Go-Stop & Seotda
Ah. Double junk.
The card she slammed down was the very one I’d been angling to take first. Hye-rim caught the flustered look on my face and flashed a smug little grin that made me want to wipe it off her.
Wearing that victor’s smile, she reached triumphantly toward the center of the hwatu spread—then froze solid.
No way?
She set the card down among the growing pile of junk and her whole face twisted. Those full breasts heaved. Clearly furious, she snatched up the soju-beer mix beside her and knocked it back in a rush.
Gulp. Gulp.
“Kyaaah… Hye-yun, is there anything for the first ppeok?”
“Nope. We didn’t set that rule.”
This was a strip game. If we’d layered first-ppeok rules on top of everything else, the whole thing would’ve been over in a couple of hands. Just adding the Gwang-break rule had already sped things up enough.
Hye-yun shook her head with a smile. Hye-rim clutched her forehead. Hyeon-jin had been wearing a miserable expression for a while now; with nothing worth taking, she pulled one of her three bonus cards, laid it down, and drew a replacement from the deck. Her face stayed locked tight.
Neither of them had any business gambling. Hye-yun at least knew how to keep a poker face, but these so-called actresses couldn’t manage their expressions for a second once they saw their cards. One glance told you Hye-rim was holding something decent and Hyeon-jin was completely screwed.
This hand’s going to finish it. Three points, easy.
Sure enough, Hyeon-jin tossed a rain card and flipped—January Gwang. Nagari. Void hand.
Heh. Let’s end this in the opening round.
Of the three bonus cards, I was holding two.
“Well, well. Luck’s really on my side today. I’ll be taking both of these.”
I held the bonus cards up toward Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin.
“Tch… lucky bastard.”
Hye-rim stared at the two bonus cards with naked envy. I set both down and drew two from the deck—and a bomb completed itself. I already held three plum-blossom twos, and right there on the floor sat a plum blossom with a bird painted on it, plain as day.
I smirked, pulled the red-ribbon card first, and slammed January Gwang down. Then I flipped one from the deck—March Gwang. Not only that: I was one card away from finishing the red-ribbon set as well. Two Gwang, two red ribbons. One more round and this game was over.
“Yes!”
I clenched a fist and shouted it right at Hye-rim. The look of pure rot spreading across her face was deeply, deeply satisfying.
“Oh my. Gwang and the red ribbons?”
Hye-rim’s jaw dropped. Hyeon-jin went deathly pale and started hounding her.
“We’re in trouble, Hye-rim. Dump your cards.”
I didn’t even need to check their hands. Whether they ate junk or threw a bomb on the next pass, the game was finished either way. Even if the two of them teamed up, it was already over—unless Hye-rim flipped the whole table.
I leisurely stuck a junk card to my forehead.
“Well? How about it, noonas? Admit defeat and make your slave declarations.”
Hye-rim’s cards slipped from her fingers. Hyeon-jin stared at my forehead in shock. Then I showed them the bomb that had just landed in my hand, and Hyeon-jin threw her cards down and covered her face.
Hye-yun swept the blanket aside and collected the cards from me.
“Unnies. Rules are rules, right? Both of you, kneel in front of Ian and shout, ‘I am Kim Ian’s slave.’ Oppa gets five minutes to play with you two.”
“Yeah.”
Hyeon-jin’s face went rigid. Beside her, Hye-rim was huffing with pure rage—the contrast was almost comical.
“Haa. Fine. Just you wait for the next round.”
Hye-rim glared up at me, eyes blazing, and somehow it only made her look cute. Once the slave declarations were done, I could throw every hand after this without a care in the world. My mood loosened right up.
Hyeon-jin knelt in front of me without a word. A moment later Hye-rim dropped to her knees beside her.
“I, Park Hye-rim, am Kim Ian’s slave.”
“I, Jeong Hyeon-jin, am Kim Ian’s slave.”
They declared it together—Hye-rim spitting the words through gritted teeth, Hyeon-jin flushing crimson and delivering hers in a nasal mumble.
Then time stopped.
Hye-rim’s fierce, wide eyes still glaring. Hyeon-jin’s head bowed. Hye-yun covering her mouth, laughing.
Set both women to Wife rank? Or Slave rank?
“Wife rank.”
Nine-tailed Fox Tail granted.
Absolute Obedience Contract — Stage 12 activated.
Body configuration commencing.
I finished configuring them the same way I had with the other women—except the points ran dry the moment I tried to enlarge Hyeon-jin’s breasts any further.
Hmm. Other people’s eyes really do matter that much, huh?
Was there a single man in Korea who hadn’t stared at those chests? Trying to push any extra settings just dead-ended at the breasts. With Hye-rim, though, a fun idea hit me mid-configuration, so I meticulously set her erogenous zones—pussy, ass, throat—and cranked the sensitivity. Since I was going to ban any more nude scenes for them, I kept the tattoos small and hidden from public view, the way I’d done with Hye-yun.
Time started flowing again.
“Good. Come here, my little slaves. Kiss me, then both of you work my shoulders.”
“Ugh… Yes, Master.”
“Yes, Master.”
Both of them came toward me, and I could already see the slick trails of arousal running down their thighs. Another reminder of just how broken Chaehyang really was. I snapped my gaze over to Hye-yun.
“Hye-yun, time five minutes.”
“Got it.”
Hye-rim grabbed my cheeks with real force, planted a firm kiss on my mouth, then moved behind me and started kneading my shoulders. Soft lips. Park Hye-rim’s mouth on mine. My cock swelled hard and twitched. Then those soft hands settled on my shoulders—and whether she was pouring every ounce of feeling into it or not, she worked them hard, and it felt fantastic.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
“Ah, that’s good. Harder.”
“Nngh… Yes.”
She drove her elbows into my shoulders, but it only felt better. This body had been forged in the Three Kingdoms world and was packed with traits on top of that.
Then Hyeon-jin approached. She hesitated, so I reached out, caught her face, and watched her eyes fly wide in surprise. I pulled her in, kissed her, and let her go.
Damn. Getting kissed by both Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin…
The urge to slip my tongue in was strong, but the meal was already cooked. No need to rush and sour their feelings.
Knead. Knead.
Hyeon-jin’s gentle hands worked my right shoulder while Hye-rim kept driving her elbows into the left.
“Ah, perfect. Now, how should I handle the commands going forward… Actually—let’s raise the stakes starting next round. Agreed?”
“Hoho. Yes. And what do you plan to do if you lose, Mas-ter?”
Hye-rim seized my forearm in both hands and squeezed hard. Losing didn’t matter anymore, so I just smirked—which only seemed to piss her off more.
“Th-that… Yes.”
At the mention of raising the stakes, Hyeon-jin’s hands froze mid-massage.
“Oppa, you mean like… penetration?”
“Yeah. If I give a Command, you do it. Agreed, slaves?”
“Yes.”
Hyeon-jin pulled her hands off completely for a second—then, with her answer, they started moving again.
“Hoho. Yes. But can Master actually handle it? Since we’re already here, let’s bump the slave time for Seotda up to thirty minutes.”
“Hmm? Fine by me. Hyeon-jin, your grip’s too weak. Work it hard like Hye-rim.”
“Yes, Master.”
Hye-yun came over, laid out the hwatu cards, showed them to me and Hye-rim, and started sorting out the Seotda deck.
“Unnie, this one?”
“Yeah. Take that out.”
She stacked twenty cards, shuffled, spread the blanket in front of me again, and set them down.
“Master~ Let me shuffle the first hand, please?”
Desperate to win, Hye-rim suddenly pressed her chest against me, leaned her face right up to my ear, and poured on the aegyo. As the winner I had the right to shuffle, so I glanced at Hye-yun. She nodded.
“Fine. If our Hye-rim wants to, she can. But if you lose, you’re getting fucked first.”
“Hoho. You never know until you measure. If I win, I’m taking Hye-yun first.”
Suddenly Hyeon-jin’s hands clamped down with real force. The quiet, shy actress started huffing through her nose—jealousy, pure and simple.
So they really were dating.
“If I win, I’m telling Ian to put it in me first.”
Yeah. A star ought to have that kind of fire. Blind with jealousy, Hyeon-jin glared daggers at Hye-rim and snapped it out—and that was just fine with me.
“You—! …Haa. Fine.”
Hyeon-jin’s angry voice rang out in a high pitch. Hye-rim’s hands faltered in surprise, and a sigh brushed my shoulder.
So I just have to make sure Hye-rim doesn’t win.
Hye-yun was on my side. If Hyeon-jin won, she’d demand to be fucked first. If I won, I’d have thirty minutes to devour both Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin.
“Five minutes are up.”
“Ian, just you wait. I’m going to use you as my chair for thirty minutes.”
“Haha. You never know until you measure, right?”
Hye-rim clicked her tongue, scooped up the twenty hwatu cards, and went back to her seat. Hyeon-jin’s expression was coming into focus now—definitely not happy. She wouldn’t even look at Hye-rim, sulking and staring only at me.
I winked.
Hyeon-jin flushed and jerked her eyes toward Hye-yun. Hye-rim’s face twisted, so I winked at her too.
“You—that’s against the rules. Stop it.”
Hye-rim’s face went red as she turned her head and snapped.
“Oppa, me too.”
I winked at Hye-yun, and she broke into a bright smile.
Slap-slap-slap.
“Rules are thirty-eight Gwang-ttang, eighteen Gwang-ttang, thirteen Gwang-ttang, ttang, and kkeut only. No messy alri or any of that junk. All of it out.”
“Sure.”
Hye-rim declared it with a grim look fixed on me. I didn’t know Seotda that well, so I just nodded. At least I recognized thirty-eight and eighteen Gwang-ttang—that was something.
Hye-rim’s chest trembled as she shuffled, those big breasts swaying, and then she dealt one card each. This wasn’t a money game, so there was no dying—no folding out.
I picked up my card and checked it.
Oh. One-Gwang.
Pine and crane, the character for “Bright” clear on the face. I set it back down. Hye-rim didn’t check her own card before dealing the second round.
Everyone else’s expressions didn’t matter. Only Hye-rim’s did.
She set the remaining cards in the center, picked up her two, and her face lit up. I leisurely lifted mine—Eight-Gwang.
Eighteen Gwang-ttang.
Thirty-eight Gwang-ttang is dead. Heh… maybe she’s sitting on a ten-ttang?
I put on a grave expression as I looked at my cards, then scanned left and right. Hye-yun was blank-faced. Hyeon-jin looked deep in thought.
“I’ve got five-kkeut.”
Hyeon-jin set her cards in the center first, then clutched her head and bowed it.
“I’m on seven-kkeut.”
Hye-yun laid hers down and looked at me. Hye-rim studied my serious face, then slammed her cards down with a triumphant smile.
“Ten-ttang. Well? You lose. Get ready to be my chair.”
I took my cards, leaned right into Hye-rim’s space, and pressed them into her hand.
“Ahem. A slave shouldn’t be so shameless. Get on the bed and spread your pussy.”
She froze, flipped the cards open—and her eyes started shaking. Hyeon-jin had been holding the Three-Gwang, so the only winning hand left—eighteen Gwang-ttang—had never even crossed her mind.
“What—eighteen Gwang-ttang?! That’s cheating. One more hand. One hour on the line. Just you and me.”
“Ahem. A slave girl shuffles the deck herself and then talks like that?”
Hye-rim gathered the cards again and shot me a desperate look.
“Please. If I win, this hand is void. If I lose—one hour.”
“Hmm. Noona. Then we both put Hyeon-jin and Hye-yun on the line for this hand too. OK?”
Win or lose, it didn’t really matter to me—but she was begging this hard, so I decided to play along. Just to keep it interesting, I demanded she stake Hyeon-jin while I staked Hye-yun. She took it immediately.
“…Fine. Hyeon-jin, you agree?”
Hyeon-jin’s eyes were trembling hard. Anxious. But under Hye-rim’s pleading gaze, she nodded.
“I’m fine with it too.”
Hye-yun’s answer came, and Hye-rim passed the cards to Hyeon-jin.
“M-me?”
“Yeah. You do it. I won’t blame you.”
Slap-slap-slap.
Hyeon-jin’s chest trembled. Hye-rim kept swallowing hard. Then Hyeon-jin dealt me one card and handed one to Hye-rim.
Ten…
Hye-rim’s face. Crystal clear. Despair flooding every feature—no Gwang, probably a five or lower.
Hyeon-jin’s expression darkened further as she handed me another card… and this was basically a divine revelation to fuck both actresses on the spot.
Ten-ttang… heh.
“Aaaah!!!! Five-kkeut… please tell me it’s a four-kkeut.”
Hye-rim flung her cards into the center, lunged at me, and snatched mine.
“Ten… ten-ttang? Haa…”
“Heh. Current time: 5:09. Until 6:09, all three of you are my slaves. Hye-rim—that’s a Command—go to the side bed, spread your pussy, and wait. I’m going to fuck you right now. You two, lick each other’s pussies beside her. Hyeon-jin’s next after Hye-rim, so get her nice and open. Ahem.”
I stroked an imaginary beard as I said it. Hyeon-jin glared at me even as her face burned red, then lay down right there on the spot—though not before crumpling the two ten-ttang cards and hurling them away.
“Aaaah!!!”