Emily: Into the Forbidden Zone

"Honey. Are you going to the bank tomorrow morning?"

With one arm pinned beneath Emily, I kneaded her breast; with the other I worked Hye-yun's. Emily still had a slight edge in size, but Hye-yun's were growing at a rate that would take her all the way to an F-cup.

"Have to. Walk in at nine sharp, no waiting, get it done fast."

"Hmm. Then I'll take Jeong-mi, Emily, Poppy, and Pomi down to the district office."

"What about the polygamy deposit?"

"Jeong-mi's got three billion won in savings — we'll use that for now. As long as she's the second one to file, we're fine."

The polygamy deposit. To register a polygamous household you had to prove assets of one billion for three or more partners, three billion for five or more. Ten or more required ten billion. A world where you couldn't even build a harem without money — I could only laugh.

"Alright. Do it that way."

"Have you figured out everything you need to handle?"

"Yeah. I don't have a Citizen Bank account yet, so — bankbook, Citizen Securities account, online and phone trading setup, credit card. That about covers it."

"Honey. When you apply for the credit card, ask for a Black Card. I think they'll give you one."

Black Card? I blinked, momentarily lost.

"Black Card?"

Emily answered for her.

"Honey, it's a VIP card issued to the wealthy upper class. The American Express Black Card is the most famous, but the requirements are brutal."

"Right. Honey, just flashing a Black Card is enough to prove your net worth. Even Jeong-mi can only dream of one. Citizen Bank is Korea's number-one bank — walk around with their Black Card in your wallet and nobody will dare look down on you."

"Hmm. Got it."

Hye-yun nodded, then hesitated a beat before continuing.

"And honey — the second I finish the marriage registration, I'll call you. If they issue the Black Card, get a spouse card for me too. I'm not going to use it. Just for the flex."

"What, you think that's hard?"

Hye-yun kept going.

"Also, Mom already ordered a car for me. They're supposed to deliver it this week — a mid-size German sedan from MB. You take that one. I'll buy myself something cute later, like a Mini."

So Jeong-mi had planned to gift Hye-yun a foreign car as her first vehicle. Given how much love she poured into her daughter, of course she had.

"Huh? Ha… alright. How did you even know I have a license?"

"Hehe. I looked through your wallet once. Saw the driver's license right next to your ID."

"Ah… right. Don't worry, it's not a paper license collecting dust. I got it last summer so I could do delivery gigs."

Having a car wouldn't hurt. It felt a little extravagant, but money was about to start pouring in — living like a miser was the last thing I wanted.

"Honey. I can drive too, right?"

"Sure. You're a wife too."

Hye-yun's skin was a touch softer — a racial difference, probably. I raised my index fingers and teased both their breasts.

"Haahng. Honey."

Feeling Hye-yun's pussy chew on me without rest, I let myself drift back through those long five years.

"Hmm? What is it?"

"Tomorrow I'll take Jeong-mi's car to Yeouido and wait in the public parking lot. Come meet me there."

"Alright. Emily, you and I will go on a date next time. Tomorrow is my first date with Hye-yun."

"Ah… yes, honey."

"Hye-yun, how is it — the cock plug? Nice talking with it still in?"

"Yeah. Emily keeps nipping at it so gently it feels amazing. I think I'm getting addicted. I want to sleep like this with Jeong-mi every night."

"Good."

I smirked.

It felt too good. Lying here, feeling Hye-yun's pussy again after all that time. Wang Yeon on the other side had her own maternal warmth, sure — but Hye-yun still won by a landslide.

Beep-beep-beep. Beep-beep-beep.

The clock hit nine. Apparently we'd fallen asleep with the cock plug still in place. I reached out, killed the alarm, and the women began to stir. They shifted, felt the cock inside them, and whimpered.

"Haahng. Honey. Bath?"

"Yeah."

Emily squirmed with a faint moan of her own. I pulled free of Hye-yun's pussy.

Pop.

Semen spilled out in a thick trickle — I'd come in my sleep. Hye-yun's nostrils flared; Emily twisted around to look.

"Honey. Come out of the bathroom all pretty and transformed. I can't wait to see your girl form."

"Hmm? If you don't take the Penis Band off before I come out, you're getting punished."

"Tch. Fine."

Hye-yun nodded. I stepped into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let my thoughts wander.

U-hui? Hang-jeok with the cock removed?

U-hui's form had been breathtaking. I'd always thought Hang-jeok was the most beautiful — but U-hui shattered that ceiling. I shook my head.

Jini's counsel, right on cue. She had a point. I still had two Dimension Transfer Documents left — enough to set up U-hui too — but I was short on avatar bodies. Hang-jeok was already scheduled for summoning after the trip to America, so I fixed her image in my mind and focused on the transformation trait.

Whoosh.

I configured a fully female form with the cock erased. The mirror showed me what I'd become. Height stretched to 185 centimeters; breasts swelled to the size of watermelons.

They jutted out. They swayed.

No matter how many times I did this, the body never felt natural. Pink areolae. A clean, bare white pussy. The thought that in a few days I'd have this woman pinned under me was deeply satisfying.

From Subspace I pulled a sports bra ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and panties sized for Hang-jeok, along with modern clothes. A-Mart would obviously be closed, so I'd stocked up in advance — Hang-jeok's and U-hui's wardrobes filled the space.

I dried off and pulled on the sports bra and panties. A flicker of self-loathing hit me, but the thought of how much Hye-yun would love this carried me through the rest of the outfit.

If I don't summon her for a long time, will she show up as missing or something?

That settled it. I wanted Hye-yun, at least, to know the truth.

I summoned the Dimension Transfer Document. A black scroll of parchment appeared, tightly rolled. The information flooding in confirmed what I'd seen while searching the Three Kingdoms figures earlier — this was an extraordinary object. Something that touched the Akashic Records, the archive of the universe itself. I felt the Constellation's power all over again as I held the document and hesitated.

Yes. I trust you, Jini.

I trusted her and tore the Dimension Transfer Document. Riiip. The parchment split with unnatural ease — sheepskin shouldn't tear that cleanly — but thinking of Hang-jeok's power, I just smirked.

Light flared through Hang-jeok's body. The world's time stopped. Information poured into my head; I sorted through it piece by piece. Once it settled, time resumed its flow.

Insane…

Twenty point one billion? They'd laundered money floating around online from dead owners and set it as the estate of her fictional parents. Inheritance tax had supposedly taken forty percent — and she still had 20.1 billion left.

I'll dump all of this into mutual funds. She'll have a securities account too.

And I'd need to summon her the moment I got back from LA. I'd wanted her at orientation, but I wasn't ready to handle her yet.

I nodded. In this world, Hang-jeok was male. Even the dual-sexed Hang-jeok of the other world had been too much to handle, which was why I'd made her a newborn — and she was still going to go completely berserk. An Absolute Obedience Contract? How do you stop a human weapon in a full-blown rage? It wouldn't even register.

I smirked and dressed in sequence: bra, panties, T-shirt, track pants. I pulled out a bag, set up three bath baskets, left them in the bathroom, and stepped out.

Two pairs of startled eyes met mine. Emily especially looked dazed by the information flooding into her head. She knew Lee Ha-yun as one of Ian's women — and here I was, wearing that face.

Hye-yun smiled gently and whispered into Emily's confused ear.

Honey has a lot of strange things about him. Just roll with it. Consider yourself lucky. You're the third woman ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who knows his secret.

Yes.

"Honey. You're using summoning magic to turn this Lee Ha-yun into a real person?"

Hye-yun came closer, looking me over with open fascination.

"Yeah."

The voice was female, but a low, rich register underpinned it — pleasant to hear. Hye-yun beamed and linked her arm through mine.

I didn't bother explaining that Lee Ha-yun's soul was a copy of Hang-jeok's soul as preserved in the Akashic Records. Gender-bending her just to fuck her sounded too perverted to say out loud.

Could I do the same with Jo Un, Jang Bi, even Jang Saeng?

Three Kingdoms figures and Korea's ancient heroes flickered through my mind. I shook ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my head. They might help a little with what was coming in five years, but they were people of this 1118 world — completely unable to use mana. Not much use. Better to bring Zhuge Liang or Jia Xu.

"You came out dressed."

"What for? We'll see everything at the bathhouse anyway. Be careful."

"Yeah. So where does this woman rank?"

"After Emily. Fourth wife."

Hye-yun, A-jeong, Emily, Ha-yun… plenty of wives and wife-designates already. I hadn't particularly wanted to become a woman, but I wasn't about to miss the chance to go to the women's bath with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hye-yun.

"Honey. We'll just rinse down below and come out. Can't have semen floating around the bathhouse."

"Alright."

Fair enough. I sat back down at the desk, opened the laptop, and began reviewing the women I'd met in the Three Kingdoms world in detail.

Understood.

Still — the women I'd acquired were spectacular. The strategist line of Jia Xu, Zhou Yu, and Guo Jia. The general line of Guan Yu, Jang Bi, Jo Un, Dian Wei, Hwang Chung, Gao Shun, and Zhang Liao. The scholar line of No Sik, Zhong Yao, Chen Ji, and the Xun sisters. And the beauty line of Diao Chan, Lady Zou, and the rest — not particularly useful, but pretty enough to keep.

Then, mid-search, I realized another beauty was already within reach. My aunt was the mother of Empress Wenzhao. She hadn't been born yet, of course — but Lady Zhen, the woman both Cao Cao and Cao Pi had coveted. My uncle's name matched the historical record perfectly. Great-aunt Zhang Lian. A brief note that Zhen Yi's wife was a Zhang.

Huh…

Given what netizens said about the Xia and Zhen clans producing the greatest beauties of the Three Kingdoms era, she was almost certainly extraordinary.

I should tell Yeon to keep writing letters. Knowing Aunt's personality, she'll fight with Zhen Yi and leave him soon enough — after she's pregnant with Lady Zhen, of course…

Ah…

Frustrating. The fear that she might arrive unborn — or that I'd leave her behind — nagged at me.

Hmm? Zhao A is in the records too?

Searching through the maidservant lines, I found even Zhao A listed — mother of Pang Yu, the formidable woman who avenged her husband. Pang Yu would never be born now. Same for the children of No Sik and the others.

Well… if it's a son, they can just take the mother's surname.

I was still turning that over when the bath door opened. The women emerged, pulled on their clothes, and Hye-yun tapped my shoulder.

"Ha-yun. Let's go."

"Hmm?"

"Call me unnie. Say unnie."

I almost laughed out loud — but Hye-yun's absolute confidence made me nod.

"Yes. Hye-yun un-nie!"

"Me too, me too! Ha-yun, call me unnie too!!!"

Emily latched onto my left arm and looked up. The moment I called Hye-yun unnie, she squeezed even tighter.

"Yes. Emily un-nie!"

"Hohoho. Let's go."

Hye-yun hooked a bath basket over her arm and handed one to me. Three towels were stacked on top of each basket, which struck me as odd.

"Why the towels?"

"The women's bath only gives you two towels. You didn't know?"

"No."