Fragrant Hugs and Family Plans
A fresh, floral body wash scent teased his nose. Confident footsteps climbed the stairs.
"Oh, you're back?" Karin waved her hand. She must have just finished her workout and shower. Dressed in a sports bra and dolphin pants, she radiated healthy allure.
"Huh? Who's this cutie?" Karin's eyes met Hee-ah's.
"Ah, hello..." Hee-ah, wary in this new environment, looked just like a newly adopted kitten.
"What? Where'd you pick up such an adorable little thing?"
"Kidnapped her. She's ours starting today."
"Good job! Good job!" In an instant, Karin bounded over and enveloped Hee-ah in a tight hug.
"S-Sis... can't breathe..."
"Aww, you're precious! Is this that Hyun-ah girl?"
"Nah, the little sister. Name's Hee-ah. Her living situation looked rough, so I brought her along."
Karin finally released Hee-ah and spread her arms toward him, grinning. He let out a dry chuckle.
"Hey, kid's right here..."
"It's just a hug! Come on, quick!"
He wrapped his strong arms around Karin. Her firm body felt like embracing a marble statue—polished to perfection, he could almost mistake her for one. There was a sculptural beauty to her angular form.
"This hard, tight squeeze... love it!"
And Karin seemed to feel the same. Ever since those first few hugs, she'd been demanding them anytime, anywhere.
"Mmm... so good."
She rubbed her face against his solid pecs, then tilted her head up. Meeting his gaze, she flashed a proud smile.
"Anyway, she's not a slave or anything? What's the deal exactly?"
"Well, I ran into Hee-ah at the hospital by chance. Her family's in a bad spot, so I was gonna give her some pocket money..."
But when she mentioned walking an hour each way to the hospital, he and Yukiko had walked her home instead. Right in front of her place, yellow police tape stretched across the street.
"The neighborhood seemed sketchy as hell, so I had no choice."
"What, did the K-Yakuza chop someone's head off or something?"
Karin laughed, but he couldn't. He'd seen the chalk outline on the pavement and the bloodstains that hadn't fully washed away.
"Murder, yeah... probably something like that."
Karin's eyes sharpened.
"Yukiko, that for real?"
"The possibility is very low. Likely a spontaneous crime."
"Phew, thought so. Had me worried those scumbags came all the way here."
Karin's face relaxed instantly. She wasn't shocked by the death itself, but by the idea of a crime syndicate infiltrating Korea.
"Anyway, that's why I told her to pack up and come here right away. Hyun-ah's heading straight here after class too."
Truth be told, the murder was scary enough, but Hee-ah's casual reaction to it chilled him more.
Yukiko brought in a tray piled high with cookies. Karin's face lit up with a massive grin.
"That scary sis over there? Her cooking's insane. Dig in quick—this looks like a lot, but it vanishes fast."
Hee-ah glanced around cautiously, then quietly picked up a butter cookie and nibbled it. Chewing slowly, savoring the small treat, she drew everyone's eyes. He peeked at her, Karin too, even Yukiko stole glances.
"It's delicious..."
Hee-ah smiled faintly. Karin's mouth stretched so wide it might split.
He hadn't checked a mirror, but he figured his face matched.
Soon, the tray was empty.
"Look at this skinny little thing. Hee-ah, wanna work out with sis? Eat lots of meals and protein..."
"Uh, that is..."
"Oh, so how long's Hee-ah staying here?"
Karin switched topics in a flash. He scratched his head.
"She can just stick around forever, right?"
Buying her a house felt too much like pity. But he didn't want to send Hyun-ah or Hee-ah back to that slum.
"That seems fine. With looks like hers, full of potential—she'll adapt to life here early. Not a bad idea."
"Th-Thank you..."
Yukiko scanned Hee-ah with her icy gaze and nodded.
"Wasn't planning that. Just 'cause she's Hyun-ah's sister..."
Yukiko's words were as cold and ruthless as ever.
"Well, fine then. Bring 'em all. Why not share a little? As long as Master is happy, it's a rational expense."
Hee-ah trembled. He patted her shoulder absentmindedly.
Yukiko spoke harshly, but she wasn't one to twist words to piss people off.
"Hey, why say it like that..."
"But wouldn't it be better to tackle the root issue?"
It was the kind of thing Yukiko wouldn't normally say—like how she'd introduced Hyun-ah to him.
"For real?"
"Dead serious. It's not just you, Master. Other men run schools, volunteer centers, non-profits without profit motives."
More surprising than the info was that Yukiko meant it sincerely, not sarcastically.
"Really?"
He'd expected something like, "Women who won't offer their bodies should get out!" But she was surprisingly lenient toward Hee-ah.
"Master seems unused to dating local women, but it's actually quite common."
"Everyone's out there doing good..."
He had few good memories of other men. He despised most, harbored only bad vibes.
But this made him feel like he was the one standing still. No right to judge.
"It's convenient—keep local women loosely tied while building a pool of girls to your taste. Tax breaks as a bonus."
"Huh?"
Something sleazy crept in.
"Found a school, and you choose the uniforms freely. Sheer ones showing undies, or super short ones baring underboob."
He glanced at Hee-ah; she shuddered slightly. Hand on heart, it wasn't lewd intent—just curiosity about "normal" uniforms.
"That allowed?"
"Send kids to good colleges, solid facilities. Pour money in, girls will line up to enroll."
Speechless.
"Same for companies. Regular staff or CEO—lots enjoy the gap of turning bitches with one dick."
Men couldn't barge into girls' schools or offices without reason. But as "director" or "chairman," it flowed naturally. Special lectures for adult students turning into harassment, or demanding extra service from CEOs.
"Guys with disability fetishes run vet centers for wounded soldiers, fuck the women freely."
"Turning good deeds to trash..."
It was charity. Few had that kink, and aid for disabled was never enough.
"Even if not fucking now, securing women for you that way isn't bad."
"Damn, that's cold. You shoved me into bed first night!"
Karin snickered and teased. Yukiko countered instantly.
"Slaves took money for their bodies. Natural to devote solely to Master, sans personal pleasure. Delusional much, Karin?"
"Hey, I enjoyed it too!"
Yukiko glared, but Karin shrugged it off with a laugh.
If asked who loved sex most among the slaves, it'd be Karin hands-down. Yukiko planned meticulously before diving in; Karin just dove in pure.
"Bringing her home's fine, but in a few years, you'll have to define her place."
He and Karin nodded.
"Make Hee-ah one of Master's women outright, or buy a school and support her."
He glanced at Hee-ah. Parting would suck, but it felt most practical.
"But what about Mom? She'd be left alone..."
Ha-yeon, was it? No telling when she'd recover, but per their plan, she'd return to an empty home.
"Interested in that woman?"
"Not really..."
"Best not to worry. Master's already shown excessive mercy."
Hyun-ah would end up his slave anyway. No way the whole family could live together. They could visit anytime, sure. Everyone happy-ish, but the picture felt off. Like an expensive coffee with a slightly smudged foam heart.
The bell rang. Hyun-ah walked in.