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While Jihan was still having his fun at the restaurant, Cheon Hana was in audience with the Shaman.
Shaman: “Your face is glowing. Did you return from the breeding stable?”
Hana: “Yes… that’s right.”
At the question, Cheon Hana’s cheeks flushed faintly.
Not from embarrassment at revealing her private affairs, but because the pleasure she’d felt earlier in the day resurfaced vividly in her mind.
Shaman: “Hmm… is mating really that good? I wouldn’t know.”
The Shaman watched Hana rub her thighs together and imagined
How that cold, composed girl would cry out before stud Baek Jihan.
How she would act coquettishly to make his manhood hard, how fervently she would move her hips to receive his seed.
I admit… I am curious.
But that was all mere curiosity.
The Shaman did not think that she would experience the same addictive ecstasy as the other women, even if she coupled with Jihan.
For her, it was a matter of superiority a belief she was fundamentally different from other women and an ambition to elevate herself further.
If she were to couple, it would be solely to produce an heir, not for base lust.
“……”
Just as the Shaman could read Hana’s aroused air, Hana could read the Shaman’s lofty demeanor.
Indeed, the Shaman is on a whole different level.
Hana, too, found it hard to picture the Shaman whining under a man.
But… if that man were Master, it would be different.
From head to toe, he was sex incarnate.
Having now come to naturally regard Jihan as her “Master,” Hana found it a pity the Shaman could not appreciate his magnificence.
She wanted to show her.
But how?
As she had said, the Shaman was on a different tier even among the famed Cheon women.
She never took orders and never did what she didn’t want to do. Her every action was for the prosperity of the clan and for her own interest.
How could I turn such a Shaman into Master’s slave?
This was a most improper question for the Shaman’s secretary a young elite who had also become the inspector director to be pondering.
Still, amid their silence, Hana willingly sank deeper into that thought.
Of course, handing another woman to Jihan would reduce the time she could have him for herself.
But perhaps… it might be only natural.
Like water flowing downhill, like hot and cold air mixing and circulating on their own
Master is a man who will rule every woman in the world.
Even among the most beautiful, the Shaman stood at the pinnacle.
The idea that Jihan wouldn’t target her was absurd.
And if he put his mind to it, however long it took, conquering the Shaman was a certainty. It was a fixed future.
So Hana decided to go with the flow, not against it.
Soon, countless women will angle for Master’s favor: crossing their arms coyly, or brazenly pressing their breasts to him, slipping into his bedchamber to suck his dawn erection, offering to bathe him and “wash” his cock with their pussy, or massaging not shoulders and legs but those far finer muscles…
Holding the proud claim of being Master’s first slave, Hana, too, could gladly do all of that for him.
Master’s joy is my joy.
But what if she were the one to offer up the Shaman? What if she presented to him, perfectly prepared, the woman he would desire most?
Wouldn’t even a just Master show favoritism to her?
Wouldn’t he love her all the more for standing aloof with folded arms while the brazen hussies begged to be fucked?
Well now…
“Gulp…”
How exciting.
The Shaman noticed Hana staring into space and swallowing, and tilted her head before ending the long silence to state the reason she’d called her.
Shaman: “The reason I’ve called you here…”
At that voice, Hana looked at her still preoccupied with her own fantasy of Jihan ravishing the Shaman and thanking her for it.
Shaman: “Baek Jihan the stud is actually…”
Ohoook…♥ Stud cock is amazing♥
For an instant, over the proud expression on the Shaman’s face, Hana saw a lewd vision of her slack-eyed, gripping his cock.
Shaman: “…of the director’s bloodline.”
Hana: “…”
Shaman: “Hana? Are you listening?”
Hana: “…Ah, yes. Shaman.”
Shaman: “Hoohoo, you must be quite shocked you can’t even answer at first.”
Though young, Hana prided herself on her social skills. She bowed her head, mind racing.
Hana: “…Yes, I’m very surprised.”
Shaman: “However shocked you are, could you be more shocked than I?”
Hana: “…Were you shocked, too, Shaman?”
Shaman: “Yes. That Baek Jihan was the Medical Director’s son… I can’t remember hearing news more shocking of late.”
At her sigh or was it a deep breath Hana’s jaw dropped.
And this time she wasn’t acting.
Hana: “Th-that… huh?”
Shaman: “You seem unusually dazed today. And calling him the stud… I suppose I shouldn’t, now. He will be my husband, after all.”
Hana: “Eeeeh?”
Hana had never been so surprised in her life.
Regardless, the Shaman continued spilling her feelings like a schoolgirl confiding in a friend.
Shaman: “It’s already settled with the Medical Director. I will marry him, make him mine, and directly raise the children he has with other women since they’re my husband’s children, they’ll be mine. Of course, our official marriage will wait until I’ve slaughtered every one of those obnoxious sluts. Then, I will go out into the world. The whole world will witness our greatness. Ah… I will accomplish in my time what my predecessors could not.”
“…So not only will my name be remembered as a great figure… all people will revere me.”
Caught in her one-sided delusion, Hana nonetheless drew on her social skill to play along.
Hana: “…Like a god, you mean.”
The Shaman smiled beatifically.
Shaman: “Yes. Like a god.”
Though she’d spoken many times with the Shaman as secretary, Hana had never seen that expression.
Facing it now, Hana herself smiled brightly.
Looks like she’ll spread her legs for Master all on her own.
It seemed all the world’s currents flowed toward him.
Shaman: “Go and spread the news. When this becomes known, even women who’ve hesitated to visit the barn will come gladly. After all, they’d be giving their child to me why hesitate?”
Hana: “…My lord will be pleased as well.”
Shaman: “Hoohoo, you think so?”
Hana: “Of course. Not only are you beautiful beyond compare, but you’ll be master of this mountain and the whole world. Serving you with body and heart, my ‘Master,’ is only natural.”
Shaman: “Indeed.”
The Shaman smiled in satisfaction, and Hana smiled with her.
Shaman: “From my first impression of him the sheer vitality, the special-grade designation, his inquisitiveness toward sorcery I can believe he’s the Medical Director’s son. He’s perfect as a husband.”
Hana: “Congratulations.”
Shaman: “Hmm… though I do worry won’t this make the Medical Director too powerful?”
Finding a willing ear for her worries, the Shaman let them spill out.
Hana: “From what I know, the Medical Director disappeared from public life after losing not a daughter but a son out of sheer doting. And now you’ll fully hold her son… what’s there to worry about?”
Shaman: “Ho, you have a point. She may be willful, but there’s no need to cut off such a loyal vassal for something that hasn’t happened.”
Hana realized her words had just lengthened the Medical Director’s leash.
Shaman: “She has immense maternal love imagine forcing her to mate with her son. Quite a spectacle. You’ll be invited, of course. It’ll be a fine show, won’t it?”
Hana: “…I’ll look forward to it.”
With her sharp mind, Hana understood the Shaman’s intent: to order incest as a test of loyalty and a punishment for perceived insolence.
In any case, Hana was eager to share this explosive news.
Hana: “Then, I’ll go right away.”
Shaman: “Yes, go on.”
Hana bowed and left.
In the chill that pervaded even midsummer, the Shaman stayed, mulling over one remaining issue.
Shaman: “Titles are tricky. Husband? My lord? Hm… maybe I should have asked Hana.”
Coddled since birth, never having failed, her mind was so pure she couldn’t imagine that all her bright visions might be reduced to fantasy.
Shaman: “Honey? Darling? No, the Western terms don’t suit me at all.”
She went on wasting her time pondering how to address Jihan… while
??? “What?! He’s the Medical Director’s son?”
One woman who loved Jihan rejoiced that the status gap blocking them had vanished.
??? “Hah… with the Medical Director’s blood, that extraordinary face makes sense.”
Another accepted his prowess.
??? “…??? Me?”
One, upon learning the secret of his birth, just tilted her head and wiggled her hips in puzzlement. And
??? “Glad to meet you. I’m Jihan’s biological mother.”
One succeeded in contacting someone from outside, hidden from allied eyes.
??? “My name is Cheon Ari. Miss Baek Sera no.”
Cheon Ari: “Succubus Queen.”
