First Money Flex — Arrogant SNS Star Model Song Na-young
"Here. The one billion you ordered."
In front of a low-slung sports car with its hood popped open, I laid out the money cases like a street vendor setting up shop. As promised, the deal was going down in Song Na-young's deserted underground parking garage.
The cash was leftover from when I'd gone after Se-ah noona — bills I'd been too lazy to dispose of and had just left sitting around. I never imagined they'd come in this handy.
Ugh… my neck is killing me.
The day I'd finally get to fuck her had arrived, but my condition was garbage. Resetting the whole board had cost me a night of sleep. I yawned, stretched the light fatigue out of my shoulders — and Song Na-young came strutting over with her arms crossed, stopping at a carefully measured distance.
"Your name was Junhyuk, right?"
"We're not going to be seeing each other long enough for you to bother memorizing it. Call me a rich sucker or a pervert — either works."
"Fine. The title doesn't matter. There's one more condition, though."
"…What now?"
Those endless goddamn conditions. I stood there quietly, waiting to hear what fresh nonsense she was about to pull, and she closed the gap a little further. The dress she was wearing — the kind only a model could pull off, cut to shove her chest together in a loud, deliberate display — stood out. Arms still crossed, she looked at me with that same arrogant stare as before.
"When we have sex, everything proceeds under my lead."
"Excuse me? I'm paying to fuck you once and I don't even get to do it my way?"
She jabbed a finger right in my face, like she was pointing out a crime.
"It's that vulgar mouth of yours. Thinking about it, you seem like the type who gets worked up and goes off the rails. I won't accept this without that condition. And just so you know — my place has an emergency dial. I'd advise against trying anything stupid."
"…Hahaha."
Complaint after complaint, lined up in a neat little row. Dealing with this woman always put the same look on my face — a blank, incredulous half-laugh. She'd spent the last few days lost in that useless little fantasy of hers. She really did have a talent for picking the most pointless shit to do.
"For fuck's sake… just take this."
With a sigh, I bent down, pulled a single bundle from the open money case on the floor, and tossed it to her.
"Money?"
A hundred fifty-thousand-won bills. I threw it in a clean arc so she could catch it easily. She turned the bundle over in her hands like cash wasn't anything special, riffled through it with practiced ease, then waved it at me with a cocky little smile.
"What, you want me to check if it's real? Well, I do like the caution, but once we go upstairs I'll go through it properly and then—"
"No. You dragged that heavy ass all the way out here, so consider it cab fare."
"What?"
Click. Whoosh—!
I pulled a lighter from my pocket and tossed it casually into the money case. I'd already doused the bills in kerosene, so the neatly stacked cash went up in a clean, roaring blaze.
"Wh-what the hell are you—?!"
"Right, better light the other cases too."
"Wh-wh-wh-what are you doing?! Wait— Kyaaaaaaah!"
Whoooosh—!
I chucked another lighter into the next case and it caught properly. As a bonus, that goddamn lethal expression of Song Na-young's finally cracked. Horror flooded her entire face — and, thoroughly entertained, I burned the last case with the remaining four hundred million as well.
Three hundred million. Three hundred million. Four hundred million. One billion total.
The full billion that was supposed to change hands was about to turn to ash in an underground parking garage, and Song Na-young's soul left her body. She dropped the bundle I'd thrown her, scrambled out like a mongrel that had just watched its own money go up in flames, and paced in frantic circles, mourning every bill.
She flailed, tried to stop it — completely useless.
"Don't touch it. I soaked it in oil. Grab it and you might go up with it."
"Wh-what are you doing?! Th-th-the money— one billion?! Why the hell are you burning that much money all of a sudden?!"
"Hmm… well. Thinking about it, it just pissed me off."
"What?!"
In no particular hurry, I finished my stretch. Then I smiled brightly and answered her with perfect courtesy.
"Even if I don't know the going rate, one billion to fuck a woman once is ridiculous. Rather than hand money over to some clueless bitch who doesn't know her place, I decided to burn it clean."
"……………Are you insane?"
"A little."
Shhhhhhhhhh—!
The heat rising from the money cases tripped the basement sprinklers. It felt good — like a long-overdue summer rain. Burning bills, parked cars, the SNS star, and me: everything got soaked without discrimination.
"Man, that hits the spot~"
"……."
"I should thank you, actually. First time I've ever burned real money — more fun than I expected. If you've got a billion lying around, you should try it too."
I laughed under the water pouring from above, kicking half-burned scraps of cash around like a dog gone wild in the rain. Song Na-young, on the other hand, was trembling. She tried to hide it, but the tips of her fingers were shaking. Even so, that stubborn light in her eyes refused to break.
"I-I'm leaving… You think I'd give a damn about money just because you burned it?! You crazy bastard…… I'll make you pay for wasting my time! The second I get home, I'm calling my lawyer about sexual harassment!"
"Don't leave. Call him right now."
"What?!"
Shhhhhh… drip.
The noisy sprinklers cut out almost as fast as they'd started. Like the soaked bills, the two of us staring each other down looked like a pair of wet dogs. I slicked my dripping hair straight back and grinned.
"Call that lawyer of yours. Right now."
"Why the hell would I listen to a psycho…? Fuck off, go home, and wait for the lawsuit—"
"Ah! So you did have something to lean on. Park & Dan Law Firm behind you — that's why you were so full of yourself, huh?"
The moment I named the firm, Song Na-young's face gave her away.
"Park & Dan… sure, it's the biggest firm in the country. But let's play a little more global. Ever heard of America Elite?"
"………What's that?"
"Killer body, shame about the empty head… If you don't know, call them right now. It's the information age. Don't wait until you're grabbing at someone's pant leg — find out now. It'll be better for your health."
"……."
Her pupils shook hard. Song Na-young hesitated. She wanted to hold onto her pride, but she could tell I knew something — and under the ruined makeup and the wet waves of her hair dripping steadily, her hand clenched tight around her phone.
Of course she hesitated. I'd just burned a billion won. Anyone could see that a man crazy enough to torch a fortune that size was capable of something worse — even a dumb bitch could figure that much out.
"…Hello?"
In the end, Song Na-young made the call. She carefully covered her mouth with a wet hand and spoke calmly to her assigned lawyer. But from the very first second, the panicked shouting turned up to full volume carried all the way over to me.
"N-Na-young, listen to me carefully! I've already received an international call — I know the situation!"
"What…?"
The sound of her hurriedly adjusting the receiver.
"I don't know who you've gotten involved with, but settle. Unconditionally! When they name their terms — as long as it doesn't cost you your life — accept everything!"
"Wh-what are you talking about?! I'm the one who was—"
"This is not the time for that kind of leisurely talk! The other party is America Elite!"
"So what the hell is that?!"
Frustration and dread tangled together as she cried out — a last, breaking scream. I whistled, nice and slow. Credit where it was due: for a top-tier domestic lawyer, the calculation and the spin were fast. I could hear him swallow on the other end of the line.
"They're an enormous global firm. Unfortunately, compared to us… the scale isn't even comparable. In truth, they're a law firm in name only — a group that will do anything as long as the astronomical retainer is met. And for that reason, they never disappoint a client. …Whoever retained them will use every means available to make your life hell, Na-young. Probably for the rest of it."
"……."
"That said, they've indicated that if you simply follow my advice, they may show leniency — so a settlement is still possible. You understand? Somehow, you need to get through this smoothly…… Na-young? Na-young?!?"
Song Na-young dropped her phone. Only now did the situation fully register — she looked up at me with a face drained by pure terror.
"You… you…… what the hell are you?"
"Hmm… I've given you quite a few hints already."
I playfully kicked at the puddles forming on the garage floor.
"Doesn't it seem strange? We lit a fire in an underground parking garage and nobody reported it."
"……!"
"We even set off the sprinklers with arson, and still no one came. Car owners should at least be worried — but there's nobody. Doesn't that seem really strange?"
Once I spoon-fed it to her, she finally sensed the wrongness and whipped her head around. For all the chaos we'd caused, the basement held nothing but quietly parked cars. Not even the security that should have been obligated to respond had shown up. In that generous, empty silence, only a cold draft moved. Look closely and even the CCTV power was completely shut off.
"If I've got enough money to buy a dumb bitch's one night for a billion, did you never think I might be the kind of guy who can use every means imaginable?"
"……."
She scratched. Song Na-young clawed at her arms hard enough to leave marks, goosebumps rising as if something had crawled over her skin.
I grinned.
"It's still early to be this scared. While I'm at it, I was thinking of fixing up one of those SNS accounts."
"!!!"
"I'm sick of watching some pretentious bitch strut around, so I figured I'd just erase her from society. Borrow that lawyer service she loves so much and delete the account right now—"
"You can't do that!"
"Hm?"
"You can't… anything but that…… please."
The moment real discipline entered the picture, Song Na-young finally discovered honorifics. She scrambled desperately. As she turned obedient at breakneck speed, I strolled forward at my leisure, smiling ear to ear.
Squeeze♥
"Nngh…!"
I openly groped her tits however I pleased, and she didn't resist at all. No more screeching about sexual harassment, molestation, settlement money. She simply folded her hands. Having felt the gap in a single blow from the lawyer she'd trusted so much, she brought both hands demurely in front of her like a blushing bride.
"I'll let you…"
"Hm?"
"I'll let you have sex… so you don't need the money. Please just spare me. I'm sorry. I don't know who you are or where you're from, but I was out of line — I'm truly sorry…."
"Hey. Where'd all that swagger go? It was pretty entertaining."
"……I'm sorry. I sincerely apologize. Please show mercy."
"Bully the weak, cower before the strong, huh? Dropping your tail that fast actually makes you look a little cute."
"……."
Lick♥
I stuck my tongue out long and dragged it across her cheek. She stayed still. Yeah — I liked that. A girl with spirit was fine, but a female was at her best when she was obedient. Looking at Song Na-young, broken in by the very money she'd been so obsessed with, was a pleasure for the eyes.
"Alright. Play by my rules and I'll let it go."
"Your… rules……?"
"I've been dancing to your tune this whole time. From now on, we do it my way."
I reached back into my rear pocket and handed her the first gift.
"Put this on first, and then we start."
A collar.
The item I pulled out was a brand-new pink leather collar, still in its packaging. Song Na-young understood exactly what it meant. She chewed her lip and hung her head like a stalk of overripe grain.
I'm generally gentle with most women. So when the first one appeared who wasn't a "woman" at all — just a bitch I could handle however I wanted — I was extremely pleased.
"Oh! You really do live in a nice place."
"……."
We'd reached a verbal agreement in the underground garage. Song Na-young had put on the pink collar of her own free will, handed me the end of the leash, and quietly led me up into her apartment.
"There we go."
"Ugh…."
I sprawled however I liked on her carefully arranged sofa, still dripping wet, and she squeezed her eyes shut. But she was just as soaked, and with her spirit completely broken, there was nothing left for her to do but wear that miserable look on her face. At the end of the slack collar, the dark ink of her terrified eyes rolled left and right.
"What else do you want from me now…?"
"Hmm… what do I want?"
"Kh—!"
I crudely groped my cock through my pants with my left hand, and Song Na-young averted her eyes like it was filthy. Enjoying that reaction to the fullest, I undid my belt and dropped my pants in one clean motion. The underwear came down with them. Still not even hard, I presented my dick and gave the order.
"Suck it already, you fucking bitch."