Reality Arc 3: The Gullible Client's Demise
Speaking frankly, I thought it was all a joke until midway through. That is, until he asked for the advance payment and I actually sent the money. Well, considering I run a fairly sizable OnlyFans account myself, I couldn't exactly ignore it after taking the cash. But to think there's actually a guy in this world who'd shell out that much for a single handjob—it's unbelievable. Or more accurately, I don't want to believe it. If this dude's some absurdly rich bastard who can toss around sums like that without batting an eye, then what the hell have all my bone-grinding hours been for, scraping together a couple hundred bucks at a time?
"The rich are all the same, no matter the world."
Seolwol said. The two of us were now in a club a bit removed from the bustling downtown area. Her youthful figure got us stopped at the entrance, but a wad of cash smoothed that over nicely.
"Believing money can buy anything."
Seolwol added, sipping soda from her glass. And honestly, it pretty much can. The reason she doesn't buy that is because she came from a world where things like justice and altruism actually held sway. Kinda funny, in a way. Even a girl like her has been defiled and corrupted, now following the most materialistic bastard around.
"I actually prefer worlds like this. They're straightforward. Just make money, and you're set."
Maybe it was the booze, but some uncharacteristically sentimental words slipped out.
"If it's the world the Collector desires, then I'll pursue the same."
Seolwol turned to me with a soft smile. She was dressed in a hoodie and jeans—hastily thrown on since nothing else fit her properly. Which meant she was naked underneath the hoodie. No panties down below either. Our place doesn't stock ladylike stuff like women's underwear anyway. We've got nipple patches and C-strings, sure. So even in these baggy clothes that hid her sexy, stunning looks and figure, her subtle allure still drew scattered glances from everyone around, overwhelming them effortlessly. I planned to start a new OnlyFans account soon and post her pics. She'd be as popular as Anna, if not more. Anna had that natural beauty vibe, but Seolwol looked like the embodiment of a pervert's wildest fantasies—a lump of pure sex appeal. For guys into that, she'd be perfection.
Splitting into two accounts would boost revenue, but double the workload too. I started this gig for the cash at first, but launching Seolwol's separate account had a different motive now. I love depravity. Watching someone who'd never do it give in is pure thrill. In their original stories, Anna and Seolwol were pure, noble heroines untouched by the world's filth. Steadfast in their beliefs, rejecting anything they deemed wrong. They wouldn't kneel to twisted ideologies or evil aims—not even if it cost their lives. They'd fight evil to the end. Seeing them—girls who'd normally despise a sleaze like me—break their pride, abandon their convictions, spread their legs, and beg... it's insanely hot. That's why I'm using Seolwol for profit too. Money's always secondary. The truth about human hearts lies in what that money represents.
"Looks like he's here."
While I was lost in thought, Seolwol spoke up. Glancing over, I spotted a familiar face in the distance—a girl with striking red hair. Anna. Like Seolwol, she was bundled in a thick puffer jacket and jeans, mostly concealing her curves. But she was so beautiful that passing guys couldn't help stealing dazed glances. The jacket failed to hide her massive tits and thick hips, actually fueling fantasies even more than if she'd been scantily clad. Though whatever they imagined would pale next to reality. Anna was wearing a string bikini underneath.
Then a guy approached her. Blonde foreigner, kinda sleazy vibe. If it was who I thought, he looked way younger than expected—early to mid-20s at most.
The blond guy sat beside her, flashing a smooth smile and chatting her up. It came off a bit oily to another dude, but from a girl's perspective, it probably worked. He didn't scream "desperate loser paying top dollar for a handjob." More like he could get laid anytime he wanted.
Maybe he wasn't the Telegram guy after all. Just hitting on a hot girl. But their conversation dragged on. I'd told her to shut down anyone who wasn't the client. So this must be him.
Hmm. Still looked shady as hell.
"That's gotta be the guy who wanted to buy Anna."
"How can you tell?"
Curious at Seolwol's certainty, I asked.
"From their conversation. He's introducing himself in broken Korean, mentioning OnlyFans and Telegram."
"You can hear that from here?"
"Not clearly, but I can read lips. He mixed in unfamiliar words—probably Russian."
Oh right, she was a professionally trained agent.
"Businessman?"
"No. He says he's a college student studying abroad. Anna questioned it, but he claimed it was his dad's card."
Ah, so a horny rich kid. Makes sense for the poor money sense. At that age, probably never earned a dime himself—just blowing daddy's allowance. Win-win for everyone. Parents rich enough to give that as pocket money won't miss it, I get paid, and...
"...He spiked her drink."
Seolwol said amid my musings. Her eyes sharpened instantly.
"Spiked?"
"He lowered the glass slightly and dumped powder from a white packet in his pocket. Smooth hands—definitely not his first time."
"You sure?"
"Yes."
Oh boy.
"Not just ecstasy or something?"
Seolwol glanced at me, pondering if she should play along. Felt embarrassing.
"Just spitballing."
"Understood. What now?"
"Hold tight. Let's watch a bit more. We don't know exactly what it is yet."
Not ecstasy for sure, but maybe some over-the-counter aphrodisiac. Technically a deal-breaker, but he wants to have fun, right?
Anna, not as sharp as Seolwol, chugged the drink the blond offered. Soon after, her face went dazed as she clutched her forehead—drug kicking in. The guy smirked slyly, patted her cheek like he was worried, confirmed the effect, and helped her up.
"Follow them."
Seolwol and I tailed the blond as he led Anna out of the club. He headed straight to a nearby motel, steps purposeful—like it was all premeditated.
"No denying it now."
I said after slipping into the motel lobby behind him. I scanned the room, spotted the ceiling CCTV, and asked the clerk:
"That work?"
Pointing, the part-timer nodded.
"Why?"
"Nah, just curious."
I paid for a room—didn't want suspicion. Money was rotting away anyway, and if things went as planned, it'd pile up even more.
His elevator stopped at the fourth floor, so we went up too. Right as we arrived, we saw him enter room 403. Barging in immediately would've let him squirm out with some lame "I was just helping, she looked off" excuse. So I waited for the perfect moment.
Then—crash! A loud thud from inside. I exchanged a look with Seolwol and burst in.
"Huh."
"Ah."
The scene inside was unexpected. Far from being assaulted, Anna had slammed the blond to the floor and pinned him.
"You... didn't notice the drug making you woozy?"
"Huh? Oh... was that haze from the drug?"
Anna looked genuinely puzzled, oblivious. Her flushed face and ragged breathing confirmed the drug's effect, though.
"H-Hey! Help! This crazy bitch just threw me down!"
The pinned blond pleaded up at me, brazenly lying without missing a beat. Tough customer.
"Lies. He yanked off his pants and tried to jump me right away. That's breaking the terms."
"I-I was just hot, and she looked hot too, so I figured we'd both strip!"
"Save it. I get the picture."
Too clichéd to bother hearing out. Only one play now. Perfect chance to test the new perk.
Soul Capture
"Alright, look here."
I pressed my index fingers and thumbs together into a rectangle.
"What?"
"Snap. Click."
I thrust it at his face and snapped it shut.
"Aaahn♥"
A raw moan echoed through room 403. Then slap-slap-slap. The blond thrashed his hips wildly into empty air.
"Master's cock... feels even better than usual...♥"
"That good, huh? You... slutty bitch...!"
The blond grinned crookedly, drunk on triumph. In his vision, a red-haired beauty writhed impaled on his dick. Hallucination, courtesy of Soul Capture's Confusion status. He was fucking thin air, convinced it was real sex. My cock was actually buried in Anna's pussy.
She'd endured a rough encounter on a job for me, so this was consolation prize—a good fuck.
"Compared to mine, how's his dick?"
Anna glanced at the blond's crotch and snickered.
"That shriveled, unpeeled twig? Gotta be the worst... especially next to Master's cock♥"
She eyed it with pure disgust. Wonder what reaction he'd have seeing that, mid-fantasy ravishment. I could drop the illusion anytime, but later.
"Haaahn♥"
I resumed thrusting, and she instantly shed her mocking sneer, reverting to fawning bitch-in-heat mode, moaning desperately.
"That good?"
The blond, still humping air triumphantly, chuckled.
Enjoying it, are we?