Level Up (3)
There is no surer way to gauge a business's potential than to work there yourself as an employee. If the people on the inside can't see a future in it, the public certainly isn't going to. It had seemed like a flawless method—until she actually tried to put it into practice, and found something about the whole arrangement sitting uncomfortably in her gut.
Come to think of it... when was the last time I even had sex?
Seoyun was twenty-nine. In another era that would have branded her a leftover spinster who'd missed her window, but in the modern world she was still very much in her prime. More than that—if you squinted past the cold, sharp-edged exterior, her skin was so fair and luminous she could have held her own against women in their early twenties. Stretch it a little and she wouldn't have looked out of place among girls in their late teens.
Even so, a woman in her peak years, Seoyun had never been the type to pour herself into the dating game.
Romance is trivial. Don't I have more important things to do first?
Raising her own value—that was the important thing.
The reason Seoyun had become a building owner at the young age of twenty-nine was that she had a gift for investing. She held down a separate day job, of course, but the decisive factor in multiplying her fortune had always been the stock market. She had a talent for reading the flow of money. Perhaps she'd inherited it from her father.
Born with a silver spoon in her mouth, she couldn't deny that her father had provided the seed capital. Even so, she was certain of one thing: she was the one who had made that money grow. Money itself wasn't what mattered. In a capitalist society, the accumulation of wealth was a form of self-proof.
Her obsession with property values sprang from the same root. Rising housing prices meant her wealth was increasing—but they also meant she was sharp enough to have seen it coming. That hunger for excellence transferred, without modification, onto the men she would allow at her side. Any man worthy of standing next to her had to be excellent enough to match her. And if she couldn't catch a man like that, dating was nothing but a waste of time.
For Seoyun, the core of romance had never been love. It was self-proof.
Under those conditions, opportunities to actually date were never going to come easy. The world simply didn't have enough worthwhile men in it.
The last one was that guy from about two years ago. Smart enough, but a premature ejaculator with a pathetic personality. I dumped him before it went anywhere.
Solo ever since. On top of that, Seoyun was fundamentally the type who received service in bed, not the type who gave it. In that sense, you could almost say she had no experience at all.
But—
Well. There's nothing I can't figure out if I set my mind to it.
And besides, all she was doing here was putting herself in an employee's shoes to see whether this business had any real chance of succeeding. Her actual skill as a sex entertainer wouldn't even be at issue.
"Whew. Ms. Landlord, your body is way more incredible than it looked through your clothes. This is seriously turning me on."
"...Well. I do take care of myself, in my own way."
She had no interest in dating, but neglecting herself as a woman was something she couldn't tolerate either. What grated on her was the way he chose to compliment her. Turning him on. There had to be a less vulgar way to praise a woman than that.
Inwardly, Seoyun deducted points from Chanho's competence as a boss.
"Sooo... how exactly am I supposed to entertain you? I'm afraid I'm not well-versed in this sort of thing."
"I figured as much. Don't worry about it. Normally the client is supposed to be the one being led, but some clients prefer to take the lead themselves. Just think of me as one of those and go from there. Let's see... first..."
The man hooked his thumbs into the one remaining scrap of fabric on his body, stripped his underwear clean off, and presented his erect cock to Seoyun.
"How about servicing this guy with your mouth first?"
"Ah—!"
Watching that cock advance toward her as she sat on the bed, Seoyun very nearly swatted it aside on instinct. She caught herself—barely—remembering the situation she was in. The revulsion, however, didn't fade in the slightest.
And for good reason.
I-it's huge! If I put that in my mouth, my jaw is going to dislocate!
Size wasn't the only problem. She'd had a handful of boyfriends over the years, and not a single one of them had ever received oral from her. Some of them had worked up the nerve to ask, carefully, now and then. She'd refused every time, and not long after, she'd ended the relationship itself.
Service that filthy thing with her mouth? What did he take women for? What if she caught something?
That, however, was how you treated an ordinary lover. Seoyun, working—however temporarily—as a sex entertainer, was in no position to refuse.
Haa... this is an investment in the future too.
She sighed inwardly and brought her lips toward the man's cock.
"Ah—before you start in earnest, could you kiss it first? That actually turns me on quite a bit."
"H-haa..."
What was supposed to feel good about kissing this repulsive thing? Seoyun couldn't begin to understand it—though, if she was being honest, the entire act of fellatio lay well outside the boundaries of her comprehension.
He'd asked. She had no choice but to do it.
Seoyun closed her eyes and pressed her lips to Chanho's cock. And in that instant—
...Huh?
A peculiar sensation bloomed outward from the point of contact, spreading fast. Was it unpleasant? No. If anything, it felt strangely refreshing—almost happy.
"That's it. You're doing well. Now, shall we try putting it in your mouth? Don't force it too deep right from the start. Just take the head inside and lick it with your tongue. Think of it like licking a slightly oversized lollipop."
"...I'll try."
Seoyun parted her lips as instructed and took only the head into her mouth. The same peculiar sensation from a moment ago unfurled through her entire oral cavity.
W-what is this? This... this strange feeling... don't tell me... it feels good?
She had this monstrosity in her mouth, and it felt good?
Seoyun couldn't believe it. But sensation doesn't lie. A clean, comforting pleasure radiated from the center of her mouth like a floral fragrance unfurling, and before she knew it her tongue was moving on its own, swirling around Chanho's cock and drawing it in.
Th-this is a weird feeling. Every time I lick this thing, some kind of strange happiness wells up. And besides... slurp... the underside of the head, the slit... they all taste different... I keep wanting to lick more.
Had a man's thing always had this kind of effect latent in it? What kind of pseudoscientific nonsense...
"Ohh, that's good. Ms. Landlord, you've got some talent. That's it, that's it. Suck it like it's delicious."
As he spoke, Chanho stroked her hair.
Seoyun had never liked having a man pet her head. The gesture, she believed, let him delude himself into thinking he was above her. But now, with Chanho's hand in her hair, she felt a fulfillment and a comfort she had never known.
W-what is going on, seriously? This is weird!
Her mind knew something was off. Her tongue, working over his cock, didn't slow for even a second. If anything, it got better.
Ah—when I lick this spot, I can feel it twitch. How cute.
A strange cuteness, a loveliness she'd never felt with any of her exes, bloomed in her chest. It was a woman's instinct: for something she loved, she found herself wanting to do things she normally couldn't have imagined.
Seoyun, who until now had only taken the head, shoved his cock all the way into her throat and sucked.
"Aaah—I did say you didn't have to go that far. Not that I'm going to turn it down if you're offering."
"Slurrrp! Mmn, nngh... schlick... slurp... shluuurp!"
She'd never even watched porn. Where she'd picked this up was anyone's guess. Seoyun bobbed her head back and forth like a living fleshlight, servicing Chanho's cock with single-minded devotion. The technique itself was clumsy and unrefined—but perhaps because of how fiercely she was determined to suck him down, Chanho didn't last long. He came in her mouth.
"Mmph?!"
The sudden invasion of that sticky, semi-solid flood, with no warning whatsoever, made Seoyun recoil in shock. She tried to spit it out. But—
I-it's delicious?!
It was bitter, salty, with a fishy smell that ought to have made her gag—and that bizarre odor and flavor registered as nothing short of exquisite.
What on earth was happening?
"Nngh... mmph... slurp... gulp... shlurp... Pwahh!"
"Ohh? You drank all of it, and this is your first time? Most people can't manage that. You might actually have a real talent for this."
"Haa... haa... h-heh... that much... wasn't particularly difficult. Not when I think about everything else I've accomplished."
"Ah, I see. Impressive. I don't think you understand how lucky I am, getting to have sex with a woman like that. Well then—shall we move on to the main event?"
"Th-the main event... alright."
Now came the real thing. Seoyun pressed a hand to her chest, trying to quiet a heart that was pounding with embarrassing eagerness.
It's fine. Everything up to now just felt new because I'd never done it before. I've had sex plenty of times.
So there was no reason to be this soaked with anticipation. She scolded herself accordingly.
Chanho laid Seoyun back on the bed, took hold of her legs himself, and spread them wide.
"Mm. Nice view. I never get tired of this, no matter how many times I see it."
"Ah... ah..."
From where she lay, she barely managed to lift her head and look down between her own spread thighs. She looked at the man's thick, imposing cock.
"H-hey..."
"Hm?"
The voice that stopped him was nothing like before—soft, almost a whisper. Seoyun hesitated, then spoke.
"D-do it... roughly."
"...."
Now that was an offer he had no reason to refuse.