The Gat-ban-in's Wet Debut
Fucking bitch… Look at how fired up she is.
Honestly, if she'd kept stalling about needing a shower or needing time to prepare herself, I would have ripped her clothes off by force. But looking at that desperate, twitching ass, she clearly wanted a taste of my monster cock.
The crotch of her jeans was already dark and soaked through. My other self reared up hard, veins standing out along the shaft.
Without a second of hesitation I reached around to her front, undid the button, and yanked the jeans down with both hands.
Sssrrrk.
"Huuuh…"
A trembling moan slipped from Ha-young's lips under the sudden tension.
I looked down.
Maybe it was from watching me fuck Yura right in front of her face. Her gray cotton panties were already soaked dark with love juice, turned a deep navy blue.
I grabbed the phone off the desk and shamelessly pointed it straight at her dripping slit.
"Hey! Hey! Don't film that!"
The second screen on the monitor closed in on her obscenely wet crease, and she twisted her body in panic, trying to escape.
But it was already too late.
"This fucking slut… you're dripping, soaking wet… You wanted it that bad?!"
"N-no! It's because I was watching you and Yura earlier… That's why!"
"Ah… is that so? But that still means you ultimately want me to rail you, right?"
"That's not it! Stop twisting my words!"
"What do you mean it's not, you bitch! Your body's this honest! Right, brothers?!"
Phone in hand, I checked the chat window exploding at the bottom of the screen.
I let out a small laugh at the cheap, filthy waste of pure desire flooding the chat, then hooked my fingers under the band of her wet panties.
"Come on. The brothers want to see. We should show them, right?"
"Haaah…"
Without hesitation I dragged the last remaining shield all the way down to her ankles.
Sssrrrk.
"……"
Her sex lay completely bare.
It was nothing like Yura's smooth, carefully waxed white pussy.
A dense, coarse thicket of hair that had never seen a single grooming appointment — ordinary-girl wildness, a whole little forest welcoming me.
"Whoa… fuck. That's insanely hot…"
The admiration slipped out before I could stop it.
Smooth was great, sure, but this raw, untamed look hit the brain in a completely different way.
The second that hairy black forest filled the phone screen in close-up, the chat burned even hotter than before.
Of course. They always said the end of tuning was pure stock. The destructive power of Gat-ban-in scarcity was beyond anything I'd imagined.
Staring at that wet hole, twitching and pleading for a man's cock, I rose to my feet.
"Our Gat-ban-in-ssi, may this humble man smash it deep inside you?!"
"Why the fuck are you even asking! …Haa… slow, put it in slow!"
"Hehehe. Yes, this body-slave obeys milady's will!"
I tossed the phone onto the desk with a clatter.
Quick on the uptake, Ha-young had already switched the broadcast signal for screen 2 from the phone to the ceiling cam, then lifted her ass higher and adjusted her stance so I could drive into her better.
Squish, squelch.
The wet sound started the second my head pushed through the hair and lined up with her entrance.
Schhhhlurp!
"Huuuuph!"
"Holy fucking shit!"
I was only halfway in.
Ha-young's ass muscles clenched in a violent spasm and locked down hard, stopping my advance with a grip like a vise.
"Hey! Loosen up a little! You're gonna snap it off!"
"Fuck… it's so fucking huge for real… haah, haah…"
She could only pant out rough breaths. The clamp around my cock showed no sign of letting go.
"Fuck, brothers! This bitch is squeezing me to death! I can't even get it in!"
I played it up for the cameras, then my eyes flashed.
"But who am I?! I am your slave Pervert-Joo! Something this small, I just punch straight through!"
Schhhhhhlurp!
"Hyaaaah! Hey! Hey! It's tearing!"
In pain and pleasure she flung an arm back to shove me off. I snatched her wrist and pinned it. Then I put my full weight behind my hips and drove all the way to the root in one merciless thrust.
Schhhhhhlurp—! Slap!
"Hwaaaaah!"
I felt my head thud heavily against the mouth of her cervix.
At the same time both her legs began trembling like aspen leaves, as if she'd been electrocuted.
"Hehehe. Bitches really can't help themselves. Stick a cock in them and they freeze solid!! This is how you handle a woman! Am I right?!"
I savored the crushing pressure and spat out lines designed to light up every base instinct in the chat.
Honestly, not hearing those teasing donation alerts was making my hands itch.
I wanted to unfreeze the donations right now and scoop up the money, but I held myself back.
I'd already banked a full hundred million won. What mattered now wasn't pocket change — it was the bigger picture: cracking three hundred million, five hundred million, enough to rip the mask off this bitch's face.
I watched her brow knit with pain and her eyes melt with the opposite pleasure, then started rolling my hips slowly.
Squish, squelch, squelch.
"Hwaah, haaaah… haaah…"
Even my tiniest movements made her inner walls flinch and clamp down hard around my cock.
"Hehehe. You bitch! Feels good? Does it?!"
"Yeah…! Fuck, it feels good! So fucking good…!"
She squeezed her eyes shut, shook her head hard, and shouted it out with total honesty. The chat went nuclear.
"Brothers! Watch how insane this bitch's grip is on cam 2! Zooming in!"
As I spoke I slowly, deliberately dragged my cock back out of her.
Schhhhhhlurp— squelch.
Her walls clung like a vacuum cleaner, wetly refusing to release my head and following it outward.
"Hwaah, hyaaah… my, my pussy… ha, haah, fuck…"
On screen her own red inner flesh was being dragged out, still clamped around my cock — the raw, filthy sight tore a disbelieving gasp from Ha-young's own mouth.
"Alright! Next highlight coming up! Honestly I don't even know whether to tell you to watch cam 1 or cam 3!"
Cam 1 closed in on Ha-young's hazy, unfocused eyes. Cam 3 closed in on the smooth white lower belly beneath her rolled-up shirt.
"Going in!!!"
Schhhhhhhhhhlurp—! Slap!
"Hyaaaaang!!!"
The massive weapon slammed hard against the deepest mouth of her womb.
Over the thin skin of Ha-young's lower belly, the thick outline of my cockhead bulged out in a clear, lewd silhouette.
And right after that came the signal that she was peaking.
Her hot insides clamped down like they meant to crush my cock to pieces.
"That's it, go! You pathetic amateur bitch!"
Schhhhhhlurp—! Slap!
"Hyaaaaah! Khek, khek, khek!!! Hyaaaang!"
Under my merciless thrusting she spat foamy saliva from her mouth, legs thrashing like aspens, and poured an enormous gush of squirt onto the floor.
"Hehehe. Wait, is this really a hundred-million-won fuck? You're already finishing — what the hell am I supposed to do with that?!"
I grabbed the collapsing Ha-young firmly under the belly and hauled her back up onto her feet.
"Haah, haah… It's not over! I can, I can still go… so don't you dare write me off, you fucking bastard! Who are you calling an amateur!"
Whether she was already addicted to my cock or just crushed under the weight of that hundred-million-won debt, the eyes that had been rolling white a second ago slowly found their focus again, now burning with spite.
I gave her the briefest rest while I chased my real goal. Leaning over her back, I roughly gripped her chin and forced her to look at the chat.
"Milady! Since we're already here, let's go all the way!"
I whispered against her ear like a devil.
"Today we just rip that face open nice and clean! Grab that sprawled-out slut Yura by the hand, fly to the Maldives, and live off cocktails! Brothers! What do you say?!"
My provocation detonated the chat in an instant.
Ha-young's eyes, staring at the chat, still looked hazy and drowned in pleasure.
But deep inside them, a glittering madness of pure hunger for money began to rise.
With difficulty she lifted her hand and splayed all five trembling fingers wide.
"Five hundred million! Brothers! Are you ready?!"
I didn't bother arguing whether five hundred million was too much or too little.
It was five times the hundred million we'd already hit in one leap, but the five-hundred-thousand-strong chat was already blazing so hot that an amount like that looked like no obstacle at all — magazines locked, ready to fire.
The screeching feminist rants barely registered in my vision.
Honestly, I wasn't worried about the face reveal.
It wasn't the flashy full-glam look of a typical female cam girl — just a lightly made-up, plain everyday face.
That ordinary-girl vibe meant the viewers wouldn't be disappointed.
When Ha-young had gone into the other room earlier, I'd already introduced myself to this editor who'd walked into the house and confirmed her looks were more than solid enough.
A face that would sell. That was exactly why I'd chosen to run the whole game through this editor.
Thud.
"Heuung…"
With my cock still buried deep inside her, I shoved my hips forward and laid my hand on the mouse sitting on the desk.
How do I play this…
A short calculation flickered through my mind.
Just like I'd frozen donations the second we hit a hundred million, should I hit the freeze button the moment we hit five hundred million — or keep taking the money? One thing I had to get right: when it came to cash, I needed consistency.
At the current pace, five hundred million looked easy.
But the second we actually hit the target number, the firepower would cool off like a lie. That much was certain.
A five-hundred-million-won man…
Of course that amount alone was more than enough. But human greed had no ceiling, and I wanted to look past it.
Dopamine beyond a simple face reveal. A rock-solid pretext that would wring the brothers' wallets dry to the last drop.
In a flash of an instant, a brilliant idea skimmed across my mind.
A crooked smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. I lined up one more killing proposal in my head — and pressed the mouse button.
Click.