Emily's Circumstances
Emily's Perspective
"Honey. Emily's also born in '84. She graduated last summer and got into Yeonseo University's International Studies department. She's been attending the language institute until now."
Hye-yun kept her arm linked through Emily's as she approached Ian, then slipped her free arm through his as she spoke.
Emily's nape flushed a vivid red.
She was a student who had fled to Korea on a kind of escape study-abroad. Sick to death of her tiresome family, she had needed to leave America simply to get away from her mother's boyfriend.
From the moment graduation approached the previous March she had researched countries worth studying in, finally narrowing it to Britain, Spain, and Korea before choosing Korea as her destination.
Just a moment ago I was still regretting it.
"Really?"
The low baritone voice pulled Emily out of her reverie. His handsome face began to fill her vision.
Thump-thump.
Her heart raced. She could not understand the emotion she was feeling. This unfamiliar sensation, this heart that pounded so differently from her usual self, left her flustered.
When Hye-yun spoke of her, Ian regarded Emily with open interest. The instant their eyes met, her heart hammered harder still; heat flooded her cheeks and she dropped her head.
And for reasons she could not name she felt her pussy growing wet, the pad already so soaked it felt heavy between her legs.
Is the succubus still there? No. This feeling is different.
The moment his hand had rested on her head earlier she had felt herself freed from the succubus. That was why the madly racing heart and this strange mood might not be heat at all—perhaps it was love—and the thought made her chest flutter even more violently.
Emily had never imagined she could feel love. Least of all in this distant foreign country. To confirm it she lifted her head and looked at him again; their eyes met once more.
"Hmm… Hye-yun, we should end the date here. My room—threesome with Emily and you?"
The moment their gazes locked she saw him smile with unmistakable meaning. The shocking words from his mouth sent her into a brief panic, yet her heart only raced harder and fresh love juices spilled from her pussy.
"Yeah, honey. We're dating again tomorrow anyway. Come on. I'm curious about Emily's body too."
—Korea is a country where polygamy is allowed.
That was all Hye-yun said as she took Emily's hand. Somehow Emily felt gratitude toward her and, without realizing it, bowed a full ninety degrees and thanked her.
"Threesome…?"
Instinctive rejection. Physical excitement. Caught in the gap between the two, Emily recalled her sexual fantasy: sex alone with a man, intimate and private. That had been her fantasy, yet Hye-yun's mention of polygamy made her happy and Ian's mention of a threesome made her wet.
She blankly repeated the word "threesome" while staring at Hye-yun.
"Why, you don't like it?"
At Hye-yun's cool tone Emily quickly shook her head.
"No. I'm fine."
Threesome ultimately meant he would sleep with her. When had she ever received such a proposition? Yet as she turned the words over she found herself gradually understanding their meaning—and looking forward to it.
It has to be the aftereffect of the succubus. Michael said so. Even after you're cured, a succubus leaves you lewd…
She resented herself for being this lewd, for being unable to refuse an open invitation to sex and to join a harem—polygamy—from a man and woman she had just met. What if Kim Ian thought of her as a slut? That worried her more than anything.
"What's Emily's full name?"
"Emily Hernandez."
His eyes held open curiosity. Ian stepped closer. Standing in a loose triangle, Emily thought she caught a scent from him; her nostrils flared and she drifted nearer still.
"Spain?"
The touch of his hand on her cheek brought relief; she looked up at him with loving eyes.
"No. LA, America. My mother is of Spanish descent."
Ian nodded.
"When did you meet Michael?"
"A few days ago. He approached me saying a ghost was attached."
"You believed that so easily? Were you possessed or something?"
Hye-yun asked, eyes wide with surprise and curiosity.
"No. Every time I woke up—whether from lewd dreams or heat—love juices overflowed all day long, so I lived in pads. After fretting a few days over the word 'ghost,' I contacted him yesterday."
"When did the heat start?"
"That… the day after I arrived in Korea. August 21st."
Thinking back, even her little sister's reaction no longer made sense. Mother had always been that kind of woman, but her sister's sudden change… perhaps the succubus had already controlled them in America. Still, the clear onset she herself felt began August 21st, so that was the answer she gave.
"Where do you live now?"
"I was in the dorm, but they said I moan in my sleep… so I rented a one-room near the west gate."
"Cancel the room. From now on you live with us."
"Yes…? Yes."
Hye-yun made the offer while looking straight at her; Emily nodded, secretly delighted. Korean rent was cheap compared to LA, yet as someone who had arrived nearly penniless even 350,000 won a month had been a burden.
"So why Korea?"
"I was going to study foreign languages and fell for Hangul. I studied Korean all through high school and came over."
"Future plans?"
"It was to go back to America and open a Korean language school… but now it's to become this man's wife."
"Hohoho. Well, polygamy is legal in Korea. Family?"
"My mother and little sister are in America."
"Is that so?"
Hye-yun smiled with quiet meaning.
Protagonist's Perspective
I asked about Emily and listened to her answers until, before I knew it, we had arrived at Hye-yun's villa.
We climbed to the fourth floor. From room 402 stepped a beauty on Hye-yun's level—long straight hair, small face, clear eyes, and striking looks.
"Huh? Hye-yun."
"Su-jeong unnie. Where are you going?"
"Ah. Classmates invited me for drinks. These people?"
Where Hye-yun was pure, this woman mixed cuteness and sexiness in equal measure.
"Honey, this is Kwon Su-jeong unnie. One year older, Economics at Yeonseo."
"Unnie, this is my boyfriend Kim Ian. He entered Yeonseo this year and will be living in 401—the room you used to have."
"Huh? Ah… class assignments aren't out yet, right? If it's Kim, I figure he'll be in Class A with me."
"Ah. I have an acquaintance, so I was put in Class G."
A shame. Same class would have given me plenty of chances to work on her.
"Ah. Yes. And this person?"
"Unnie, this is Emily Hernandez. Our honey's lover."
"Polygamy?"
Hye-yun smiled and nodded. Su-jeong nodded in turn, checked her watch, and waved.
"Hye-yun, see you next time. Ian-ssi too."
"Yes."
Kwon Su-jeong hurried down the stairs.
"She's pretty too."
"Right? Wonder why she didn't go Theater and Film. Looking at her clothes she seems loaded, yet she lives somewhere like this. Weird."
"Hmm… she must have her reasons."
I regretted not opening Soul Eyes to examine her. Still, I glanced once more at Emily, unlocked 401, and stepped inside.
I began stripping without hesitation. Behind me came the rustle of Hye-yun undressing, then the zipper of Emily's clothes as well.
Ziiip
"Honey, Emily and I will wash and come out."
"Okay."
I didn't bother looking back. Naked, I walked to the desk and opened the laptop. Once the OS booted I searched Three Kingdoms figures.
Wang Yeon
I ran Wang Yeon, Lee Jin, Jang Hwa, Seop Yeong and the rest through Naver; as expected, none appeared in the official histories. One by one I checked the other women I had claimed.
Guan Yu, Jang Bi, Jo Un—my mouth fell open at their recorded exploits. I kept going: No Sik, Jong Yo, Jin Gi. No Sik and Jong Yo I had more or less expected, but Jin Gi had almost nothing. Her daughter Jin Gun, however, was a jackpot.
Holy shit. Administration on the level of Xun Yu or Zhang Zhao…
I truly had been lucky in that world. Searching further names left me staring open-mouthed again.
Seop Ryo?
The orphaned child Seop Yeong had brought—searching her name produced no hollow laugh, only pure exasperation.
Jang Ryo? Lu Bu's? Cao Cao's that Jang Ryo?
Seop Ryo, who had changed her surname to Jang because of the Xiongnu threat. Reading her history was staggering. By pure record she was the finest strategist among the women I currently held. Hefei—the master of defense who had stopped Sun Quan himself.
While I was at it I searched Gao Shun as well, then closed the laptop.
Even Gao Shun… the Camp-Breaking Formation. What the hell happens to Lu Bu then…
Women's laughter and approaching footsteps reached me.
"Hoho. Do you wax every time?"
"Yes. I finally found a Brazilian place and keep it up."
Waxing? So not a natural white bush.
"Honey, Emily's shy, so I'll lay her on the bed first."
"Okay. I'll look the other way—get ready."
"Okay."
Bustling sounds came from the bed, then Hye-yun's clear voice.
"Master. You can turn around now. Emily—what I told you earlier?"
"Yes."
I turned. Both women knelt on the bed. Emily glanced once at my cock, flinched, then rose and bowed.
Skin like fresh white rice cake. Pink areolas—truly pink. Breasts that looked E-cup, height around 170 cm, hips that hit 39. A body that stopped thought. Her tightly closed, freshly waxed pussy looked clean and utterly fuckable.
"Master. I, Emily Hernandez, will become Kim Ian-nim's slave. Please accept me."
Time stopped.
How will you set Emily Hernandez?
Wife / Slave / Bitch
"Wife."
Setting Nine-tailed Fox tail.
Please perform body modification.
I stared blankly at the naked body the system had summoned before me. Large nose, large mouth, large eyes—features so sharp they almost hurt to look at. Sky-blue irises glittered with an otherworldly light.
I slipped a hand into her pussy first. Not a myeong-gi yet, regrettably, but it soon would be. Starting with the same Hyeon-ju-level myeong-gi I had given the other wives, I raced through the settings. After a moment's thought I added delayed aging; the points ran out.
Whoosh.
Time now flows.
I stepped forward and gently stroked Emily's hair. Her body trembled in soft waves.
"Yeah. You're wife rank. After Hye-yun and A-jeong—third wife."
"Thank you. Master… no—Honey."
She lifted her head; her gaze lingered on my cock a second, then she blushed and sank back to her knees.
"Honey, you'll take Emily first, right?"
"Yeah. Want her to suck you?"
Hye-yun shook her head hard.
"No. I'll suck every inch of you."
I nodded. Homosexual tastes were rising in her, but aside from Jeong-mi it still seemed too much. I respected her choice.
"Emily, lie on the bed for me? Legs spread, knees up."
"Yes…? Yes, Honey."
Cheeks scarlet, she covered them with her hands as she settled in the center of the bed. After a hesitant pause she spread her legs and raised her knees.
"Hmm. Honey, you're being awfully vanilla."
"I don't know her tastes yet. On your turn I'll give you the deulbak you love."
"Okay."
I moved between Emily's thighs, knelt, and stroked my cock. It hardened at once—yet something felt off.
"Huh? Honey… hasn't your cock gotten bigger?"
"Yeah…"
Fuck.
A curse rose from deep inside. The cock had finished growing—all the way to the complete 33 cm. Veins stood out more grotesquely than ever, the glans thicker. Soft, the jump from 18 cm to 21 cm had been easy to miss; erect, the difference was impossible to hide.
"Must be all the sex. Hidden length finally came out."
Hye-yun snickered and knelt beside Emily.
"Ugh. Yeah."
I had no choice but to agree. That meant every Penis Band had grown too. I briefly wondered whether Jeong-mi had gotten a shock.
Emily's eyes trembled without pause. She looked terrified. Hye-yun leaned in and stroked her hair.
"Shhh. Don't be afraid. Honey's cock never hurts a woman. I already explained."
"Th-that must be true… since you even get rid of ghosts…"
"Yeah. Calm down. The second that glans goes in, you'll become a body that can never leave our honey. Not just me—even my mom became someone who can't live without him after one night."
"What? Unnie's mother?"
Hye-yun smiled brightly and whispered something into Emily's ear. My enhanced hearing caught every word.
—After you do it, you'll want to bring your mom to Korea too. It's a blessing for a woman. You'll want to share this pleasure with her. I guarantee it. Secret, but our honey gets hardest for mother-daughter rice bowls. Next is sister rice bowls. You said you have a little sister?
—Yes. A fraternal twin sister.
—Wow. Congrats. Double rice-bowl champion. Honey's going to love you.
Emily's pupils shook violently. She clearly had no intention yet of dragging her mother and sister into this. Once she was impaled on my cock, though, her mind would change. I already pictured gathering her whole family and fucking them one after another.
Ugh. That pure face is turning so filthy… tsk.
Hye-yun's transformation was welcome and, at the same time, left me feeling faintly guilty.
I shook the thought off, then gripped Emily's thigh with my left hand. She flinched and trembled, looking down at me with those sky-blue eyes. When I took my cock in my right hand and laid the head against her clit, I felt her pussy flutter open.