Side Story: Clone 1 — Lee Jun-hee, Oh? She's Coming on Her Own?

Status Window.

Master (Kim Ian) had left Unit 401.

And the sheer absurdity of the traits listed in the Status Window left me staring blankly at the black scroll in my hands. Jini’s voice drifted into my mind, calmly explaining what the scroll was.

Three of these scrolls had been the reward for killing that woman, Jeo Yeon—Zhang Yan. The mission summary had given only a brief description at the time, but this was no ordinary item.

Hmm… so how do I set this up?

I nodded at Jini’s suggestion.

Becoming a clone, though, had left me with one lingering regret. The memory of Master taking both Lady Go Sun-ma and Lady Jang Hwa at the same time was still vivid—because I had only been separated after arriving here, every last detail of that scene had transferred intact.

“Can you set me up with a double penis? I don’t want random women showing up that I have no memory of… so make it that I’m a virgin who’s too embarrassed about the double penis to ever have done anything.”

Master was me, and I was Master. If I found it entertaining, of course he would too.

I grinned and ripped the scroll apart.

Riiip.

The black scroll tore with a soft, almost silky resistance, flared with light, and vanished. Light washed over my body, and then the memories flooded in.

Name: Lee Kang-ho (James Lee)

Date of Birth: June 12, 1984

Family: Orphan (virtual parents killed in a traffic accident last October)

Place of Birth: Los Angeles

Nationality: Dual Korean–American citizenship. Returned to Korea last November and filed for restoration of Korean nationality.

Assets: 13 billion won (laundered ownerless funds from the deceased, registered under the parents’ names, inheritance taxes paid in full in the United States—clean money).

— Funds earmarked for polygamy documentation (100 billion for ten or more wives).

Current Address: Unit 1005, Building 5, Muak Mirae Apartments, Muak-dong, Jung-gu, Seoul.

Physique: 188 cm, 26 cm (19 cm) × 2

On top of that came the memory of a Level 12 talent for tattooing, plus the recollection of running a tattoo shop in LA as a hobby.

Heh heh heh. Guess I’ll be the one personally inking every last bitch myself.

I sorted the tattooing knowledge first, then calmly organized the rest of my new identity. A perfect cover had been established.

One moment I had been standing in Master’s one-room apartment; the next I was in the living room of some other unit. Apparently I had bought the place the moment I arrived in Korea… and it just so happened to be right next ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠door to Gi-hun’s.

Unit 1003 was Kim Gi-hun’s. This building had no Unit 4 line, so 1005 sat immediately beside 1003.

Huh…

I rose from the sofa, picked up the wallet lying on the table in front of me, and checked the ID. A flawless resident registration card, plus both Korean and American driver’s licenses.

I couldn’t help a dry laugh. Something straight out of a fairy tale had just happened.

White T-shirt, black shorts. I smirked, then leaned back against the sofa again.

That was when the intercom chimed.

Briiing-briiing.

The screen lit up, and Gi-hun’s mother appeared.

Why is she here?

Her expression was frantic, like something was chasing her. I answered at once.

“Yes?”

“Please open the door. My husband… hurry—”

The word “husband,” and a closer look at the screen showed her face was slightly swollen. I hit the unlock button. The front door clicked open, then shut again a moment later.

Had she fought with her husband? Well, their only son was in juvenile detention—hardly surprising if things had gone south.

I walked to the entryway.

There sat Gi-hun’s mother, completely naked, crumpled on the floor and sobbing.

Things were resolving themselves so easily I could only stare in blank astonishment.

Thud. Thud.

“Hic… that bastard…”

As I approached, I saw the angry red welts rising across her back.

Pitiful?

I smiled—careful to keep it out of her line of sight—and my reflection in the entryway mirror caught the expression: cruel, predatory.

I stepped closer. She flinched and tried to cover herself.

“Hic… I’m so sorry. But if you have something I could cover up with…”

“Sure.”

I ducked into the small side room, grabbed a white T-shirt and a pair of white shorts, and held them out to her. She reached for them, then hesitated. I turned my back.

“Hic… thank you.”

The rustle of fabric filled the entryway, then fell silent once she was dressed. When I turned around again she was still hovering there, face flushed, too embarrassed to step inside.

“Come in.”

I left her with those words and headed for the kitchen, poured a cup of the coffee that was already brewed, and carried it back to the living room. By then she had settled on the sofa, face buried in her hands. I held the cup out.

“Drink.”

“…Thank you.”

She was a different class entirely from Bomi or Bosuni. Money had given her a certain refined air, and her looks easily cleared the upper-middle bar. She didn’t quite reach the level of Hyeong-cheol’s or A-jeong’s mothers, but she had a soft, plush face and a body to match.

The areolae faintly visible through the white T-shirt, the axe-cut outline of her sex under the thin shorts—both were deeply satisfying.

A capsule? No. This one’s already shoving her body at me, begging to be eaten… heh.

Master had given me two of the precious Body-Scent capsules. Only four remained in total now; I wasn’t about to waste one. I forced my arousal down as best I could and sat beside her. Even the slight shift in personality that had come with Lee Kang-ho’s memories felt right.

A man whose lust constantly boiled, yet who had never been able to satisfy it because of the “disability” of a double penis. Kang-ho had spent his life relieving himself with videos—mostly hardcore SM.

Hmm. Short hair, early forties, but she looked mid-thirties. The elegant, composed woman who used to visit the school was a far cry from the naked, trembling creature in front of me now.

Shall I reel her in properly?

“Forgive me for asking, but… may I know what happened?”

“Hic… Yes. I have a son. He’s in juvenile hall. My husband and I were already on bad terms, and after ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that he just drank and screamed at me nonstop, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so I told him I wanted a divorce. Just now.”

As expected. The son’s trouble had cracked the marriage wide open. People said divorce came easily in cases like this, but this was the first time I’d actually watched it happen up close. I put on a sympathetic face—Acting trait fully engaged—and nodded.

“Ah… so that’s why I never saw your son around.”

“Yes. The second I said the word divorce he tore my clothes off. Tried to rape me… hic.”

“God… and he hit you as well?”

I reached out and gently brushed the swollen cheek. She flinched, yet made no move to pull away, only nodded.

“Yes. When I fought back he slapped me, so I punched him in the crotch. That got me free long enough to hit him again when he struck my back, and then I ran.”

“You did the right thing. What’s your name?”

My hand now fully cupped her cheek; still she didn’t refuse. At the question her eyes trembled for a moment before she answered.

“Lee Jun-hee.”

“Jun-hee. Who the hell hits a woman this pretty… tsk.”

The compliment flushed her face. Permission granted, then?

She caught the wrist that was stroking her cheek.

“Y-you shouldn’t get involved with an ajumma like me. You still look so young…”

“Ah… but you’re beautiful. Far too good for someone with a disability like mine.”

“What?”

“I have two cocks. So I’ve never been with a woman. They all run away…”

I let my expression sink into quiet gloom—just enough to stir pity, just enough to wake the maternal instinct. The strength left her grip. Her gaze dropped to my lower abdomen and her eyes went wide.

The twin outlines straining against both thighs were unmistakable. Her cheeks burned even hotter. Whatever her husband had done moments earlier seemed forgotten; she swallowed hard.

“I… I feel like I’m taking advantage of the situation, but…”

I hesitated, dropping my gaze. Silence stretched between us.

Then her hands rose and cupped both of my cheeks.

“Would someone like me even be all right?”

“Really?”

She was smiling—warm, soft. If not for the swollen cheek it would have been perfect.

“Yes. It’s shameless of me, but every time I saw you my heart raced.”

“What?”

This body was handsome, true. It had taken my original looks, mixed in the cover-model beauty from the scenario, and kept only the best of both. Slot Six’s pretty-boy face and Slot Seven’s beastly masculinity—both were the kind of looks you might never see again in a lifetime, just different flavors of the same excess.

“Th-that’s why I rang this doorbell while I was running naked.”

“Ah… and it doesn’t matter that I have two cocks?”

Color flooded her face; she nodded.

“Yes.”

“Even if my tastes run a little hard?”

“That… yes.”

My most earnest, pleading expression. She looked into my eyes and nodded again.

She really had liked me. That was why everything was falling into place so smoothly.

“Then is it all right if I drop the formal speech?”

“Yes. Please do.”

I smiled brightly. Relief washed over her. The way her eyes curved, the soft aegyo-sal that rose beneath them—suddenly she looked sexy as hell.

“Jun-hee. Thank you. I liked you every time I saw you too. Besides the hard stuff, I’ve always had a thing for women your age.”

I poured the sweet talk on thick. Jun-hee’s smile grew even brighter. I took both her cheeks in my hands.

“Really?”

“Yeah. But did you honestly like me?”

She nodded.

“Yes. My son keeps causing trouble and ends up in juvie, my husband’s an alcoholic who only knows how to scream… I was so depressed. But after you moved in, just seeing your face made me feel better…”

I had given my name once when I moved in; she had remembered it. So it was the truth. Inside I sneered at her, but my face—thanks to the Acting trait—wore pure, radiant joy.

“Ah… Jun-hee. My sex drive’s strong, though. You might not be able to handle it…”

“Y-you can see other women too. For an ajumma like me, just being held by you is enough.”

Her eyes trembled as she essentially green-lit polygamy. Marriage registration, though—she didn’t seem ready for that yet. If I wanted to keep her, I needed something firmer.

“Get divorced. I’ll file the marriage papers with you right away.”

“What…? Kang-ho, are you serious?”

She lifted her head in shock; moisture gathered at the corners of her eyes. She really had been nursing a one-sided crush every time she looked at me.

“I am.”

“Th-then… what about my younger sister and my niece? You’ve seen them before.”

Huh?

What the hell was this? For a second my thoughts short-circuited.

“Ah… the ajumma who looks like you, and the girl in her twenties?”

“Yes. Both of them fell for you the moment they saw you. My sister’s divorced. My niece is still a virgin.”

“Hmm…”

I put on a thoughtful face. The whole situation was spinning so deliciously I was getting hard just from the conversation. She was volunteering a sister sandwich and a mother-daughter sandwich all on her own.

“The niece… isn’t really my type.”

Lie. She was exactly my type. In the memories the niece was quite the beauty—not quite actress level, but cute enough for an idol group. Thankfully she wasn’t Hye-yun-tier, so I wouldn’t have to offer her up to Master first. Still, I’d report her before tasting her, just to be safe.

“Kang-ho… I was going to introduce you to my niece anyway. She’s… developed a condition. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Superior… syndrome.”

“What?”

I nearly burst out laughing inside. Had I set the looks a little too high? A flicker of concern actually crossed my mind.

“Please… take A-yeong. And Seon-hui too.”

“Hmm… then A-yeong becomes the primary wife and you two become concubines? Even if she isn’t my type, offering up a virgin does change things…”

She nodded hard.

“Yes. I’ll use honorifics if you want.”

The moment I seemed to lean toward acceptance she scooted even closer, eyes sparkling.

“Hmm… let me explain my tastes first. I want to be respected by my women. Titles like ‘Master’ feel good. And I’m going to put a dog collar on your neck and make you live in it. Can you handle that? Can you watch your sister go through the same thing?”

“Th… yes.”

A flicker of panic, then her eyes dropped to my cocks and she nodded again.

“I’ll also mark you as mine with tattoos. And once we go into the master bedroom, I’m going to film us having sex.”

“What…? Yes. But M-Master… you won’t pass me around to other men, will you?”

As if. Just the thought of inviting other men made my stomach turn.

The Absolute Obedience Contract… that should work.

If the original body sat in a café and I made her shout “slave” in a foreign language from a nearby table, the contract would lock in.

Master has to come to this apartment around the twelfth anyway—to deal with the Aegwi and to take Yeong-ho’s mother…

“Of course not. I don’t have that kind of hobby. But I will put you in nothing but a coat and take you to restaurants, pull over on the highway and make you stand naked by the roadside for photos. I won’t share you, but I might mosaic your face and post those pictures online.”

In that instant the crotch of Jun-hee’s white shorts darkened with wetness.

So that was her kink. That was why she hadn’t flinched at any of it.

“Yes… that’s fine. Master.”

She was already calling me Master without the slightest hesitation.

Insane.

“I might even send the sex videos to your son.”

“That’s… fine. All the affection I had for that kid is already gone.”

Watching the wet patch spread even further, I finally let out a quiet snort of laughter. This woman got off on exposure—a pure masochist.

“Good. I like that. Jun-hee. Once I’ve fucked you, call the mother and daughter over. Let’s have the sister sandwich and the mother-daughter sandwich before the day is out.”

“Thank you, Master.”

She threw herself into my arms. Soft D-cup breasts pressed against me; she buried her face in my chest. I stroked her back and considered how best to cultivate this pervert.

If I rewrite her body with the talismans she’ll be even more worth eating… heh.

They were almost too good for a revenge target, but I had Rejuvenation Talismans, Coloring Talismans, and Depilation Talismans—twenty of each. I couldn’t turn her into a true Myeong-gi the way Master could, but even this much was more than enough.

And on top of that I already had permission for two virgin beauties…