Chapter 9: Makeup Sex with the Haughty Beauty BJ Seon-hwa
A cafe a short distance from Lee Seon-hwa's home. It's a flashy franchise spot, but the neighborhood isn't exactly bustling, so the place is empty inside. Or maybe it's just because it's morning.
Stepping into the cafe, blending modern and gothic vibes, I spot someone who looks just like Lee Seon-hwa sipping coffee toward the back. She's got sunglasses on to hide her eyes, but that's about it. Her signature platinum blonde dye job and fashion sense that outshines any model are on full display. Even though this is a secret rendezvous with a creep who secretly films her, she doesn't seem to give a damn about hiding. So very Lee Seon-hwa.
I pull out the chair across from her two-seater table and sit. Bam—her shin kicks me hard under the table. A yelp nearly escapes, but with the part-timer and a few customers around, I grit my teeth and hold it in.
"What the hell are you doing the second you show up?!"
"You're the one who begged to meet, and you're late? By a whole five minutes?"
Just five minutes, you bitch! A quick glance around—the cafe's digital clock shows it's just past 5:07.
"You live around here... Do you have any idea how much of a pain it is to get here from my place?"
"That's your problem. You're the one who wanted to meet."
"Three transfers on buses and subways back and forth."
"How old are you to not even have a car? Pathetic rapist creep."
"...This is a public place, so let's cool it on the rape talk."
"Hmph, asshole."
Lee Seon-hwa's like a wild mare. The type that bucks and bolts if you try to tame her. I want to smack her ass and set her free on the plains, but I hold back. Patience. I shelled out a whopping 2.043 million won in superchats for this meeting. Last chance—gotta handle her with care.
She crosses her legs seductively, urging me on.
"So why'd you wanna meet? I don't wanna see your face long, so spit it out quick."
"...You know what I want."
She grabs her coffee cup. One more word, and she'll probably hurl it like in a drama. I slowly stroke my hand downward over hers, signaling calm. Hiding the tree in the forest strategy hasn't worked—I've been too direct about my intentions so far.
"Alright, fine. I get how you're feeling."
"You 'get it' and still spout that bullshit, you dog?!"
"Then let's make a bet."
"What?"
I shoot her a sharp, confident glare to seize control. Words aren't melting her ice, so Plan B it is. I exhale shallowly, clasp my hands, and set them on the cafe table.
"Straight up. That sex... I mean, the time we slept together before? It sucked, right?"
"Like it'd be good? You think women love it just 'cause your dick's big like a hot dog?!"
The few customers and staff in the cafe flip out. Someone chokes hard, hacking away. Partly from Lee Seon-hwa's shout, but our convo's drawing all the spotlights. I lean in closer so the next words don't carry.
"O-okay, I'm seriously reflecting on it."
"Reflection my ass."
"But I've leveled up my skills since then, y'know?"
"Your brain's rotted from porn? What skills—this ain't a game."
"That's why—if you don't believe me, let's bet on it."
"Bet?"
I play it cool, dropping an offer she can't refuse.
"If I can't satisfy you this time, I'll throw in five—uh, five hundred thousand won."
My tongue trips on the huge sum. I agonized over the amount, but like with the superchats, I'm going all-in bold.
"If I do satisfy you, no need to pay me. Deal?"
Genius—wiping out her risk too. Nailed her this time.
Or so I thought.
"......"
Lee Seon-hwa's face stays blank. She drains her Americano elegantly to the last drop, then replies leisurely.
"Look."
She spreads her arms, showing herself off. No clue what it means, but I give her a quick once-over. Dressed to kill.
"Well?"
"Uh... you look pretty."
"Whatever. Do I look broke to you right now?"
".........No."
I don't know luxury brands well, but everything on her—from clothes to makeup—screams expensive. Compared to my basic-ass civilian fit from head to toe, she's a swan next to a duck. Same species, but nothing matches up. Thanks to the hacking tool, I've got experience with women, but any average guy would shrink next to her.
"Right. So you think five hundred grand would make me flip and do it?"
"No... "
"Exactly. Even your pea brain can figure that, right?"
She slides her sunglasses down, smirking as she rubs it in. My ace proposal? Dead in 30 seconds. Bet blocked, despair sets in. It was my best home-brewed idea. No more plans left. Smooth-talk for Plan A, bet for B. That's my brain's limit. God, if you're listening, just give me a hypnosis app already. Scrambling for an improv breakthrough yields nothing. Whipping my brain gets zilch—motivation tanks. Too tired to beg anymore. No clever way out, just pointless seconds ticking. About to give up and bail when Lee Seon-hwa eyes me up and down and speaks.
"How much you got in your account total?"
"Huh?"
"How much in the bank. Down to the million-won marks, spill it all."
"Uh... around two mil—no, closer to 1.5."
Splitting finer might squeeze more, but after buying new hacking tool features and superchatting, it's about 1.5. Crunching exact outflows makes it gloomier.
And she pours gas on it.
"That's all you've saved? Beggar."
"...Mind your business."
"Fine. Upfront five hundred grand base. Lose the bet, double to a million. Those terms, and I'll do it."
My eyes bulge. First at her even entertaining it, second at the insane amount.
"W-wait. Upfront? Straight-up five hundred grand?"
"You're already a convicted creep. Blackmailed me, shook your hips however, came, and bailed. Time to cough it up."
"...Then what's the million? You said you're loaded."
"Money ain't the issue. Scraping a secret-filming trash like you to the bone? Sounds fun."
"I superchatted your stream too. Over two mil total!"
"That was for making my broadcast fun. Secret-filmer sucker~ Thanks for the superchats♡ Good?"
"......"
I knew it, but damn, she's terrifying. Mocks corporate salaries like nothing, now skinning a small fry like me. All-in, scary, but the only tempting option. True deathmatch—all my savings on the line. High risk for me, near-zero for her.
"Don't like it? I'm out. Oh, and this is final—no more contact. Next time, stalker report."
She stands abruptly. Not acting—looks real. I block her.
"Wait... fine."
"What?"
"All-in sounds good."
"...You're in?"
I flinch, trembling. Half her proposal was probably to toy with me. But I've bitten—ain't letting go.
"Wait at home. I'll prep and come."
"...F-fine. But no money first, no entry. And if you bug me after, I'll kill you!"
"Deal."
Tired of being dragged. Mission's hopeless, but now my pride's up. Gotta conquer that arrogant bitch somehow.
An hour later, back at her place post-cafe split. I ring the intercom; cold voice snaps.
"Open first. You'll see."
Door lock clicks open. Lee Seon-hwa, still in that classy dress, swings it wide.
"If you pull any weird shit—"
I shove the shopping bag I was holding.
"Five hundred grand."
She grabs the bank shopping bag—five bundles of ten-thousand-won bills inside.
"This is a million. Take it if I lose."
I flash the thicker bag in my hand—ten bundles.
Scraped my accounts clean. Tiny bits left, but just a month's living cash—basically all-in.
Her eyes twitch at the overkill show.
"Idiot? Just transfer to my account!"
"This feels more like a bet, right? Terms met—I'm in."
"Hey, wait!"
I ignore and barge past. She can't block hard like before. Cozy, spacious place with white wallpaper and pink accents. Her master bedroom? Straight medieval nobility. Antique style: one wall lined with cosmetics like a store, bed draped in veils. Queenly elegance overall.
Been here once, but wow again. Trailing Lee Seon-hwa pouts and gripes.
"...Who said you could just waltz in."
"Paid fair and square."
"Didn't think you'd actually bring it... Horny much."
"It's past noon already. Time's wasting—let's start."
"Kyaa! Why strip your shirt in my room outta nowhere! You didn't shower, right? Bathroom first. Then we'll see."
Sweaty from the bank cash run. Gladly hit her pristine bathroom for a refreshing shower, then face her again. Just towel-dried, buck-naked—she looks like she has words but holds back.
She sighs on the veiled bed, accepting the reality from her own slip-up.
"Not even a dog in heat. You want me that bad?"
"Yeah. Can't be anyone but you now. (Mission and life savings on the line.)"
"......"
Somehow, it comes out romantic. Ripples on her lips; she stands, resigned.
"One time only. If it's shit, I cut it off, take the cash, and boot you!"
Threat laid, hands to her back. Zipper down—dress pools on the floor. Reunion with her body after two months.
Fashion star's undies dazzle too. Sheer white bra barely hides her areolas. Panty's a ribbon strap with soft fabric over pussy and ass—fancy T-back vibe.
Model-grade curves on full, busty tits and hips alive. So tempting, forgets my all-in stakes. Gorgeous, fuckable body.
"W-what're you staring at?"
"Your body's beautiful."
"...Hmph, obviously."
Takes the praise, hands to lingerie. (Ex-)creep watching, arms hesitate to drop—but her bet, her call. No blackmail now, just wager, so she steels up.
Eyes shut tight, she peels off bra and panty set. Pink areolas, shaved clean pussy emerge.
My dick throbs hard. Swelled at lingerie view, but proud her stripping herself sparks conquest lust.
Not forced like before—this consensual bet, so she's cooperative.
"Still... huge as ever."
Veiny monster draws eyes. Intimidated, averts quick.
"...But size alone, right? You'll just thrust wild till you finish anyway—hurry up."
Hmph. I smirk, baiting. Don't pounce dick-first. Stakes high—new hacking skill aside, I've got technique now. Go textbook.
Smack.
"Uh, eung?"
First, kiss her pretty instep perched on bed, lick up. Ankle, calf, thigh—suck devotedly. Heat metal slow; saliva melts her toward orgasm gradual.
Slurp... smack. Lick lick, slurp...
"Mm... eut... hng, euhem! Learned some cheesy trick somewhere."
Didn't expect this; still queenly poise. Next, fondle firm tits soft, lick, suck. Tongue rolls over stiff nipples.
Throbbing dick pokes her white navel; I prop her back for stability.
"...Your dick keeps poking my navel—notice?"
"Your body's too hot and tasty—cut me slack."
"...Ah! Aa... hngt... mm... hey! How long you just licking?!"
"Hold on. One tit left—gotta finish."
"Fuckin' perv..."
Sounds scornful, but she offers her soft breast willingly. Maybe tits get her going rare.
Slurp slurp... smack smack! Lick lick.
Ten minutes: no inch of her body dry from my spit. Marking territory, lick everywhere. Prolonged teasing shifts her—moans leak, she slides to bed center. Lies back baby-style, surrendering fully.
Now, pussy time. Fingers trace shaved labia slow, kiss stubborn clit.
"Ah♥"
Gulp her juices like starving beast—more suck than lick, wring like water skin.
"Ah... haa... hngt...! Mm... aa, aaa..."
"Slurrrp. Smack smack... Pussy-lick good, huh?"
"A ugly fuck like you doing it—why'd it feel good!? ...Ah! Aang... hng!"
"Cute moans. Didn't hear last time."
"Shut up and fuck me already. ...Hngt♡"
Obvious fluster. Can't hide pleasure face. My skills ain't delusion. Leading from start injects bliss; her haughty pussy drips.
Denies it, but body don't lie. Craving dick now—thick labia majora puffs, gaping like clam. But just warming. Tongue-worn setup pays, but goal: win bet, erase creep stigma with mind-blowing pleasure. Only my dick and app for that.
Big boy... carry me.
Condom on dick, tap phone on table—activate Female Corruption Lv.1.
Female Corruption Lv.1 activated on BJ Seon-hwa.
Prep drags; she spreads greedy, strong pussy scent wafting, impatient.
"Haa... haa... Hey! How long you gonna tease? If you're doing it... hurry... up."
"Coming right up~"
Dick rigid, approach the torturously waiting bitch in heat.