Side Story: Clone Chapter 1 - Lee Jun-hee, Is It Really This Easy?
Even after she fainted, Jun-hee’s pussy and asshole kept chewing and milking away at my cocks.
I smirked, scooped her up, and carried her into the study. I powered on the computer and started converting the tape into digital files. Then I pulled the hottest shots, turned them into image files, and sent them to the printer.
The photo printer whirred and clattered noisily. Before long, more than twenty prints spilled out—everything from her bowing in submission to the moment she was skewered and screaming. I stacked them neatly and slipped them into an envelope.
Heh. Her own mother will go visit him in person and declare that she’s become the slave of a man his own age… while showing him the pictures.
A shame the prison wouldn’t let her play the video. After clearing it with Master, I’d print the photos and hit all three of those little bastards with the shock at once. The kids locked up in Gimcheon Juvenile Detention Center. They’d probably go insane and hang themselves the second the Aegwi whispered in their ears.
I carried her into the small room—the workshop. She was still out cold on the floor. If only the stamina recovery from my cum had been enough, she wouldn’t have slept this deeply… Just to be safe, I crushed a few sleeping pills into powder, pried her mouth open, and washed them down her throat with my spit.
Slurp…
“Mmmph…”
Gulp.
Once I was sure she’d swallowed the bitter powder, I laid her out on the workbench.
This body’s memories still held the art of tattooing. I’d told Jun-hee I wouldn’t ink her until after the divorce, but why the hell should I keep that promise? She was almost never going to see her husband again anyway. This body had reached the level of true artistry with tattoos—another little gift from the Constellations, no doubt.
I grinned, already sensing that Master’s bitches would be coming here soon. Poppy, Pomi, Posuni… and all the other bitches.
I strapped Jun-hee’s arms to the supports, then spread her legs and bound them the same way. She probably wouldn’t thrash hard enough to ruin the ink, but pain could make her twitch unconsciously.
“Heh. The Crotch Tattoo first, then my name under her tits. We’ll start there.”
I wanted to cover every inch of her—belly, nape, the whole body—but she still needed to function in society, so for now it would just be the Crotch Tattoo and the chest.
I opened the cabinet, pulled out the tattoo gun, and mixed the ink. A pink with a reddish cast…
Splish, splash.
I checked the color and nodded. It was a luminous, almost ethereal pink. I set the black ink for the name beside it and plugged the gun into the wall.
Whirrr.
No ink loaded yet, so only the needle flickered in and out—my enhanced vision catching every motion.
Ting-ting.
That crisp little sound and the perfect weight in my hand… I smirked, loaded the pink ink, and started sketching the Crotch Tattoo on her belly with a water-based pen.
A pink heart with elegant curves flaring left and right. The perfect shape of a Crotch Tattoo. Right in the center, the Hangul for Lee Kang-ho.
“Hmm… looks damn good.”
Time to ink.
I soaked a cotton pad in alcohol and carefully cleaned around the drawing. Then I took the gun, aimed at the very bottom tip of the heart, and pressed the tip to her skin.
She flinched at the cold metal.
I hooked my finger on the trigger and squeezed. A sharp ting ran through my fingertip. When I lifted the gun, a single pink dot remained.
“Heh heh heh…”
The raw flesh around the fresh tattoo had swollen. I had a special ointment ready; I spread it on carefully, then untied her restraints, scooped her into my arms, and carried her back to the bed.
I rolled her onto her side and carefully pushed both cocks into her asshole and pussy.
“Nngh!!!!”
In the mirror I could see her face twisted in pain even in sleep. She must have felt it; her features were knotted tight.
I slowly fed the cocks deeper until they bottomed out, then wrapped an arm around her belly. My hand felt every curve—and the slightly raised skin around the new tattoo.
It was perfect.
In the mirror: the Crotch Tattoo, and inside it the name Lee Kang-ho written in Hangul instead of Master’s usual style. I lifted one breast slightly. The elegant cursive beneath it was flawless too.
[Lee Kang-Ho's Sex Slave]
When she woke, the first thing she’d feel would be the heavy weight of my cocks buried in her pussy and ass. Then she’d see her own Crotch Tattoo reflected in the mirror. The three talismans had already been applied, so her cunt would soon be pristine again—exactly the kind of slave girl I preferred.
I must have dozed off. Jun-hee stirring in my arms woke me. I lifted my head and looked into the mirror. The swelling around the tattoo had gone down; she was gently stroking it with a complicated expression. Our eyes met.
“Master… while I was asleep… You said you wouldn’t do it yet…”
“Things just worked out that way. Just don’t meet your husband and it’s fine. So? You like it?”
Instead of answering she traced the name Lee Kang-ho with her fingertip. Then she quickly wiped the gloomy look off her face and forced a smile.
She nodded.
“Glad you like it. And it turned out pretty as hell. This is called a Crotch Tattoo. It’s basically a brand that says ‘sex slave,’ inked right over the womb. I’m also going to pierce your nipples, clit, and navel, so brace yourself.”
The piercing tools were already in the tattoo room, along with beautiful gold, silver, and platinum rings—some even set with jewels. They looked expensive.
“Yes. You… you won’t throw me away, right?”
“Yeah. You’re destined to stay skewered on me.”
She beamed. The promise that I wouldn’t discard her made her exhale in relief and smile properly.
I reached behind me, grabbed the phone, and handed it to her. Eleven at night. Late, but she took it and looked at me in the mirror with a puzzled expression.
“Call them. Seon-hui and A-yeong. Tell them that Kang-ho next door has agreed to take both of you—mother and daughter.”
“Ah… you’re going to claim both of them today too?”
“Yeah. Bitches who want to become slaves of their own free will? Of course I’m taking them.”
I pulled a card from my wallet and handed it over. She accepted it, started to dial, then looked at me again, confused.
“You won’t be able to go home until the divorce is final. Use that to buy yourself some clothes.”
“Ah… yes. But my sister and I are the same size, so I can just tell her to bring some over.”
She gazed at me with eyes full of emotion. I stroked the Crotch Tattoo on her belly. The pink ink had fully settled now, and it looked so fucking hot it made my cocks throb.
“I’ll call them.”
I nodded.
Still lying on her side, she opened the phone and started pressing buttons. When she moved to put it to her ear I whispered for her to put it on speaker. She did.
A latest-hit trot song blared as the ringtone.
Trot is banned from now on…
My artistic senses, trained on the music of other worlds, found it deeply offensive.
“Hello? Unnie?”
“Yeah. I’m getting a divorce, Seon-hui.”
Silence followed Jun-hee’s blunt announcement. Then a sweet young voice came through.
“Unnie, you made the right call. Are you short on money? Dump that bastard. What about Gi-hun?”
“That little shit isn’t my son either. I’m… in Kang-ho’s arms right now. Next door.”
“What!!!! Unnie!!!! You were supposed to introduce him to A-yeong!!!”
Shock flipped instantly into angry “Unnie!” So Seon-hui had fallen for my looks too. Jealousy poured through the speaker.
“Kang-ho says he’ll take you and A-yeong as well. Once I’m divorced I’m filing the marriage papers. You two can do it right away, right?”
“…Really?”
“4885 star. Our house password.”
I whispered it into her ear. Jun-hee nodded.
“Yeah. You know our place, right? Come to the house next door. Password is 4885*.”
“Okay. I’ll bring A-yeong.”
Her voice had turned urgent; I could hear her scrambling on the other end.
“Seon-hui. One condition… you have to treat A-yeong as your older sister. Can you do that?”
“…Yeah. But is Kang-ho… packing down there? Not just looks?”
“Yeah. Beyond anything you can imagine. Once you’re skewered on him you won’t be able to think about anything else.”
“Okay. Coming right now. Click.”
Classic married woman. Looks were secondary; the outline of my cock had already driven her crazy.
“You fell for the cock more than the face too, huh?”
“Yes. Your face is my ideal type, and the cock looks so thick and solid that… yes.”
My cocks swelled past full erection until they ached. Jun-hee’s body trembled around them.
“Haaah… Master… because I’m still impaled on them…”
“Yeah. Lie on your stomach. I’ll fuck you just like this.”
As she tried to roll over I rode the motion and settled on top of her. I planted my knees, crouched, and lifted her hips; her pussy clung and followed.
“Haaaang!!!”
“How is it? Hurting less now?”
“Yes. After keeping them inside for hours I think I’ve adjusted.”
Not really. It would take days of this kind of training before the pain truly vanished.
I smirked and dropped my hips, savoring the twin clenches.
Thud!!
“Aaang!!”
Her juices coated my cock in thick strands; her asshole was already leaking intestinal fluid to help the fucking. Satisfied, I started pounding down hard.
Thud-thud-thud
“Haaaang haang aaaang!!!! Mommy!!!!”
Thud-thud-thud
I was hammering her when my sharp ears caught the front door opening. Women’s voices drifted in.
They live close. Not even thirty minutes.
“Mom, is it true? Kang-ho’s really going to file the marriage papers?”
“Yes. Your aunt said it clearly—”
“Haaaaaaaa!!!!”
Jun-hee’s scream cut the conversation short. Footsteps approached. I confirmed the bedroom door was open and grinned.
I whispered into Jun-hee’s ear while staring at the doorway.
“They’re here. I heard the door. Lift your head and look at the bedroom door.”
“Haaaang… yes.”
She raised her head. I gripped her waist and kept slamming down.
Thud-thud-thud
“Haang!!! So good!!! Master!!!!”
Gulp.
Two women stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the bed. I smirked, crooked a finger, and beckoned them in.
“Come in. Strip everything off and get on the bed. The marriage registration forms are on the table over there, so don’t worry about that.”
“Th-that… yes.”
“Seon-hui… haaaang!!! Hurry up. Master is incredible.”
“Yeah, Unnie.”
She was a beauty—even more than Jun-hee. Not quite on the level of Madam Jeong-mi or Madam Hyeon-ju, but easily pretty enough to have men trailing after her. And seeing A-yeong in the flesh was even better.
I lifted my phone, snapped a photo, and immediately sent a photo-mail to Master.
I grinned at Master’s reply. Borderline? They looked like they could debut in a girl group. Well… they still fell short of Madam Jeong-mi. And stopping me from moving on the teacher bitches was unexpected. Something must have come up.
Rustle…
Mother and daughter peeling off their clothes. Finally I was going to get a mother-daughter double helping. Plenty of those memories existed, of course, but those were Master’s. I’d already tasted the sister double with Yeon-hwa and Yeon-ji, so I knew how good it was—and my cocks throbbed even harder.
Sister double and mother-daughter double. Master really was lucky, and that luck was flowing down to his clone too.
Thud-thud-thud
“Haaaang!!! Master, please don’t throw me away.”
“I already told you I won’t. But you’re older, so you’re ranked below Seon-hui.”
“Yesh… haaaang… Master, I’m coming!!!!”
I still wasn’t close to cumming. But with two more female bodies now scheduled, I smirked and pulled my cocks free.
Pop-pop.
Two naked women stood staring with wide, startled eyes. A-yeong’s pure white pussy made me especially happy; my cocks jerked.
“There are… two of them… and that size… is that even possible?”
“Mom… Auntie took them both. We’ll manage.”
I grinned and whispered into Jun-hee’s ear.
“Teach them the submission declaration. The second I walk back in, they declare.”
“Yes…”
I stroked her hair, then walked toward the two of them. Mother and daughter’s cheeks flushed scarlet.
“Both of you listen carefully to what Jun-hee tells you. I’m going to wash up and come back. Ah!!! From now on you always call me Master. Everywhere. Outside or inside. Got it?”
I caressed both of their cheeks as I spoke. They nodded.
Satisfied, I smiled and headed for the living-room bathroom.