What If I Went to Park Eunjeong and Kim Hyejin's House?

When I opened my eyes that morning in Miyeon's bed, I'd expected to find her nestled in my arms, her soft body pressed against mine. Instead, I was alone.

The room and the sheets were saturated with her scent — her pheromones, the smell of her skin — and just breathing it in was a pleasure. It still couldn't compare to having Miyeon herself.

I'd come in both her pussy and her mouth the night before, so I must have passed out on the spot. Thanks to that I'd slept like the dead, and I woke feeling clean and sharp in both body and mood.

I rolled around for a while, rubbing myself against the expensive silk comforter, drinking Miyeon's smell in deep. As I did, I started turning over what to do with the day.

First order of business… feeding Ha Minkyung, who'd been starving since last night. Feeding her — or rather, slopping the livestock.

I needed to bring food to Ha Minkyung, self-locked in that studio apartment, the way you'd toss scraps to a sow. And I planned to turn even that meal into part of her training. A bitch who looked down on people and treated them like garbage just because they didn't have money deserved to be handled like an animal.

She had no idea, of course. From here on out, Ha Minkyung was going to be raised by me.

Minkyung was a long-term project. I'd take my time and break her down slowly. As for today… who should I…

While I was scouting around for today's main course, Kim Hyejin's face surfaced in my mind.

Ha Minkyung and Kim Hyejin. Both of them women in their ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠early twenties who didn't love me. I was genuinely curious how those two ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— with bodies that fresh — would change once I put them through meticulous training and torment.

A coming-of-age story can move you, sure. But a good corruption arc gets the one doing the corrupting just as worked up, and throws in a nice helping of pleasure besides.

"Let's start by eating breakfast, shall we? Up we go—!"

I bounced out of bed, pulled the door open, and headed for the living room. The house was so huge I still couldn't get used to the scale of it. The living room was big enough to play soccer in, and the smell of good food was rolling through it in waves.

"Miyeon. Did you make breakfast?"

"Oh? Honey…!"

Miyeon, wearing a sheer dress that clung to every curve of her body, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠jumped as she was setting the meal out.

"Whoa… that thing is painted on. When did you even buy an outfit like this?"

She lifted a glass pot of stew off the induction cooktop, set it on the table, and answered with a shy little look.

"The day we… became like this. I ordered it online that same evening…"

"Ahh~ hahaha. What, you wanted to look that sexy for me?"

"Yes. Ugh, it's embarrassing… Breakfast is ready, so please sit down."

"Yeah. Let's eat."

A night of hot sex, a dead-to-the-world sleep, and then waking up to a lavish, high-protein spread like this — how was a man supposed to be anything but happy? On top of that, Kim Miyeon sat right beside me in that see-through dress and fed me every single bite herself, spoon and chopsticks, from the first mouthful to the last.

Damn. It did not get happier than this.

I sat there at my ease, mouth open, taking whatever she spooned into it, while my hands wandered freely over her waist, her ass, her breasts, savoring every inch of that softness.

When breakfast was finished she went to the coffee machine on the far side of the living room and made me exactly the coffee I wanted. Good lord. A home machine with a grinder and a steam wand, capable of pulling a latte right there on the spot… rich people really did live differently.

After a full meal and a fragrant cup of coffee, she led me into a bathroom the size of a regular family's entire living room. There, Kim Miyeon washed me from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet with painstaking care.

I normally used one shampoo and one bar of soap — no body wash, even — but Miyeon squeezed out something like eight different products and scrubbed and massaged every part of me with exquisite, gentle thoroughness. Her hands were so soft my cock went hard, and I nearly shoved it inside her then and there… but I had plans to play with Park Eunjeong and Kim Hyejin today, so I gritted my teeth and held back.

After the bath I was escorted to the dressing room.

"I'm sorry I haven't prepared any clothes for you yet. I did pick out a few things you might be able to wear, but…"

The clothes she'd laid out were technically unisex, but they looked a little off. I stroked her hair and declined.

"It's fine. I'll grab something comfortable from my studio… wait, no. From today on it's an office, right? I'll pick something up at the office."

"Then if you tell me what kind of clothes you like, I'll order them for you."

"Yeah. Let's do that later when we've got time. I've got work now. Oh — Miyeon. Sorry, but could you run an errand for me today?"

"An errand?"

"Yeah. I want you to go around and pick these things up for me."

I sat on the sofa and wrote out a list of everything I'd been turning over for Kim Miyeon.

"I could order this stuff online, but I want it all today. I want to start working first thing after breakfast tomorrow. Think you can get it?"

There was quite a lot to buy, and she'd have to run all over town to hunt it down — but Miyeon just smiled brightly.

"Yes, of course. These are things you need for your work, so naturally I should get them for you as quickly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as possible. Don't worry. I'll have everything by the end of the day."

"Thanks. That's my wife… Come here. Let me suck on those tits a bit."

"Ahh… honey… you're busy, but… thank you…"

Kim Miyeon happily slid the shoulders of her sheer dress down and let her heavy breasts spill free.

The studio apartment I'd been living in.

Until yesterday I'd eaten, slept, and lived every emotion of my life inside these walls — and now the place already felt like an office. Funny how fast that happened.

Savoring Kim Miyeon's breast milk still pooled in my mouth, I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. First I needed to place the order for today's main course.

"Yeah, Eunjeong. Someone else there?"

"And your husband?"

"Is that so~? Perfect. I'm planning to eat Hyejin today."

"Yeah. What, you don't like that?"

"Heh. Got it. Then today I'll eat Hyejin, and right after that I'll eat you."

"No."

"I'm coming to your house."

Park Eunjeong was stunned. The shock lasted only a moment, though. The anticipation of being eaten by me surged up dozens of times stronger, and she started begging me to hurry over.

When I told her exactly what I planned to do once I got to the house where the two of them lived, she said she was really looking forward to it and promised she'd do everything I told her to.

After hanging up with Park Eunjeong, I immediately called her daughter, Kim Hyejin.

Every last one of my bitches had to pick up whenever I called, no matter when or where — so Hyejin answered in a small voice after only a couple of rings.

"Hyejin. Where are you."

Every last one of my bitches had been put under a suggestion that made it impossible for them to lie to me.

"Yeah. I'm heading to your place right now, so don't go anywhere. Stay put and wait for me."

I hung up without even listening to the rest of Hyejin's tearful pleading.

I already knew Eunjeong and Hyejin's address from when I'd filmed their videos, so finding the place would be easy. Today I had a thrilling little event planned: fucking the daughter in a house where her mother was home.

Of course, it was a performance I'd cooked up with that mother — but just watching Hyejin's desperate reactions would be plenty of fun. And after that, there'd be the added pleasure of fucking Eunjeong in the master bedroom without Hyejin knowing. Heh heh heh.

Alright then~

Before heading out, I needed to stop by the room next door and give Ha Minkyung a little food. I picked up the bowl I'd prepared at Miyeon's house.

It held cereal with milk poured over it — about half of what an adult would eat for a single meal. For Ha Minkyung, who'd been starving since last night, it wouldn't even register. But this wasn't one meal. This was her entire day's ration.

And it wasn't just milk on that cereal. Mixed in was breast milk squeezed from Minkyung's own mother, Miyeon. That morning, while I was making Miyeon feel good — groping and sucking her tits until I got her to a milk orgasm — I'd set a plate underneath and collected a pretty generous amount.

I took the bowl and headed for the room next door.