Sex with Yoon Ha-rin
A secret messenger ping came in, and Han Dae-jin immediately replied with the hotel room number.
About thirty minutes later, someone knocked on the hotel room door. When he opened it, there stood Yoon Ha-rin, masked up.
The moment she saw Han Dae-jin, Yoon Ha-rin's body went rigid. He grabbed her by the hair and hurled her onto the bed.
"You fucking bastard..." Yoon Ha-rin glared at him, her body trembling with rage.
"I shelled out 700 for this, so the service better be worth it," Han Dae-jin said.
"You filthy piece of shit..." Yoon Ha-rin spat, hawking a glob of saliva.
"Strip."
No sooner had the words left his mouth than Yoon Ha-rin ground her teeth, glanced at her phone for a second, then started ripping off her clothes. Han Dae-jin stripped too.
Once they were both naked, he lunged at her, smothering her with kisses. She screamed and tried to shove him off, but he just groped her glamorous tits harder, refusing to let go.
Yoon Ha-rin finally managed to push him away. "Han Dae-jin. Think about this while you still can. I'll talk to the agency and get you a refund."
"Shut up and let's shower."
He cut her off and dragged her into the bathroom. He turned on the water, kissed her again as they got wet, and she reluctantly lathered him up with body wash, stroking his cock until it hardened.
Han Dae-jin shoved his fingers into her pussy, and she shrieked, her whole body shuddering.
After the shower, they hit the bed again. Yoon Ha-rin seemed to steel herself, taking his cock in her mouth and blowing him relentlessly until it was rock-hard. She glared up at him with burning eyes.
"Lemme eat that pussy."
She climbed on top, shoving her cunt in his face. He devoured it like a madman, making her buck and writhe.
Yoon Ha-rin shoved him flat, mounted him, impaled herself on his dick, and started grinding her hips wildly.
Han Dae-jin smacked her ass in rhythm, loving every second. But her eyes screamed murder, like she'd pull a knife from somewhere and end him any second.
After a few more smacks, she flopped onto the bed, spreading her legs and pussy wide to welcome him. He pounded away, and she sneered up at him.
"That all you got? Harder. Fuck me harder."
"You bitch, I'm gonna kill you tonight. You know I added unlimited shots to the service, right?"
At his words, a wave of despair hit Yoon Ha-rin. Three hours of taking this asshole's cock, getting ravaged nonstop...
His thrusts grew fiercer, and she started moaning, climbing toward climax.
"You're gonna give me a kid, you slut! Here it comes!"
Han Dae-jin came inside her, and she took every drop. Feeling his hot cum fill her up, she shed inexplicable tears.
When he pulled out, it leaked from her pussy. Over the next three hours, he creampied her four times, hell-bent on breaking her completely.
At the end, watching her wobble as she dressed and left, he felt a pang of pity.
"Hey."
He called out to Yoon Ha-rin.
"What."
"That your last gig?"
"Yeah."
"Then meet me at the McDonald's on Dosan-daero in about thirty minutes."
She nodded and staggered out of the room.
Yoon Ha-rin stumbled down the hotel hallway, tears streaming. She could still feel his cum leaking inside her.
A bit later, Han Dae-jin was at the Dosan-daero McDonald's, coffee ordered, waiting. Yoon Ha-rin parked in the alley across the street and slipped in through the McDonald's door.
He sat her down next to him, both staring out the window.
"Why'd you chase me all the way here?"
"Just curious."
"Not revenge?"
"That too."
"Did you hate me that much? Enough to fuck me over like this?"
"Maybe."
Yoon Ha-rin stole sips of his coffee as they talked. They eyed each other's reflections in the glass—his anxious gaze, her sorrowful one—ghostly figures passing in the dim night outside.
"You coming back?"
"Nah. Broke as fuck. Why you charge so damn much?"
"Influencer rates."
"World's one big irony."
They fell silent for a while. After a long pause, watching her steal his coffee, Han Dae-jin bought her a cheeseburger meal set. He ordered himself another Coke.
As Yoon Ha-rin wolfed down her late dinner, he realized she might be even more miserable than him.
She ate quietly, sniffling through tears.
After finishing the cheeseburger set, she turned to face him properly. He did the same.
"Not that it excuses anything, but my life's no cakewalk either. I wanted to go pro racer... but my dad blew all the money on gambling addiction. Gone. So from twenty, I roamed the streets. Turned into a car influencer."
"Didn't know that."
"What about you?"
"Dunno. Mental shit since kid days. Mom never bought me cars or toys—had to throw fits for a few toy cars. There's racing trophies at home, but no clue why."
Yoon Ha-rin let out a soft sigh. "Maybe she's hiding something from you."
"Could be."
"Anyway, what's this mental stuff?"
"ADHD, Asperger's, autism, they say. No idea why."
"That's rough. Can't help you there, though. Next time we meet, I won't just rear-end you—I'll shove your whole car sideways."
Han Dae-jin cracked a faint smile. "Bring it."
"Autocross. You drove better than I thought."
"Thanks?"
"How was I?"
"You killed it... but that ego's a bit much, no?"
She flashed back to her tire warm-ups, the steel-core blowout, her towed car. "Yeah."
She stood first. Han Dae-jin followed her out.
"See you next time. Not as a john—hopefully as friends."
He burst out laughing. "Friends? From the chick who wants to slam my ride?"
Yoon Ha-rin cackled too. She vanished first, and he fired up his Avante N parked in the alley.
A few days later, during Kim Ji-hyun's lesson, he spilled the Yoon Ha-rin tale. She howled with laughter.
"You crazy fucking psycho. 700 for three hours with her? Shit, then I should charge three bill for an hour."
Han Dae-jin cracked up maniacally. "You offering?"
"Fuck no, dumbass. Who'd fuck a 40s auntie?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Clears 1-3 way better now. Four, braking! Nice. Down to second!"
Kim Ji-hyun jumped right back into coaching.
Lesson over, they headed to the nearby Dosan McDonald's. Han Dae-jin spotted Yoon Ha-rin emerging from dinner. She froze, eyed him and Kim Ji-hyun, then slipped away into the Dosan-daero alley without a glance.
They ignored it, ordered coffee and cheeseburgers, and sat.
"That was Yoon Ha-rin, right?"
"Yeah."
"Slutty bitch. Heard VVIP office girls do it from the juniors, but her too? Easy money."
Kim Ji-hyun clucked her tongue.
"Guess so."
"Ugh, you fucking idiot blew cash on that whore..."
She smacked his head with her palm. The food arrived; he fetched it, and they split it.