Luxury Brands
Designer clothes.
"Th-this is a two-million-won piece…"
"Get her size. She's wearing it out."
"Right away, sir!"
Shoes.
"I've never worn million-won heels before. They're so comfortable."
"Pick out another pair for everyday wear too."
"Which ones shall I wrap for you?"
Bag.
"How is it?"
"Pretty."
"Really? Does it suit me…?"
"It suits you perfectly, miss! Matches today's outfit just right—exactly!"
Piece by piece, I fitted her out. Suhyun, dressed head to toe in luxury brands, offered an awkward little smile.
Of course she has to wear at least this much.
To a man, a woman is an accessory. Dress her in high-end and it actually feels worth having her on your arm. She still seemed not to grasp what any of it meant. She had basic taste, at least.
"The finishing on this one's a little off, though."
"Sir, our Hermès pieces are handcrafted by French artisans, one stitch at a time…"
"Looking at the artisan number, this one barely finished his apprenticeship. Show me something else."
"Yes, of course, sir!"
She was still a fledgling. For her first round I chose everything myself so she could start building standards.
Luxury has its own way of being chosen.
Hermès. France's pride among the luxury houses. Just as the staff said, artisans make every piece by hand, stitch by stitch. There's a small catch, though. Even among those artisans there are tiers, and you can read them from the number stamped on the buckle.
"B09… if I remember right, that artisan was never especially popular."
"R-really?"
"This is Suhyun's first luxury bag. We have to get her a good one."
I brushed her bangs aside. The prickly girl from earlier had vanished; in her place stood a junior who followed along without complaint.
What woman actually hates luxury goods?
Even a girlfriend who had been dumping every ounce of irritation on you goes quiet the moment you buy her a bag. And here I was swapping her out from head to toe.
"Where next?"
"I think this is plenty…"
"No. If I'm buying, we're wrapping you in the absolute best of everything."
Suhyun's lips. I tipped her chin up a fraction and opened them, then slid my tongue deep and tasted her.
Schlick.
Gulp.
Earlier she had been flustered—pushing back with real force, scrubbing her mouth afterward. Now she met me halfway. Her arms came around me, settling into a steady hold. We kissed hard. When I finally pulled away, a flushed, breathless woman was in my arms.
"Oppa… people are watching."
"Hm?"
"The staff."
"You just bought a pretty bag. We ought to check how much tastier you've gotten before we leave."
The saleswoman was watching, forcing a smile. Inside she was probably cursing the PDA. No—more likely she's jealous. This was the kind of luxury piece you couldn't afford even if you emptied a whole paycheck. She wanted a boyfriend who would gift her one. I was doing exactly that. She might even be wishing someone would pick her up the same way.
"Next up—underwear? Any brands you like?"
"I don't really know the expensive ones."
"That so? Let's go pick some out."
I draped an arm over her shoulders and walked her out, advertising that she was mine.
Young, pretty, and polished on top of it—she'll only get tastier.
I was simply helping the process along. The moment we entered the cosmetics floor, staff behind the glass were already watching us. They knew. Big spender. Word had clearly spread among the employees.
"Welcome, sir! Your girlfriend is absolutely gorgeous~."
"Is she?"
"Anything would look good on her, but if you'd like, we could show a few suggestions?"
They bowed nearly ninety degrees and stuck close, working the sale. A gold mine. Luxury-floor staff take incentives off the sales they ring. Luxury is hard to move; if a customer browses for hours and buys a single piece, you're lucky. We were shopping like it was Dongdaemun market—no questions, no haggling, cash on the spot. No wonder the rumor mill was spinning. Keep this customer happy and the numbers would follow.
Whoosh.
I taught them how hard it is to take other people's money. I flipped Suhyun's skirt up.
"O-Oppa?!"
"It's fine. These are all staff whose job is to pick pretty lingerie for Suhyun. Right?"
"Y-yes, sir…"
I showed them what she was wearing. Even staff hardened to every kind of difficult customer jumped. If she'd been wet already it would have been perfect. She still needed more development. I stroked the thighs of a Suhyun whose cheeks had gone scarlet and whose body had locked up.
"When I take them off I want something that gets me hard, and something good for seducing a man. Pick those."
"Yes, right away!"
"And her legs are pretty."
A sexy one-shoulder dress, black tones. Stockings would make it perfect. Since we're already in the lingerie section… I was craving a garter belt. A promising candidate caught my eye at once. First step toward turning her into a sexy secretary.
"For reference, her bust size is—"
"W-we'll help with that! Girlfriend, could you come this way…?"
They fitted her with everything. As expected, the garter belt completed the whole look.
"Oh, that's sexy."
"It's a little too grown-up…"
"It's fine. Oppa's going to make Suhyun into an adult."
I kissed her again and stroked her thigh. Sliding a hand under for a quick check: Damn, she's wearing something filthy. Barely any fabric. Part of me wanted to flip the skirt right there. I left the full reveal for later pleasure.
"We're doing it today, right?"
"Yeah. I'm going to fuck you."
"You're awful. I finally got things good with my boyfriend."
"Then just get things good with Oppa too."
After this much, doing nothing was impossible. Suhyun already looked ready in her head. She likes the transgression, doesn't she? Cheating. Once had been enough to satisfy the curiosity. Every time she saw her boyfriend the guilt hit. I was offering an advantage that still came out ahead even after swallowing that guilt—plus the kind of stimulation you never feel living an ordinary life.
"Whoa…"
"Who is that? Some model?"
I walked her around. The raw material had already been excellent; now she was fully dressed in luxury. She stole every eye in the place. Gangnam. Pretty girls are everywhere here, so people recognize the real thing even faster. She wasn't some common plastic-surgery product. A chic, haughty beauty's aura rolled off her.
"Oppa, not here…"
"What does it matter? No one who knows us is around."
I set my hand on her thigh—right above the garter, the spot I most wanted to touch—and stroked freely. Boyfriend privileges. Or rather, almost-boyfriend privileges. The padding seems to be working too. The chest she herself called a complex. Under clothes it could still do the job. Purely ornamental. I teased the newly polished Suhyun and enjoyed the department-store date.
"This is basically sponsorship, isn't it?"
"You figured it out?"
"Ages ago."
"How much would it take for you to keep meeting Oppa? Hm?"
It wasn't a normal date. If the age gap had been even a little wider, people would have started suspecting. Schlick. Six years wasn't strange enough to raise eyebrows. Even when I ate her lips we still looked like a slightly immature couple. So that's why Ken Fisher said to have a lot of sex while you're young. The range of play you can get away with is so much wider. Spend the same money and the satisfaction is completely different.
"You order food?"
"Yes—sushi for both of us."
"Good girl. Sit here."
"Of course it's that seat."
Sitting right beside her raised no eyebrows. We had come to the food hall to eat. I sat Suhyun next to me and showed my true colors, using the blind spot under the table.
Squish.
I touched her private place. She must have expected it; she folded her arms on the table and laid her head down.
"You're wet."
"Ugh… a lot of things happened."
"You're just sensitive. Oppa likes girls who get nice and wet."
I stroked her lightly. I hadn't even put a finger inside yet and the area was already slick. Soft moans came in regular intervals. I toyed with her for a long while before the pager finally buzzed.
"Looks good."
"It's pressed sushi. First time trying it."
"Shall we taste?"
"Kya!"
Suhyun brought the food over. The system was to pour soy sauce into a side dish, but I dipped something else.
Squish.
I pushed a finger deep into her soaked place and pulled it out. Clean, bright acidity. Really wakes up the appetite. I sucked it clean and sampled the sushi. Being a department store, it lacked the real character of proper pressed sushi. More like square watermelon—different shape, same ordinary sushi taste.
"Not eating?"
"How am I supposed to eat while you're doing that?"
"Then should I scoop a little more?"
"Hyeek?!"
There was seasoning enough. Even after I wiped her once, production started up again almost immediately. A well. An actual well. Scooping was fun. A little unsanitary, maybe, but a short while wouldn't hurt.
"You should've just said let's do it earlier."
"Where?"
"The bathroom or something. You usually do it anywhere."
"Today I'm going to eat you only after you're so desperate you're spreading yourself open."
She hadn't been this wet before. The long, slow heating had been worth it. She's getting tastier. I was starving too. Lately I'd only been sucking and licking without finishing; I was going crazy. No—simply finishing wasn't the issue. She needed to be as good as Sora.
"Oppa put the hand he was eating with in there."
"Hm?"
"It tickles. God, seriously."
"Want me to put it in? Hold on a little longer."
Preheat her like this and the flavor rises—like properly aged sashimi, like good meat. She's got some color to her now. The wooden, expressionless first impression was already gone. Her boyfriend would definitely like it too.
After we finished eating we stepped out of the department store. Suhyun came and pressed herself against me first.
"Hotel? Or Oppa's place?"
"Hotel."
"Do whatever you want with me today."
"Then one more thing to buy?"
"?"
She was already aching for it. The chic, haughty girl in dark designer clothes was mine. There's a special fun in playing with a woman like this. An essential toy.
Toy store.
Beep.
Working retail is never easy. Especially when the toys aren't ordinary ones.
"Um, that…"
"What type of product are you looking for?"
"Just normal ones! Normal!"
"Tenga is over that way."
Adult toys, that is. The male customer who had only just become an adult was almost cute by comparison.
"We're looking for something a couple can use together."
"Ah~ Oppa~!"
"Softer types that help with foreplay are on the left; more serious ones are on the right."
"Really? Thanks!"
There were perverted couples too. They asked where the toys were and vanished to the right side. The girl's pretty. I've never even dated someone like that. Hard not to feel jealous. Buying toys here basically meant they would be using them soon. The job wasn't hard on the body so much as on the mind. Being single made the hit land harder.
Then, right in front of him—
"Um… excuse me…"
His ideal type appeared. Slender figure, chic and haughty face. Even her clothes radiated money. He was just thinking, So even girls like this masturbate, when—
Thud.
Something ridiculous landed on the counter. It was an adult toy shop, so it was possible, but still.
"C-could you put these in a bag? Quickly…"
"All of… these, you mean?"
"Yes…"
Dildos. Rotors. Womanizers. Vibrators. Anal beads. Not just one or two. And the sizes—
That goes inside her? Inside that girl?
Come to think of it, she had come from the right side. She had browsed the serious toys, found what she wanted, and brought them over. Curiosity rose all the way to his throat, but—
Beep.
All he could do was silently scan the barcodes.