61. Oppa, Is It Really Okay to Accept This?

She kept pulling it up during her part-time shift. The staggering amount displayed on her internet banking app.

For a 20-something fresh out of school, it was an insane sum. Her heart raced with excitement, but she couldn't help feeling uneasy.

Shin Sa-rang had sold her virginity on stream to pay for tuition. But she never imagined it'd rake in this much. She'd hoped for maybe 10 million won at best, 5 million at worst. Yet one round of sex netted her nearly 80 million—a shocking fortune for a naive newbie oblivious to the world.

It was a windfall that dwarfed her usual 2-3 million monthly earnings, something she'd never saved up in her life. Enough to coast through graduation without part-time worries and focus on studies. But habit had her showing up for shifts anyway. The lingering daze and bitter aftertaste.

She still couldn't quite believe it. Was this a dream? Or some elaborate scam where they'd nab her later? The conditions had been suspiciously sweet.

Chae Seon-woo, who'd proposed the deal, had generously covered her tuition under the guise of help—and waived his full share to boot. They'd agreed on a 7:3 split, meaning he'd forfeited about 25 million in commission. Too generous toward Shin Sa-rang. Suspiciously so.

"Ugh…."

Her head throbbed with complications, drawing a deep sigh. The money was in her account, problem solved. But her sharp mind refused to chalk it up to simple kindness. Her intellect bred doubt, sprouting wings of deduction and wild speculation.

Ding-a-ling!

"Oh, w-welcome! …H-Huh?!"

"……?"

"Ah… n-nothing! Haha…."

She flinched at the police uniform on the entering customer. The officer gave the part-timer Shin Sa-rang a weird look before heading to the drink corner with his colleague.

"That thing you mentioned—is it for real?"

"Totally. Some young guy on a Ben○, sweating buckets inside with a hot chick."

"Whoa, lucky bastard…."

The cops chattered away. Once they vanished deep into the corner, Shin Sa-rang patted her chest in relief.

"Phew…."

She fretted pointlessly: Am I about to get busted for public prostitution?

*

As always, she finished her shift, tackled homework at the cafe, then headed home. Mom was waiting up tonight, skipping sleep. Perfect timing to hand over the gift.

She offered the pre-bought shopping bag.

"Here."

"What's this?"

"Mom's underwear. Yours were all worn out. Oh, and I slipped some cash inside too."

Mom sighed.

"I told you not to do this… We need living expenses. Use it as pocket money."

"I'm fine. Boss gave me a bonus for good work."

A little white lie. But Shin A-young wouldn't accept otherwise. Truth was, Shin Sa-rang wanted to dump all non-tuition funds into household help—but explaining 80 million? No way. Confessing she'd sold her body would devastate her mom, scarred by men. So, gradual supplements it was. Gifts with 100,000 won tucked in—slow, but a start.

"I'm heading to my room? Tags are off, no returns anyway—don't even think about it."

"Really…."

Forcing the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gift on Mom, she slipped into her tiny room. Sat at her desk, checked KakaoTalk.

No reply yet. He'd said "meet again," but three days of radio silence. Before accepting the gig, she'd worried: What if he blackmails me with the footage later? Unfounded. His cool detachment was the issue now, leaving her hanging.

Chae Seon-woo: utterly unpredictable.

"Gold Lion TV, right…?"

Time to investigate. All she knew: convenience store senior, on uni hiatus, now streaming raunchy stuff in a lion mask. Time to update with limited intel. Downloaded the Ppop TV app on her phone, searched.

Clicked ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the profile-less channel, fired up a replay. Premium price was steep, but flush with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠cash, no sweat.

『Haaaang♥ This thing's insane!』

"Eek?!"

She muted it ninja-quick. But the moans shook the tiny house—Mom knocked frantically.

"H-Hey… everything okay?!"

"Ah… yeah! Tried a lecture, but weird site linked up?!"

"That's it?"

"Obviously! …W-what else?"

"……Okay, study hard…."

Desperate excuses sent Mom packing. Suspicious misunderstanding, but explaining more would look worse. Once quiet, she clutched her chest, plugged in earphones.

Around minute five, shoulders hunched in immersion: a new world.

"No way…."

A woman and lion-masked man entangled wildly. Porn to most, extreme sport to her. Way rawer than average clips. Masked man—Chae Seon-woo—handled his partner like a pro. Lewd commands mixed with passionate training, raw sex.

She's so aggressive…?

Shocking: the woman's moves. As it intensified, she rode Gold Lion, grinding hips herself. Sa-rang hurt just from insertion; mosaic girl mounted it. Hips dancing, hands behind head—submissive pose.

『Haang! So good! Love this huge cock♥』

Endless moans in her ears. Virgin-minded Sa-rang reeled at a woman moving on that beast—then blissful groans nonstop. Mosaic hid the face, but constant smile vibes.

Slick…♥ Rub…♥

Under the desk, fresh dolphin pants rubbed thighs soft, syncing with vivid flesh tones searing her brain—like gentle masturbation.

Worlds apart…

His video performance dwarfed their encounter. He'd been gentle, bird-mom guiding. This? Pure sex. Beasts clashing violently.

Too much content—fast-forwarded. Positions swapped endlessly, marathon stamina filling three-hour long-take.

……No clue anymore.

Finished, steam wisped from her straight bob crown. Rough handler with monster dick and stamina—yet gentle for her first time. Deeper mystery.

Still… not a bad guy.

No scammer, that much. During their deed, she hadn't climaxed like video girl. Just a teasing signal from her body, cut short. Perfect for a first—once was enough, sore as hell. New position, oversized tool strained butt and inner thighs. Ached all day like DOMS. Video-style? She'd have skipped school.

Flashback: silk sheets to cut friction, wiped her blood, slow tempo. Sex-for-sale, yet considerate. Convinced: kind, caring guy.

Phew… bed time.

Stimulating vid killed sleep, but morning lecture loomed—bed before midnight.

Rising, phone screen lit.

"Oh, Sa-rang-ah! Free today?"

Post-lecture, exiting the hall—a tall guy approached.

"Ah, Tae-jun oppa…."

Inner groan. Didn't wanna get caught—damn. His leech-like persistence exhausted her.

Kang Tae-jun: cool looks, tall. Sweet talk and face won fans, but not her. Irritated instead. No initial grudge—just worn down by nonstop flirting.

"Sorry… got an appointment, gotta go."

"Huh? What appointment?"

"Meeting a sunbae oppa."

"C'mon, you'll ditch me again?"

"N-no! …Real plans today."

"Alright, I'll walk you there."

"No need…."

"No refusing. Walk together?"

Dismissing her shallow lie, he stuck like glue. Bluffing worked before—now he ignored her outright. His one-sided stubbornness. Knew she refused, yet clung like gum. Even kind-to-all Sa-rang tired of his bulldozing.

"Hey, Sa-rang-ah, winter break plans after finals?"

"No, just part-time…."

"Perfect. Seniors going skiing 2 nights 3 days? Lotsa girls, one spot open—just for you."

"Sorry, no play money."

"Pfft~ I know your wallet. Oppa treats this year—deal?"

His "cute" wink: fresh to him, nauseating to her.

"Can't owe you…."

"Just senior looking out—no pressure—"

"Hey!"

Thin voice yanked her gaze up. Eyes narrowed. Worst piled on worst: hell's wardens awaited outside.

Kim Hye-mi, Park Su-yeong. Seniors like Tae-jun, both into him. Acted coy, but obvious. Rumors: friends-plus, lovers-minus.

"Flirting with Tae-jun again?"

"Enough already. Your vixen act's pathetic."

"No, I—"

"Hey, cut it. I was inviting. Asking if she wants ski trip to get close."

Tae-jun clapped in like some prince.

"Huh?! Why drag her?"

"Yeah, she'll beg cash nonstop."

"Sunbae~ no coffee money~ Sunbae~ dinner please~ Total mood-killer."

Scripted sync, even uncanny impressions.

Grit…!

Sa-rang clenched teeth and fists. Hye-mi and Su-yeong sneered at her poverty. Infuriating. Tae-jun's drama fatigued her; outright family jabs worse. Not even rich themselves. Miracle no dead-parent digs—barely toed the line.

"Enough, guys. Wouldn't it be fun all friends?"

Tae-jun smirked mediator. Truth: his fake concern topped the girls. He wielded them as villains, nudging her toward him. Pretended protector, let them spew. Pitted them, tilting hearts his way. Beast in human ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠skin. Peak sleaze.

Escape hell, but risk full senior blacklist? Endure. Tae-jun: army vet returnee—only hiatus escape. Pursed lips screamed her frustration.

Beep!

"Found ya! Sa-rang-ah~"

Short horn drew eyes. Campus stairs below: sports car parked curbside, gleaming. Chae Seon-woo inside, waving pricy watch cheerily.

"…Seon-woo oppa?"

"Uh, huh? ………Oppa?"

Sa-rang's name-drop jolted Tae-jun.

"Ah~ First time at fancy uni, sightseeing delayed me. Lucky spot though. Busy now?"

"N-no…."

"Great. Hop in. Got private stuff to chat."

Sa-rang eyed seniors. Seon-woo's flash froze them. Tae-jun baffled, looping "Oppa?" to decode. Wished brother? Her poor family debunked luxury car bro. Girls too: halted sneers at Cinderella's glow-up, stepmom glares.

Goldfish-blinking in shock. Sa-rang crept downstairs, slid into passenger. Car-illiterate, but obvious Por○. Flashy interior.

"Those on the stairs—seniors?"

"Y-yeah…."

"Sorry, borrowing Sa-rang a bit~"

"““…….””"

Seon-woo gunned it—revs loud, speed safe, peeling out.

Sa-rang clasped hands tight beside him. Heart pounding. New car? Whatever—process stirred odd desire. Persistent pest Tae-jun KO'd dumbfounded; his girls speechless, gulping. Nothing from her, yet Seon-woo's ride birthed superiority buzz.

Side mirror: they gawked sickly from the spot.

Thump-thump. Sa-rang's first Cinderella thrill.