A Father's Strange Gifts
Jihye, the fucking gorgeous yandere obsessed with the owner of the Dark Elf Sword, brought down a clear, braided hose about two meters long. Thwack! Thwack! She whipped Minji's thighs with it.
"Ah! It hurts! Please stop!" With every sharp smack, Minji cried out in pain, begging for mercy.
Seriously, Minji. You're just a pet, so why didn't you listen to your Master? This is only the beginning.
"Let's stop playing around now," Jihye said, pulling out a thick, black hose about a meter long that looked incredibly heavy. Before she even struck her with it, Minji pissed herself in sheer terror.
"Jihye, hold on a second. That seems a bit too harsh. Let me try to place the Brand on Minji first. If it doesn't take, we'll have to keep going, but if it does, let's call it a day." I walked over to Minji.
Minji looked up at me with desperate, pleading eyes. I placed my palm on her lower abdomen and squeezed her soft belly. Kneading the flesh felt incredibly satisfying.
Focusing my mind, I tried to channel my energy directly into her womb. Nothing. Yeah, I figured as much.
"Minji, just how strong is your mental fortitude? Honestly, both you and Jihye were born in the wrong era." Jihye let out a soft chuckle beside me. She looked even more beautiful when she smiled.
Jihye raised the heavy black hose. Terrified, Minji tried to scurry backward on her butt, pushing with her legs, but the officetel's bathroom was tiny, and her back hit the wall almost instantly.
Seeing this, a satisfied, blissful smirk tugged at the corners of Jihye's lips. She savored Minji's panic, closing the distance with slow, deliberate steps.
Minji curled herself into a tight ball, shielding her head with her arms. It seemed the repeated beatings had already conditioned her. Huh, I guess even a brainless thug-bitch like Jihye has something to teach me. Beasts must be trained through repetition.
Whoosh—crack!
"Ah!" The sound was on a completely different level. Jihye had barely landed a few blows, but Minji's pale skin was already turning a mottled, angry red.
Yet, Minji didn't even dare to glare at Jihye. Tears streamed down her face as she stared blankly at the bathroom floor, completely defeated. Feeling a pang of pity for her, I stepped in to stop Jihye.
"Jihye, that's enough. Minji must have realized her mistake and reflected on it by now. Let me talk to her again." I approached Minji, pulling her into a tight embrace while gently stroking her hair.
Minji sniffled, leaning her weight slightly into my chest. Yes, this is how you groom a female. I placed my hand on her lower belly once more and tried to apply the Brand. But it still wouldn't take.
When I snapped out of my thoughts and looked down, Minji was staring back at me. Her eyes were red and watery from crying, but she wasn't looking at me with murderous intent—just a faint, resentful pout.
Giving up on branding her for now, I stepped out of the bathroom. But a continuous rustling noise and muffled, choked groans kept leaking through the door. I tried to ignore it while scrolling through my phone, but curiosity got the better of me, and I walked back in.
Minji was on all fours, her face pressed against the floor with her hips thrust high in the air. Jihye was inserting a long plastic tube into her anus. The plastic tube was connected to a rubber hose, the other end of which Jihye submerged into a bucket of water. There was a bulb pump in the middle of the hose; every time Jihye squeezed it, water was drawn up and forced inside her, making Minji's entire body flinch and shudder. Minji just lay there, weeping silently.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Back in school, there was this kid with chronic rhinitis. I heard about this from them and bought this syringe enema kit from a medical supply store in front of the hospital. You can use it for nostrils or backdoors, you know? Minji absolutely loves it. Hehehe. Besides, isn't this great for you too, dear husband? I'm just training this trailer-trash bitch to turn her into a loyal little female for my Master." Jihye gave a sly, wicked grin, heavily emphasizing the words "dear husband."
Jihye slipped on a pair of rubber gloves and brought over the voltage regulator again. She lightly tapped Minji's bloated belly—which was swollen like she was in the early stages of pregnancy—with her gloved hand. Minji grimaced, whimpering in intense discomfort.
"Ugh... my stomach... hurts..." Jihye burst into laughter at the sight.
Jihye pressed the electrodes directly against Minji's clitoris.
"Ah-ah-ah—!" Minji couldn't even form proper words. A stream of urine sprayed out of her urethra, splashing onto the floor.
"Ugh, this little piss-baby wet herself again. She's always been a bedwetter, ever since our school days," Jihye explained helpfully.
I pulled out my smartphone and started recording. A rare video of a pure-looking girl like Minji pissing herself was something I absolutely had to keep. Seeing the camera, Minji suddenly shielded her face. I guess even if she was being filmed naked and urinating, she wanted to make sure her face wasn't exposed. Minji, why are you worried about the video leaking? There's no way in hell I'd ever show my woman's naked body to another man.
Watching Jihye shove the plastic tube up Minji's ass and pump water into her, I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her head. "Isn't that dirty?" I asked, genuinely unable to comprehend her mindset.
"What do you mean? Everything that comes out of Minji is clean." Jihye uttered those terrifying, yandere-like words with a straight face.
"Hey, take it easy. Minji is still my primary wife, and you're just the concubine." Jihye glared at me with a terrifying intensity before shifting her icy gaze back to Minji.
Hic! Terrified, Minji let out a sharp sob and suddenly started hiccuping.
"Why am I the concubine and she's the primary wife?"
"Well, you both gave your virginity to me, but Minji was first. Even virginity has an order of arrival." Jihye stared at me with an incredulous expression, but soon shrugged it off as if it didn't really matter.
Just then, a large box sitting in the corner of the room—one I had noticed several times before—caught my eye. "Minji, what's that?"
Minji remained silent. Slap! Jihye struck her across the cheek.
"Hey, bitch! When Master speaks, you answer!"
Minji finally whimpered out a response. "It's a birthday present my dad made for me..."
"Open it." Minji looked away, refusing.
"Dear husband, breaking into things like that is my specialty. You have some wrenches at home, right? Do you have anything smaller than an adjustable wrench?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Bring me two of those. I'll pop it open in a second." I went and grabbed two double-ended open wrenches from my toolbox.
Jihye took one in each hand and slipped them into the U-shaped shackle of the padlock. She positioned the heads of the wrenches so they overlapped, then pried the handles outward. With a sharp squeeze of her hands, the shackle snapped under the leverage, and the padlock popped right open.
"Jihye, where the hell did you learn to do that?"
"Oh, just from breaking open kids' lockers back in school." A rookie police officer was casually bragging about committing petty theft just a year ago.
Inside the box lay a crude-looking wooden stick. Next to it was something resembling a spanking paddle. "Minji, what are those?"
"What do you think they are?" Minji replied, her tone surprisingly submissive as if she had finally given up.
"That one over there. The spear-like one."
"It's an atlatl. A gift my dad made for me. He said it's a traditional Native American weapon."
"What's it for?"
"It's used to throw spears really far."
"And what are you going to do with a spear thrown far? Hunt bears?"
"My brother said it could even kill an elephant."
Kill an elephant with a toy like this? Well, if I keep dumping points into my Strength stat, even a toy spear like this would probably fly like a missile and pierce right through an elephant.
"If your dad made it, why is your brother the one talking about it?"
"Because my brother was standing right next to him, constantly nagging and throwing in his two cents." I walked over and picked it up; it was clearly handmade.
"This is literally made from a backscratcher and a PVC pipe. Does throwing with this actually make it go further?"
"How should I know? My brother did show me once, though."
"How do you use it?"
"You just hook the spear onto the curved end of the backscratcher and throw it."
The curved end of the backscratcher had been shaved down to form a narrow hook, and the end of the spear, being a PVC pipe, had a hollow opening that could fit right onto it. Looking closer, I noticed the letters "YJ" carved into the wood. "But why 'YJ'? If it's your initials, shouldn't it be 'MJ'?"
"That was originally my mom's. When my dad was making my twentieth birthday present to celebrate me becoming an adult, he felt bad leaving Mom out, so he made one for her too."
"Then why do you have it?"
"Mom said there was no room to sleep in the camper van anyway, so she told me to take it since my dad made it. But honestly, I think she just hated it because it looked so cheap."
"Then what's this? A spanking paddle for your ass? It's got a bunch of black gems decorated on the sides. Did your dad use this to spank you?"
"That's my birthday present. It's the Dark Elf Sword. They say the Emperor of America used it to win a battle of a hundred against a hundred thousand." Minji ignored my question about the spanking paddle and only answered what she wanted to. Wait, the Emperor of America? When the hell did America ever have an emperor?
"Your brother must be pretty smart. He knows a lot of weird trivia."
"I don't know about that. I mean, he is the only one in our family who's actually set foot in a university. But if you ask me, he just has a lot of useless knowledge and is actually pretty stupid. He's always shouting about human rights and equality, saying we should confiscate the wealth of pro-Japanese collaborators' descendants and distribute it to commoners like him. But if he had actually lived during the Japanese colonial era, he would've been the very first to turn traitor and bully people weaker than him, like a kid torturing ants."
I didn't give a shit about her brother, so I changed the subject. "By the way, where do your parents live?"
"Right now, they're traveling around the countryside selling goods. My dad co-signed a bad loan for a hometown friend, and we lost our house because of it."
"You lost your house and they're wandering the provinces? Where do they sleep, then?"
"In their camper van."
"And your brother lives here?"
"He used to go to Suah University around here. He was working construction gigs to pay his tuition, but he hurt his leg, had to get surgery to put pins in it, and now he's serving as a public service agent. He got obsessed with some web novel where the protagonist goes back to the Joseon Dynasty to build guns and cannons, so he threw a tantrum and forced Mom to pay for him to major in electrical engineering or something. Pretty stupid, right? As if they'd use electricity in the Joseon Dynasty."
Having nothing to say to that, I just quietly played around with the atlatl. I hooked the notch of the small, toy-like PVC spear onto the backscratcher. Snapping my wrist, I threw it, channeling the rotational force while imagining a baseball pitcher's throw or a sling release. The spear flew straight into the heart-shaped cushion on the bed, piercing right through it and embedding itself deep into the mattress. Minji glared at me from the side, so I just pretended not to notice.