I'm the First, You're After Me. Don't Try to Get Ahead of Me
Eun-kyung knelt silently, watching as Jiwon carefully wiped the moisture from Mingyu's body.
Jiwon had many questions about this strange situation. Trying to sort things out even at this late stage, she turned her gaze toward Mingyu and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Mmm... Master, did you have a good time with Eun-kyung~?"
It was an endlessly soft, endlessly submissive remark. Yet beneath it lay a dense layer of jealousy and envy.
Mingyu's lips twitched for a moment as he nodded, about to answer, when Eun-kyung suddenly cut in.
"W-We did...!! We... had sex at school...! It was really lewd..."
She slowly lifted her head and looked straight at Jiwon's face before adding,
"B-Because we're dating... We are..."
Jiwon glanced at Mingyu, then at Eun-kyung. As if she understood something, she nodded slowly.
"Ah... I see. So you and Master are dating..."
Still holding Mingyu's cock in her hand, she wiped away the remaining moisture with the towel, her eyes narrowing slightly. Her expression was smiling, but her gaze was unmistakably sharp.
After slowly drying Mingyu's body, Jiwon brought her face close to his ear.
"It's all dry now, Master. You should get dressed."
Her voice was endlessly kind and caring. As if she were completely unaware of the situation—or simply didn't care about any interference—she walked straight to Mingyu's closet. With familiar hands she opened a drawer, took out a pair of underwear, a loose shirt, and shorts for home wear. Without so much as a glance over her shoulder, she returned to Mingyu and held the clothes out to him.
"Raise your arms, Master."
Jiwon dressed him naturally, as if it were the most ordinary thing in the world, slipping the shirt onto his arms and carefully lifting each leg to put on his underwear. Meanwhile, Eun-kyung remained crouched in front of the bathroom, clutching Mingyu's discarded underwear in both hands and bringing it close to her face.
She carefully pressed her nose against the fabric.
"Sniff..."
"Haa..."
Haah... Master's scent...
Eun-kyung exhaled quietly, as if talking to herself. The act looked like innocent obsession, yet also like something dangerously close to masturbation.
Feeling the strange atmosphere filling the room, Mingyu found himself strangely short of breath from the silent battle of nerves between the two sensual bitches.
"Ah... Well, for now..."
He scratched the back of his neck and laughed awkwardly.
"Want something to drink? Something simple?"
Eun-kyung only nodded. Still clutching the underwear, her gaze remained fixed somewhere around Mingyu's legs.
Jiwon approached her and slowly, yet firmly, took the clothes from her hands.
"I'll handle this. It's what I always do, after all."
Without another word, she walked to the washing machine in the kitchen and tossed the clothes inside with an indifferent expression.
"Thud—!"
The sound of the lid closing echoed unusually loud and irritable today.
Just as Mingyu awkwardly opened the fridge to take out a water bottle, a low, small voice came from behind him.
"Ugh... Hysterical... Is she... jealous...?"
It was Eun-kyung's characteristic mumbling. The kind of tone that only the listener could barely catch. But in the quiet, tiny one-room apartment, even that small sound rang clearly in the silence.
Jiwon, who had been wiping a cup to pour water for Mingyu, stopped her hands and turned her head slightly. Her eyes seemed to hold no emotion, but soon returned to a bright, clear expression. Smiling radiantly, she spoke.
"Congratulations, Master and Eun-kyung. I'm really, really happy you're dating~"
Mingyu nearly dropped the water bottle in his hand.
What... what is this?
Eun-kyung also lost her words for a moment and stared at Jiwon's face.
"But you know, Eun-kyung..."
Her voice remained gentle and soft. Continuing as if simply giving advice,
"It's a really good thing for young people to date. Something worth celebrating."
She closed her eyes briefly, then naturally approached Mingyu's side, placing a hand on his shoulder as she continued without shifting her gaze.
"But won't it bother you that I'm right beside Mingyu?"
She slowly turned her head to look at Eun-kyung.
"Honestly... I don't know everything that happened between you and Master. But—"
Still smiling, Jiwon spoke.
"I'm giving Mingyu— no, Master—more pleasure than you could ever imagine. And enjoying it together with him."
Jiwon tilted her head slightly and blinked slowly. Then, still smiling, she casually slipped her hand into the waistband of Mingyu's pants.
"When you're sleeping at home at night, what do you think I'm doing for Master...?"
"Can you sleep comfortably while imagining that?"
"...Who knows."
With those quiet words, her fingertips slowly began to trace Mingyu's cock. Her warm, soft palm touched bare skin directly, cupping his balls before slowly moving up to the glans, rubbing gently.
"One thing's for sure... Can Eun-kyung even sleep because of that imagination...?"
The words were slow yet clear. Not quite a provocation, not quite a warning. But they struck the listener with deliberate precision.
Eun-kyung's shoulders, which had been quietly watching the scene, began to heave with rough breaths. Her clenched fists trembled. Fine veins rose on the back of her pale hands.
"Th-Then..."
Eun-kyung, quietly biting her lip, let the words slip out.
"I just won't go home... Then I won't have to sleep while imagining anything."
Jiwon was silent for a moment after hearing that. She simply turned her head slowly and looked at Eun-kyung.
"What did you say...?"
As if she hadn't heard. Or as if she wanted to confirm it on purpose.
Eun-kyung's eyes widened in surprise, then she took a deep breath and forced herself to continue.
"Will I... be at Mingyu's house more often, or will Teacher be at Mingyu's house more often...?"
"...Y-Your husband is at home... You... probably can't come more often than me, right...?"
Jiwon's expression remained blank as she closed her mouth, but a deep shadow slowly fell over it.
"Now, both of you, stop—"
The moment Mingyu tried to step forward, Jiwon's index finger gently rested on his lips. Unable to continue, Mingyu froze at the strange sensation and gaze transmitted through her fingertip.
"Shh— Master, just wait a moment... This seems like something the women should handle. Could you wait a little...?"
Jiwon whispered softly and slowly removed her finger, then turned her gaze and walked toward Eun-kyung. With her arms crossed, she stopped quietly in front of her and spoke with only the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
"Eun-kyung, listen carefully."
"I'm not competing with you. Whether you're his girlfriend or whatever... it doesn't matter."
"I've already finished talking with Master. I'm Master's first woman."
With those words, Jiwon slowly tilted her head and continued quietly.
"Both in the order I served Master first, and in Master's heart... that's already how it is."
"You're—seriously misunderstanding right now."
After finishing, Jiwon slowly reached out and lightly grasped Eun-kyung's chin. Holding the small, tense jawline with her fingertips, she gently lifted it upward. Eun-kyung was slightly shorter. Jiwon leaned her upper body down just a little, bringing her face right up to Eun-kyung's. Close enough for their breaths to touch.
"...Date or whatever, do what you want."
"But Master hates girls who act however they please."
Word by word, Jiwon spoke as if stamping each one down.
"Do you understand? If you don't believe me, feel free to ask Master."
And finally, Jiwon placed her index finger lightly on Eun-kyung's chest and drew a clear line, gentle yet firm.
"You're... behind me."
"And don't try to get ahead. That's enough for me."
Eun-kyung's shoulders shrank slightly, her lips trembling. Tears welled in her eyes, and a sobbing sound rose in her throat as if she might burst into tears at any moment.
She had thought of herself as a clever fox. She had believed it, and so she had assumed she held the upper hand in this game too. But before Jiwon's decisive words, her solid trust with Mingyu, and that refined expression of affection, Eun-kyung felt herself becoming endlessly small, far too easily.
With that broken gaze, she looked at Mingyu and whispered pleadingly.
"...Is it true...?"
The words didn't come out, but the question was fully contained in her eyes. Mingyu didn't open his mouth. He simply nodded slowly, very subtly. At that single confirmation, the tears Eun-kyung had been holding back nearly poured out.
Just then, Jiwon approached with a gentle face.
"Don't cry, Eun-kyung."
She softly wiped Eun-kyung's cheek with her sleeve and continued.
"I'm the same. I can't have him all to myself either."
"It's not about fighting and taking from each other. It's about acknowledging this special situation and learning to share Mingyu's— no, Master's love."
"As a woman, I know that feeling of wanting to cry... Because I felt it too."
The moment she heard those words, Eun-kyung sniffled as if collapsing and lowered her head—then buried her face in Jiwon's arms like a child and hugged her with both arms.
"...S-Sorry... For acting so badly... Uu..."
Jiwon silently stroked Eun-kyung's head and patted her back. Her fingertips were quiet and warm, and her eyes now held a subtle composure.
Jiwon's hand gently stroked Eun-kyung's golden hair, then naturally passed over her nape and slowly descended along her back. When her palm lightly pressed against the clothes, Eun-kyung flinched but didn't pull away. When her fingertips brushed the waistline and reached near the hips, Jiwon paused briefly, then pressed lightly on the curve of her buttocks with her fingers as if checking whether she would refuse. Then she patted her buttocks lightly two or three times. There was affection in that touch, and a subtle sense of dominance.
Yet Eun-kyung didn't run away. Instead, she quietly accepted Jiwon's touch, only repeating soft sniffles.
"...Sniff... I'm... a bad girl..."
"...Acting weird..."
"...To both Master... and Teacher..."
"...I'm sorry..."
Her voice sounded like a child being scolded, filled with complicated emotions. Shame, guilt, jealousy, and... a strange sense of relief.
After stroking Eun-kyung's back once more, Jiwon shifted her gaze back to Mingyu. Her eyes held a playful light, as if asking, "Shall we start now, Master?"
Illustration test
For now, I found a model where body types, eye colors, and hair colors don't mix up when multiple women appear, but creating multiple characters is quite tedious... ㅜㅜ At this level of quality, I'm not satisfied enough to use it for illustrations, so I'm looking for a solution. Next time, I'll come back with a higher-quality illustration solution.
For now, just think of it as "Ah~ So illustrations with two women will be possible soon~" and wait and see.