Lifetime Free Pass
[Whoa!]
My voice—half shock, half awe—rang out as the camera closed in on the massive outline straining against his boxers, ready to burst through the fabric.
The shot lingered on me with my hand clamped over my mouth, staring blankly in a daze, then cut away.
[Hngh, hah, hngh, haang, haang!]
[Thud! Thud! Thud! Squelch, slap! Thwack, thwack, thwack!]
The raw friction of skin on skin, the merciless piston rhythm, and the desk rattling like it was about to come apart all poured from the speakers.
"Fuck… fuck."
Watching myself on-screen—eyes rolled back, drooling—I felt my already-settled little treasure grow slick and wet all over again.
"She's gone insane. For real…."
When the short one-minute clip ended and the screen went black, I finally understood a little of how men think.
A glamorous female cam BJ, thoroughly conquered and completely taken by a guy with the most ordinary face imaginable.
And the most important part: not a single grain of falsehood showed on my face in that video.
It was a completely different dimension from all the times I'd invited half-decent guys who suited my taste, then faked enjoyment with fake moans.
That overwhelming authenticity punched straight through the screen.
Byeon Tae-ju's face flickered through my mind again.
I uploaded the Shorts video to my channel. Watching the view count rocket every time I hit refresh, I made up my mind.
Honestly, I wanted to offer forty. Hell, even fifty.
I needed to lock him down right now.
But that was another matter entirely.
That bullshit pride only women have—that ranking game—caught my ankle.
The hierarchy culture unique to women exists everywhere, but in this adult broadcasting scene, where everything is nakedly converted into money, it was far more vicious.
In a culture like that, saying you'd given a male guest fifty percent didn't simply mean you'd split the revenue in half.
The problem wasn't that his share went up. The problem was that my share went down.
That meant my value—my body price—had been driven into the dirt.
But thirty percent was different.
There are no secrets in a woman's world, so the rumor that I'd given him thirty would spread fast eventually.
Even so, with thirty I had something to say.
That bastard is top 0.1%. A sure thing who dumps cash on me. I made an investment.
That was the Maginot line where I could still look down my nose, talk the other bitches into accepting it, and keep my pride intact.
Of course, that didn't mean I was going to shout it from every rooftop in the neighborhood.
A secret is always better kept if you can manage it.
I finished that thought and hurriedly fired off one more note.
Sent.
It was completely out of my hands now.
"Haa…."
I tossed my phone beside my head and buried my face in the pillow.
Regret, desire, calculation, and that fucking pride.
Maybe I'd thought too hard. Without even wiping myself down below where I'd gotten wet, I sank into sleep like someone switching off the lights.
"Yaaawn… slept great."
For all the deep fretting that had twisted my head into knots until dawn, my body felt light as a feather.
"Still… doing it with that bastard really was insane…."
There was no other explanation for feeling this refreshed. My body was honest like that.
Out of habit I picked up the phone from my bedside and checked the message box, hoping Byeon Tae-ju might have replied.
"……."
Still nothing from Byeon Tae-ju.
But just as I'd expected, I found a note from one of the BJs who seemed to have contacted him.
I tapped the screen quickly.
No reply came after that.
"Must be giving her a headache… just like me…."
I had no idea what percentage that hung Dae-mul-nam bastard had demanded, but those bitches were clearly rotting their brains over it the same way I was.
"Hoo… wait. Just wait…."
I couldn't know exactly how much time this message would buy me. But it was clear that another chance to adjust the percentage had come back around to me.
I reined in the urge to get impatient and waited for Byeon Tae-ju's reply with all the patience I could muster.
Ding—.
"There it is."
It was the start of an under-the-table war among women that Byeon Tae-ju would never even know existed.
"Hehehe, thirty percent? This bitch is desperate as hell. Desperate."
After sleeping in late and knocking out lunch with instant ramen, I leisurely checked my phone.
The frantic notes Ye-wol—that fucking bitch—had sent made a huge grin break across my face on its own.
I considered educating her a little more, but if her ego got bruised and she decided to go scorched-earth, that would be a problem.
She was my first income stream, after all. If I failed to squeeze even a single won out of her, my insides would flip.
The reply snapped back so fast I started humming again.
She's hanging on by the neck.
"Hehehe. Yeah, I am kind of a fucking bastard."
Knowing the money was about to fly in, even a curse like that only made my mood soar higher.
There was definitely around fifty million won in there… fees and tax off the top, then thirty percent for me….
"Kakakakaka!"
Right then, another message notification chimed.
"Meet? Ha… look at this bitch…. Who the hell does she think I am, ordering me around like that. I'm busy as hell, you know…."
I checked the rest of the message box next, wondering if any of the four BJs I'd sent proposals to yesterday had replied.
"……."
The box was empty. I shot up and fired off a note saying I was coming.
About forty minutes later I arrived in front of Ye-wol's place and straightened my clothes.
Don't flinch, Kwon Tae-joo. She's the one who needs this… I'm the one holding the cards!
I fixed a deliberately arrogant expression on my face, steeled myself, and pressed the bell.
Ding-dong—.
A moment later the door lock released and the door opened.
"…You came?"
"Uh, yeah… sure? …Hey, were you crying?"
Ye-wol looked like a wreck when she opened the door. Bloodshot eyes. Makeup smeared around the lids like she'd washed her face in a hurry, and the bridge of her nose swollen red.
"Ah, no… come in."
Shit, this fucking bitch… is this a sympathy play?
I told myself not to fall for it a dozen times, but my feet moved inside like they were magnetized.
"Hey, hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Just… it's hard."
The second I slipped off my shoes and stepped in, she threw herself into my arms, and I froze for a second.
"Hey, hey, don't do this… I came here to talk business."
"Just a little. Just a little…."
"Ahem, ahem… fine. Just a little."
I stood there, pretending I couldn't help myself.
She clearly wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Through a single thin shirt, the heavy, soft flesh of her chest crushed against mine and drove the sensation straight into me with nothing held back.
Haa… fuck. This is deadly in its own way….
A sweet shampoo scent tickled the tip of my nose. As she burrowed deeper into my chest, her stiff nipples jabbed through the shirt and poked at me over and over.
With every one of those lewd little stabs, every drop of blood in my body rushed straight down to my second self.
Reason started going numb. My head went blank.
Squelch, slap! Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Hngh, haang, haaaang! Tae-joo, hngh, haang!"
"Haa… haa… you fucking bitch…!"
I gripped her hips hard enough to break them and slammed my lust into her without a shred of mercy.
Squelch, slap! Squelch, slap!
The wet collision of skin and her moans half-turned into screams filled the living room. I couldn't even tell whether she was crying or cumming.
In the end, my second self fell for her temptation completely.
"I'm cumming! Hnnngh…!"
"Cum! Cum! Fill me! Hwaaaaang!"
Brrr-rt, brrt! Brrrrrr….
I poured everything I had deep into her womb.
"Haa… haa…."
I looked down at Ye-wol, who'd completely checked out, then pulled free of her arms.
"Fuck… men as a species are just…."
As the blood that had all fled to my second self started flowing back to my brain, my head began working again, just a little.
"This is ridiculous… falling for a trick that simple…."
And because that was the nature of the animal called man, a hollow laugh slipped out of me.
I hadn't listened with even half an ear when she poured out tears and went on about women's ranking culture and all that.
But the words she'd breathed sticky and low right against my ear had blown my reason clean away.
Twenty percent. For life… I'll let you use me free. Come over whenever and fuck me. A lifetime free pass.
The second I heard that, control of my body passed from my brain to the second self between my legs.
It was a little absurd, but I didn't feel bad about it. The way she desperately offered up her body and begged stimulated my urge to conquer in its own right.
I picked up the phone that had fallen on the floor. The moment I lit the screen, a flood of numbers was stamped all over the K-Fans app.
"Hehehe, fuck. Did they actually coordinate this…?"
Four BJs.
Starting from five percent, then—getting antsy when I didn't reply—ten, fifteen, and finally twenty, their inboxes were stuffed with notes accepting my proposal.
The way they'd broken the cartel late and come scrambling was hilarious.
I didn't even need the thirty percent anymore.
Getting the best treatment in the industry, and the simple fact that these bitches were climbing the walls for me, was more than enough proof of my value.
"Hehehehe."
I turned off the screen and looked down at Ye-wol, who was slowly opening her eyes. Drunk on the victory, the second self that had just finished cumming twitched again.
"Round two, yeah?"
"Ugh… not now… it burns too much…."
"Shut up!"
I forced her legs open sideways and drove my already-risen second self straight back into her in one stroke.
Squelch! Slap!
"Ughk, hak! Hey! I said no… I'm insanely sensitive right now!"
Ignoring her pleas, I kept rolling my hips.
Squelch, squelch, squish.
The cum I'd just pumped into her mixed with her juices, and the wet, filthy sound rang out obscenely. Her inner walls, already wound past their limit, convulsed at every single one of my movements.
"Hnnngh! Ah! It hurts! Gentle… slow… hngh, haak, haaang."
"Quiet, you bitch… you said free for life. I've gotta get my money's worth, don't I?"
"Hnnngh! You bastard! You fucking pervert! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
I used that free pass for everything it was worth and kept slamming my hips until she passed out.