The Twin Sisters of Bingzhou

“Aaaah… Master, it’s too big!!!”

“Shh. You won’t get hurt.”

Moans from the couple on the other side of the room carried through the air.

“Hey. Pull the curtain, will you? Have some manners.”

“Yes!!! Heh.”

A soft rustle as the curtain was drawn.

Reminded by the sound, I reached up and let the thick curtains around the main bed fall as well. They slid down with a heavy shhh, and though they couldn’t block every sound, the double layer dulled the moans to a faint murmur.

The sisters lay rigid on the bed, stiff with nerves. I smirked and approached the older one first—Joa.

“Spread your legs. Knees up. Wide open.”

“Yes.”

Still rigid, Joa spread her legs wide and planted her knees. I nodded, dropped between them, and nudged her thighs a little farther apart. Then I laid my soft cock right on top of her pussy.

“Hup…”

“So. As a daughter of the gentry, you must have studied a little?”

“Yes. A little. Grandmother taught us poetry, calligraphy, painting, and music. Mother taught us martial arts. Our house was always poor, and Father’s gambling debts were so deep we never managed to marry.”

“Hmm… Still, there must have been plenty of men asking for you.”

“While Mother was alive, she could refuse the ones who wanted us as concubines or servants. A month ago she died, and even the betrothal that had been arranged with the Fang family of Liangzhou just… ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠fell apart.”

“I see. Tch… A man who gambles away the roof over his head ends up selling his own daughters… Tch. Any other siblings?”

“Well… we have two younger brothers. Both volunteered as soldiers and left home on their own.”

“Is that so? I’ll give each of you twenty gold coins a month as a stipend. You’re free to send help to your brothers through a branch of the Yiga Merchant Guild.”

“Really? Thank you, Master.”

Her face changed completely when she spoke of her father versus her mother and brothers. The boys must have been decent to her, at least.

I’d already decided every concubine would receive twenty gold a month for living expenses. Between the two of them, supporting one brother each would be more than enough.

“By the way—you took your mother’s surname?”

“Yes. Father only gave the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Wang name to his sons. He told us to take Mother’s.”

I still couldn’t quite believe a wastrel like that was a descendant of Wang Zhaojun. In this world, surnames could follow either the mother’s or the father’s line—whatever the parents decided. At least the Wang blood was real enough…

“Fine. Live happily as my concubines from now on. Once we settle somewhere, we can even bring your brothers over and give them jobs with the Yiga Merchant Guild. Keep that in mind.”

“Hic… Thank you, Master.”

Both women burst into tears.

I scratched my head. In the modern world, this kind of gesture wouldn’t buy you so much as a smile. But this was the ancient world, and these two had plummeted overnight from gentry daughters—poor ones, but still—to the status of red-banner courtesans. That was why it hit so hard.

“Don’t cry. By the way—have you studied the bedroom arts?”

“Th-that… no. We were supposed to start lessons this evening.”

Jomin answered from beside her.

“I see.”

I stroked my cock. It swelled to full, massive hardness almost at once. Joa and Jomin stared at it, eyes trembling. The thing was simply too big. They looked down at their own pussies, fidgeted, and said nothing.

“It’s fine. You’ll understand once we try. Heh.”

I took hold of my cock and parted Joa’s folds. She ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was a virgin; her outer lips were still tightly closed. I liked that. A clean pussy was always best. Those thick, unsightly hairs would be gone soon enough. I lined the head up against her entrance and began kneading her modest breasts to ease the tension.

Then I leaned in toward her small mouth. Joa squeezed her eyes shut. The kiss seemed to hit her harder than the hands on her chest.

I braced my left hand on the bed and rolled a nipple between the fingers of my right. The soft pink bud rose cutely, and soon she began to feel it.

“Aahng… Master.”

The moan opened her mouth. I sealed it at once and pushed my tongue inside. Hers was stiff with nerves; I wrapped it with my own and teased it until it softened. After a few minutes of light tasting, I pulled back.

“Mm… haah.”

She opened her eyes. A thread of saliva still connected us; she wiped it away, embarrassed. Affection was already glimmering in her gaze.

Too easy. A few tens of millions of won and beauties just fall into my lap…

The ancient world was inconvenient in a thousand ways, but seducing women was absurdly simple. In the modern world you were lucky not to get slapped. Here, hand a warrior a weapon or a desperate girl some money and affection bloomed on the spot. Of course, you still had to be handsome—like me.

Jomin watched with curious eyes, but threesomes always diluted my focus. I’d learned that the hard way with Gao Shun and Jang Hwa. A woman’s first time deserved my full attention.

“I’ll give you the sister stack after each of you has had her first time.”

“Huh? Sister stack?”

“Heh… Pressing your two pussies together while I fuck you both…”

“Wha…? Th-that… yes.”

Both sisters flushed scarlet. Even their embarrassed gestures matched—they both turned their heads to the left at the same time.

Hmm. Jomin’s a little prettier.

“Joa, look at me. Turning your head away is no longer allowed. Understood?”

I caught her cheeks with my right hand and turned her face back to mine. Fear flickered in her eyes—the fear of being discarded. She nodded.

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Good. Be careful. You too, Jomin. Sex is an exchange between two people. Got it?”

“Yes, Master.”

I released her cheeks and stroked them gently, soothing her.

“I’m not that picky. Just keep a few rules and you’ll be fine… We’ll be heading to the Wang Family Estate soon. My other women there will fill you in on the rest.”

“The Wang Family Estate?”

Genuine shock. I smirked. Of all the things I’d said, that name startled them most. You could feel the weight of the Wang name even here in Bingzhou.

“The current matriarch—Lady Li Jinzi—is my maternal grandmother. And my name isn’t Jo Jun. It’s Ian.”

“Ah!!!”

The relief that washed over them left me a little sheepish. The prestige of the Wang family calmed them more than any of the powers I’d displayed.

I gave her startled, rabbit-like cheek a light pat. Her lips parted, and only her two front teeth showed—just like a rabbit.

I pushed in.

“This is—!!! Aaaaaaah!!!”

The enormous glans sank in with a wet pop. Even I had to admit it looked grotesque. I’d watched enough women stretch to the point of tearing that I didn’t look down; I watched her face instead as pleasure overtook her.

Shock. Then pleasure. The shift was instantaneous. Her eyes half-lidded, pupils glazed and lewd. Her head tipped back, mouth open, a high-pitched cry ringing through the chamber.

“Jomin, you’re curious too, aren’t you? Whether this is real or not?”

“Yes, Master.”

Her eyes were wide at her sister’s transformation. I smirked at the rabbit-like pair and pushed the head deeper. Joa’s whole body trembled; I felt it through my chest where her shaking breasts brushed mine, and through the cheek I still held.

“Aaaaang!!! Jomin!!!”

Joa reached out and seized her sister’s hand. Hard. Pleasure seemed to leap across the connection; wetness was already sliding down Jomin’s thighs.

Then the hymen tore. A flicker of pain crossed Joa’s face. After that I fell into the familiar rhythm—driving deep, then slowly rotating my hips. The agony flipped into ecstasy so fast she climaxed almost at once.

“Haaaaang!!! Master… this is… climax!!!”

“That’s right. I’ll come for you now. Rest.”

I ramped up the urge and unloaded. The torrent went on for half the load before I cut it off and pulled free.

“Aaaah!!! Master…”

Strength returning, she watched me with a dazed, lewd gaze—regretful at the withdrawal, yet still shivering from the drag of my cock.

A wet pop, then a thick trickle. Blood-streaked semen spilled out of her. I summoned a glass and emptied the remaining hundred and fifty milliliters into it.

Psssh… psssh…

Dual swordsmanship? Like Liu Bei’s?

“Joa. Have you ever trained in dual swords?”

“Haang… No. Just a little spear and saber work…”

So she’d never even known she had that monstrous talent? Whether modern or ancient, most people lived their whole lives without ever discovering what they were truly good at. A collateral branch of the Zhao clan of Changshan, raised on the spear—when her real gift was dual blades?

Psssh… psssh…

The climax pulled my thoughts away from her talent. I stared blankly at the glass. Seeing it with my own eyes, the sheer volume was absurd. A hundred and fifty milliliters—one small carton of milk—looked grotesque when it came out of a man.

I held the half-full glass of blood-tinged semen out toward Jomin.

“Hey!!! Come take this.”

“Yes!!!”

My clone’s voice answered from beyond the curtain. I turned back to Jomin.

“Just stick your hand through the blackout curtain and pass it over. Then come lie back down. Joa—lick up every drop you spilled. That’s an order. Understood?”

“Yes.”

Jomin rose, took the glass, and briefly brought it to her nose. Her eyes went wide.

“You’ll get your own later. Just hand it over.”

“Yes.”

She slipped her hand through the curtain; someone took the glass at once. She pulled her arm back, crossed to the bed, and lay down. Meanwhile Joa dabbed her tongue against the blood-streaked semen, then began greedily lapping it up.

I gave her firm ass a sharp smack. The bounce felt good—like striking a taut ball. Martial training left its mark on a body.

But dual swordsmanship was so rare I had no idea where to find a teacher. Just teach her ordinary sword forms and put a blade in each hand? Gao Shun knew sword-and-shield techniques; maybe she could help.

“Haang… Master, it’s really delicious.”

“Good. Finish it and lie back down. Once I’ve sent Jomin off the same way, we’ll do the sister stack right away.”

“Yes…”

The moment I looked away she went back to licking and slurping at the sheets. I pulled out a wet wipe, cleaned my cock, and left the pack in the middle of the bed. Joa had already watched me use one; she’d figure out how to clean herself.

“Ah!!! Your hair’s falling… it’s already gone. Finish licking, then tidy the hair. I like it this way, so don’t freak out…”

“Th-that… yes.”

As always in this world, the body transformed the instant it received my semen. Her breasts swelled, her hips bloomed out to thirty-nine inches, and the characters for “Kim Ian” appeared above the cleft of her ass. She was fully mine now.

Jomin watched her sister change in real time, envy plain on her face.

“You’ll change the same way once you take my semen.”

As I approached she spread her legs wide and raised her knees without being told. I smirked, gripped my still-hard cock, set it at her entrance, and started with a kiss the same way.

Jomin’s tongue was looser than her sister’s—clumsy but eager, meeting mine.

Mm… slurp…

I tasted every corner of her mouth—behind her teeth, the roof of her palate—before finally pulling away.

“Haah… Master. I know a lowly girl like me has no right to say it, but… I adore you.”

“I love you both too.”

Love after knowing each other for an hour? And yet it wasn’t entirely incomprehensible. If I’d been born a commoner’s son or a slave’s child, and a beauty like this had showered me with gifts—without the memories of a past life—I probably would have fallen for her too.

I pushed in.

Jomin was wetter than her sister; the entry went smoother. The pleasure hit her just as hard. She cried out at once.

“Aaaaaah!!! So this is—aaang!!!”

Her eyes flew wide—different from Joa’s reaction. She glanced at her sister, still licking the sheets, and nodded as if understanding. Then her arms wound around my neck. Twins, yet their personalities diverged as much as their faces. She was the bolder one.

“Master. Haang!!! I’ll only look at you. Aaaah!!!”

“Heh… Good.”

A rare woman in the Han world—open with her feelings. It pleased me more than I expected. I broke her hymen, drove down until I kissed the mouth of her womb, and before starting the Spinning I kissed her a second time.

Jomin’s arms tightened.

Mm… mm…

An exchange of feeling. With Joa the emotion of love hadn’t yet taken root; with Jomin we traded it freely. She kissed back with real hunger. I lifted her into my arms.

“Mm… Master?”

“Wrap your legs around my waist. Arms around my neck—but carefully.”

I cupped her ass and the small of her back and began to rotate my hips.

Grind… grind…

“Haang… hahk…”

Gravity added her own weight to the pressure on her pussy; the pleasure—and the pain—must have been twice as sharp. She climbed toward climax fast.

“Master… I feel… strange.”

“Don’t hold it. Let it go.”

“Haang!!! Yes… hahk!!!!”

Eyes shut, head thrown back, her small breasts bounced. Awkwardly, she began to match the rotation of my hips.

Aside from the Daoist women, she was the most proactive I’d had.

Climax surge.

My balls clenched; semen shot up the urethra and poured into her.

Fencing? Unexpected. So both of them had real talent with the sword.

The body of “Ian” had originally possessed Fencing at Level 9. It was an expensive art—something only gentry or powerful clans could afford to learn. Not entirely useless in real combat, either. I’d start both sisters on the sword.

Gao Shun. Among my women, she was currently the most skilled with a blade—even if it was only the standard Han military forms. I marked her as their teacher.

Jomin felt the semen fill her. She lifted her head and looked at me with eyes full of affection.

“Master. Thank you. Haang… for saving us sisters. And for being our Master.”

“No need to get bashful. Just do well from now on.”

“Yes.”

I laid her back down and continued the climax for half the load, then bought another glass, filled it halfway, and handed it to Joa. She already knew the taste; her eyes trembled with hunger as she stared at it.

“I’ll come for you again later. Stick your hand outside the curtain. Hey!!! Take this!!!”

“Yes!!!!”

“Jomin—lick up everything you spilled here.”

“Yes.”

Jomin, clearly curious, buried her face ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in the sheets and tasted. Then she, too, began greedily sucking it down.

I smirked. Joa was already returning.

“Lie down over there. Once Jomin finishes licking, I’ll press your pussies together.”

“Yes.”

No more shyness. She lay down at once. I went to her, folded her legs back against her sides until she was spread in a wide M. My name was visible on her skin; her pure white pussy fluttered open. Still kneeling, I rolled her fully erect clit between my fingers.

“Hahk—”

Milk was already leaking from her newly swollen D-cup breasts. Thirst hit me hard. I sealed my mouth over one and drank deep. The flavor was slightly different from the others—a different nuttiness, a different sweetness, a different fruit note. Every woman’s milk had its own character. Constellation-grade milk tasted even better.

Suck… suck…

“Aahng… Master. This is yours too, Master.”

I looked up and nodded; Joa smiled shyly. My thirst was fierce—I drained a full liter in moments, then bit down on her right breast and kept going.

Suck… gulp… gulp…

“Haang…”

No other caress, yet her pussy grew wet simply from the sensation of being nursed. When the milk finally ran dry, I crawled over to Jomin—still kneeling—and bit into her breasts one after the other.

“Haah… Delicious. Jomin, lie on top of your sister now. Align your pussies. Lace your fingers together. Fold your legs the same way so your feet meet.”

“Yes.”

Jomin didn’t hesitate. She settled on top of Joa; their hands found each other. She folded her legs. Looking down at the spectacle, I couldn’t help a low sound of admiration.

Sister stack. The raw temptation of twin sisters stacked like a rice bowl drew me forward. I drove hard into Joa’s pussy underneath.

A Hyeon-ju-class Myeong-gi clamped around my cock at once, flooding me with pleasure.

“Haang!!! Master…”

“Once you’re used to it, this level of pleasure won’t hit as hard. Enjoy it fully while you can.”

“Yes…”

I skipped the Spinning and simply pounded her fast.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Both of them shook. Joa wasn’t the only one crying out—Jomin’s voice rose too. I deliberately dragged the shaft of my cock through the cleft of Jomin’s pussy on every stroke, coating myself in her juices.

“Haang!!!”

“Aaang!! Master, it feels so good. The stack!!!!”

The characters “Kim Ian” written across Jomin’s tailbone… for a moment I wondered if I should have made them larger, then shook my head.

I pulled free of Joa with a wet pop and immediately slammed into Jomin.

“Haaaaa!!!! Master!!!”

“Ahk!!!”

My balls slapped against Joa’s pussy with every thrust. Jomin’s walls clamped down just as tight. Fullness surged through me.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

“Haaaang!!!”

The tremor of an approaching climax. I felt it and pulled out again. From then on I alternated—five strokes each, top and bottom.

“Haang haang—”

“Aaaang!!!”

Sister stack. Twin sister stack. The sheer mental satisfaction of it pushed me to the edge as well. When Jomin’s pussy clenched hard around me at the peak, I came inside her first.

Psssh—

“Ah!!!”

“From now on, Jomin is the older sister and Joa is the younger. That’s my preference—no arguments.”

Twins. East and West couldn’t even agree on who counted as older. I decided I could set the order however I liked.

“Yes… Master.”

Joa looked up at me with a bright, unbothered smile, as if the whole question meant nothing. It pleased me.

Halfway through the climax I pulled free, drove into Joa, and thrust a few more times until she peaked.

“Haaaaang!!! Big sister Jomin!!!!”

“Mm. Joa… mm.”

Without being told, Jomin kissed her. That was why she was the older sister.

Psssh—

I released the rest of what I’d been holding back, caressing their soft bodies until the climax finally ended.

I pulled free with a wet sound.

“Jomin, turn around. Put your mouths on each other’s pussies and suck out the semen.”

“Mm… yes…”

Jomin’s face was pure lewdness as she spun around and sealed her mouth over Joa’s pussy. Joa met the approaching folds with her tongue and savored the taste.

Mm… slurp…

I smirked, pulled out a wet wipe, cleaned my cock and body, then pushed the curtain aside and stepped out.

My clone was slumped against the wall, completely spent. Around him sat the well-fed lionesses, fully dressed again, rubbing their bellies.

“What?”

“Both of them were Myeong-gi. A little short of Eun-hee, but still. And they’d already studied the bedroom arts, so…”

Myeong-gi? If I were still grinding for Vitality trait levels I might have claimed them, but I’d already made my decision and given my word. I’d encounter plenty of Myeong-gi in this life. If they fell short of Eun-hee, I had no particular urge to take them.

“What, you couldn’t even make them come once?”

“Of course I sent them twice each. But Brother’s semen…”

“Ah!!!”

I burst out laughing. The women had already recovered their stamina. My clone had brought them to climax twice apiece, but without the Vitality Blessing he couldn’t keep going much longer.

Even after seeing my massive cock, the women still couldn’t tear their eyes off the clone. The look of women in love.

“Thank you, Master. Our bodies are clean now. Even our hymens…”

“Good.”

When their bodies had been remodeled, the hymens had been deliberately restored.

“You’ll hold the opening ceremony once you’re back?”

“…Yes.”

My clone nodded, pride clearly wounded. I laughed, got dressed, and tossed the Jo sisters’ clothes in through the curtain.