Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: Tattooed Resolve
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Park Haneul was what they called a delinquent girl.
She caused plenty of trouble and burned through her life without a second thought.
All that remained in the ashes was the tattoo on her back.
Everything else had scattered to the sky like smoke.
Even after turning twenty, she kept chasing pleasure, blowing through life.
The night streets offered her plenty just for being a woman.
She knew prettier meant more perks, so she got plastic surgery.
She was broke, but it didn't matter.
Clubs were overflowing with "older brothers" ready to lend her cash.
She figured her wild ride would last forever.
But life flipped in an instant.
Her dad—who seemed like he'd bankroll her recklessness indefinitely—collapsed.
He had genetic liver problems, and cirrhosis hit hard, putting him flat on his back in the hospital.
Mom had bolted when she was a kid. All that was left was Dad and her little sibling.
With Dad down, Park Haneul became the family breadwinner.
She wasn't total trash beyond saving, though.
She didn't ditch her family—she stepped up with real responsibility.
But earning money showed her the bitter side of life and society up close.
A middle school dropout like her didn't have many options.
Naturally, she tapped her network of guy friends and slid into the sex trade.
Catering to men's egos, drinking, and partying? It fit her vibe perfectly.
But when it turned into work, it crushed her.
Every damn day meant booze, and fake smiles even when she hated it.
Worst of all, her own genetic liver issues were kicking in.
Feeling like crap, she hit the doctor and got hit with a fatty liver diagnosis.
Keep pounding the drinks, they warned, and it could get dangerous.
With hospital bills and her sibling's tuition piling up monthly, she needed at least five million won.
Park Haneul faced a choice.
Stick it out at the room salon, nursing her time-bomb liver.
Or switch to an office gig, trading smiles for spreading her legs.
That's when she heard from an acquaintance: one of her sisters was raking in tens of millions a month on personal broadcasts.
Tens of millions? Huge even by sex industry standards.
Girls without killer bodies or looks scraped by on a few hundred thou at best.
Only the top aces pulled 20 or 30 million.
Drinking was wearing her down.
She couldn't stomach becoming just another whore—so she picked Broadcaster.
But broadcasting wasn't a cakewalk either.
She poured her heart into singing, dancing, shaking her ass.
Still, no whales latched on.
Everyone knew one big spender outdid a hundred small-timers.
Her monthly haul: about 200,000 Coins.
After cuts, barely over five million.
Not sustainable.
Enough to scrape by a month, sure—but no future.
Broadcasting income could crater anytime. She needed a savings buffer.
So Park Haneul decided to hunt whales herself.
That's when she spotted the buzz about Darling and Unemployed King.
"So that's why you messaged me?"
Lee Hyunwoo stayed stone-cold even after her sob story.
Sad backstory? Didn't mean he'd cut her slack.
Everyone's got one.
All he could offer was solid Coin donations.
And that'd help her big time.
"Yes. I have to make money. Like I said, hit me with a million Coins a month, and I'll call you my lifelong benefactor."
"Relax. Coins are no issue. Your stream starts today... or hell, right now—head to the bathroom for a re-view, and I could drop 250k on the spot."
"R-Really?"
"Yeah. But I'll need to be in a good mood."
"I'll do my absolute best!"
In the tub, they sat facing the same way.
Lee Hyunwoo leaned back against the tub's edge, Park Haneul nestled between his legs.
She twisted around to face him.
Her eyes burned with raw determination to satisfy him.
She swept her hair back into a ponytail, bowed her head, and dove underwater.
"Oh..."
His cock slid into her mouth.
Park Haneul was giving underwater head.
Industry girl skills, huh?
The novelty fired him up.
The visuals were insane.
His eyes locked on the carp frolicking and cherry blossoms swirling in the water.
He'd never hated or loved tattooed girls before.
Now he got why some guys were into it.
That ink on her back? Eerily sexy.
"Puhaa! Haup!"
Park Haneul spat out his cock and surfaced.
Face above water, gulping air—her hand never let go.
She inhaled deep and dove again.
She kept this up, over and over.
Truly diligent blowjob.
Almost too desperate, like her life depended on it.
Even Lee Hyunwoo—who'd shrugged off her tale—felt moved.
Actions speak louder than words, after all.
"Enough."
"Puha! Haa, haa... Huh? But still..."
"You did great. We're good now. That on-and-off sucking won't get me off anyway. Stand up for a sec."
"Okay."
Desperation radiating off her, Park Haneul popped up the instant he finished.
Her waxed, pristine pussy was right there in front of him.
Come to think of it, every girl he'd been with so far was waxed.
Trend these days, apparently.
Not bad at all.
Shape on full display, plus hygienic.
"Grab the wall and spread your legs."
"Yes."
Park Haneul obeyed without hesitation.
She turned, revealing a firm, taut ass.
Crowning it: vibrant cherry blossoms and a lone carp.
She bent forward, and they vanished from view.
"Aang..."
Lee Hyunwoo reached out and spread her cheeks.
A chrysanthemum-tight asshole and pussy with delicate wings came into sight.
"Don't fake the moans. Only make noise when it feels real. No acting."
"Ah... Sorry."
His fingers got serious, toying with her pussy.
Starting at the clit, tracing down the outer labia.
Gently stroking between outer and inner lips.
One by one, fingering the inner folds.
Occasionally tapping the entrance, gauging her reactions.
"Uh..."
Told not to fake it, she'd clamped her mouth shut entirely.
Straining to stay silent.
He hadn't meant total quiet.
Not bad, though.
Moans would burst eventually anyway.
He zeroed in on his fingers, ramping up the teasing.
The moment one slipped inside, her moan exploded.
"Huuueup! Aaht...!"
Shocked at her own voice, she slapped a hand over her mouth.
But his relentless fingers dragged more sounds out of her.
Sex was Lee Hyunwoo's one true talent.
Masterful foreplay was baseline; he pinpointed erogenous zones like magic.
Even first-timer Park Haneul was no exception.
A few probes inside, and bam—G-spot located.
Ruthless assault on it, and her moans went wild as juices flowed.
"Huuueuk! Unemployed King! Too much there! Aaah!"
"No 'Unemployed King.' Call me oppa."
"Aaht! Y-Yes! Hyunwoo oppaaa!"
Splash.
Her wall-grip crumbled; knees buckled.
She collapsed back onto him.
Soft weight settled on his lap.
"Aaht! Your fingers feel too good! Aaaang!"
She'd toppled, but his fingers stayed buried.
Even underwater, they wriggled, tormenting her pussy.
"Pussy's loosened up nice. Lift that ass. Time to fuck."
"Huuut... O-Okay."
At his word, she pushed up again.
Knees braced, arms extended.
Doggy style. Rear entry.
Never dug this position more than tonight.
His eyes met the carp inked on her back.
Hold tight. Gonna wreck you soon.
"Ah, shit. No condom."
Right before thrust, he remembered: bathroom, no rubber.
Park Haneul whipped her head back, eyes anxious.
The worry screamed: pregnancy.
But he had zero reason to soothe it.
"I'll pull out. Cool?"
"...You have to. Not safe days—could be risky."
She couldn't say no.
Grinning wide, Lee Hyunwoo pressed his tip into her pussy.
"Huaaaht! Oppa, you're too big! Haaang! Aaht!"
Fuck!
Incredible.
First bareback ever.
Who knew skipping one thin rubber made this much difference?
"Aaah! So gooood! Haaa! Haaang! Huit!"
Splash-splash-splash!
He pistoned his hips like a maniac.
Not his first rodeo, but he couldn't stop.
No-condom thrill was off the charts.
And skin-on-skin? Pure bliss.
"Hua, aaah! Oppa so huuuge! Aang! First time feeling this full! Aaht! Ang!"
"Hate it? You're loving every second."
"N-Not hate, but too intense! Can't hold out long! Aaaaang! Haaht!"
With each piercing thrust, her moans swelled louder.
Soon, she surrendered completely, body limp in his hands.
Orgasm closing in.
Weird.
Never climaxed with a john before.
Always faked it to please them.
Now? Real deal incoming.
Orgasm.
A sensation lost since she shouldered family burdens.
As ecstasy beckoned, she shoved desperation aside, drowning in pleasure.
Every nerve fixated on the cock plunging inside.
"Aaaah! Oppa! Oppa! Gonna cum! Huaaht! Ah, it's hereeeee! Aaaaaah!"
It slammed her like a freight train.
The first in years hit ferocious.
Teenage peaks felt like child's play now—this one stabbed pleasure through every inch of her.
Insane.
Mind-melting bliss.
"Huaaaa! Aaaaaaaa!"
Her orgasm tipped him over; he couldn't hold back.
Wanted to bury deep and unload.
Raw-fuck urge surged.
Classic guy instinct after going bare.
But no way.
Last thing: shacking up with a sex worker.
Best setup? Sponsor her Coins, fuck on the side.
Snapping to pre-climax, he yanked out.
And hosed a thick load over the cherry blossoms and carp.