The Real Gambling Den
The casino hotel.
Ordinarily, he would never set foot in a place like this.
Not superstition.
Reality was the problem. Gamblers who had lost everything tended to make ugly choices—and the venue of choice was often a hotel room. They wanted to go out somewhere nice, at least.
Rattle~!
It happened more often than people liked to admit. That was why ghosts supposedly haunted hotels near casinos with such stubborn frequency.
"Have you calmed down?"
"Yes……."
"Must have been a shock. Coming to a casino for the first time and having an experience like that."
At least the young woman in front of him was no ghost. Slim, but with a firm, well-built figure, she sat on the edge of the bed, sipping tea he had roughly steeped from the room's complimentary supplies.
Gulp.
She was an actress. Recent dramas and films had made her a hit.
"I've been so busy. This was my first vacation in ages."
"I see."
"I came here to catch my breath……, to blow off some stress."
Her next drama was set in a casino, she explained. She had come to Kangwon Land partly for location research.
Bordeaux…… no—of course a drama would look nothing like the real thing.
She must have read the script, liked it enough to come scout the place herself. Reality, however, was a hundred and eighty degrees different. The image mass media sold was pure fantasy.
"I lost five million won yesterday."
"Today you lost an amount that doesn't even compare."
"I—I just wanted to win back my stake and leave……."
You could never just play a little and walk away. Put yourself in the casino's shoes and she was the perfect mark—a black cow waiting to be milked.
Fleecing one naive girl wouldn't even count as work for them.
She was tapping the tips of both index fingers together. Anyone could see she had no resistance to this world. Worse—to the casino's hardened dealers, she was the kind of person they simply could not leave alone.
"And that became a hundred million?"
"……."
"You're the type who should never gamble again in your life."
"I felt that in my bones after this."
Pretty. Successful. Exactly the kind of character other women loved to tear down.
They want to drag you down into the same hole they're in.
Tips—what they called "popcorn money"—often exceeded a dealer's salary. Women who lived in a world where cash flowed that freely tended to go to pieces, body and soul. Seeing someone who was the opposite of them made rage boil up. Odds were high that a vicious dealer had egged her into bigger and bigger bets.
"For a popular actress, that isn't really a huge sum, is it?"
"I was a nobody until recently, so I haven't even gotten my settlement yet."
"Ah."
"It was money I was going to put toward my parents' jeonse."
So that was how she had managed to lose a full hundred million. Thanks to that, he could now enjoy a fine actress for what amounted to pocket change.
With a fixed amount in mind, the urge to break even would have hit even harder.
The more you lost, the more desperate you became. No—you started believing the next hand would finally pay out. The same baseless confidence that made people think they would win rock-paper-scissors after a losing streak. The process of sinking into the mire.
Smack!
He had pulled her out of it. Having transferred a full hundred million, he fully intended to get his entertainment's worth.
"Ah."
"You don't want to?"
"I just realized…… that was the goal all along."
"……."
Of course it wasn't free. From the moment he had brought her to the hotel, she could hardly have failed to notice. He had let a certain atmosphere hang in the air. She was an adult woman more than capable of putting two and two together.
Don't tell me…… again.
A bad premonition settled over him. Premonitions that began with "surely not" had a way of coming true—that was simply how the world worked.
"Will it be all right?"
"Will what?"
"I…… don't have much experience."
"How little?"
"I grew up somewhere I didn't get many chances to meet men……."
Another blocked-off girl. An actress. If she had been put through a strict curriculum from childhood, he could understand it—but still.
Come on. They all do it behind the scenes, don't they?
Animal Kingdom. Even if it wasn't quite that extreme, put a pretty man and a pretty woman together and sparks flew. Tempting offers came with the territory. The rumors about celebrities servicing their bosses behind closed doors—where there was smoke, there was fire. Those things really happened. He had made use of them himself.
"I only broke out of obscurity a little while ago. Ah—!"
"Enough. Get into position."
The table was set; he intended to eat. He had paid, so there shouldn't be a problem.
If something goes wrong, she's the one in trouble—not me.
He could finish this cleanly. And he had more than enough confidence to make even a first time memorable.
"You've kissed before, at least."
"Yes……. Occupational hazard."
"This deep, though?"
"?!"
He slipped his tongue in playfully. The way she startled at that alone marked her as an unmistakable virgin. In the same motion he caught her by the waist and the nape of her neck, gradually leaning his weight until she toppled back onto the bed.
Smack!
Smack!
He swallowed her lower lip and slid into her mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her saliva was beginning to flow.
She's got talent.
In inverse proportion, her tongue had gone stiff as a board. Eyes squeezed shut, she simply received his kiss.
"Haa……, haa……."
A proper first kiss. She seemed to have failed at breathing; only after their lips parted did she gasp for air.
"Did the male actors compliment you on how good you taste?"
"People don't…… usually say that."
"You taste good."
He locked eyes with her. When she tried to look away, he forced her gaze straight back to his.
Mm. Pass.
A tiny face, as befit an actress. Not an idol—a natural beauty. These days the plastic surgeons could make even the work look natural; whether she had been under the knife or not was impossible to tell.
Thud!
Thump!
Her body, though, was the product of both talent and hard work. She had clearly spent serious money on her skin—not a single blemish. Managed to celebrity standards. Commercially complete, no question.
"We're going to do it now."
"Yes……."
"No regrets? It's your first time."
"A little……."
That was why rich men paid a premium. The sense of conquest alone made them want to hold a woman like this.
If she's a virgin, well.
The premium stuck on hard. Whether a hundred million was cheap or expensive, this was never an easy decision.
"You seem like a good person, Chan-uk."
"Hm?"
"I think…… if it's you, it's all right."
Her body heat was climbing. Her face had gone bright red; whatever she was imagining was written all over it.
A virgin's fantasy.
All that effort playing the gentleman had paid off. He stripped off her outer clothes and tossed them aside. Then he began to caress her, slowly.
Lick.
Lick.
Starting at her mouth, down her throat, across her collarbones, to her breasts.
Every now and then, something modest like this is nice.
He had seen nothing but enormous ones lately. Hers were small, but beautifully shaped.
Squelch.
He carefully slipped a hand between her legs. The place he stroked so gently was already wet.
She knows how to feel it, at least. Not a complete untouched virgin.
Her profile listed her as twenty-four. Korean age twenty-five—it would have been stranger if she knew nothing at all.
Rustle~!
He eased her skirt down, underwear with it, careful not to let her register how far she had been undressed.
"Ah."
"Don't like being licked?"
"I don't know……."
"If you don't want it, I won't."
She didn't nod—but she didn't shake her head either. Staying still meant she wanted it.
Slurp!
He savored her. Well-groomed, no discoloration—pretty little labia.
She cleans the inside, too.
She would have managed herself diligently for the image the public expected. For the moment she would be eaten by him.
"Haa……, haa……."
He brought her to a state of arousal without letting her finish—until her legs went weak without her realizing it.
"Think of it as a one-night dream."
"A dream?"
"Just take it easy, La-hee."
"Ah—yes."
She settled into position. His cock was ready to enter the place that had never known a man.
Not a dream—but.
Women needed atmosphere. Atmosphere alone could make them spread their legs for a stranger.
"Aaaah!"
A sharp, electric pain. A foreign sensation she had never felt. He gave her a moment as she moaned.
Rachel used to come apart like this, too, at first.
He had given her a precious first experience—the kind of unforgettable, intense sex women craved.
"La-hee."
"Y-yes?"
"You're really beautiful."
"Well…… that's an actress's job. Aah—!"
He whispered sweet things. As she grew used to it, the time her eyes stayed open lengthened.
Honestly, I never thought she was that pretty on screen.
Just an ordinary actress. Her acting had always felt a little stiff; nothing special. But La-hee's face was softening, bit by bit. Changing as she learned what a man was.
"Even if it's just acting—can you tell me you love me?"
"Acting?"
"All right, performance evaluation starting now~."
"!!"
He wanted to play with her a little more. He pressed, and with a flustered huh? she ended up doing exactly as she was told.
Easy to make her misread the situation.
Tender feelings for the person in front of her. She was wearing a truly lovable expression.
"I love you, Chan-uk."
"I love you too."
"Ah! Ah! Love me more."
Body and heart melting. With every thrust she let out a shallow, rhythmic moan.
This is why it's fun.
Bedding celebrities had its own special thrills. With idols, for instance, you could make them dance in the cowgirl position.
Thrust! Thrust!
The tight passage that had barely taken him was gradually widening as he scraped along the unformed ridges, carving a path. Wide enough now for a proper piston. He was stamping his mark into her for good.
"So I can come inside, right?"
"I-inside?"
"You love me. You'll have my baby, won't you?"
"I will—I'll have it, so—"
She locked her long legs around his waist and held on tight. Instinct or not, she was doing well.
Bones sticking out. Hurts.
An actress's build—too thin was the only flaw. The embrace felt a little lacking, but still.
Throb!
The pleasure of finishing inside doubled. He was the first man to teach this actress what a man was.
Fuck, there's so much.
Because he hadn't come with Sora. He filled La-hee with every bit of that backlog, thoroughly. Far too much for a first-timer. She trembled for a long while before her legs finally unclenched.
"Haaah……, haaah……, haaah……."
Expression and posture both completely wrecked. Eyes unfocused, tongue lolling, gasping for breath. Legs splayed, hole twitching open and shut. Not a shred of the dignity of a successful actress remained.
Play this right and I might get a free cock-sleeve out of it.
Turn her into a proper bitch, that is. Spend the day slowly breaking her in and it could happen.
Ping!
He had a prior engagement. This entertaining diversion had left Sora neglected.
"Thanks for the meal."
"Haaah……, haaah……."
"I booked the room for the night, so stay as long as you like. You tasted good, so I'll send another hundred million."
She was still riding the afterglow too hard to answer. Clearly a very satisfying fuck.
I was satisfied too.
He couldn't leave without a review. Focusing his exceptional senses, he inscribed his verdict onto her thigh.
Nose — Lemon curd, ginger-and-peach jam, an intriguing note of wet paper
Taste — Sticky viscosity; bright acidity and sweetness giving a full-bodied mouthfeel; a touch of bitter orange peel and salt
Finish — Excellent grip, though one wonders how much is simply virginity; the rough ridges only enhance the charm
Her fleshless thigh took the marker easily enough. He had enjoyed her quite thoroughly—but still.
Empty-headed girls really aren't for me.
The main unit was a bit of an airhead. As an investor, he needed someone he could actually talk to.
Time to go see Sora.