A Hundred Million Won
In the pojangmacha, we drank together and shared deep conversations. Noona’s story was ordinary yet utterly heartbreaking. The only surprise was that such a charming, bright woman carried that kind of past.
It was a long story, but the summary was simple. Right after graduating college, Noona married her current husband. At the time, he was doing quite well. Then a crisis hit his once-thriving business. He couldn’t overcome it. The business collapsed, debts piled up, and eventually Noona was forced to work at an opi to pay them off.
“Minjun, have you ever seen a red sticker?”
“You mean the ones they slap on stuff when you don’t pay?”
“Yeah… I came home after working overtime and every piece of furniture had one. I was so shocked I cried until I was exhausted. When I tried to lie down, there was one on the bed too. I got so angry I couldn’t stand the sight of it, so I ripped it off like a crazy person. That was the moment I decided—whatever it took, I’d make as much money as possible. If my husband couldn’t do it, then I would pay off the debt myself.”
Just hearing it, I could feel how fiercely she had resolved herself back then. Yet the eyes that told the story held nothing but self-mockery. Whether it was because she still hadn’t cleared the debt despite working so hard, or regret over selling her body illegally, I couldn’t tell. Her calm expression looked so sad that I couldn’t bring myself to ask.
“Does your husband know you’re doing this?”
“Of course. At first he hated it. He screamed about divorce, said he never knew I was that kind of woman. But after I brought home over ten million won in my first month, he shut his mouth. He knows there’s no other way.”
“Why go that far? Couldn’t you just get divorced?”
I asked because I genuinely couldn’t understand. Watching someone as pretty, kind, and thoughtful as Noona flounder in that gutter made my chest burn. I downed the glass in front of me. The sharp burn of alcohol spread through my mouth. It tasted awful, but my mood was worse, so it fit.
“It’s funny saying this while selling my body, but… I still love him. He’s a good man. And… he needs me.”
“Bullshit. Love someone twice and you won’t have a body left.”
I sneered, genuinely. I didn’t want to get angry, so all I could manage was sarcasm. It was painful to watch her insist she loved her husband so desperately while pretending it was nothing. It pissed me off. What the hell was so great about that pathetic love?
“Can’t be helped.”
“What do you mean it can’t be helped? Just divorce him. Is love really that important? Are you going to grind yourself down earning money to pay his debts and end your life like this? Why are you carrying the consequences of his mistakes?”
“…Why are you so angry? Do you feel sorry for me? You’re only doing this because you want something from me anyway. Why pretend you’re genuinely worried?”
Noona got upset, clearly not wanting to hear it. She didn’t yell or curse, but the quiet, sunken look in her eyes and the tone of her voice were sharp enough. Still, I refused to back down. It infuriated me how wasted her life was. I didn’t want to leave her living like this.
I instinctively realized we were standing at a crossroads. Whatever I did next would drastically change our relationship.
Shit, what the hell. I’m too pissed to hold back.
There were two paths: fast but dangerous, or slow but safe. I chose the fast, dangerous one. I didn’t want Noona living that miserable life anymore. I couldn’t stand the opi, her husband, any of it. I couldn’t find a single reason to tolerate the fact that even a tiny part of her heart still belonged to someone else.
She might get hurt by what I was about to do, but I was too angry to care. Even if I had to break her, I was going to make her mine. I’d tie her up, put a collar on her, and keep her by my side no matter what.
“You’re right. I’m doing this because I like you. That’s exactly why I can’t stand it anymore. Why the hell are you living like this? If you’re going to do it anyway, just be my sex partner. Offer your body to me. I’ll give you as much money as you want.”
“Wow… I can’t believe this… I really didn’t think you were like that… Do you even have that kind of money? I earn plenty myself. You might think I’m pathetic, but I work way harder than you think—”
“I’ll give you a hundred million.”
“…What?”
“Come to a hotel with me right now and I’ll give you a hundred million.”
“…You’re joking, right?”
“No. Wait a second.”
I pulled out my phone and immediately sent ten million won to Noona’s number. Her phone vibrated.
Vrrrr—
“Check it. That’s the deposit. I’ll give you the rest when we’re done.”
“…”
Noona picked up her phone with trembling eyes and stared blankly at the screen.
“…I’ll take that as a yes.”
I left her frozen in place, stood up, and paid the bill. When I returned, she was still sitting there, staring blankly at her phone. I placed a hand on her shoulder. She flinched at the touch.
“Let’s go. Quickly. Don’t you want to make money?”
“…Ugh… Yeah. Let’s go.”
I grabbed her wrist—she was suddenly treating me awkwardly—and dragged her out of the stall to hail a taxi. We rode to a nearby five-star hotel. I practically dragged her through the lobby to the front desk.
“Welcome to Hotel Seongra. Do you have a reservation?”
“No. How much is the most expensive room available right now?”
“Pardon…? Ah, yes. Sir. The best room currently available is the Presidential Suite. Including tax and service charge, it comes to twelve million won.”
The sharp, neatly dressed female employee looked flustered by my question, checked her monitor, and gave the price.
“I’ll take it for one night.”
I pulled out my card and handed it to her. She accepted it politely.
“Would you like to pay in installments, sir?”
“It’s a debit card.”
“Ah, understood. I’ll process the twelve million won payment.”
That was how I showed Noona—who had asked how much money I had—exactly what throwing money around looked like. I’d already sunk a billion into body enhancement, so this was close to overspending, but it didn’t matter. I had an endless fountain of cash from sex and flexing. More than anything, I wanted to crush her pride completely. I planned to bury her so deep under money that she’d never dare bring up her husband or love again.
“Thank you. Please fill out your personal information on this form.”
The employee handed me the form along with my card. I scribbled something and gave it back.
“Thank you. Here is your room key. Would you like assistance to your room?”
“No, it’s fine.”
I took the key and headed straight for the suite-only elevator. It was my first time staying in a suite, but I’d been to enough luxury hotels lately that I wouldn’t embarrass myself.
Click—
Noona and I stepped inside. From the hallway onward it had looked impressive, but the room itself was far more lavish than expected. I sat on the wide, long sofa that could easily serve as a bed and patted the spot beside me. Noona cautiously came over and sat down. The brush of her skin against my shoulder felt electric. That single touch made my cock spring up like a coil, the obscene outline clearly visible against my pants.
I pointed at my bulging crotch with a finger.
“Can you see this? My cock’s hard.”
“Ugh… Yeah…”
“What are you doing? If you came here to work, you should earn your pay.”
“Really… Are you really giving me a hundred million? This isn’t a joke?”
“Yeah, I’ll give it to you. Just take it off already.”
“Okay… I’ll take it off…”
Noona nodded firmly, as if steeling herself. Then, with an emotionless face, she reached for my zipper while still seated.
Tap.
I caught her wrist before it reached my pants.
“Get down on the floor. Kneel and do it. That’s how this works.”
“…Yeah… Okay.”
Noona slowly stood up and knelt in front of me. I spread my legs so she could fit between them. Crawling on her knees, she began pulling down my pants.
Thud. Zzzzip.
“Lift your hips… so I can take your pants off.”
After undoing the button and zipper, she looked up at me and asked. She was trying to act indifferent, but her face was stained with humiliation—and it looked incredible. I wanted to paint this scene and hang it in my house.
Swish—
Thud.
When I lifted my hips slightly, she yanked both my pants and underwear down. I kicked them off my ankles and sent them flying. My cock, finally freed from its prison, sprang up proudly, standing tall and thick.
Even without saying anything, I could see the lust slowly creeping into Noona’s dazed gaze as she stared at my massive shaft. A 2-Star cock had that effect—it could make women go into heat just by looking at it.
“Lick it slowly. Don’t suck yet.”
“Yeah… Okay…”
Noona stuck out her small, cute tongue and grabbed my cock with both hands, slowly licking the head.
—Slurp. Slurp. Slurp.
It probably smelled like cock since I hadn’t showered, but she didn’t even frown as she licked it.
“I didn’t wash. Is that okay?”
“Slurp… You told me to lick it… Slurp. Slurp.”
“I thought you’d like it. The smell of cock. How is it? Tastes good, right?”
“…I’m only doing it because you’re paying… Slurp. Slurp.”
As her smooth, soft tongue made contact, precum began to leak from the tip. Without being told, she licked it up.
“Slurp… Haa… Slurp… Slurp.”
“Now put it in your mouth.”
“It’s too big… It won’t all fit.”
“Put in as much as you can.”
Noona hesitated for a moment, staring at my cock, then opened her mouth wide and started swallowing the head. The feeling of my shaft sliding into her warm mouth was indescribable.
“Hahp… Hueup… Ubeub…”
“Kuh… Don’t pull back. Take it deeper.”
“Ubeub… Uueub…”
She kept trying, but eventually shook her head with my cock still in her mouth, signaling she’d reached her limit. But I’d watched enough deepthroat porn to know women could take it much deeper than they thought. It wasn’t just the throat—people could fit things all the way into the esophagus. She only thought it was her limit.
“Swallow it all the way. I’ll give you another ten million. That’s a hundred and ten million total. How about it?”
“Ugeup…… Kueup… Kueueuk… Ugeup…”
Hearing that, she started forcing more of my cock down her throat. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t take it all.
“Guess there’s no helping it. I’ll help you.”
“Ugeuk…!! Kueueup!! Ugeup!!!!”
I grabbed the back of her head and pushed down hard. My cock slid deep into her throat, poking at her esophagus. It still wasn’t all the way in, so I pressed even harder.
“Kuh…”
“Kueueup…!!! Kehhek!! Kueup…!!”
Finally, my entire cock disappeared into her mouth. Noona gagged violently, black tears streaked with mascara and eyeliner running down her cheeks. The sight of those black tear tracks on her face was incredibly erotic. Seeing her broken by money, choking on my cock with tears in her eyes, made her unbearably adorable.
“Kehhek!! Keuehek!!! Kuhek!!! Kehhek!!!”
I grabbed her head and shook it violently, pulling my cock out until it almost slipped free before slamming it back in all the way. Wet, gurgling sounds filled her mouth. Every time my cock withdrew, thick saliva stretched in long, sticky strands between her lips and my shaft—an extremely hardcore sight straight out of porn.