Business Ally
Shim Uran crawled up to me on all fours, then propped herself up halfway reclining with a pillow behind her back, leaning her body against mine.
"You can really cum inside, right?"
"Yeah. I've got too much work these days, so I need to manage my condition. I'm on the pill."
Shim Uran shot me a sly, lecherous glance.
"You love it, but you pretend to worry."
"Well, yeah, but still."
Instead of arguing, I just gave her an awkward smile. She was right—filling a woman's insides to the brim with cum was incredibly thrilling. At the same time, I had no intention of knocking up just any girl, so caution was necessary.
"Right? Ugh~ Sex with you is always so good it's killing me. I have no strength left in my body."
"Then maybe we should stop meeting?"
"Oh? Don't say things you don't mean. You've been calling me more often lately."
"Well, that's true..."
She had me there. I was summoning her frequently to boost her affection before asking for a favor.
"You barely called when you were holed up in the club for a month or so, but now it's every day. Got sick of those club girls you picked up?"
I flinched. Was this women's intuition? Sharper than I expected.
During my one-night stand spree, I'd racked up about ten partners, but only two or three were still in contact. Even those weren't efficient for GP replenishment anymore—I was debating cutting them off.
"No one caught your eye, huh? Well, girls like me don't come around often."
Not true. There were prettier ones.
Still, she wasn't wrong. They were casual flings that I'd tired of quickly, so they hadn't really satisfied me.
On the other hand, Shim Uran had required effort to approach and conquer, so her GP efficiency remained high.
And with Eunseo out of reach for a while...
Seeing her strut made me chuckle.
"Yeah, no one quite like you."
"Heh. Of course."
She puffed up with pride for a moment, then her face fell into a pout.
"Still... can't you look around a bit more? I can't handle you all by myself..."
"We're just fuck buddies having fun, but you're way too casual about telling me to see other women."
She replied firmly.
"Look at my thighs."
They were still trembling uncontrollably.
"The last month? Two? You've been unloading all your lust on me, and I've lost 3kg. I'm already dying from work—if you keep this up, I'll really drop dead..."
"Ah."
She did look thinner than before, her complexion pale and worn.
True, my stamina's gotten a lot stronger.
Thanks to the stamina boost in Love Weapon, my endurance grew stronger with each session.
"I'll look around... but if no one clicks, what can I do?"
Irritated by my half-hearted attitude, she pleaded.
"Don't just say that—look seriously. Please?"
"That desperate?"
Her expression hardened.
"Yes. Very."
"Then help me out a little."
"Help how?"
"Yeah. That client with you in the lobby earlier—who was she?"
"Kim Youngae? You like her?"
"A bit? She's pretty."
"She's a rich housewife from Cheongdam-dong. Husband's a big-shot businessman. But introducing her would be tough... even setting aside that she's my regular, the boss handles her personally."
"Personally?"
"Yeah. Her wealth aside, she has huge influence among clients—her word carries serious weight."
"Sounds tricky."
"Right... Anyone else? Among your other clients?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Before, I'd had to torment her nearly to death just to get her to take on female clients—now she was volunteering to bring them in.
"No one comes to mind right now."
Her disappointment was obvious.
"Then hit the clubs! Plenty of hot girls there! Just don't bring back any STDs!"
"Wouldn't it be easier if you just stopped seeing me?"
She sulked.
"No way... How could I quit this pleasure now?"
I burst out laughing, and she glared at me.
"Fine, fine. I'll try. But anyway, I have something to discuss."
"What?"
"Ever thought about going independent? The center's cut is pretty steep."
From observing the system at work, the beauty industry took hefty commissions overall. If a therapist generated 10,000 won in revenue, the center pocketed 4,000 to 5,000.
"God, yes. Money's the issue."
"What if I provided the cash?"
"I'd open up tomorrow. Independence is the ultimate dream for folks like me in this field."
"Want to try? I'll invest."
"What?"
"Remember what I said when I first suggested you do massages? You wanted to start a business."
"Yeah, but..."
"I'm planning a beauty center. Startup capital: 500 million won."
"What? 500 million???"
"That's just the start—ultimately bigger than Aesthetics de Nonhyeon. With your help, it'd be easier. Interested?"
"Hell yes! Terms?"
"No equity shares. But I cover all investment, and any revenue under your name is yours. Plus stock options based on performance. Sound good?"
"Great deal? Even just the center's cut would double my salary. No wonder everyone dreams of their own shop!"
Suddenly, suspicion crossed her face.
"But do you really have that kind of money?"
"Right now, only 200 million—but I can scrape together the rest quick."
If push came to shove, ways to raise cash abounded.
Worst case, grind lotteries again. Backlash might be an issue, but cash flow wouldn't.
Plus, a new idea: casinos. With status messages revealing inner thoughts, winning was guaranteed.
Shim Uran gaped in admiration.
"Wow... that's kinda hot..."
"Heh. Oppa has skills, Uran-ah."
She pounced on me.
"Ahh~ Oppa~ I'm so moved~ I'll suck you dry today~!!"
"Oh? For real? Think you can handle more?"
"Uh, well... hehehe, go easy."
I stroked her hair as she clung to me, thinking.
The second Trophy Quest: Acquire Business Allies (2). Shim Uran would be one.
Unlike her first impression as a woman careless enough to leak her own sex tape, she was quite capable at work.
Top salesperson at Aesthetics de Nonhyeon—not just a masseuse, but a body therapist. College-trained in physical health, plus beauty skills. Prime talent.
Scout her, and I'd inherit her loyal clients—easy early customer base.
In short, perfect figurehead president.
I wasn't planning steady attendance anyway.
It'd been just under a year since getting the Desire Fulfillment App. Endless possibilities—couldn't tie myself to one beauty center.
To me, it meant two things.
First: Efficient GP farm. The thrill of pleasure denied in forbidden moments, building until it burst—pure mental ecstasy, boosting GP absorption.
Better time efficiency than club one-nights.
Second: Revenue stream.
With appearance tweaks, take before photos, edit at home, profit.
My vision: Install Shim Uran as figurehead for setup and ops. Leverage mods for rapid growth. Cherry-pick hotties for massages and fun, farming GP.
The center: My hunting ground for GP and cash. Shim Uran: The auto-farm bot running it.
So suffer in my place, Uran-ah.
Hiding that, I said to her.
"Uran-ah, on that note—let's revisit earlier."
"Earlier?"
"Yeah. Neither of us has business experience. And my vision isn't some small shop—bigger than Aesthetics de Nonhyeon, even."
"Too much for us two?"
"Exactly. Need allies. At least two more."
"Makes sense. But what's that got to do with earlier?"
"Kim Youngae. With her help, we could open fast, right?"
She pondered.
"Influential, loaded... yeah, chatting during sessions, she seems savvy in business."
"Right? Let's ask her to help."
"Got a plan?"
"Yeah. Just let me take her as a client once. Done."
No one can resist my touch.
I grinned.
A few days later, on Kim Youngae's appointment, Shim Uran called in sick—no-show.
It'd hurt her performance review, but accepting my scout, she didn't hesitate.
I told the frantic boss, scrambling to cover her slots including Kim Youngae's, that I'd fill in. Grateful for my overtime willingness, but guilt tugged seeing her relief.
If my plan works, she'll lose clients to a rival... but business is business.
No need to worry for future competition. Guilt faded.
Thus, Kim Youngae and I met—as client and therapist.