The Bitches Arrive
Hyeon-jin's Point of View
Ian said he wanted to be alone for a while, told us to head up first and exchange greetings, then stayed behind in the parking garage.
We followed him up to the fifth floor, greeted Oh Jeong-mi and Emily, and now we were all naked, talking freely among ourselves.
"So that means Hye-yun unnie and A-jeong unnie aren't here, right?"
Hyeon-jin looked at the white woman in front of her—Emily. She was breathtaking. Those sky-blue eyes and platinum-blonde hair held an almost otherworldly beauty. Hyeon-jin had met Hollywood stars often enough on commercial shoots and fashion runways, yet she had never seen a foreign beauty who would appeal so perfectly to Korean tastes. She stared blankly at Emily's lips.
Suddenly Emily reached out and squeezed Hyeon-jin's bare breast. Hyeon-jin could not resist; she simply whimpered under the caress.
"Nnngh…"
"Yeah, I've met Hye-yun, but I still haven't seen A-jeong unnie either. She's in Jeju right now."
"I see. But what exactly are these 'bitches'?"
"Hehehe. Jeong-mi, should we call the puppies up?"
Emily turned toward Oh Jeong-mi—Hye-yun's mother and, as they had been told, one of her husband's concubines. Hyeon-jin could only click her tongue in amazement at how Ian had managed to gather nothing but beauties like these.
"Shall we? Just a moment, unnies."
"Haaang… Hye-yun unnie…"
Across from them, Hye-rim sat on Hye-yun unnie's lap, being thoroughly toyed with. The table hid the lower half of their bodies, but the wet squelching sounds left no doubt that Hye-yun was thrusting something into Hye-rim's pussy while her hands already kneaded Hye-rim's breasts.
Hye-yun unnie's stamina is no joke either.
Strangely, no matter how exhausted and dazed they became, the moment their husband Ian came they recovered completely. Even accounting for that, Hye-yun's endurance was abnormal—proof she had been born to be a celebrity. Actors needed that kind of physical power.
"You come up here too, just like Hye-rim."
Emily's voice. She sat cross-legged and patted her own knee, beckoning Hyeon-jin. Flushing, Hyeon-jin carefully rose and settled onto Emily's lap. At once Emily began stimulating her clit.
"Haah… unnie. Are Eun-hee and Hyeon-ju pretty too?"
"Mm. Not quite on Hye-yun unnie's level or yours, but they're pretty."
Hyeon-jin had been shocked at first to learn that the women named Hyeon-ju and Eun-hee were Ian's maternal aunt and aunt by marriage. She had been even more shocked when Hye-yun casually mentioned that she liked mother-daughter and sister pairs.
—Hye-rim, Hyeon-jin, do you two have sisters?
—No, I don't.
Hye-rim only had her father.
—…I have two younger sisters, actually.
Hyeon-jin had answered Hye-yun's question without thinking, then nodded again when asked whether she still had a mother.
A slender finger slipped into her pussy. Hyeon-jin felt her clit being rolled again. With her hymen already gone, the unfamiliar sensation of a finger pushing deep inside, and Emily's skill at instantly locating and stroking her spot, made her lean against the foreign woman and tremble.
"Haa… unnie… aahng!!"
"Poppy! Bring Pomi and Posuni up. Strip completely naked in front of the fifth-floor entrance and ring the doorbell."
Jeong-mi's voice on the phone. Moments later Jeong-mi herself approached Hye-rim, seized a breast, and began sucking on it.
"Haaang…"
"I already miss Hye-yun unnie. We just met and now we won't see each other for a whole week."
Emily spoke toward Hye-yun across the table while still fingering Hyeon-jin. Hye-yun nodded, a heavy sigh escaping her.
"Haa… me too. Once I'm there I won't even be able to dream of anything like this."
Around fifty people would gather—every first-year female student, some second- and third-years, plus senior and junior actresses.
"Mwah. Unnie? Did Master say anything special about the beauties at Dongra University?"
Jeong-mi looked up from Hye-rim's breast. Hye-yun gave a small smile, thought for a moment, then stroked Jeong-mi's hair.
"Mm. Originally he told me to bring Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin. Said he was a fan. He wanted Jisoo and Alicia too."
"Haah… what?"
Hye-rim, who had been whimpering, opened her eyes at the sound of her own name. Hyeon-jin felt her heart pound for the same reason—her name had been spoken, and the knowledge that she had always been destined to become his woman.
"He said he wanted to watch you two scissor. Live and raw."
Squelch, squelch.
The memory of the scissoring she and Hye-rim had performed earlier in front of Ian and Hye-yun flashed through Hyeon-jin's mind. She felt a brief flush of shame at how she had floated as if high on drugs, simply doing whatever she was told.
"Haung… yes."
"You two have lots of connections, so seduce the pretty ones—and the divorced ones especially. Understood?"
Hye-yun fixed her gaze on Hyeon-jin and spoke in a low, commanding tone. The strange charisma and pressure left Hyeon-jin no choice but to nod.
"Yes… I'll try."
As she answered, Hyeon-jin remembered Hye-yun's earlier request to bring her younger sisters and mother as well. A spurt of love juice escaped her.
Climax.
So quickly—she came on the hand of a woman she had only just met. Enormous pleasure raced up her spine, through her brain, and flooded her entire body. She could barely control the violent trembling.
Then the fingers that had been thrusting inside her all this time withdrew and pressed against Hyeon-jin's own lips.
Slurp.
She sucked her own juices and felt fresh excitement.
There's no escaping this family now, Hyeon-jin.
Beep-beep-beep-beep.
The doorbell rang. Hyeon-jin tensed, but Emily whispered in her ear and soothed her.
"Shhh… the bitches are coming up."
"Hye-rim said Mapo-gu Hangang Jium Building B, right? Hye-yun lives in 1901."
Hye-yun double-checked the apartment where they lived.
Mapo Hangang Jium.
Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin lived side by side in neighboring units. Officially 2401 and 2403, but as penthouses they also encompassed 2501 and 2503. Floors twenty-three and below were fifty pyeong; the twenty-fourth-floor penthouses combined into a hundred pyeong each. Half of the twenty-fifth floor was terrace, and the terraces connected, making it easy to move between the two homes. Registering the properties twice had been a hassle, but they were satisfied with the place.
"No way… is that beauty over 180 cm Hye-yun unnie?"
Hyeon-jin recalled the beauty she sometimes met in the elevator who lived on the nineteenth floor. Hye-rim, living on lines three and four, had never seen her, but Hyeon-jin now remembered the several encounters. Hye-yun looked similar to the woman in front of her—or, depending on taste, even more beautiful.
"Mm. She's 185 cm. Jeong-mi, when you went to the real-estate office they said floors twenty through twenty-three were completely empty, right?"
"Yes, Hye-yun unnie. Building B has larger units so I liked it. The two penthouses were already taken, so I was considering a thirty-pyeong unit in Building A, but now we can just contract Building B."
"Good. Tomorrow contract everything from the nineteenth to the twenty-third floor. I'll talk to him about it."
"Yes."
Jeong-mi answered and walked toward the entrance. Barking drifted in.
—Woof woof!!!
Hye-rim's eyes went wide with surprise. Hyeon-jin turned toward the entrance as well.
Three women crawled in on all fours. Unlike the beauties already present, their faces were rather ordinary. All three wore red dog collars and panted with their tongues out.
Pant pant.
"Unnies, these are the bitches. The young puppy here is Poppy, the older dogs are Poppy's mother Pomi, and this one is Posuni."
Woof woof.
They barked exactly like real dogs. When Jeong-mi released the leashes, the women called Pomi and Posuni crawled toward Hye-yun while Poppy approached Emily.
Emily's hand left Hyeon-jin's clit to stroke Poppy. Without thinking, Hyeon-jin reached out as well.
Poppy flinched and shied away.
"She's just shy with strangers. Once she gets used to you she'll let you handle her."
"…But she's a person."
The absurd statement made Hyeon-jin turn to Emily. In answer Emily mercilessly squeezed her breast. Pain shot through Hyeon-jin; she grabbed Emily's hand with the one she had been about to use for petting.
"Aahng… unnie, that hurts."
"These are dogs. That's why they act like dogs. And never, ever say in front of Ian that they're people or anything like that. They're pets."
"Yes… then… does that mean my mother will become a bitch too?"
"If she's over fifty… even if she's pretty, she becomes a bitch."
An inexplicable pleasure rose in Hyeon-jin at those words. She loved her family, yet her college-age younger sisters showed no intention of getting jobs and simply lived off the money she earned, which had cooled her affection. Their father, who had passed away last year, had quit working at some point, and even their mother spent money freely. The resentment had piled up. She still sent her mother several million won every month because she feared being called cold-hearted, but it had begun to irritate her.
Cuckoo!
While she was thinking of her family the wall clock struck one. Hye-rim and Hye-yun stood; Hyeon-jin rose as well, pushing down her regret.
Today they would drop Hye-yun off at Hye-rim's place first, then head straight to the Stella Hotel.
"Emily unnie, see you on the eighteenth."
"Mm."
"You lot, go to the master bedroom. Emily unnie and I will open you up."
"Woof!!!"
The bitches crawled away, hips swaying. Love juice already dripped down their thighs.
Is it really okay to live like that…? Well, if Ian fucks them, they'd probably be happy even living that way.
"Unnie, the suitcases are all packed."
Jeong-mi spoke with a lonely expression. Hye-yun pulled her into a tight embrace, then kissed her.
A mother-daughter kiss. Just watching it sent fresh pleasure through Hyeon-jin.
Will I end up like that with my own mother?
Smack…
"On the nineteenth, early morning, I'll go straight into Ian's room. So we'll only see each other on the morning of the nineteenth. My Jeong-mi."
"Yes… unnie. I'll prepare all the side dishes you like that day. And once we move I'll send the new address."
Hye-yun, Hye-rim, and Hyeon-jin gathered their clothes and dressed. They looked back once more at the now-familiar Jeong-mi and Emily, exchanged farewells, and stepped out the entrance.
"About Ian…"
"He said he wants to be alone today. Just go."
"Yes, unnie."
The car Hye-rim had driven was a two-seater, so they climbed into Jeong-mi's domestic sedan. Hye-yun tried to take the wheel, but when she admitted she was a beginner Hye-rim took the keys and drove. Before climbing into the back seat Hye-yun shoved the front passenger seat as far forward as it would go and told Hyeon-jin to sit beside her.
"Nnngh. Sit next to me."
"Yes…"
Hye-yun unnie settled in the back, rummaged for something, then hiked up her skirt. She tapped Hyeon-jin beside her.
"This is what Ian gave you earlier. Come on, climb up. Line your pussy up with this."
"Yes… unnie."
The jet-black Penis Band—a dildo molded from Ian's flaccid cock. Face burning, Hyeon-jin unbuckled her belt and slid her panties down. She left them around her ankles, lifted her skirt, and awkwardly straddled the narrow gap in front of Hye-yun, reaching down to grip the band.
? It really feels like a real cock. Not plastic at all.
Instead of cold hardness she felt hot flesh. The skin was soft and yielded under her fingers, sending a shiver through her.
Hye-yun's hands seized her waist and pulled her down. Hyeon-jin aligned the glans with her entrance and sank onto it.
Sliiiide.
A pillar of fire speared her pussy. It was not as thick as Ian's, yet the rising pleasure still forced her mouth open in a moan.
"Hnnngh!!!"
"Haa… once you use this yourself you'll understand. It transmits the sensation of being a man. That's why I fell into lesbian sex…"
"Yes… it feels good, unnie."
Slap.
"Rotate your hips. We can't do piston thrusts here, so you have to move… mm. Just like that."
Squelch squelch…
Pleasure climbing, Hyeon-jin began rolling her pelvis. The spots inside her vagina were stimulated; the pleasure amplified in electric waves. At some point she found herself spinning her waist like a madwoman and locked eyes with Hye-rim's stunned face in the rear-view mirror.
"Haaeung!!! Unnie will be the same!!!"
Gulp.
Hye-rim's face flushed red.
"Right. The moment we get upstairs I'll put it in Hye-rim, so drive safely!"
"Yes… unnie."
Though not Ian's, the Penis Band still filled her completely; Hyeon-jin cried out. Because Hye-yun held her waist firmly she could only move her pelvis, discovering for herself the places that felt best.
Haah… with just this… the harem will run just fine.
Hyeon-jin felt a twinge of regret. Wives could use it, but Ian had said insertion into a higher-ranked wife was forbidden. She wished they had brought even one bitch—Jeong-mi or anyone. The sensation was so good she wanted to experience it from the other side.
"Haah… unnie. Could I use this too?"
Squelch squelch.
Her one-piece dress was bunched around her waist; Hye-yun slipped a hand inside and squeezed her breast hard. At the same time she rubbed Hyeon-jin's clit mercilessly. Even while rotating her hips Hyeon-jin sobbed, thinking herself obscenely lewd.
"Mm. I'll call and get permission. In a little while you two can put it in each other once."
Squelch squelch.
"Haah… thank you, unnie."
At Hye-yun's permission Hyeon-jin felt a surge of emotion and her pussy fluttered.