Side Story: Clone Arc 1 — Lee Jun-hee, Too Easy Because She's a Masochist
Lee Jun-hee.
Born in ’61, that made her forty-one this year. (This world counted age by full years.)
D-cup breasts and hips around a thirty-six—almost perfectly my type of body.
Maybe I was luckier than Master; my first Bitch had turned out to be a mouthwatering piece of meat.
“Follow me. Strip everything off.”
I growled the command in a low, rumbling voice at Jun-hee, who had already shown her submissive streak.
She didn’t even flinch. Instead her eyes turned lewd and her pants grew even wetter.
Her face flushed so red the slight swelling on her cheek was invisible.
“Yes. Master…”
I stripped off my shirt and pants as well.
My body was reflected perfectly in the huge mirror fixed to one wall of the living room.
Whoa… Master really went all out making this one.
A beast of a man’s body—my first time seeing one like this.
Call it narcissism if you want; I couldn’t help it.
A truly handsome face. Sorry, Master, but this looks far surpassed his.
On top of that, the pectorals, trapezius, latissimus—every muscle developed without a single gap. A bodybuilder’s physique.
They looked heavy, yet because this body had learned martial arts, those same massive muscles could pour out power with lightning speed. Agile muscle.
With Divine Power 12 and these muscles, I might even be stronger than Master.
I turned sideways and checked the side muscles.
Master’s signature massive thighs and the rest of the muscle mass.
Even the calf muscles settled into a heart shape as if I’d been doing ssireum wrestling.
Perfect.
When I shoved down the short shorts, the Double Penis swung free with a heavy sway.
The memory of tasting Go-sun and Lady Jang Hwa’s pussies at the same time rose up.
A festival of overwhelming pleasure. Master fretted over appearances and tried not to use the Double Penis, but why waste something this good?
Behind the mirror, naked Jun-hee approached and stared blankly at my back.
Then, still dazed, she came closer and began stroking the erector spinae along my spine with soft hands.
“Ahh!!! Master. You’re really amazing.”
Suddenly I saw it in the mirror: thick juices dripping steadily through the dense hair between her legs.
“Doesn’t it look grotesque?”
“No. This is the fruit of hard work, Master…”
Hard work?
Well, Master’s body itself packed on muscle easily, and the years of delivery jobs and every kind of part-time work just to eat had built it. On top of that this was a manufactured body, so almost no real effort had gone into it. I let out a snort of laughter.
Before I knew it she was caressing my muscles with those soft hands and coming around in front of me.
D-cups, hips around thirty-six, height about five-five. I liked it.
“I’m going to fuck your Crotch Tattoo and engrave it myself. That okay with you?”
“Huh? Crotch Tattoo?”
She clearly didn’t know what it was.
I grinned and laid my hand on the area above her pussy, right over the womb.
She flinched.
She didn’t resist, just turned red.
“Right here. I’ll carve a pink heart and draw geometric lines like wings around it.”
I traced the lines across her belly with a finger.
She looked down blankly, watching.
Then I pointed to the center of the heart.
“And here I’ll write Lee Kang-ho. Branding you as mine.”
Lady Jini had set everything up perfectly.
The small room already held every tool needed for tattooing.
“Yes. If that’s what Master wants. But… after the divorce.”
“Ah!!!”
It would definitely be grounds for divorce.
If her husband ever found the Crotch Tattoo… but I didn’t see why I had to care about that. Still, to reassure her I nodded.
“Fine. After the divorce. For now that room over there is the master bedroom—go in. I’ll find the cameras and get them set up first.”
“Th… yes.”
She bowed her head and stayed down for a long time.
In the mirror I saw her gaze locked on my cocks. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
“Big, right? It’s going to hurt.”
“Yes… but it’ll feel good later, won’t it?”
“Yeah. I’ve heard once a woman gets fucked by a monster cock she can never leave.”
“Yes.”
She turned around. Whether from hard exercise or not, her ass was nicely lifted.
I went into the small room, grabbed the two cameras and two tripods sitting on the desk, and carried them into the master bedroom.
Finding Jun-hee already lying on the bed, I grinned and set one camera at the foot of the bed and one at the side.
I tore open two blank tapes and wrote on them with a marker.
[February 9, 2003, 5:00 PM. First Sex with Bitch Lee Jun-hee]
I loaded the tapes, pocketed the remote, and climbed onto the bed.
“Bow to me. Shout your name and my name, declare that you will become my Bitch, then keep your forehead pressed to the floor and wait. I’ll stroke you, and if I stroke you twice that means I’ve accepted you.”
I remembered the videos Lady Jeong-mi had received from a woman named Suk-ja.
They’d done the submission declaration exactly like this.
“Yes.”
I started both camcorders with the remote.
Whirr
Even though they were fairly high-end camcorders, the closed room let the sound of the tapes turning come through clearly.
Jun-hee rose and performed a full formal bow.
Her D-cup breasts swayed heavily; then she pressed her forehead to the mattress and cried out.
“I, Lee Jun-hee, will become Lee Kang-ho’s Bitch. Please accept me.”
I half expected Jini to appear, but of course there was no reaction. A little disappointing. Well…
I stepped forward and planted my right foot on her head.
Because it was a mattress I kept the pressure below the pain threshold, yet a moan still burst out of her.
“Haang…”
The pleasure of submitting to a man young enough to be her son? This bitch was definitely a masochist.
An exhibitionist masochist.
I rubbed my foot back and forth a few times, enjoying the feel of her hair, then switched to my left foot, stepped on her again, and stroked.
“Haaang.”
I could see her juices shooting onto the bed. Insane…
“Now shout your thanks for being accepted, kneel with your hands behind your back, grab both elbows, and crawl over. Kiss each of my cockheads once and shout, ‘Little Masters, please make me happy.’”
“Thank you for accepting me, Master.”
She knelt, sat back on her heels, and put her hands behind her.
Glossy eyes, panting mouth.
The face of a pervert who had already come just from submitting and being stepped on.
Then she stared blankly at my cocks, crawled forward, and kissed them.
Smack
Smack
“Little Masters… please make me happy.”
She gripped both cocks in her hands and slapped her forehead against them once each.
Thwack thwack
“Thank you.”
Deep-throating would be a little awkward with the Double Penis in the way.
So I decided to open both her pussy and asshole at the same time and gave the order.
“Lie down. Spread your legs. Knees up.”
“Yes.”
She lay back and slowly opened her legs.
At the lewd sight both cocks began to harden simultaneously. Her pupils trembled.
“M… Master. Please go slowly.”
I nodded.
The upper cock, fully erect, slapped against my belly while the lower one slapped against it.
Fuck… even looking again it’s still shocking.
She raised her knees and spread her legs wide open.
Slowly?
I snorted. You’re a target for revenge.
I’d go slow until I lifted her cervix for the first time, but after that why should I hold back? Once I started pounding she’d enjoy it more anyway.
Sadism.
Master kept a line out of concern for appearances, but did I need to? Once she got fucked it would become a reward instead.
Once I was inside I planned never to pull out for the rest of the day.
My semen volume was only a little higher than normal, so there was no need to pull out just to empty it.
She wouldn’t get hurt either.
I approached, knelt, and matched heights.
Then I wondered why I was doing it this way and brought a pillow over to her.
“Put this under your ass.”
“Yes.”
She lifted her hips, I slid the pillow under, and she settled back down. I grinned.
The hair was still too thick and ugly for me to feel like eating her out.
On that point my taste matched Master’s. Since shit wouldn’t stick to the cocks anyway, I just gripped both with both hands and lowered them.
I split her folds with the lower cock that had touched her clit, set it against her asshole, then lowered the upper cock and lined it up with her entrance.
“Haang… Master, you’re not seriously…?”
She flinched hard.
The cock prodding around her asshole had clearly startled her.
“Yeah. I’ve got a Double Penis, so both your holes get opened at once. We’ll keep it simple. Today I open you and we stay locked together. You need to get used to it.”
“Th… yes.”
I didn’t even know what expression I was making right now.
The acting trait had demanded a coercive face, but it mixed with the sadism boiling up inside me into something strange.
She trembled.
She flinched.
Her pussy was cleaner than I’d expected.
Definitely cleaner than Po-mi or Po-sun’s. The tips had darkened a little, but the shape was still intact.
I gripped her thigh with my left arm and aimed the lower cock at her asshole with my right hand.
Once the lower one went into the ass the upper would naturally sink into the pussy, so I focused more on the asshole and began pushing.
“Aaaagh!!!!”
Strong resistance.
But I gripped her thigh harder and shoved deeper. Her right leg and body thrashed. She looked down, eyes wide with horror, and tears started falling.
“Aaaagh!!! It hurts, Master. Slowly… please slowly…”
“Shut up. This is my first time so I don’t give a fuck. Want me to go harder?”
My growling voice rolled out; she flinched and shook her head.
Pitiful. Like a deer trembling before a predator—and that only fed my sadism more.
“Hic. No. Aaaagh!!!!”
Squelch squelch
I forced the sphincter hard; a fierce squeeze clamped around the head, and finally the glans popped into her asshole.
At the same moment the other glans sank into her pussy. I let go of the cocks and wrapped both arms around her thighs.
“Kh… nice. This squeeze.”
“Aaaagh!!! It hurts. It hurts, you bastard!!!!”
“Oh? Cursing?”
“Yes!!!! It hurts, hic hic.”
I released her arms, lowered my upper body, grabbed her face, and locked eyes with her.
No double eyelids, but large eyes. Tears kept streaming; her face was bright red and veins stood out on her neck.
The curse I’d just heard.
Hearing unexpected abuse only excited me more.
“What? Want me to pull out? Don’t want to be a slave?”
“That’s… it hurts. Even now, hic hic.”
She shook her head as if to say that wasn’t it.
“Fine. But you can keep cursing. Hearing you swear turns me on even more—looks like I’m a pervert just like you.”
“Yes…”
Her answering lips looked huge; I lowered my face and kissed them.
She responded.
Because I wasn’t moving she seemed to like it; she wrapped her arms around my head and kissed back eagerly.
Tongues came and went; the excitement climbed higher.
“Haa haa… Master. Slowly… slowly please.”
“Hmm. Should I?”
I didn’t give a clear answer.
I’d already decided to push in slowly until I was fully seated, after all.
After that I’d pound her without mercy, so I just gave a vague reply to her “slowly.”
When I raised my upper body again her breasts looked swollen and full. Dark reddish nipples. Those would get fixed soon enough too…
I gripped her thighs again and began pushing in slowly.
“Aaaagh!!!! It hurts. It hurts… hic… Mommy!!!!”
“Endure it. If you’re going to get trained here you have to take it once.”
“Yes… hic.”
She writhed in pain.
Was it because she was a target for revenge?
Or was I simply full of sadism to begin with?
Or was it the fabricated memories of Lee Kang-ho?
I didn’t know.
But the more she suffered, the more pure joy rose from deep inside me.
The cocks advanced slowly and finally reached the end of her vaginal walls.
I searched with the glans for the hidden passage leading to the cervix, found the gap, and gave a little extra force to push through.
“Aaaagh!!!! I said it hurts, you bastard!!!”
She sat up abruptly and wrapped her arms around my body.
Then she started pounding my back.
“This is the most important part. Womb sex.”
“Hic hic… it hurts. It really hurts. It hurts!!!”
I could gauge her pain from the way her whole body flinched and trembled.
I released her legs, wrapped my arms around her back, and stroked her gently to calm her.
She leaned against my chest, gasping for breath.
“Haa haa. Aaaagh!!!”
For her tight body this was a space she was meeting for the first time.
Her face twisted. This seemed to be the most painful part.
Still, with a wet squelch I entered that space, and the large glans detected two bulging spots.
Done. Now rest a bit, then stimulate her with Spinning to build the pleasure… and it’s over.
I grinned.
I held her and stood up from the bed.
Her trembling legs clamped hard around my hips.
“It hurts. Please.”
“I’m thirsty. Want me to pull out and start over from the beginning?”
She shook her head hard.
Even while gasping she clearly hated that idea.
Part of her S-shaped colon was already straightened.
The sphincter kept trying to push the cock out, squeezing it rhythmically, while her vagina had stopped all movement from tension and only contracted.
I stroked her back as I stepped down from the bed; I felt her put strength into her legs and brace herself.
Oh. Trying to reduce the pain inside her pussy that way?
I snorted a laugh, opened the small refrigerator in the master bedroom, and took out two water bottles.
I didn’t need to drink as much as Master; just enough to kill the thirst. I opened one bottle and handed it to Jun-hee first.
“Drink. If you keep gushing juices all day you might get dehydrated.”
“Yes. Haa.”
She took it and gulped it down; I opened the other and drank the cool water myself.