The Witches' Hour (11)
After her shower, Changhee knelt at my feet. Even without makeup, her face now radiated a distinctly feminine aura. Considering she couldn't grow her hair out because of her corporate job, the feminine image that radiated from her entire face and body only made me happier, since it was exactly what I had wanted.
I placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it for her, then lit my own. We both took a deep, satisfying drag and exhaled. It was hard to believe this was the same person who had been sobbing and sniffling just moments ago. Her face looked utterly serene. In a way, she even seemed deeply satisfied.
"You were thrashing around like a madwoman earlier. How can you make a face like that now?"
She immediately understood what I meant. With a shy little smile, she lowered her head slightly, looking every bit like a maid or slave seeking permission to speak. Realizing this, I quickly switched into the still-unfamiliar 'Mistress' mode.
"Hey, you filthy perverted bitch! Answer me right now. What the hell is going on in that head of yours that makes you feel even better after getting soaked in piss? You crazy slut!"
At my sharp, profanity-laced voice, she flinched and hunched her shoulders. Then she cautiously lifted her head, checking my expression. While I glared at her with wide eyes, she carefully began to speak.
She said the pleasure had been so intense and inexplicable that she'd ended up wetting herself at the same time. And that it had felt incredibly good.
I was genuinely shocked. I had been so caught up in my own bizarre actions that I hadn't even realized she was urinating simultaneously. I'd only thought the amount of piss I'd held in all night was larger than usual. After that, I'd immediately handed the cleanup to her after releasing her bonds and gone straight into the bathroom to wash, so I had no idea.
"That... is called a golden shower."
From the moment Changhee had decided to stay by my side last night, she had begun using polite speech with me. Whether I became her big sister or her mistress, she had desperately begged me to let her speak to me respectfully. Using polite language itself already carried the meaning of submission. Since there was no reason to oppose it, I decided to let her do as she wished for now.
"Golden shower? So getting pissed on is like taking a shower? Wow... that's a really funny game, hohoho... Did you read about it online? Or do you already have experience?"
She confessed quite honestly that this was her second time experiencing a golden shower. The first had been from a man, but during the second one with me, she had discovered the pleasure of urinating at the same time.
"Anyway, the fact that you felt pleasure because of me is a good thing, hehe... Alright. From now on, we'll add this to our list of games. I don't mind it either, hehe..."
She looked satisfied with my decision as well.
"Okay, I'm going to work now, so you should turn back into the pretty Changhee."
Even after I finished speaking, she lingered. I gave her another chance to talk. After hesitating for a moment, she asked me to give her a 'punishment' for pissing without permission before I left for work.
I was so dumbfounded that words failed me. I wondered just how deeply she had sunk into this game. I was secretly angry that she had fallen so far into it without me knowing. So I shoved a thick dildo into her ass and left for work.
After finishing my busy tasks, I used a quiet moment to search the internet for Catwoman costumes. The thought that it would be nice to have some proper outfit to set the mood—whether as a mistress or a wicked big sister—wouldn't leave my mind.
Then suddenly, Jeongsook poked her head in. The office used by the four female employees and the one used by Jeongsook and me were separated by soundproof glass, but we usually kept the door open. Since I had been focused on the computer, I hadn't noticed her approaching.
"What is this? Are you thinking of dating Batman now? Or are you already preparing for a Halloween party?"
I told her I had just suddenly thought of it and looked it up, but Jeongsook, who possessed an intuition that could fool even ghosts, pressed on persistently.
"I was too busy this morning to ask, but I was going to ask you after you came back from peeing anyway. You've been giving off a strange vibe since this morning. Of course, you yourself wouldn't notice. Other people probably wouldn't either. But this Jeongsook knows, hohoho..."
I was about to snort in disbelief, but she showed no sign of backing off.
"If you tell me, I'll tell you a really important secret too. I was thinking of telling you around today anyway, but I don't want to say it for free, you know? Hehe... My secret is a real secret among secrets, but since you and I promised not to keep any secrets from each other, I'm willing to reveal it. How about it?"
I remembered the solid promise I had made with Jeongsook when we conspired to feed Changhee female hormones. We had promised there would be no secrets between us, with the condition that we would enjoy the process of Changhee's changes but never lay a hand on her directly. It might sound like a childish promise, but once made, keeping it was basic courtesy.
Still, I didn't need to tell her everything. I lightly mentioned the SM world that Changhee was falling into and told her how, in my anger, I had pissed on her face. Jeongsook looked like she was about to faint. Then she grew serious and asked about the pleasure of a golden shower. I told her everything I had felt without holding back.
"Just hearing about it sounds incredible! My god, how did you two end up there? She's really something else. A total pervert."
"It doesn't sound like you're disgusted though? Hehe... Are you jealous?" I asked with a laugh.
Jeongsook didn't deny it.
"Yeah, to be honest, I'm jealous. To have such an amazing sex partner! If I had even one partner I could do whatever I wanted with, life would be worth living."
Looking at her expression, she seemed sincere.
"Is it not fun at home these days? With your husband, I mean."
"Fun? Hah, there isn't even a crumb of anything resembling fun. That guy doesn't seem interested in sex with me at all. It feels like he's hiding a woman somewhere..."
"But you're getting along okay with that female doctor, right? Shouldn't that be enough to satisfy you?"
"Are men and women the same? If I were a complete lesbian, maybe, but now that I know what a man tastes like, it pisses me off that he completely ignores me. Well, we've been living separately for quite a while anyway. Lately his business isn't doing well either, so he's just spending money. It's like our house is pouring money into that man's company."
"You two are really... No kids, barely any sex... What do you even live for?"
"Hehe... Still, there is some fun. It's just fun for me alone though..."
Jeongsook's eyes sparkled. I realized she was plotting something.
"Alright, it seems like it's time for you to spill your secret now, hehe..."
Jeongsook nodded with a sly grin. Then she opened the window wide. I quickly prepared a cigarette.
"I'm doing to that husband of mine what you're doing to your lover Changhee. It's been about three months now. Don't look at me like that. I wasn't trying to hide it from you. I told you earlier that I was planning to tell you. I thought it would be better to talk after I had some results."
My narrowed eyes turned into ones of shock. Because I knew that what she was doing to Changhee was feeding her female hormones. Hearing that Jeongsook was doing the same thing to her own husband Kim Hancheol, I couldn't help but be surprised. I asked why she didn't just divorce him instead of doing something like that.
"Well... you know... that guy has such a pretty face. So I thought I'd try making a second Changhee, just like your lover. It's an experiment, hahaha... Plus, I wanted to make him pay for turning a lesbian into this..."
Suddenly, goosebumps rose all over my body. For a moment, I thought she was doing something even scarier than I was. But when I thought about it, Jeongsook wasn't necessarily more cruel than me, and I wasn't morally any better. So that thought vanished as quickly as it had come, like a lie.
We clearly had an innate witch-like temperament. Maybe we were people born to destroy men. Yet like wild, unrestrained foals, we couldn't stop our pleasurable antics. We were simply falling deeper into it day by day.
"While we're on the subject, I'm thinking of stopping the hormones soon. Since Changhee has a new game now, I think it's fine to stop. I have some plans in mind..."
Jeongsook didn't add any particular comment about that. Just as I didn't say anything particular about what she was doing to her husband.
On my way home, I bought a few unusual shades of lipstick and eyeshadow. From my internet search, I learned that among those who liked crossdressing as an M, many preferred loud and bizarre drag queen makeup. From the times I'd taken her to lesbian bars and the outdoor photos we'd taken, I knew Changhee secretly liked that kind of heavy makeup too, so I thought I'd give it to her as a gift.
But it wasn't just for her. It also meant upgrading my toy.
Before parking and getting out of the car, I deliberately sent a text. It was a slightly playful message telling her to kick out any man if she was with one.
While waiting for the elevator, a reply came.
Hah... So now I'm Unni. Do I have to send texts like this to figure out when to switch between 'Mistress' and 'Unni' mode? Hehe... Anyway, it's fine. If you're having fun, then I'm having fun too. Alright then, shall we try 'Wicked Unni' mode today? Hohoho...
Today, I walked all the way to the front door, happily fantasizing about how I would 'cook' Changhee after dinner.
I entered the door lock code, opened the door, and stepped inside. Then I froze in place, stunned.
Changhee was kneeling in front of the entrance wearing the same style of underwear as yesterday, though in a different color. The moment she saw me, she bowed deeply and said, "Welcome home, Unni!"
It had been a while since I'd seen her wearing such seductive makeup while at home. Seeing my surprised face, she smiled brightly, quickly stood up, took my handbag, and waited for me to remove my shoes.
After I took off my shoes and stepped inside, she immediately linked her arm with mine and guided me toward the kitchen. Dinner was prepared, along with drinks.
"Wow, what's all this? Is it someone's birthday?"
"Hehe, I thought we absolutely had to celebrate today with Unni, so I prepared this."
"Celebrate? If there's something special to celebrate, are you talking about Changhee shedding her shell one more time?"
She covered her mouth with her hand in embarrassment and nodded with a laugh. I burst out laughing too, completely taken aback. The events from last night until dawn hadn't been an 'incident' for her at all. It had been an 'event' that had firmly solidified her desire to serve me as either 'Mistress' or 'Unni' whenever I wanted.