Morning Fellatio Alarm and a Mother's Unease
With the vibration of her wristwatch, Kim Hee-na opened her eyes. The alarm was set to Han Soin's class schedule, not hers.
"Hmm...."
She gazed at Han Soin sleeping in the corner of the massive bed.
"Did I overwork his body too much yesterday...."
She draped the blanket over Soin, then stretched naked beside the bed. It had been the same routine since before college, but lately there was a difference. Forbidden from wearing underwear, she had to stretch in the nude—and sometimes spread her legs wide in front of Soin for a demonstration.
"Time...."
She turned on some soft music and climbed onto the bed. Time to wake him.
"Excuse me, Master."
Without calling out, she parted her lips and began sucking his cock.
Slurp.Sluuuurp.
She slowly worked the sleeping master's shaft. Licking the wrinkles between his balls made it stiffen rigidly. Then she relaxed her throat, taking the glans deep inside.
Schlurp.Slurrrp.
"Uh.... Hmm...."
She heard him stirring. She picked up the pace just a little.
"Ah.... Morning already, huh."
Schlurp.Schlurp.
Waking to a blowjob had become one of Soin's new favorite pleasures. While Hee-na serviced him, he reached for his phone to check overnight messages. She kept sucking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Hee-na's throat always feels amazing. Ungh...."
Savoring the grip of her lips and throat, he erupted quickly, flooding her with cum.
"Ngh... thanks. Every morning."
After swallowing it down her throat, Hee-na swept her hair back.
'Even first thing in the morning, she's stunning.' It was the standard service whenever he slept over at her place, but her otherworldly beauty made it impossible to get fully used to, day after day.
"Study hard, Hee-na. I'll make breakfast."
"Yes, Master."
Hee-na wasn't bad in the kitchen, but after tasting his cooking a few times, even she had to admit defeat. The gap in their solo-living experience was just too vast. She often sensed an invisible wall between them.
'Just a one-year contract with Master...'
When she hit a snag studying, she'd ask:
"Master, do you know this?"
"Spread your pussy and show me. I'll explain."
"...."
A simple trade. Already naked, she endured the shame and parted her folds in front of him.
"Tormented it plenty last night, but damn, it still looks perfect every time. So, this part means..."
Hee-na was self-taught, but she couldn't hold a candle to Soin—who'd already blazed through his studies and years of real-world practice.
"See? Makes sense now, right?"
"Yes...."
"As thanks, lemme feel those tits."
Grope. Grope.
Hee-na's private assessment of her master was shifting, bit by bit.
'I've covered up to next semester's material already...'
At this rate, not only her dream big-corp job, but something even higher might be within reach.
"Breakfast time, Hee-na."
"Yes, Master."
No special orders from Soin left her feeling a twinge of disappointment.
'Last time he used me as a chair... Ugh, Hee-na, what are you even thinking?'
The idea of being used as furniture by a man—shaking her head, she denied it outright.
'I'm not that kind of girl. Stop it.'
She repeated to herself that she was simply tailoring to her master's tastes.
The awkward TV droned on with the breaking news.
"That woman's pretty, Master."
"Hmm... yeah."
A familiar face bathed in flashes from the reporters—the same Yang Gain who'd climaxed repeatedly under Soin's clit piercing just days ago, in a totally different light.
"Didn't you say you know someone at that company?"
Hee-na asked between bites of stir-fried meat. With her big-corp dreams, it had stuck with her.
"Ah... that..."
Unable to say that's her, Soin pivoted.
"Just... someone pulling strings for me."
"Even with the group in chaos like that?"
"Yeah... probably. Do it for me?"
"Hmm... I wanna earn it fair and square."
She plunked her massive tits on the table, alternating bites of meat and veggies.
'Breakfast with a view of Hee-na's tits and nipples—pure bliss.'
He'd wondered if it'd get old, but her looks and figure felt fresh every time.
"What's the big-corp appeal anyway?"
"Future security, y'know? Easier to support the family. Mom'd be thrilled. This is good—here, ahh—."
Whenever something tasty hit her tongue, she'd pick it up with chopsticks and feed it to him.
"Thanks."
In return, Soin reached out with both hands to toy with her nipples.
"Hnnng...."
-Ding.
The signal for his queued stock sell-off. It was one of the companies where he'd sunk part of his 2-trillion portfolio.
'That day's here.'
China's stock power players had clashed, pumping the value 50-fold, then day traders swarmed, ballooning it hundreds of times over.
'Surging live... gotta sell all day.'
As he hammered sell orders on his phone, Hee-na fed him sides with her chopsticks.
Listening to the news, Soin felt a faint oddity. The chart of skyrocketing overseas interest income lined up too neatly with his investment timeline.
'...No way I'm behind that income bump? Nah, country's too huge... one guy couldn't...'
Pounding sell buttons amid the frenzy, he idly checked his dollar balance converted to won.
[103 trillion 122 billion 2148 million...]
Speechless for a beat.
"Master, everything okay?"
"Yeah, nothing... just stock profits rolling in."
"Must be a haul. Skip buying me stuff—let's shop clothes with it."
103-trillion-won clothes. Not a bad pitch.
Has nothing to do with me, right? Anxiety stirred in the heart of the man who just wanted to live quietly.
-Rrring. Unknown number.
Hee-na tilted her head too.
"Hello."
"Ah... yes. That's my account. Yup... Here's my address—drop by whenever convenient. Got it."
He hung up; Hee-na looked curious.
"Tax office?"
"Nah... similar, I guess. Some tax inquiry."
"Civil servants are grinding these days. Home visit for taxes?"
"Hahaha."
"You're no chaebol, just a student—why hassle folks..."
Soin recalled the chaebol fortunes he'd googled before.
'Top 10 combined might not even top mine.'
He imagined grabbing street passersby:
("Truth? I'm Korea's richest. Top 10 together don't touch me. Haha.")
("Cool story. I'm Mansour's son, btw. 10 trillion's lunch money.")
("Y'all broke. I'm Freemason head—burn 1,000 trillion yearly...")
They'd probably just ignore him.
"Uh... Hee-na."
"Yes, Master?"
"If I start a little company, would you work there?"
"If salary and benefits match up, maybe? Sorry—I should go with your vibe, but... never thought about a student startup..."
He set his phone down, sorting his thoughts.
'Start a company... or snag citizenship somewhere with polygamy?'
Praying he wasn't the "individual" juicing GDP news, he groped Hee-na's tits.
"Wanna tour XX Group sometime? Know a guy. Expenses from stock cash."
"For real?"
-Ding.
He opened the photo from an angle Hee-na couldn't see.
'Housewife theme today, huh.'
A beauty naked, legs splayed in a double peace sign. Her enormous tits and killer curves drew a gasp every time. Heavy weights—ones Soin had used once—dangled from her nipples, while an egg whisk foamed away in her pussy.
The whisk brutally spread her hole wide, exposing the pink depths—a blatant bid to show her master something utterly humiliating.
Song Hee-seon's sudden mention of Hee-na caught Soin off guard.
'Why wanna meet?'
From the perspective of a guy getting morning tit-gropes amid his alarm blowjob, it hit way too close to home.