52. Gold Lion's Moving Day
"Alright, we've unloaded everything, right? We're heading out now~"
"Thanks for your hard work!"
Once all the stuff from the moving truck is out, the workers from the company drive off.
In front of the new house, furniture and my daily essentials are piled up high. This was a cheap moving service where you just rent the truck—they only help with loading and unloading, and everything else is on you. With a ton of big expenses coming up, I wanted to save wherever I could.
Last night was my final goodbye to that cramped one-room. It wasn't some spur-of-the-moment idea. As the money started piling up, I'd been eyeing real estate apps, planning this move for a while. After agonizing over it for days, I finally picked a date and went for it.
The new place is a large house on the outskirts of Seoul. I didn't buy it outright—just put down a deposit and signed on for hefty monthly rent. It's a two-story with a big grassy yard, so plenty of space. Not trying to flex like some rich asshole; this spot has real meaning for my next steps.
Which is why today, I need to fill this meaningful house with my furniture and stuff. Obviously, I'm not crazy enough to drag a massive fridge or TV inside alone, so I called in some helpers.
"Friends are only good for shit like this, huh?"
Sa Dong-hyeok rolls up his sleeves, grumbling as he approaches. I shoot back shamelessly.
"That's exactly when you call 'em, right?"
"You asshole... You barely hit me up unless you need something or you're in a pinch."
"Hey, hey, quit whining. I'll buy you food after."
"Fine, but make it enough to burst my stomach. Got it, Dong-hyeok?"
"Fuck off."
Dong-hyeok grabs one end of the sofa, and Kim Ho-jeong joins him on the other side. They're the college buddies I called—Kim Ho-jeong and Sa Dong-hyeok, the guys who were with Lee Jeong-su at the bar when he tried introducing me to Mi-na last time. Ho-jeong's short and the model student type; Dong-hyeok's your loyal, average college dude.
As Dong-hyeok and Ho-jeong grunt and haul the big sofa inside, I glance sideways.
"......"
Lee Jeong-su, Yoon Mi-na's boyfriend. He showed up to help—maybe out of guilt from apologizing last time—but seeing my new place has shut him up good. Fists clenched, he's glaring at the imposingly tall house like it personally offended him.
This prick's still hung up on it, huh.
If I had to sum up Jeong-su's mood right now, it'd be resentment. The guy who always scams and looks down on everyone else... and the nobody he thought was beneath him just moved into a massive house. Sure, it's rent, but apparently that's too much for his fragile ego.
But petty kid shit like this? I checked out of that ages ago. No time to play games with Jeong-su anymore.
"Hey!"
"Ow!?"
Right on cue, Yoon Mi-na chops the back of his head with her hand while he's just standing there.
"What're you doing? Quit standing around like an idiot and move this shit!"
"I know, I know! Stop hitting me."
"Then don't just loiter like a moron. You're in the way."
"......"
She's riding her boyfriend hard. After chewing him out, she shoves a used microwave his way and orders him to carry it. Yoon Mi-na—Jeong-su's girlfriend, my cute little bitch now. Heavy makeup today, hot pants and all. But she's got work gloves on, pitching in like a pro.
Jeong-su scowls at Mi-na as he hefts the microwave.
"Why'd you even come? You said you had that ad shoot today."
Mi-na flinches, scrambling for an excuse.
"W-well, he's a friend, so I rolled up my sleeves to help out."
"Since when are you two friends?"
"Uh... we exchanged numbers when I made you guys make up last time. Yeah."
"Are you insane?! Why the hell would you do that on your own?!"
That's aimed at me too—a desperate howl from a male terrified of losing his mate. But it's more like a kitten's mewl than a lion's roar, so no need for me to clap back. Mi-na steps up, arms crossed, shutting him down easy.
"What? Do I need your permission now?"
"No, but Seon-woo's my friend, and if you two meet without me..."
"It's not like that, you dumbass! And quit acting like my boyfriend in front of people—it's embarrassing as hell."
"......"
"Shut up and move it. We've got tons to do."
She's flipping the script, getting pissed at him. Her boyfriend-trashing skill's hit mastery level. Jeong-su's face screams nothing's going right today. Girlfriend won't take his side, secretly meeting some other dude. Guess the bad vibes are finally sinking in. Long after the cow's gone from the barn.
His jealous glare hits me full force before he grits his teeth and hauls the microwave away. I whistle like I didn't notice. Wasting time on childish drama? Not worth it.
Slap!
"Eek!?"
Better to grope this juicy ass instead—a hundred, a thousand times more profitable. Mi-na whips around, startled by the sneak attack on her hot-pants-clad butt.
"Nngh... don't just grab me from behind like that...♥"
But spotting it's me, she flashes a sultry smile, lips curving into a happy crescent. She sways her tempting hot pants seductively as she turns.
"Look at you, being all helpful. The college goddess herself volunteering for moving duty."
"I-I just happened to hear... thought you might need an extra hand."
"Yeah? But since when are we friends?"
She glances around, confirms we're alone, and her face relaxes completely.
"No... we're not friends, Master♥"
"That's right."
Master—music to my ears. I reward my good bitch. While everyone's hauling furniture, we share a kiss out front in the yard. Just a quick lick of lips, but when we part, Mi-na looks wanting. Not just for more kiss—other parts too.
"You could've called if you were moving."
I'd texted my college buddies' group chat, but skipped her on purpose. She probably heard through Jeong-su, not me. A bit miffed at being left out, she pouts.
I stroke the head of my eager bitch, dying to help her master.
"Didn't think you'd roll up your sleeves for manual labor. Sweating your ass off lifting heavy shit? Why call a girl?"
"Still... for us..."
"Huh? For us?"
"......♥"
She says her piece then dodges my eyes like she regrets it. I grab my cute bitch's chin and pull her in. She opens her mouth willingly.
"Mmph...♥ Slurp... smack smack smack... I love kissing... love it, Master...♥"
This time, a long one. Our pink tongues tangle visibly, rough and wild. Thrill of maybe getting caught—even with her boyfriend nearby.
"Haa...♥ Nngh...♥"
Like an animal rumbling from deep in its throat, lewd sounds leak out. She's hooked. Visibly, numerically—Mi-na's fallen hard for me. Most private meets, most desperate cravings. Pics she sent to tempt me already fill a gallery page. Showing up uninvited? She's chasing that thrill with me any way she can.
"Okay, what's next~?"
"Probably best to bring in the big furniture and appliances first."
"Fridge next, then. Three of us—me included—should handle it."
Ho-jeong and Dong-hyeok's voices from the entrance make us pull apart slyly. Mi-na's thrilled by the risk but frustrated it's not enough—rubbing her sleek thighs, stockings and sneakers under those hot pants.
Canceling a scheduled uniform ad shoot to help her boyfriend's friend move. Without even being asked. Anyone else would think she's nuts.
Yoon Mi-na thought the same until she got here.
But no regrets.
What do I do, it feels so good...♥
Serving Chae Seon-woo... my Master. That's reward enough.
Never felt this affectionate, this swept away by a guy before. It was all new to her.
Sure, she'd dated plenty. Fact. But never given her true heart. Early dopamine highs? Yeah. But they fizzled fast—blink and done.
Chae Seon-woo? Opposite.
Worst start: blackmail. But it never gets old. Grows sweeter, hungrier each time. Electric pleasure every meet, love all night. Fills her deepest lacks with that bragging cock.
Mi-na always calculated relationships for gain. Got cut off plenty, burned by bad guys. Worn smooth by human drama—not the type to volunteer for sweaty moving help.
Yet here she is. Ditching her career-boosting ad gig.
"Hee hee hee♪"
Humming as she arranges mugs in the kitchen. Knowing he'll use what her hands touched? Pure joy.
Seon-woo's loaded? Place is nice...
Rent, she heard. But even rent here? Upkeep's no joke. Not some vanity flex, though.
Truth: Their thing's secret. Don't know much beyond fucking—and it's heaven.
Money on top? Could she keep up the boyfriend charade?
What if this became our newlywed home...?
......♥♥♥
Sudden fantasy turns filthy. She smacks her forehead.
"Ugh... idiot, stop fantasizing and snap out of it!"
Way too reckless with her boyfriend right there.
"Hey."
"Eek!?"
Startled, she nearly drops the glass. Catches it, shelves it. Turns: Chae Seon-woo.
Wet hair, sweat beading on his forehead. Pores dumping sweat like rain.
Wooow...♥
Thin shirt soaked, clinging tight. As someone who sees him regular, his body's improving. Not a muscle pig, but the kind girls dig—six-pack emerging from workouts, arms with just-right bulk for hugging. Redder, pumped from heavy lifting.
Gulp.
Prime male beast in labor. She swallows without thinking.
"S-Seon-woo. Kitchen's all sorted."
"Yeah? Whew, thanks. You've been a huge help."
Casual talk—ears might be listening. His thanks melts her efforts away. Face beams, sweat and all.
"......"
"......"
"Um...?"
His eyes blatantly rake her body. She pretends not to notice, but it's locked on her curves.
...Maybe?
Like her admiring him, he's doing the same. Loose heart-print tee up top, stockings and mini hot pants below—wafting sexy vibes. Whetting his appetite.
Mi-na's thrilled. Clenches her sweaty little fists in joy.
"Mi-na."
"Y-yeah?!"
"One urgent thing left. Can you help more?"
"What what?"
She trots over like a called pup. Always ready to serve.
He steps to the kitchen table, points underneath.
"Some moving boxes fell in here. Too big to fit—mind grabbing 'em?"
"In there?"
Table's low—navel height—draped in a sexy tablecloth nearly dragging the floor. She kneels to check.
Click clack.
Sudden move: belt unbuckled, jeans yanked down. Boxers too—cock out.
Peering into the dim under-table, she turns: throbbing dick greets her.
H-here...?
She slumps under, swallows hard. Intense post-work musk wafts. Unwashed, thick monster right in her face.
Looking down, he just smirks. Intent clear.
Her mind flashes not to Does he see me as a slut? But...
He's been holding back this much for me...?
Skyward erection, heavy balls to match. He's been suppressing urges for her, like she has.
He's been aware of me all along♥
Seeing herself as that desirable? Affection surges.
His reckless timing? Fuels her lust.
"Slurp...♥"
No hesitation—she approaches. Sweeps long straight hair back, engulfs the glans demurely.
Unwashed, but for her—she slicks it with spit, serves devotedly. The cock that's pleased her 200% deserves it.
"Slurp slurp♥"
"Whew, Mi-na's mouth-pussy is killer..."
"♥"
His approval fires her up. She goes harder, taking as much as her small mouth allows. Can't deepthroat the girth, but works the sensitive underside to please her master.
He reaches down, pets his obedient bitch's head.
"Those hot pants nearly drove me insane."
"Mmph... I held back seeing your hot body too, Master...♥"
"Wear slutty shit like that again, and I'll fuck you on sight. Watch it."
"Yessh... Mashter♥"
She's serving, but his joy's hers. Wants to satisfy her sturdy master more. Mutual bliss.
"Yo, what're you doing alone in here?"
Fellatio halts at footsteps. Not Jeong-su—Sa Dong-hyeok, one of the friends.
Mi-na panics; Seon-woo stays cool. Tablecloth hides for this exact scenario.
"Ah, wrapping up soon. Ordering delivery on my phone."
Fakes scrolling the pre-placed phone on the table.
"Cool, take your time. You drag us here, sweat us out, then cheap out with one bowl of jjajangmyeon?"
"Relax. I'll splash cash. Hard work deserves it—later, we'll all hit somewhere fun. Look forward to it."
"Dude, whatever it is, sounds like you hit the jackpot... Fine."
Dong-hyeok leaves peacefully. Slick deflection.
"Oh, Jeong-su was looking for Mi-na. You seen her?"
He pops back—Seon-woo's shoulders jump.
"Uh, dunno. Maybe resting? Tough work."
"Yeah? Thought she was in the kitchen. Anyway."
Footsteps fade for real. Seon-woo exhales in relief.
Heart pounding inside. He'd blown his load.
Startled by the return, he'd dumped all pent-up cum silently. Massive precum ropes unleashed wordlessly.
Shot it like a hose...
But below? Silent as a mouse. One cough and busted—deathly quiet.
He peeks under the cloth: Mi-na clutches her throat. Knees in W, back heaving then stilling.
"Aah~♥"
Proves it—opens wide. Spotless.
She'd swallowed every accidental drop. Tough, but proud—jaw agape like a trophy.
His well-trained bitch. Grins, teeth flashing.
Can't resist petting his lovable female.
"Gotta pamper you extra hard tonight, Mi-na."
"Can't wait, Master...♥"
Best bone ever for her.
"Mwah♥"
Finale: kiss to his cockhead. Red lipstick on the proud glans—her womb quivers.