The Pleasure of Three Hundred Million

At the moment the pleasure of three hundred million hit, Yeonju's waist arched like a bow and her head snapped back sharply. That let me fully savor her completely ruined face. Her eyes showed nothing but the whites, and from her slack, stupidly gaping mouth, drool dribbled out uncontrollably. Her expression had gone totally limp, like she'd taken drugs, but in contrast, Yeonju's pussy was convulsing violently. The way her walls clenched and squeezed my cock made my orgasm last far longer than usual. But even after my long climax finally ended and my dick began to shrink, Yeonju's orgasm showed no signs of stopping. It was much weaker than at first, but she kept trembling intermittently and letting out soft moans, as if a gentle aftershock was still rolling through her.

"Huuu... hit... haauu..."

"...Let's get out first, Yeonju. You're going to pass out at this rate."

"Heuu... uuu..."

At first I'd just thought it was ahegao, but when her eyes kept showing only the whites, it started to scare me a little. Then again, after such insanely intense first-time sex in a steaming hot tub, it was only natural for someone with Yeonju's frail, premature-ejaculation-level stamina to have her head spinning.

Since Yeonju showed absolutely no sign of coming back to her senses, I had no choice but to lift her out of the tub in a princess carry. Honestly, she was a bit heavy, but it was less because Yeonju was heavy and more because my muscles had atrophied from playing games for so long. Feeling the need to exercise once again, I stepped out of the tub on shaky legs and headed for the shower stall.

I carefully set Yeonju down inside the shower booth and washed her with lukewarm water. Thankfully, she started to regain some of her senses. By "halfway back to her senses," I meant the ahegao had faded, but she was still completely out of it. Probably due to the aftereffects of that extreme orgasm, Yeonju was in a drowsy, sleepwalking-like state. In the end, I had to wash her myself and even dry her off. For a slave, she was surprisingly high-maintenance, but thinking of it as a chance to legally admire and touch her cute body made it not feel that bothersome.

'This is why cute girls are scary. You end up wanting to do everything for them...'

After thoroughly washing and drying every inch of Yeonju's body, I picked her up in another princess carry and, with tremendous effort, laid her down on the bed. She was so out of it that she didn't notice my trembling, pathetic thighs, which was honestly a relief given how hard it had been.

"Haa~ I should put something on her... but I guess not..."

The moment I laid her down, Yeonju fell asleep, letting out small, adorable breathing sounds. I was afraid putting clothes on her might wake her, so I just tucked the blanket over her nicely.

'They say women who are ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠satisfied from sex fall asleep right away... Guess it's true.'

I flopped down beside Yeonju, gazed at her sleeping face for a moment to catch my breath, then got up to find my phone. It was sitting on an elegant wooden table. I grabbed a bathrobe, sat down at the table, and picked it up. After clearing away the countless deposit notifications, I immediately checked my bank balance.

'One... ten... hundred... thousand... one hundred million?!'

I'd expected a pretty big deposit since Yeonju's construction had gone so perfectly, but actually seeing the account blew my expectations out of the water. Still, there was something more important than checking the balance. I calmed my pounding heart, closed the banking app, and launched The World is Money and Women.

'Holy shit...'

I couldn't yell out loud in case it woke Yeonju, but I was completely floored. I'd known for a while that this app was insanely good, but I hadn't realized it was generous enough to demand one hundred million and then reward three hundred million upon completion. The part about Appearance Enhancement changing to Physical Enhancement was interesting, but what hit me like a truck right now was the message saying three hundred million had been deposited.

Three hundred million was a truly enormous amount of money. Before meeting this app, it was the kind of insane fortune I couldn't have saved even if I worked my bones off without rest for ten straight years, skipping meals and living on the bare minimum. In other words, in a single day I'd earned what would have been ten grueling, miserable years of my future.

'Fuck... I'm not the type to cry, but I feel like I might...'

The sudden memory of my part-time job at the distribution center made my vision blur for a moment. Even though I hadn't earned this money the hard way, I knew exactly how much suffering it normally took to make money.

'So this is what they call a flower path... No, the path of money and women... The God of Money and Women... Just who the hell is he...'

I offered a brief, reverent prayer to the God of Money and Women, then focused on the app again. Three hundred million was mouth-droppingly huge, but I had no intention of being satisfied with just that amount. Since this was still the tutorial, there was no way the app's potential ended here. I'd once trembled at a three-thousand-won delivery fee, but things were different now. It hadn't even taken many days to go from the bottom to hundreds of millions. I was certain that if I just followed the app's instructions, the day would come when I could spend three hundred billion like it was three thousand won.

'As expected of a final quest, it's pretty ballsy...'

Since one point was worth one won, it basically meant I had to show off the equivalent of a billion won to other people. 'Maybe buy some luxury clothes, get a foreign car and drive it around?'

I'd gotten my driver's license right on January 1st, so there was no problem driving a car. I was a complete beginner who'd only done a few road drives, so I'd need driving lessons before anything, let alone a foreign car, but that was fine. Since the whole point of driving was "showing off," I didn't need to speed around anyway. I could just leisurely circle the neighborhood and learn to drive slowly. Cruising around the neighborhood at a relaxed pace would definitely draw more aggro than racing down the highway. And that aggro would turn into envy and desire, which would become FLEX Points.

'It'd be nice to have Yeonju or Sister Mihee in the passenger seat too... Oh, maybe I should actually try SNS or Vlogging? Just unboxing luxury items while flexing would make solid content...'

It would be pretty annoying, but if it made money, I could put up with that much hassle. And if I spent some money, I could reduce the annoying parts a lot. I could just appear in the videos while outsourcing the filming, editing, and uploading. It probably wouldn't break even at first if I outsourced everything, but thinking of it as an initial investment, I could easily afford it.

Thanks to the Bed Quest update, I could now make a fortune just by lightly touching Yeonju's pussy.

'Ten thousand won per pleasure point... Wow, this is actually insane...'

From today's sex with Yeonju, I'd racked up at least a thousand pleasure points, so one round of sex was guaranteed to earn me tens of millions. Rather than worrying about how to make money, the bigger concern was how to show it off and indulge in luxury. Thinking like this made me realize just how drastically my life had changed.

'I am truly, fucking grateful. As the first apostle of the almighty God of Money and Women, I will live my life flexing to the fullest...'

After thinking a bit about how I'd show off my money from now on, I offered a closing prayer to the God of Money and Women for the day and lay down beside Yeonju. I'd thought I'd be too excited from the account balance and quest to fall asleep, but thanks to the intense sex I'd had with Yeonju, I drifted off faster than expected.

——

Yeonju and I woke up around eleven in the morning. The fact that we'd slept this late with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the curtains wide open was obviously due to the lingering aftereffects of our fierce lovemaking. As I rubbed my eyes, I felt an erection rising from my lower body. I naturally turned over to check on Yeonju, who was squirming beside me. Morning sex with my adorable little Yeonju in a five-star hotel room bathed in bright sunlight—if I could do that, I'd have no regrets even if I died.

"Auu..."

'Ah...'

But seeing Yeonju groaning, unable to even properly lift her upper body because her hips and legs had no strength, I immediately sensed that morning sex was off the table. My dick drooped in disappointment. It looked pretty bad, so I skipped the usual "did you sleep well" greeting and asked about her condition right away.

"Yeonju... Are you okay? Can you walk?"

"Ah... um... somehow..."

At my words, Yeonju struggled with groans, trying to get out of bed and stand. But her muscles must have been sore; she stood for a second, grimaced hard, then flopped right back down on the bed.

'Well... I did go that hard on her for her first time...'

I gently pushed the stubbornly trying-to-stand Yeonju back down onto the bed, then took some water and coffee from the minibar and set them on the side table.

"Drink some water and lie down for a bit."

"U-um... M-Minjun..."

When I set the drinks down and turned to leave, Yeonju timidly grabbed my pinky finger. When I looked at her questioningly, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠whimpered in extreme embarrassment, acting exactly like herself.

"Don't go... Could you... could you stay with me just a little longer... please...?"

Worried and fidgeting, Yeonju was undeniably cute. But at the same time, it was ridiculous that she saw me as the kind of scumbag who would abandon a girl who couldn't even walk in a hotel room and just leave. She basically thought I was a "hit-it-and-quit-it" bastard...

Well, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I didn't know what would happen in the future, but at least right now, that wasn't the case.

"I can't. I have to go out now."

"If... if you're busy... then I guess it can't be helped..."

"I need to buy some painkillers, so wait just a little. You have to walk home, don't you?"

"Ah..."

Yeonju's face turned bright red, exactly like her, and she let go of my pinky finger that she'd been gripping tightly. I chuckled, picked up some of the clothes scattered on the floor, got dressed roughly, and grabbed my wallet and phone.

"I'll be right back. Oh, Yeonju, what's your size?"

"Auu... uuu... B... I'm a B cup..."

"...Not that. Panties size. You can't wear those wet ones again."

"P-panties... Ah... panties, right... Yeah... I can't wear them again..."

Yeonju rambled incoherently but eventually told me the size. But she was already tomato-red and her eyes were spinning, so there was no way she was speaking clearly. I gave up on trying to understand and just said I got it, then left the hotel.

The city streets at ground level weren't as beautiful as they'd looked from the hotel. Maybe because it was spring, there was some fine dust, and exhaust was pouring out from the cars, making it pretty unpleasant to walk around as a pedestrian.

'Is this why people need cars?'

I'd lived as a pedestrian my whole life, but the moment the thought of buying a car took root, all the downsides of being carless stood out sharply. Humans really were funny creatures.

With those thoughts, I stopped by a pharmacy to buy painkillers. There happened to be an underwear store nearby, so I went in. After browsing a bit, I picked up some plain ankle socks and was choosing panties for Yeonju when a female clerk noticed my hesitation and approached.

"Is this a gift for your girlfriend?"

"Ah, yes. I don't really know what I'm doing."

"Hmm... The most popular style right now is something like this."

The clerk pointed out a pair of black banded panties. They looked plain and comfortable, so they seemed fine for Yeonju to wear.

"Looks good. I'll take those."

"Yes. What size would you—"

"Ah... the size..."

I was about to describe Yeonju's figure when I suddenly thought, Do I really need to? Maybe my late-night contemplation about flexing hadn't been in vain, because a clear image of how a typical nouveau riche would act in this situation popped into my head.

"Just give me one of each size you have. It's a bit awkward to ask..."

"Ah... Yes, sir!"

I noticed the female clerk's expression and reply were rather ambiguous, but true mastery of flexing meant not caring about such things. I casually handed over my card, took the shopping bag filled with multiple pairs of panties in different sizes, and left the underwear store.

'I should change my card to something cooler...'

That was the thought I had as I left the store. Using a check card instead of a credit card felt a bit lame. 'Having a black card or something would be perfect for showing off wealth... I should look into that.'

I mentally added "change card" to my to-do list and headed back to the hotel.