The First Day's Tally

As dusk settled over the island, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a whistle cut the air, and the first day's Money Hunting came to an end.

Fifteen men and women, who had spent the day running the forest and the beach until sweat and fluids smeared them into one filthy sheen, gathered at the great luxury mansion at the island's heart.

The main hall, first floor.

The air-conditioning was blasting, and the moment the contestants stepped into that cool interior they sighed with relief. The tension, though, did not let go. The day's results were about to be posted on the huge screen at the front of the hall.

"All right, everyone—excellent work! It got very hot in here from day one."

The producer took the mic and started the show.

"Then let's get straight to today's settlement!"

A grand sting of sound effects hit, and the ranking rose on the screen.

Mouths fell open around the hall. Second place, Lee Jun, had put on a tremendous showing with six finishes, but Min-ho's record of ten was in a class by itself.

"Whoa... Mr. Min-ho, are you even human?"

"He came ten times in one day? Is that even physically possible?"

Even the male actors couldn't hide their shock. Lee Jun and Choi Hyun had thrown themselves in on nothing but young blood, but seeking out all ten women and finishing inside every one of them was beyond common sense.

"Hyung, you okay? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠You actually got it out ten times?"

Choi Hyun asked, looking faintly ill.

"Hard to say. I'm built a little strange. Feels like I've still got some left."

Min-ho smiled with easy confidence and shrugged.

"All right, eyes up here. From this point on, I'll tell you what you can actually do with this money."

The producer switched the screen. The mansion's rate card appeared.

The prices were highway robbery, pure and simple. The room rates, in particular, were insane.

But they had gone hungry and sweated all day, and they had no choice. Most of the actresses were holding about six million won—just enough to eat, wash, and sleep in a single room.

"Ah, and by the rules, Joo Mi-ran, who has hit zero won..."

The producer pointed at the iron-barred cell in a corner of the hall.

"You go straight to the underground prison you see over there. Meals, a shower, and a bed will not be provided, of course."

At that, Mi-ran, crouched in the corner, shot to her feet.

"Hey! Is this a joke?"

She looked wrecked. Her hair was matted stiff with semen, and white stains had dried in crusted patches across her face and body.

"I rolled around all day! I haven't washed, I haven't eaten a thing, and you're telling me to go to prison like this? Fuck, are you trying to kill somebody?"

Mi-ran screamed at the producer.

"Calm down, Mi-ran. Funds can be transferred between participants, by mutual agreement. Borrow from someone who has money, or get them to give it to you."

"What? You want me to beg?"

"Begging or bargaining, you're free to do either. This island is a thoroughly capitalist society."

Mi-ran bit her lip. If she wanted to wash and fill her stomach right now, she needed money. She turned her eyes on the male actors.

"Boys... you know, right? I let you catch me earlier on purpose. So you could make some money."

Wearing a servile smile, she sidled up to Lee Jun and Choi Hyun.

"Lend Noona a little money. Just enough so I can wash. Yeah?"

But the young actors who had used her to their hearts' content that afternoon were ice-cold.

"Come on, Noona. Nothing's free in this world. We earned this the hard way too."

Lee Jun folded his arms and smiled, greasy and pleased with himself.

"I can't just hand it over... Suck me off once, and I'll give you a hundred thousand."

"W-what?"

"If you don't want to, forget it. We're going to shower."

When the men started to turn their backs, Mi-ran grabbed their arms in a panic.

"I'll do it! I will! If I do it, that's enough, isn't it?!"

Pride was gone. If she was going to wash and eat, she needed the money now.

She dropped to her knees on the spot.

Lee Jun, Choi Hyun, Park Cheol, Kim Tae-kwang. One after another, the four men finished in Mi-ran's mouth.

She took the semen in humiliation and swallowed, collecting a hundred thousand won each—four hundred thousand in all.

At the end, her eyes turned to Min-ho.

"Son-in-law... you're going to have me drain you too...?"

She looked up at him, pitiful. Other men's semen trailed from the corner of her mouth.

Min-ho looked down at her for a moment, then shook his head.

"No. I'm fine. I let out so much today. I ought to save a little strength."

He worked his wristband.

"A little pocket money, Mother-in-law. Get yourself a cup of ramen with it, at least."

"Ah... thank you... thank you, Min-ho..."

Overcome, Mi-ran clutched his leg and sobbed. With that, she had secured five hundred thousand won in all.

Meanwhile, Min-ho and the other actresses started to shop. Everyone paid a hundred thousand won and signed up for a hot shower.

Thirty minutes later, the women gathered in the lobby lounge, washed clean. Every one of them wore sexy lingerie, or a slip, drawn from a mystery box.

"Wow, this steak is really good."

Min-ho sat in the seat of honor and, on the back of that enormous twenty million, enjoyed the finest dinner the menu had. Beside him, Seo-yoon tilted a wineglass with elegant ease.

"Ms. Seo-yoon, you've still got eight million left? You were only caught the once?"

Ji-eun asked.

"Yes. And only by Min-ho. The others seemed to find my position a burden. They quietly kept their distance."

Seo-yoon answered with a smile. The women cut their steaks and talked, warm and easy with one another.

At a corner table, by contrast, Mi-ran toweled her wet hair and ate cup ramen. Five hundred thousand won, once she had bought toiletries and underwear and paid for the shower, left her nothing else on the menu.

As the meal wound down, the sleeping arrangements began. Most of the contestants chose a standard single. The room rates were simply too high.

Min-ho went to the counter and tagged his wristband.

"Whoa... a suite."

People murmured. Min-ho turned and looked at Yoon-a and Mi-ran.

"Yoon-a. And Mother-in-law. Get your things and follow me. Tonight we sleep in my room."

"Oh my, Min-ho!"

"Son-in-law... really? I don't have to go to prison?"

Yoon-a came running, bright with joy, and Mi-ran's eyes filled as if she had met a savior. She hadn't even had the price of a single room; a prison cot was all that had been waiting for her. This was as good as a ticket to heaven.

The royal suite, third floor.

They had barely stepped into the lavish room—a wide living area, a king-size bed, a private jacuzzi—when the door opened again and the show's producer followed them in with the camera director.

"Sorry to intrude, Min-ho! There is simply no way I can pass up a mother-daughter sandwich shot. This is a guaranteed-ratings check, made for a pay-per-view smash."

The producer spoke with a flushed face and told the camera director to set the frame.

"Just pretend we're invisible, and enjoy yourselves all you like. If anything, you're the type who burns hotter with a camera on you, aren't you? I can smell a hit!"

Min-ho let out a short laugh and threw off his bathrobe without a shred of shame. The red recording lamp burned on the lens as it traveled over the hard lines of his ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠body.

"Haa... I feel like I might actually live..."

Mi-ran flung herself onto the plush bed.

"Mother-in-law, go wash up. That quick rinse earlier left a smell."

At his words, Mi-ran flushed and went into the bathroom.

A short while later, she and Yoon-a returned to the bed in nothing but bathrobes.

"Min-ho, thank you. For taking care of Mom, too."

Yoon-a folded into his arms. He untied the belt of her robe.

"If you're thankful, pay me back with your body. I've wanted this since dinner, and holding it in nearly killed me."

"Che... you animal. You already went ten times today, and you're hard again?"

Yoon-a touched the rigid heat at his groin, marveling. When she began, clumsily, to lick along his shaft, Mi-ran, watching from the side, knit her brow and shoved her daughter's shoulder aside.

"Yoon-a, you've been an actress for seven years and that's the best you can do? You haven't improved at all. Watch how I do it. As your senior, I'm going to teach you properly tonight."

Mi-ran twisted her posture so the camera director could catch a clean angle, and took Min-ho's massive cock in her hand.

"All right, watch closely. See this ridged place just under the head? This is the key. You don't just lick. You make the tip of your tongue very sharp and scrape the seam in fine little strokes. That's what sends the shiver all the way up to a man's brain."

Her tongue moved in a dazzling pattern, and a short gasp broke from Min-ho.

"And don't be stingy with spit. Gather a mouthful and get him thoroughly wet. See, here—that clear fluid coming out at the tip, the precum? When it shows, use your fingertips and rub around the opening, very lightly. At the same time, take the whole head in your mouth and suck it into a vacuum. Like this."

She swallowed the shaft deep and drew off it again, correcting even the placement of Yoon-a's fingers with her own hands. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room, and the camera director zoomed in, capturing the lewd lesson.

"Mother-in-law, you come here too. You had a hard day. I ought to comfort you."

Min-ho drew her in.

On the one bed, the three of them tangled.

"Son-in-law... today was really hard... those young bastards pounded me like animals..."

"I know. So from now on, I'll fill you with love."

He laid Mi-ran down and sat Yoon-a on top of her.

"Yoon-a rides from above, and I take Mother-in-law. We do it as a sandwich."

"Okay... Mom, is it all right if I cover you from up here?"

"Yes... my girl... let's feast on our son-in-law together..."

Min-ho drove in, heavy, between Mi-ran's thighs.

"Aaaah! The son-in-law's really is the best! Being filled like this feels different!"

Mi-ran threw her head back, lost in bliss. Yoon-a sealed his mouth with hers and rolled her hips from above.

"Mmph... slurp... Min-ho... I love you..."

He pounded into Mi-ran's womb and kneaded Yoon-a's breasts. Before the lens, the depraved coupling only drove his hips harder. Mi-ran, flung between heaven and hell by pleasure, settled again in her steady son-in-law's arms and sank into the long afterglow of a deep climax.

"Ah... I'm coming. Both of you, take it!"

At his signal a huge volume of semen burst out as if it had exploded. With the camera watching, Mi-ran and Yoon-a competed to drink the hot fluid down, rapture on their faces.

"Cut! Perfect! This is going to be a legendary scene!"

The producer's praise followed, but the heat among the three showed no sign of cooling. The suite's soft, warm air filled with the mother and daughter's happy cries and with Min-ho's rough breath. And so a dreamlike night settled over Min-ho and his women, while under the camera lights an hour of pleasure that left nothing to be desired sank deeper and deeper.