Be Careful When Keeping Lewd Photos
"Whoa…"
I'd gone downstairs to return a misdelivered package. The woman who answered the door was so stunning that my body froze on the spot. "Is she a foreigner?" She had just spoken Korean, so that couldn't be right, yet the striking blonde hair and green eyes gave her an otherworldly mystique. Her figure didn't look Korean either. The heating must have been cranked up inside; even in winter she wore thin clothes that seemed to scream against her body, her chest and hips swelling dramatically compared to her slender limbs.
"She doesn't look like an ordinary person. Maybe a celebrity?" Her appearance was so unusual that the thought crossed my mind, but I'd never paid much attention to celebrities growing up, so I couldn't be sure.
"…Excuse me?"
"Huh? Oh, this is yours." I snapped out of it at the sound of her voice and handed over the package. "I live in 201. It was left at our door by mistake. I thought it was mine and opened it, but it wasn't, so… sorry about that."
"Ah… It's fine. Thank you for bringing it back."
There was a faint wariness in her tone and expression. Understandable, since I was a complete stranger. Still, her voice sounded oddly familiar. Like I'd heard it a few times recently…
"…Nayung-i?"
"What? What did you say?"
I'd only meant to think it, but the name slipped out. Realizing it was rude even if I was right, I hurried to cover it up. "Ah, nothing. I'll be going now. Sorry again for opening the package."
"No, it's okay. Goodbye, then."
After exchanging greetings, I returned to my room. Time to put away the gym bag and rest—
"…You're back?"
"Whoa, you scared me!"
The blanket on the bed shifted, and someone sat up from underneath.
"Iseor noona?"
"Mmm… Did you go to the gym?"
Her sleepy expression and sluggish voice suggested she'd let herself in while I was out and had been napping until now. How had she gotten in without the door code? I'd actually given it to her the last time we met. She needed my scent, so I'd made sure she could replenish it at my place even when I wasn't around.
"Wow, you really startled me. Noona, when did you get here?"
"About an hour ago, maybe…? And my shoes are right outside."
"Oh, really? I didn't notice."
"I just assumed they'd be there and came in. I should've texted first. Sorry."
She had nothing to apologize for. An empty house often felt lonely, but having someone greet me like this was nothing but welcome.
"You heading to bed too?"
Iseor noona asked as I climbed onto the bed. Ignoring the question, I slipped under the same blanket and pulled her into my arms.
"You came to smell me, right? Go ahead, sniff all you want."
"Ah… Yeah."
She burrowed deeper into my embrace and took a long inhale. The situation was familiar by now, yet the more I saw her like this, the more adorable she seemed. I held her slender frame tightly and kissed her forehead.
"…Hey. You don't think of me as some kind of puppy, do you?"
"You're my bitch, aren't you?"
"…"
She didn't bother denying it and simply kept breathing in my scent. I kissed her forehead again, then remembered something and asked, "When did you say we were going to the pension?"
"Next Monday. I already told them it's just the two of us, so don't suddenly say something came up, okay?"
"Got it. Don't worry."
I needed to show her a reliable, manly side there and win her over. Of course, since she'd declared she was going to milk me dry, surviving the trip in one piece was the real first priority. That aside…
"Noona, you masturbated here, didn't you?"
"Huh? How did you know?"
"Otherwise you wouldn't be this calm after smelling me."
"Ah…"
She looked embarrassed all over again. At that moment, her eyes widened as she looked up at me. It was because she'd felt my erection pressing against her stomach while I held her.
"If you're going to barge in and masturbate, you should pay an entrance fee, right?"
Thrust • Thrust • Thrust • Thrust
"Hnn! Ah! Mmm! Haa…!"
Every time I moved my hips, Iseor noona's body jolted against me. Her pussy clung greedily to my cock on every stroke, making it hard to slow down.
"Your pussy's gripping me so tight, noona. Feels better doing it with me than alone, right?"
"Hnn, ah! Haa… I-I don't know…"
"If you don't answer, I'll stop right here."
"Of course, haa, of course it's better with you… Hnn. I answered, so keep fucking me♡"
I flipped her onto her back and mounted her again. Watching her from behind was nice, but feeling her full body heat and the softness of her breasts pressed against me like this was even better.
"You really are a natural-born bitch, noona. I should thank your mom for giving birth to you."
"Hnn, ah! Don't say weird things… Haah."
Maybe to shut me up, she pressed her lips to mine. As our tongues tangled, her walls tightened even more around my cock. It wasn't long before her body, pinned beneath me, convulsed in climax.
"Hnnk! Ah! Hiee!"
While she bucked her hips, I stroked my cock right against her face. The urge to cum hit fast. Noticing it, Iseor noona took the head into her mouth.
"Mmph! Hnn…!"
The sight of her happily swallowing every drop was obscenely lewd. Even after gulping it all down, she kept sucking on the tip with a look of lingering regret. Since my cock wasn't about to die from a few rounds, there was no reason for her to look so disappointed.
"I'm putting it back in."
"Mmm…"
♩~♬~♪♬
"Huh? Noona, your phone's ringing."
"It is…?"
Iseor noona crawled on all fours toward the phone on the other side of the bed. The afterglow of her orgasm still hadn't faded, so her progress was painfully slow. After all that effort to reach it, she didn't answer there—she crawled right back to my crotch instead.
"…Oh, it's Se-hee."
I'd heard that name before. Ah, right—she was the friend I'd sent my dick pic to.
—Iseor, can you talk right now?
"Yeah. What's up?"
—I lost my phone. I just got a new one and called you right away.
"Really? What happened?"
—I left it on the subway like an idiot. It was two days ago. Whoever picked it up must've taken it on purpose—location tracking doesn't work. I gave up and decided not to look for it.
"Ah…"
It was an unfortunate story, but did she really need to report it to a friend right after replacing the phone? Meanwhile, Iseor noona was casually fondling my cock. Was she planning to keep doing that until the call ended?
—Ah, the reason I'm telling you this is… Remember that photo you sent me last time? That… sex partner's dick.
At the unexpected topic, Iseor noona glanced at me before answering.
"Huh? Yeah… Why?"
—I looked into it, and apparently people who find phones and sell them check the data inside. I kept the photo because I felt bad deleting it, but now I'm worried it might leak…
Aha. So that's why she called.
"Ah… I see."
—I'm really sorry, Iseor. I should apologize to him too… God, I'm such an idiot. Why did I save it…
Iseor noona looked at me again, her eyes asking what to do. Instead of answering with a look, I leaned toward her phone and spoke directly.
"It's fine! You don't have to apologize!"
—Oh! Ah, hello. So you were together again… I'm sorry. I… Haah. Really…
"No one would even recognize it's me anyway! It's really okay, so don't worry!"
—Ah… Okay. Thank you. I'm really sorry.
"Se-hee, I'm fine too, so don't stress about it."
—Sorry, Iseor. I'll call again later.
Perhaps out of consideration for us being together, the person named Se-hee hung up quickly.
"Are you sure it's okay? It might be hard to recognize you, but you never know."
At Iseor noona's worried words, I answered casually. "Nah, no way. Even if someone figures it out, it's something to brag about, so who cares?"
"If you say so…"
Once the conversation felt over, Iseor noona's gaze drifted back between my legs. Her hand had never stopped stroking my cock even while worrying about me.
"So, shall we continue?"
Iseor noona nodded. Once again, the two of us became one. Our bodies clung together, refusing to part until both were satisfied.
Park Yuna was checking the comments on her YouTube channel before starting her stream.
…
But the viewers' goodwill didn't fully satisfy her desires. What she truly wanted was…
'…Money!'
She wasn't exactly suffering from poverty. She was a former child actress who had once dominated the film and drama scene. From her first to third year of middle school, her nationwide popularity had swept up every award and brought her fame and fortune. Though her parents had managed the earnings back then, and she still received an allowance while balancing streaming and school, the amount was substantial enough that Park Yuna lived quite comfortably. Even so, her heart was filled with an insatiable craving for money.
'Not just money. Big money! Enormous, ridiculous amounts that could control a whole country—anyway, that kind of massive fortune!'
She didn't ask her viewers for donations or sponsorships. They were simply kind people who filled her self-esteem; she didn't want to demand money or pursue anything more with them. Besides, no matter how successful she became as an internet streamer, it would never reach the scale of wealth she desired.
If asked how luxurious a life she dreamed of to want that much money, there was a reason beyond mere luxury—but the point was, she had a wish she desperately wanted to fulfill.
'But how…?'
Realistically, there was no way Park Yuna—or anyone—could obtain that level of wealth in one go. The only method that came to mind was marrying a prince-like man who possessed such riches.
'If I met someone like that, I'd definitely be able to charm him! Though I've never actually tried… More importantly, where would I even meet someone like that?!'
If she revealed her face on stream, maybe a prince who could grant her wish would take interest. But showing her face was something she would never do. There was a reason only she understood why it absolutely couldn't happen.
'Sigh. It'd be nice if I ran into him by chance on the street like in movies. That won't happen, though.'
Wanting to forget her frustration, she visited a community site she often checked—one filled with cute pet photos. Looking at adorable videos and pictures of puppies, kittens, and hamsters melted her worries away. This time, curious about human stories instead of animals, she clicked into the free board.
'Huh? What's this?'
'His place is perfect? What does that mean?'
"Whoa?!"
Unable to contain her curiosity, Park Yuna clicked the title. Her eyes widened like a hamster's. What she saw was a photo of a man's genitals alongside a piece of paper with a date. No mosaic—its shape was laid bare.
'What is this…? Ugh… Gross. Even the veins are standing out.'
She couldn't tell for sure, but it was clearly thicker and longer than average. Soon, however, her attention was stolen not by the photo but by the post itself.
'Korea's top 10 richest…?'
Park Yuna wouldn't know, but the photo was actually Han Jihoon's dick pic that had leaked from Kang Iseor's friend Se-hee's lost phone. The process was as follows: Two days ago, Se-hee had accidentally left her phone on the subway. Someone who found it kept it to sell. While checking the found phone at home, the person saw the dick pic Se-hee had saved and decided to post it online for attention. They uploaded it pretending it was their friend's, writing a fabricated story on a random board. Park Yuna, who lived in the same villa as Han Jihoon, happened to see it.
Even without knowing the truth, the post's content was absurd enough that no one would believe it. 'Come on, that's ridiculous. A college student becomes one of Korea's top 10 richest and controls the media with money so no one knows? That's the kind of unrealistic setup you'd find in an elementary schooler's novel.'
Still, if it were true, it was exactly the kind of story Park Yuna would be interested in. 'How nice would it be if this were real? And then one day, fatefully running into this man on the street and him falling for me at first sight! That would be amazing!'
"…No way that's happening."
Even as she let her imagination run wild, reality didn't change. Thinking she'd wasted time, she moved to click the back button when—
"Huh?"
A sudden sense of familiarity made her stare intently at the photo. Her green eyes weren't focused on the man's genitals but on what surrounded them.
"Mmm…?"
The photo wasn't a close-up of just the genitals; it showed the man's lower body in full. Kang Iseor hadn't taken a tight close-up because she worried her friend might get confused about the size if shot too near. Thanks to that, though not much, the space around the person was visible in the shot.
'It looks familiar… or does it…?'
Still uncertain, she tilted her head while keeping her eyes on the background. The more she looked, the bigger her doubt grew.
'This wallpaper and door… Isn't this the same building as mine?'