Yoon Ha-rin's Sexual Tribute
"You don't really need to be so hung up on YouTube, that's true. You write well. Didn't you say you wrote a novel? What about web novels?"
Kim Ji-hyun said this to Han Dae-jin over coffee after their lecture ended.
"Web novels?"
"Yeah. That whole affair bullshit and alpha male cosplay thing—if you turn that into a web novel, it'd fit perfectly."
Han Dae-jin burst out laughing at Kim Ji-hyun's words. Yeah, it wasn't something he hadn't considered. A medium without Yoon Ha-rin's influence might even be better for him. But the problem was, web novels were already flooded with way more intense stuff like affairs.
"If you keep letting that cunt run wild, she'll block every ad avenue, whether it's YouTube or whatever."
Han Dae-jin said.
"Why do you have to make a living off that?"
Kim Ji-hyun asked.
"Well, because I'm active as a creator..."
"Do you have to? Like I said earlier, YouTube isn't the only answer."
"Even so, my pride won't let me."
Kim Ji-hyun smirked at Han Dae-jin's words.
"You've got fight in you. What do you want me to do? Send a formal notice? But without solid evidence, making a fuss could backfire on you."
Han Dae-jin pondered her words for a moment.
"I'll think about this slowly later. Thanks for the idea."
"Sometimes admitting reality isn't so bad. I'll walk you to the parking lot."
With that, Kim Ji-hyun led Han Dae-jin to the elevator.
The two descended to the underground parking garage. Kim Ji-hyun watched until Han Dae-jin drove off before heading back up.
After finishing someone else's lecture and getting home at dawn, Kim Ji-hyun mulled over Han Dae-jin's words. He really was suffering damage, but there seemed no way to prove it. What should she do?
Kim Ji-hyun agonized briefly, stopping at a convenience store on the way home to sip coffee while thinking.
"Have I gotten in too deep with that kid...?"
She muttered, pulling out a cigarette and lighting up.
"No. Without me, that kid would just..."
She trailed off, got back in her car, and headed home.
A few days later, in the evening. Yoon Ha-rin was heading to drinks with the president of the engine additive company that had sponsored her before.
He'd sent a car, and as she settled into the luxurious German interior, she was quietly impressed.
She arrived at a mansion in Unjung. Entering, Yoon Ha-rin sat at the drinking setup in the first-floor dining room.
The additive company president didn't show until thirty minutes after she arrived.
Yoon Ha-rin shared whiskey with him and chatted.
"If I could get your sponsorship, I'd use your company's oil at races too..."
The president naturally agreed that she should.
But Yoon Ha-rin felt an odd discomfort.
"Great, perfect. Having someone like you as a racing partner would boost our promo. But you know, Ha-rin, you look so lonely... and alluring."
At the additive company president's words, Yoon Ha-rin started feeling a flush of embarrassment deep inside. What the hell? No way?
The president soon sidled up to her, groping her breasts while pouring her more booze.
Yoon Ha-rin blushed and bowed her head.
"President..."
"It's fine. Between us..."
"I... um..."
Before Yoon Ha-rin could speak, the president shoved his hand inside her shirt and groped relentlessly.
She hesitated. Should she slap the bastard? Play along?
Just then, her bank balance flashed in her mind. Without something today, she'd be bankrupt next month, unable to cover expenses.
Yoon Ha-rin thought it over, then stripped off her shirt, bra, skirt, and panties, throwing herself into the president's arms.
He eagerly shoved fingers into her pussy.
Yoon Ha-rin let out a soft moan, parting her legs slightly.
"Ha-rin... shaving your pubes makes you look so sexy..."
The president spouted lewd lines at her. Yoon Ha-rin surrendered her body completely.
"President... shall we head upstairs for some real fun?"
With a tipsy voice, she led him to the bedroom.
As soon as they entered, the president stripped and lunged; she kissed him while he jammed two fingers into her pussy.
Even in that moment, her body reacted first—twitching, hips and ass bucking.
Soon, Yoon Ha-rin pushed him onto the bed and started sucking his cock. She aimed to get him hard fast and end this nightmare quick.
Once it stiffened, she mounted him, sliding his dick into her shaved pussy and grinding her hips.
Her large breasts jiggled, soon captured in his grasp.
She rocked violently, praying he'd cum this round.
But it failed. He flipped her over and pounded from above.
Yoon Ha-rin spread her legs, taking his cock with fierce moans.
"Ah... ah..."
"How about it, Ha-rin? Wanna live with me?"
"Ah... President..."
"I'm gonna cum inside..."
His words left her confused—what to say? Pull out! Please! What?
"Cum inside... inside... give me a baby..."
The moment she said it, he unloaded inside her.
Relief washed over Yoon Ha-rin; she kissed him, tears secretly flowing. But soon, he started getting hard again.
She was horrified but had no choice but to accept.
The next day. On the ride back in his car, Yoon Ha-rin stared blankly at the nearly 100 million won wired to her account under "production fees," sighing deeply.
Is this all my worth? All my precious things amount to this?
But she'd already crossed the line.
Back home, she blocked DMs with dick pics from creepy malicious fans, but eyed the sponsor offers carefully.
How many were legit? How much could she make with them?
Yoon Ha-rin messaged one sponsor proposal.
Yoon Ha-rin hesitated. But after becoming the president's 100-million-won sex slave, this didn't seem so bad. Twenty sessions make another 100 million, right?
"What do I need to do to start?"
Yoon Ha-rin set up a meeting, finally collapsing into bed. Dori curled up beside her to sleep.
At the same time, Han Dae-jin was messing with various AI programs while outlining a web novel for the first time in ages. He never let AI touch the actual writing, but from some point on, he used it for analysis and pre-production—a classic case.
AI analysis said affair-themed novels would hit big, so he fleshed out the setup. Starting from a nerdy newbie office worker with a 30cm dick, and so on... ideas kept popping, AIs responding.
After basics, he dove into writing. The rare act brought fierce focus.
He finished the opener and showed Kim Ji-hyun.
Han Dae-jin chuckled, noting the feedback. Per her advice, he changed it to an African exchange student in electronics engineering joining a semiconductor firm.
Writing about female employees going mad for the black guy's cock got him so horny he was losing it.
Mid-writing, a text from his mid-sized company exec friend.
Han Dae-jin couldn't believe his ears. His friend sent the spot's details.
Price... whoa, 7 million for one night? Is she insane?
Anyway, Han Dae-jin started chatting with the place via messenger.