I'll Give You a Chance to Make It Up
"You're not taking it?"
I was trying to pay her the reward I'd promised, but she just wouldn't take it. All she did was stare blankly at the bills in my hand.
"O-oh, fifty thousand won?"
"Yes. Fifty thousand won. The largest denomination in our currency — is this really the first time you've ever seen one?"
"...D-do you think I'm asking because I don't know what it is?"
"?"
All I'd done was keep my promise. But now she was spouting some incomprehensible nonsense, and all I could do was tilt my head.
Why is she acting like this?
It wasn't as if I'd refused to give her a reward or anything...
She wasn't joking around, either. She genuinely didn't understand.
"B-being rewarded like this, it's... it's like... l-like I'm selling my body for it... isn't it...?"
"Ah."
Listening to my sister-in-law stammer and hedge her way through every last thing she had to say, something clicked, and I lightly rapped my fist against my palm.
"So in a word — you felt ashamed."
"......"
"But the fact remains that we shared a relationship that was exactly what you're imagining, doesn't it?"
"Th-th-th-that may be, but..."
"Hmmm. No matter how I think about it, I don't see a single problem here. I wonder why you're being so touchy about it."
We'd fucked shamelessly for hours in the very bed she used with her husband. I'd blown my load down her throat until my balls were wrung completely empty. Every line that could be crossed had been crossed, and thoroughly. And now she wanted to feel shame over something like this? It was laughable.
She doesn't understand the value of money.
She could dig in the ground for a hundred days and she wouldn't find so much as a single thousand-won bill, let alone fifty thousand. Besides, she never left the house except to scroll her social media or step outside for a moment, so of course she had no idea how precious money was...
Not that I'd complain if she refused.
Did she have any idea how much fifty thousand won could buy? Five hearty bowls of gukbap, or a good thirty-eight bottles of soju. And if she were the drinking type, it'd easily cover a decent beginner's bottle of whiskey.
Whoosh!
I snatched the fifty-thousand-won bill right back.
If she wasn't going to take it, there was no need to keep holding it out and making my arm sore.
"If you don't want it, fine. Most people snatch money the second it's offered as a gift — someone refusing even when it's a promised reward is a first for me."
"...Ah."
The instant I moved to slip the bill back into my wallet, her flustered voice rang out. I paused, wallet in hand, and looked up at her — her pupils were trembling, and she couldn't tear her eyes away from the money in my hand.
Swooosh.
And then she extended her hand.
As if asking me to give her back the very bill I'd been about to pocket.
Pfft.
The moment I caught her meaning, an inner snicker escaped me. But I played dumb on purpose, tilting my head with an innocent look.
"What is it?"
"G-give that back, please..."
Just as I'd expected — she pointed at the fifty-thousand-won bill I'd been about to put away and demanded I return it to her. I dangled the money in front of her, letting it flutter tauntingly from my fingers.
"I thought you didn't want it?"
"I n-never said I didn't want it! It's just, the w-way you were offering it...? That made me feel strangely weird, that's all... So hurry up and give it to me...!"
"Hmm."
Well, that makes more sense. It would be stranger if she didn't take it, wouldn't it?
Her pride had been scratched raw and she'd drowned in humiliation to give me her body like that. Walking away with nothing at all to show for it simply didn't add up.
"Well, all right. Since you've decided to accept it, here you go."
"......"
"Don't waste it. Spend it carefully. After all, this is a reward you earned by sobbing and trembling with my cock stuffed all the way down your throat."
"...!"
Oh-ho. That cheap little jab seems to have stung her into a flicker of anger.
"I-I'll decide how I spend my own money, thank you. You w-worry about yourself...!"
"Yes, yes, ma'am."
"And s-stop using that condescending tone! J-just because I gave you my body doesn't mean you should get s-so full of yourself...!"
"Yes, yeees."
"......"
I answered her with half an ear, a perfunctory hum. Judging by her glare, my double-layered hit had landed nice and clean. She was glaring at me all right — but it wasn't the contemptuous look from before.
Even with that attitude, she knew full well which of us held the upper hand.
The disciplinary action worked like a charm.
The effect was dead-on...!
When words fail, the club does the talking. As they say.
It was a moment when I felt freshly proud of my trusty partner in crime.
"A-aren't you giving it to me?"
"Oh — my apologies. I got lost in thought for a moment there..."
Snatch!
The second I extended my hand, she snatched it away with lightning speed.
Her unexpected hand speed left me a little stunned.
Good grief.
Amazing, just amazing. Apparently she's remarkably diligent when it comes to collecting her own cut.
"Hmm."
"Wh-why are you staring at me like that?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all."
I'd been watching her hand as she clutched the money. Remembering how fast she'd grabbed it, an idle thought crossed my mind...
If she gave a handjob at that speed, how good would that feel?
Even I couldn't hold out long against a handjob at that pace. I'd blow in no time...
A shiver of electric anticipation ran through my whole body at the mere thought, and I swallowed hard.
Oh, right...!
Every service has a fair price attached, as a rule. It seemed I'd forgotten to explain just why her reward had been set at fifty thousand won...
"Ah, right. I forgot to explain why your so-called reward came to exactly fifty thousand won."
"...I was wondering about that too, actually. You treated me so brutally — why is the reward only that much?"
"The reason's simple. It's because you didn't put in any effort."
**
"E-effort?"
"Yes."
I nodded with a perfectly blank expression.
"Do you remember how you kept making it obvious you hated every second, whining the whole time?"
"......I-I don't remember."
Good grief. What do you mean, you don't remember?
She was averting her eyes with all her might.
"You certainly tried to move on your own, I'll grant you that. But you were so dull and frustratingly listless about it... In the end, I had no choice but to do the hip work myself, you see..."
"N-no, that, that was..."
"And you came, didn't you?"
"!"
"And you warmed my feet up so very nicely while you were at it—"
"S-s-s-stop it!! I'm b-begging you, please stop b-bringing that up...!"
"What... You're the one who said you were curious about it..."
"Th-that part's fine! So please, just—"
"Yes, yes."
I'd meant to praise her, too — the way she'd secretly used her tongue and lips to make it pleasant, and how she'd swallowed every last drop of my load without wasting a single drop.
Tsk. What a shame.
And there went my chance to sneak in a little extra humiliation while I was at it...
"Well anyway, back to the original topic. That, in short, is why the reward allotted to you was of that caliber."
"......"
Listening to my explanation, she looked down at the fifty-thousand-won bill clutched in her hand. Then she fell into a brief reverie, and a long silence followed.
A moment later, she looked up at me with an expression that suggested she'd sorted something out in her head...
Her lips parted hesitantly, as if she had something she wanted to say.
"Th-then..."
"Yes, go ahead."
"Umm... i-if I work hard and put in effort. Will you g-give me more...?"
Well, well. I'd been wondering what she'd say...
I never imagined I'd hear her ask that question with her own mouth before I even had the chance to bring it up.
Money really does talk, huh?
There's no one alive who hates money. And with her household currently earning nothing, she was practically penniless — all the more reason she'd feel that way.
Aside from that, it seems she properly caught what I was hinting at, too.
The meager reward she'd received was a direct consequence of her half-hearted attitude and lack of effort.
She'd put her finger squarely on that point.
Which meant she'd now come to believe that if she tried harder and pleased me, she could earn a far better reward.
And right now, she was asking a question she herself considered utterly lowbrow and beneath her dignity.
Not bad.
That once-impenetrable wall of hers had all but crumbled — this was more than enough.
I settled down beside her, draping my arm around her shoulders as naturally as if we were old buddies.
Even with our bodies touching, there was no resistance.
She flinched, sure, but only for an instant.
And I could see it, plain as day — the hesitation.
"You're stating the obvious. Just as a performance bonus gets paid out based on results — if you prove results, effort, and value worth paying for, of course you'll receive a reward to match."
"......"
"I've told you this before, haven't I? That I'd reward you properly. For a job well done."
"...Ah."
A small sigh escaped her as she bowed her head.
She'd roughly organized things in her mind, but with reality staring her in the face, her feelings were no doubt tangled up in every way.
But really — what was there to agonize over?
The road didn't fork into two. There was only one path.
Knead, knead♥
Using the hand I had draped over her, I openly kneaded her breast and whispered into her ear like a temptation.
"Haaah..."
"If you still don't trust me... why not put it to the test?"
"Hnn... a t-test...?"
"Yes."
She accepted my touch without resisting. Still, embarrassment clearly lingered — her cheeks flushed pink and her shoulders hunched ever so slightly.
Ahh, how could one person radiate both lewdness and cuteness at the same time?
She really did have it all. All of it.
"Hmmm. In short, it'd be a do-over — one more round, to make up for it. Right?"
"......W-with my mouth again?"
"That's up to you, isn't it?"
I puffed up my chest, leaving the choice entirely to her. Partly because I was curious what attitude or reaction she'd show...
Though honestly, I'd rather pass on another round of her mouth.
Two rounds in a row from those still-clumsy lips would be a bit much...
Her pussy would be far better...
"So what'll it be? He's out interviewing for jobs anyway, so it's just the two of us in the house right now."
I made a sly little point of emphasizing that no one else was around.
Well, because I wanted another round myself...!
"......"
Urged on by my prodding — come on, answer — my sister-in-law wavered, visibly torn.
Then at last, with her head still slightly bowed, the lips she'd kept pressed shut began to slowly part...