kh. Hold it.”
Thud-thud-thud-thud.
“Haaaang!!! Master, I’m coming too!!!”
Gao Shun’s lower cunt bit down hard; a heartbeat later Jang Hwa’s clamped just as fiercely. Twin pleasure. Truly…
Hmm. Still, I should only enjoy this occasionally. In the modern world… impossible.
The thought struck me that it was too perverse, too grotesque. Jang Hwa was a former slave and Gao Shun still knew nothing of the world, so they accepted it—but other women would feel heavy revulsion. I kept driving the cocks in hard, building toward orgasm.
My balls began to shudder, far more violently than usual, slapping against Jang Hwa’s mound.
Thwack-thwack.
Then the dual sensation of both urethras swelling hit me, and semen blasted beneath both women’s wombs.
Spurt.
“Hnn… ugh…”
After climax the ridges under both cervixes scrubbed my hypersensitive glans; a groan tore free. I twitched and kept pumping more.
Spurt.
The two women received the load, strength returning, and closed their eyes to savor the afterglow.
“Husband… it was wonderful. Truly. I’m grateful to the Supreme Elder Lord for letting me meet you.”
Pretty lips spoke pretty words with eyes still shut. I smiled faintly and closed my own eyes to focus on the pleasure—the dual sensation of two glans, the pure relief of release.
Nice. So good.
Grotesquely, it wasn’t one hundred fifty milliliters split between them; three hundred milliliters each—six hundred total—shot out. When the flow finally stopped I slowly withdrew both cocks.
“Haaaang!!!”
Pop-pop.
A bright sound, then thick semen pouring out. Especially from the wider stretch, a puddle formed straight onto the bedding.
I climbed onto the bed and sprawled on my back.
“Each of you grab a cock and clean it.”
“Yes, Master. Unnie, take the upper one. I’ll take the lower so I can taste your juices too.”
“Hm?… Okay.”
“Just watch me and copy. First suck the glans and stroke the shaft with your hand to pull out the leftover semen in the urethra—that’s step one.”
Jang Hwa straddled my body, face-down, seized the lower cock and began sucking with wet little sounds. Gao Shun mirrored the pose, took the upper cock, and followed Jang Hwa’s lead.
Mmm…
I lowered my hands and stroked both heads; they smiled shyly.
Slurp-slurp.
Soon Jang Hwa lifted the cock and licked up the shaft. Gao Shun did the same. Finding it fun, Jang Hwa sat on my thigh, took one ball into her mouth, and rolled it. Blushing, Gao Shun planted her pussy on my shin, crawled up, and did the same to the other ball.
Ugh…
Gao Shun’s control was still rough and she rolled too hard, but it felt decent enough that I kept stroking their hair.
“Stop. Now swallow the semen, clean each other’s pussies, and we’re done here.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you for using me.”
The phrasing she had learned from Rinrin. Rinrin and the other maids always thanked me for using them. Jang Hwa, once a slave herself, had picked it up instantly.
“I… I also thank you for using me, my lord.”
I snorted.
“Unnie. You’re a wife, so you don’t have to say it that way. Just say it felt good, husband—speak honestly like that.”
Gao Shun’s cheeks blazed. She lifted her head with a face that looked ready to cry.
“My… my lord. It truly felt wonderful.”
“Good.”
I stroked both heads. When they scooted aside I rose.
“Anyone outside?”
“Master. It’s me, Dae-yeon.”
“Mm. Fill the wooden tub with water. I need to wash and go out.”
“Yes, Master. Do you require bathing service?”
Hope colored Dae-yeon’s voice. But I was headed to the pleasure house, so I refused.
“No. When I get back, you and So-yeon come in together.”
“Yes. Thank you, Master.”
Footsteps faded beyond the door.
Guided by the servant Seok-gu, I walked the streets of Jixian after sunset. Thankfully there seemed to be no night curfew.
Beside me walked the clone body I had, after long deliberation, saved in slot six—the pretty-boy form. I myself was in my fully grown body. Slot six’s pretty boy combined the best features of the handsome faces printed on sheet-music covers; the body was based on mine, height trimmed slightly to 185 cm. The cock was 19 cm; for today’s experiment I had reduced my own to 21 cm. Since we would be stripping and playing, I had also given the clone a gentle leftward curve and reduced the girth so no one would refuse him.
While I was at it I had set slot seven as the Beast Man: a sculpted face mixing the handsome friend from one scenario, the middle-aged lead from another, and Kim Ian’s own features; 188 cm, 21 cm cock, and muscles packed thick enough to match the “Beast Man” moniker—though still tastefully so.
“Jo-ha. Listen carefully. I’ll confirm after today’s experiment, but you don’t touch my women. Make your own. And don’t eat any wife-tier beauties—report them, hand them over, and live with decent-looking ones. Got it?”
“Yes. Jo! Jun! Master. Tch. I’m also the master, isn’t that a bit harsh?”
A faint sulky whine. I just snorted. After all, from Hye-yun all the way to Gao Shun, my memories were full of nothing but beauties…
“Married women—if they’re reasonably pretty, eat them. I won’t stop you. But once status is clearly divided, hands off each other’s. Virgin beauties—if we’re back in the modern world—I’ll allow up to two.”
“Really?”
I nodded. That was still me. When I reabsorbed him the memories and experiences would come with him; he needed that much compensation to stay motivated.
“But send a photo first.”
“Tch. If she’s Hye-yun-level you’ll snatch her, right?”
“Of course. Hye-yun-tier is mine. Still, among married women there’ll be plenty at Jeong-mi or Hyeon-ju level. Those you can keep. I won’t covet yours.”
“Yes.”
While we chatted the street brightened under a dense canopy of red lanterns.
“Young masters. This is the red-light district. Any house is fine, but the one with the yellow signboard has the most slender, pretty virgins.”
“Good. Seok-gu. Take this.”
I pulled ten silver coins from my purse.
“Young master, why?”
“You’re a man too. You’ve come this far—go blow off some steam. This should be enough, right?”
“Yes, young master.”
“But not the place I’m going.”
“Don’t worry, young master. I prefer plump figures—I’ll go to the brothel right at the entrance.”
“Good. You little bastard. You can go home alone after you’re done?”
“Yes.”
Telling seventeen-year-old Seok-gu to go relieve himself left him nearly bent double with gratitude. He bowed over and over and ran off.
“Kid. Men really do straighten up the moment you let them fuck.”
“You—until just a moment ago…”
“Ah… Master. I am the master, you know.”
I snorted.
We stopped in front of the brothel Seok-gu had pointed out. Beauties in side-slit skirts that looked like modern cheongsams stood holding lanterns, soliciting customers.
“Young masters, come this way. For men of Bingzhou, the finest brothel—Bingzhou’s Number One Pavilion.”
“Are there many slender, pretty women like you?”
My clone Jo-ha sauntered up with a lecherous grin and stroked an exposed thigh as he asked. Pure playboy. The acting trait was working overtime. Or was this just my own nature with the limits removed?
I smiled and shook my head.
Taiyuan Commandery (Jinyang), together with Shangdang, was the largest city in Bingzhou. In practice it was the provincial capital. Shangdang held the Inspector’s residence because it sat closer to Luoyang, but Jia Xu had said Taiyuan was larger in both economy and population. Every commandery in Bingzhou could reach it easily, so it had become the most prosperous city. Jixian lay across the river from Taiyuan, safer still from the Xiongnu and Xianbei. Population wasn’t huge—just a county under a magistrate—yet the merchant houses of Bingzhou centered their activity here. That was why the red-light district of Jixian was the largest in the entire province, Seok-gu had explained.
Bingzhou’s Number One Pavilion. An arrogant name for a brothel, yet the beauties soliciting at the entrance looked like supporting actresses from our era.
“Hyung-nim. Let’s go here. Already this hot right at the door.”
The woman whose thigh was being stroked showed no displeasure.
“You two take customers?”
“Of course we do. Are you choosing us?”
The beauty on the left smiled radiantly and stepped toward me.
“We’re strong in bed, so the two of you plus two more—four total. You pick two pretty ones. Let’s go in.”
I slipped an arm around the waist of the beauty in the red light dress who had approached me. About 160 cm—small next to my 193, yet tall for this era.
“Yes. When a man as handsome as you chooses us, of course we follow. Mae-hyang, take the lantern.”
She handed the lantern to a courtesan waiting with clasped hands behind the stairs; that one was a touch plainer.
“Yes.”
“What’s your stage name?”
“I am Yeon-hwa. The woman in that young master’s arms is Yeon-ji.”
Musk and heavy face powder rose in a wave. Well, brothels were like that. I followed her up the stairs.
“By the way, you’re both over nineteen, right?”
“Hoho. Yes. Must we be over nineteen?”
“Yes.”
“Then there are two truly beautiful women—twin sisters. Twenty-one, and they only entered the brothel today… Daughters of a Bingzhou gentry family that fell into poverty, never married, sold by their own father. He claimed they were descendants of Wang Zhaojun.”
“‘Falling Geese’ Wang Zhaojun?”
Yeon-hwa covered her mouth, smiled softly, and nodded.
Crazy.
The palace lady dragged off to the Xiongnu? The woman so beautiful that even the emperor, upon seeing her in the flesh, almost reversed his decision to hand her over. A trivial mistake—refusing to bribe the court painter—had left her with an unflattering portrait and sent her north as tribute. Legend said that as she played the pipa in grief on the road, flying geese dropped from the sky…
One of the Four Great Beauties of China—Xi Shi, Diao Chan, Wang Zhaojun, Yang Guifei. (Diao Chan was fictional, so Yu Ji sometimes took her place.) The Chinese praised her beauty enough to rank her among the four.
Rinrin and the others turned a blind eye, yet the courtesans Zhao E and Zhao Min—lower even than slaves—have been excluded from mission targets by the Constellations.
Ugh.
Returning to the present world was already hard enough. Damn it.
Still, better to hear they had been excluded from the mission in advance.
But descendants of Wang Zhaojun… and their surname was Zhao? Had they taken the maternal line?