The Desire of the Young Married Woman Next Door_Pussy No. 3 (1)
You have devoured desire.
You have devoured desire.
On the way back from our little games at the pension, two "devoured desire" messages popped up. One must have been for fulfilling Kim Hyeri’s desire, and the other was for Ayoung’s—which was a bit of a surprise. At first, she hadn't shown any particular desire other than the will to be a "bitch" worthy of Kim Hyeri, but...
If I had to guess, being impaled by me several times must have sparked a desire in her to become *my* bitch. Since I am Kim Hyeri’s master, by treating Ayoung—her bitch—as my own, I had effectively fulfilled her desire as well. Looking at how her subordination level jumped to 65 in just one day, it seems Ayoung now considers me a joint master alongside Kim Hyeri.
What started as a simple mission to target one masochist, Jang Heeyeon, at her shop, had somehow ended up with me owning both Kim Hyeri and Seo Ayoung. That makes nine. Before I knew it, the number of women I’d conquered had reached nine. One more, and it’s ten.
"If I devour the desires of ten people, will my Eyes That See Desire undergo a second evolution?"
I wouldn't just snatch up any random woman just to hit the number ten, but I couldn't help but feel a little excited.
"Minyoung, what do you think about the number of my women continuing to grow?" I asked, curious about her thoughts while we were in the car.
"I don't question anything you do, Master. My mother said the same. I just want to follow you and hope that I can be a source of joy for you. Though, I suppose I might be a little sad if you were so busy meeting other women that you didn't have time for me anymore."
Minyoung, whose subordination level had now reached 100, followed me with the attitude of a complete slave, harboring no other thoughts. She only wished for more time with me. She had become a near-perfect bitch.
"I see. You're a good girl. I'll make sure not to neglect you and your mother."
As I reached out to stroke her hair, she leaned into my hand, looking delighted. "Thank you, Master. I always think of it as a stroke of luck that I became your bitch. My mother feels the same." The sincerity in her voice was palpable.
"Say... how would you feel if you and your mother moved in with me?"
I could just order them to move in, but becoming a House Slave meant their entire lives would be tethered to their master, so I needed to be cautious. On the surface, it looked like an incredibly unfair contract that only benefited the master. So, if they were positive about it, I’d suggest it, but if not, I’d leave it be.
"Oh!... That would be wonderful, because I could serve you by your side at all times. Wouldn't my mother feel the same?"
Contrary to my concerns, Minyoung gave me an enthusiastic, positive answer.
"Minyoung, becoming a House Slave means the privacy you and your mother have enjoyed until now will completely vanish. Your entire life will be centered around me, and you'll have almost no personal time. You need to think about this carefully before deciding."
"Yes, I know. But I think I'd be happy even if I spent all day just being your chair."
Reaching a subordination level of 100 seemed to have a scarier meaning than I’d anticipated. They looked only at me, and they didn't regret giving me everything they had. It made me feel good, but at the same time, the weight of the responsibility made my shoulders feel heavy.
"Alright. I understand. Let's talk to Sujeong about it soon."
"Yes, I understand, Master."
Seeing the excitement on Minyoung's face, I wondered if I was worrying too much. Even if we lived together, as long as I didn't treat them like trash, their lives wouldn't be ruined. If I considered that it all depended on how I treated them, it wasn't really something to worry about.
Since it was vacation, I spent more time at home and started working out at the fitness center within the apartment complex. Being a luxury apartment, the facilities were quite well-equipped. With my enhanced physical abilities, I didn't strictly *need* to exercise, but it had been a habit for so long that skipping it felt like taking a dump and forgetting to wipe. Plus, I figured burning off some of my overflowing stamina might reduce the burden on my aunt at night. Not that it was particularly effective...
After my aunt left for work in the morning, I’d tidy up, head down for two hours of exercise, and come back up. Today, as I was finishing up 30 minutes on the treadmill in my shorts and tank top, I ran into a familiar face.
"Oh!... Hello? You're the one who lives next door, right?"
It was the woman from next door whom I’d formally greeted with my aunt when I first moved in, and had bumped into a couple of times since.
"Hello? I see you're here to work out."
She was a beauty with a slightly seductive air, her long, straight hair tied back in a ponytail, revealing a cool, elegant neckline. Her leggings and shorts hugged her voluptuous hips, and her bra top squeezed her C-cup breasts, creating a cleavage that drew the eye.
"Yes. I come here to work out every two or three days."
"Ah... that must be why I haven't seen you. Today is my third day..."
The toned, slim waist and the faint line of abs visible between her leggings and bra top proved she had been exercising quite consistently.
"I see! But your body is truly amazing. It's not overly muscular, but rather... what should I call it... sexy muscle. The kind women really love..."
"Thank you. It looks like you've worked out quite a bit yourself. You have a great figure." I didn't sneak a peek; I openly scanned her body and complimented her figure with confidence.
"Thanks. I've been trying to manage it consistently since I turned twenty-five. And I'm Yoon Jisoo. That's my name."
"I'm Kang Taejin."
After exchanging names, we went our separate ways to exercise. Yoon Jisoo, who said she came every two or three days, started showing up almost every day at the same time I did.
"I think I've gained a bit of weight lately, so I'm trying to diet."
She didn't look like she had any weight to lose, and she wasn't an idol, but she showed up with that lame excuse to talk to me. Through our meetings over the next few days, I naturally learned a few things: she met her husband while working at his company, they married after his desperate courtship, and he was ten years her senior. Her husband was buried in work running his business and was always exhausted, leaving him "ineffective" in bed. The business was doing well, so they had plenty of money. It seemed she’d overcome the age gap with cash. They were in their second year of marriage, but they had no children yet.
I didn't particularly want to know, but combining the pieces of information she’d volunteered, it was clear: she married a rich boss, but his performance in bed was lacking, leaving her in a state of sexual frustration. She had money and time, but was sexually frustrated—the perfect environment for an affair. Wasn't she already casting her eyes at a younger man right now?
I didn't have a hobby of stealing other men's women, but I wouldn't reject a woman who was openly begging to be eaten just because she was married. I already had the precedent of Lee Seonyeong, and Professor Song Eunchae was in the same boat. Of course, I didn't eat everyone who threw themselves at me; it was a fundamental truth that my cock only reacted if her face and body were up to a certain standard. Since my women were all beauties, my standards had naturally risen.
As I was about to leave after finishing my workout and a quick shower, she called out to me.
"Um... Taejin, do you have any lunch plans today?"
"No, I don't."
"Then would you like to come over to my place later for lunch? It's boring eating alone every day..."
Until now, I had read the desires of all my women and approached them to devour them first. But seeing a woman approach me so actively felt fresh. Usually, they were intimidated by the aura I exuded and couldn't easily approach me, but it seemed Yoon Jisoo's sexual frustration had overcome her fear. When she made eye contact with me, she faltered and shrank back, but she still said what she wanted to say.
"Ah... I was eating alone too, so that works out well. May I take you up on that meal?"
"Really? Then come over to my place in an hour. I'll be preparing lunch."
At my positive answer, Yoon Jisoo's face lit up, and she quickly confirmed the time.
"Yes. See you in an hour, then."
I returned home and thought about Yoon Jisoo for a moment. A 30-year-old married woman who knew the taste of a man. She was so sexually frustrated that she’d overcome my aura to approach me. She was probably a woman who would drop her panties if I just breathed against her ear. It was too easy.
"That's why it's not fun."
If she gave in too easily, it wouldn't be fun.
"I'll have to make her desperate."
Would it be fun to watch her go crazy, desperate to be impaled by my cock?
At the promised time, I rang the doorbell next door. A moment later, the door opened.
"Welcome, Taejin."
"Yes, excuse me."
Yoon Jisoo, who had changed into a thin khaki sleeveless dress, welcomed me warmly. As I entered the entryway, the smell of food wafted over, and as I stepped inside, the living room came into view. The antique-style interior was a completely different atmosphere from my place.
"Smells delicious."
"You're hungry, right? Sit over here. Let's eat right away."
"Yes."
The table was set with a variety of dishes—kimchi stew, bulgogi, stir-fried vegetables—plenty for two people.
"I didn't have time to go grocery shopping, so I just made it with what I had at home. It's not much, but please eat up."
"This is a feast. Thank you for the meal."
I gave a conventional greeting and picked up my spoon. The food wasn't bad. It couldn't compare to the skills of Minyoung's mother, Han Sujeong, but it was decent enough. In a world full of young women who couldn't cook, this was acceptable. Since her husband was a bit older, it meant she had the basics down as a full-time housewife.
"It's delicious. Did you make all of this yourself?"
"Oh, thank goodness. I was so nervous it might not taste good. Since I'm just a housewife, I should at least be able to set a table."
The sleeveless dress revealed her upper chest, and every time she leaned forward, her cleavage was clearly visible. By pulling her arms together to push her breasts up, she was subtly trying to draw my gaze, clearly intending to seduce me. She didn't know that breasts of that size didn't even reach the average of my women.