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EP.204 Wholesome Barbershop 1 

Since that day, my daily life had remained much the same. 

Morning sex, sex at lunchtime, sex in the afternoon, and from evening until dawn sex. 

A relentless hell of sex so extreme that even King Uija himself couldn’t keep up. 

In this hell of sex, I was like the King of the Underworld, sentencing countless women to the punishment of pregnancy. 

And indeed, in this context, pregnancy was a fitting term for “punishment.” 

I used my incubus powers just enough not to be found out, and turned them into my slaves. 

The pregnant women’s top priority had shifted from the Shaman to me, and since that meant they would now be siding with me in destroying the roost called Munyeosan they’d been building up all their lives that was a cruel punishment for them indeed. 

Truthfully, relying just on the guests who came to the stud barn wasn’t bringing much progress. 

On a good day, I might manage four partners at most. 

But then the truth came out that I was the Medical Director’s son, and it was announced that I’d become the Shaman’s husband. 

And once it was known that any sons I had with other women would be placed in the Shaman’s personal, most prestigious unit  

The women were naturally desperate to bear my children. 

So every time I left the barn, I was greeted with: 

“Oh my, aren’t you Master Cheon Jihan? What an amazing coincidence! If you’re not too busy, would you join us for a bit…” 

 And they’d leave patting their swollen bellies in satisfaction. 

Oh, and my name was now officially “Cheon Jihan.” 

It wasn’t just a matter of people calling me that administratively, it was finalized. 

Dambi once brought me some papers for something whatever it was, I don’t really know but I saw my name changed to Cheon Jihan on them, and I remember feeling strangely unsettled. 

After finishing my barn duties, I headed out again today, as usual, to enjoy the now daily “chance encounters.” 

Along the way, I spotted some very welcome faces. 

“Ah! Oppa!” 

“Orabeoni…” 

There are only two people in this place who call me that. 

“Hye-yeon, Hee-yeon.” 

Patter patter patter! 

The twin sisters, who’d gone from lesbian sisters to cock worshippers, came running at full speed and wagged their “tails” in front of me like golden retrievers. 

“Congratulations, orabeoni!” 

“Oh, right! You’re not only the Medical Director’s son now… but also the Shaman’s husband! That’s amazing!” 

“Haha, thanks.” 

I patted their heads, and their twin tails swung side-to-side just like real tails. 

They grinned happily and enjoyed my hand for a moment before  

“But, orabeoni.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Don’t you think your hair’s way too long for someone about to get married?” 

“My hair?” 

I grabbed my bangs and pulled them down in front of me. 

“Huh… I haven’t even been paying attention, but now that you mention it, yeah, it’s gotten long.” 

My bangs had grown enough to completely cover my eyes. 

“You look great now, but if you trimmed it just a little, you’d look even better.” 

“She’s right!” 

“Is that so.” 

Honestly, the thought of a haircut was a lot less appealing than the thought of an intense session with these twins. 

As I hesitated, the younger sister, Hee-yeon, noticed and came toward me with a sly smile. 

“You know the salon lady there?” 

“Yeah?” 

“She is suuuuper beautiful.” 

It was the kind of smile you’d see from a bespectacled pig about to use a hypnosis app on some girl who’d bullied him. 

“Ehehehe.” 

Next to her, Hye-yeon shyly copied her sister. 

Apparently, they didn’t like my current hairstyle much. 

“So, she’s beautiful, huh? How beautiful?” 

“…Just a tiiiny bit prettier than us.” 

“Not me just a little prettier than my sister.” 

“…You two are twins.” 

Anyway. Guess I’ll go, then? 

“Unni, why are you flirting with oppa so much?” 

“You’re the one being rude to your sister!” 

Bickering, the twins hooked themselves onto my arms, and we headed to the (wholesome) salon. 

“Welcome… Oh my! Aren’t you two the cutest twins?” 

Like the restaurant before, there was only one salon in all of Munyeosan, run by Cheon Seung-ah. 

She had originally been a branch family member, but by chance gotten the opportunity to style the Shaman’s hair, and her skill was so well-received that she was made direct family. 

Even now, she occasionally cut the Shaman’s hair, and by the Shaman’s strict standards, she was a top-level stylist indeed. 

“It’s really been far too long since you came, hasn’t it?” 

That the women of Munyeosan possessed beauty and health out of step with their age was no surprise anymore. 

But mental health was another matter. 

Not that Seung-ah’s own was bad it’s just that with age, her longing to start a family of her own had grown strong. 

So she doted quite a bit on the twin sisters Hye-yeon and Hee-yeon when they visited. 

Two small, adorable, perfectly identical girls stuck together it was enough to stir her maternal instincts. 

“Hehe, sorry.” 

“But since we brought such an important guest today, please fit him in our orabeoni.” 

“Huh? It’s about closing time soon… wait. ‘Orabeoni’?” 

Only then did Seung-ah notice the twins were still near the entrance, and realized the “orabeoni” they spoke of was that man from the rumors. 

She tried to deny it. 

Even when he’d been a stud, he was enormously popular and apart from a rare few proud direct-line women, everyone was desperate to have sex with Jihan. 

And now, thanks to recent rumors and their confirmation  

The first male direct family member, and the Shaman’s true husband. 

That news had even those who’d acted indifferent, treating him like “sour grapes,” going into heat. 

The competition to bear his child was fiercer than ever  

And if she hadn’t been busy running the only salon in town herself, Seung-ah might have tried to join in. 

So when the twins called him “orabeoni,” she thought maybe a new stud had arrived recently. 

The idea that branch family twins had brought the most popular, drop-dead gorgeous man in the mountain here… was hard to believe. 

But the dazzling figure through the shop’s glass window shattered her skepticism. 

“Oh… this interior is really sleek.” 

When Jihan stepped through the door the twins opened for him and looked around like he owned the place, she thought she must be dreaming. 

“Do you do men’s cuts?” 

Then  

Those full, red lips lips that begged to be tasted opened and closed, sending his voice straight into her ears with a rich timbre. 

…Gulp. 

She felt dazed, thinking maybe she could soon realize her dream of a happy family. 

The eyes are the window to the soul, so with her gaze vacantly softened, she replied: 

“Yes… have a seat.” 

After seating Jihan, Seung-ah told him to wait a moment and took the twins into the back room. 

Then she hugged them so tightly they almost couldn’t breathe. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Really!! Thank you so much!” 

“Uuugh! Mmph!” 

“Pffh… I… can’t… breathe!” 

The twins flailed, suffocated by huge breasts perfect for raising children, and only after several minutes were they released. 

Freed, Hee-yeon spoke with an annoyed pout. 

“I seriously almost died.” 

“Hoho… sorry.” 

“But why are you thanking us, boss?” 

“Huh? Well…” 

“Orabeoni’s just here for a haircut, you know?” 

“……” 

And then, Seung-ah realized she’d made a huge mistake. 

This man who until recently had been a stud  

She’d just assumed, of course, that even if he grew old, he wouldn’t leave someone as pretty as her alone. 

That was prejudice, born from the mix of his past and her own fantasies. 

Realizing that left her slumped against the wall with a look of embarrassed despair. 

"……" 

Her mood dropped from soaring delight to rock-bottom in an instant. 

Just before the graph of her emotions would break through the ground into the mantle, the twins exchanged looks. 

“To get what you want ” 

“You have to make an effort.” 

“…Effort?” 

She looked at them pleadfully, as if begging them to teach her if they knew a way. 

In front of her, the little devils grinned slyly. 

‘All for…’ 

‘Orabeoni.’ 

All for Jihan’s dopamine-maximizing sex. 

“What do I have to do?” 

Hye-yeon whispered devilishly first. 

“Orabeoni is the ultimate ‘Teto-nam’ if he likes a woman, he always fucks her… You could call him the top macho man of our time.” 

Hee-yeon added: 

“But sometimes, he probably wants to try something different, too.” 

“Something… different?” 

The sisters looked devilish, but to Seung-ah they appeared like angels angels serving the god Jihan, who could help her realize her dearest wish. 

“You have to seduce him, boss.” 

“No matter how macho oppa is, he doesn’t rape. So…” 

Whisper chitters, murmurs, fshfshfsh. 

“I’m interested in you. So you can do whatever you want with me. That’s what you have to make him feel, right?” 

“Perfect.” 

“Seduce him so lewdly he can’t resist… Fuu, can I really do that…? No. I can. Cheon Seung-ah! Just imagine it you and Jihan having a child who looks just like you both… how beautiful would they be!” 

Watching this outwardly composed yet rather innocent woman slowly descend into depravity left the sisters shivering with glee. 

And imagining what kind of reward a pleased Jihan might give them for such a gift  

Fshhh! 

Slick slick! 

The sisters quietly got wet.