Do it for Me. Do it for Me. :: Chapter 202
In-hye came on strong. Even with Gain right there beside him.
In-hye's eyes met Gain's in midair. It was just a brief moment, but both women could read each other's intentions loud and clear.
The standoff lasted until Soin finally opened his mouth to reply.
"Sure. I could use some stuff anyway."
Soin showed no particular reaction on a personal level.
"Oh~? So you only wanna meet when you need something?"
"Haha…."
"Fine. I'll text you the details. Don't wanna keep the lady next to you waiting."
She gave a polite bow, playing the part of the shop owner.
(Come again.)
Jingle.
'No way… there are other women after Han Soin besides that blonde sister?'
As they stepped out of the adult shop, Gain pulled her hat down even lower. It was a place way too embarrassing for a chaebol heiress to be seen in. Even one photo could spell disaster.
"Um, Soin-ssi."
"Yeah?"
Feeling a pang of conscience but grasping for an excuse anyway.
"I'm interested in those custom tools too…."
"Oh?"
The moment she'd witnessed that blonde beauty trying to hijack Soin right in front of her, any thought of a fair fight had vanished from Gain's mind.
This one's hard to turn down. Gotcha, Han Soin.
As they descended the narrow stairs, Soin put off answering for a while.
"It might help with the treatment too... What do you say, Soin-ssi?"
"I guess it could... Should we?"
"Yes, I'll clear my schedule. Just give me a call."
He'd half-thought about refusing, but Gain's glare was too intense.
That expression... I can't say no.
In-hye's invitation was nominally about checking out products, so it wasn't easy to reject outright.
In-hye might hate it... but I could use someone to keep an eye out if things go south.
Not that it was likely, but she might lure him to tour a factory and call in goons to bury him in cement or something.
Ye-rin tried to off me once too... Just thinking about it gives me chills.
If anything did happen, Yang Gain's fighting skills would at least be useful.
Me? Even against a woman, the size difference...
Soin wasn't even considering himself helpful in a fight.
By the time they stepped outside, night had fallen into a dim haze.
A date at an adult shop with a chaebol heiress. He'd even blown a load in In-hye's mouth, so his lust was manageable for now.
He floated the idea of meeting again tomorrow morning.
"Let's call it a night and meet tomorrow? Gain-ssi?"
"…."
Assuming she'd agree, Soin pulled out his phone to check his next schedule.
"The treatment... I can only do it today or tomorrow."
"Huh?"
"I wanna get a bit more to boost the effects…."
She wasn't leaving. That was her declaration.
She's not going...?
Soin had planned to wrap up his side gigs after sending her off.
"My temp lodging's a studio... and I have a ton of stuff to do…."
He owned apartments too, but he tried framing it as a "see you tomorrow" vibe.
A chaebol heiress wouldn't follow some commoner guy to his rundown studio, right?
"Studio... Sounds good. Perfect chance to experience the common life."
No dice.
She's actually coming...?
Having already lied, he couldn't pivot to inviting her to a fancy apartment now.
Is this really happening?
Soin forced an awkward smile, replaying how the situation had spiraled.
::
Gain froze at the sight of the rusty iron door.
...A warehouse?
Creeeak.
A tiny studio. The first such place she'd ever set foot in.
"You okay with this? It's super cramped."
"Uh…."
She'd insisted on coming, so backing out now felt lame.
"F-Fine... Whatever. New experiences are good…."
"Alright. Come in and have a seat over there."
"Okay…."
Suddenly, Gain remembered he'd bet tens of millions and lost.
She told Ye-rin to take it all... and he's living here?
An enigmatic man. A high-class woman out of place in the studio poked around.
"Do all college kids around here live like this?"
"Most are broke."
She got up and opened the fridge. Packed with beer cans.
He doesn't do it with Ye-rin here, does he?
A slightly naughty thought as she scanned the room.
"Can't you just work and move somewhere better?"
Then he could lure even more women.
"For a first-year, this is decent. Most crash in dorms."
"Hmm…."
Wherever she sat, she ended up close to Soin. Good for chatting. She liked that.
"The facilities could be better... Might help students study harder."
"True, but universities have budget issues. And the chairman's will."
At "budget," Gain cleared her throat awkwardly.
"Y-Yeah... Any other downsides?"
"Eh, it's all about infrastructure and people in the end."
"…."
Tap tap tap.
Soin hammered at his computer.
Working with a woman like me here? Wonder if other guys saw me like that...
She couldn't get punished while he worked, so her tension eased a bit.
How'd I end up at a guy's place... and one like this.
She stared at his back from the fluffy bed.
She knew about these places intellectually, but living here, calling Ye-rin over, making money.
Gave Ye-rin 50 million easy... won't upgrade his place... Weird guy.
He seemed to prioritize principles over personal gain.
Should I really scout him?
Suddenly, she imagined tempting him into her company—he'd churn out profits thriftily.
What am I even thinking?
For the first time, she felt drawn to a man. This unremarkable one, no less.
She craved more pleasure.
"Um, Soin-ssi…."
Just as she tried to lure him out.
Knock knock knock knock.
(Hello~)
A woman's voice late in the evening.
Soin stood from his work.
"What brings you at this hour…."
He opened the door to find a woman in anime cosplay.
"Soin-ssi moved...? Oh... Hi?"
Next-door neighbor in highly revealing clothes.
Kim Rumi.
Her petite frame and huge breasts drew Gain's eyes. Deep cleavage left a third of her tits exposed.
"What brings you so late? What's with the slutty outfit?"
"Lately... I started a photo business. Didn't know you had company…."
"...Pretty revealing, huh? Cosplay?"
Gauging Gain's reaction, she got to the point.
"Yeah, but... I need more investment funds…."
"Investment?"
Soin glanced between Gain and Rumi.
Two women who shouldn't occupy the same space. Filthy rich. Dirt poor.
What a combo... Anyway, Rumi…
Rumi, whom he hadn't seen in ages, seemed like a different person.
She's gotten insanely hot.
Unlike her old glasses-and-bareface days, subtle makeup and contacts turned her into a head-turner. Add the tit and navel exposure, short bottoms baring thighs—exposure level way up.
Left her with Mi-na, but damn, she really changed.
Mi-na griped and trash-talked, but she got shit done.
Come to think of it, Mi-na kept that anal plug in even while bitching about it.
Soin mentally bumped Mi-na up a point.
"Y-You're here to borrow money for cosplay outfits?"
"Y-Yeah…."
"But how do I know you'll pay me back…."
"For real... Look at this."
She shoved her phone forward, showing her account.
A profile pic highlighting her massive tits. @Rumi1909888. 50k followers.
"See? I racked 'em up quick."
Soin was genuinely impressed.
Hasn't been that long, and 50k? At this rate... she'll blow up.
Who knew the shut-in study bug would transform like this.
"You weren't into this stuff."
"Ye-rin told me to try…."
Ye-rin's name perked Gain's ears.
The three were connected. Gain-Ye-rin-Rumi.
How the hell do they link up?
A bit flustered, but Soin played it cool.
"Talk later. The cosplay's got good exposure—nice."
"Seriously... Just staring at my tits... You'll regret it when I go viral as an influencer."
The woman whose virginity he'd taken first. Her trait made her crave forced molestation, so without Gain here, he'd have groped her ass and tits without consent right then.
"Message me. Got prior plans now. I'll probably lend it."
"For real? Keep your promise."
"But wear even sluttier cosplay next time."
"Pussy juice. Total perv. Worst."
Gain, overhearing, got flustered. Rumi's huge tits and ass.
Another woman...? And those tits are massive….
The adult shop blonde was no joke, but this neighbor could be top-tier with a bit more polish.
She's seducing Soin in outfits like that too...
Jealousy flared.
After Rumi headed back to her room, Gain realized her window was short.
"Um... Soin-ssi."
"Yeah?"
"...Never mind."
She tried for a seductive line but chickened out. Not used to men.
Tap tap tap.
Keyboard echoed through the room.
After a quiet stretch, Gain spoke up again.
"Soin-ssi."
"Yeah?"
She hesitated, then asked softly—unable to beg for more spanks on her ass or tits.
"What do you like about Ye-rin?"
Her full-frontal assault had failed. What set Ye-rin apart?
Figuring that out was key to conquering Soin.
Soin replied mid-keystroke.
"She works hard. And…."
"And?"
"She's pretty with a killer body."
"…."
Standard answer.
Tap tap tap. Rat-a-tat-tat.
After a bit more typing, Soin offered earbuds.
"For the treatment... Might help."
Ding. A phone notification too.
From Soin.
"Your body's got some unique traits, Gain-ssi."
The message showed an adult site link.
Clicking it: Women bent over, begging for punishment. Just like Gain had done.
"Watch it even on days we can't meet. For tool ideas, tendencies, all that."