First Time for 1.5 Million Won
I blocked the messages one by one from all the idiots spewing nonsense, barely suppressing the rage bubbling up inside me.
Most of them were just trash—leering at my body or trying to haggle down to some ridiculous lowball price. It was enough to make my head spin.
While I mechanically tapped the block button on these pointless messages, finally, a reply popped up that seemed to have a real purpose.
I fired off a firm reply and was about to hit block without a second thought when the guy started spamming messages in a panic.
"150? Yeah, that's more like it."
Only after his question hit did the practical issue of picking a spot slam into me.
I stared blankly at my phone screen for ages, lost in thought about where the hell to meet.
Then, a name flashed in my mind—a dingy motel tucked away in a back alley near my place.
I hesitated, then roughly typed the name into the screen and hit send.
With that short reply, my first paid hookup deal was lamely sealed.
Fuck... Am I really gonna sell my body for mana and cash?
Once the appointment was set, my heart pounded like crazy, and my hands and feet went ice-cold.
I frantically deleted the entire ad post, worried some other pervs might message.
I slipped into the clothes I'd bought from the clothing store and headed to the motel.
Time was already pointing to 5:50 PM.
Still some buffer before 6, so I tried to calm my nerves.
Leaning against a bench, head down, I fiddled with my phone, killing time endlessly.
"Um... excuse me... are you... the one? For 150?"
A timid voice called out, jolting me upright.
The guy standing in front of me was a textbook otaku—obese pig straight out of a basement anime binge.
His greasy hair, sweat-soaked stretched tee, and massive protruding gut triggered instant disgust.
"Ah... uh... yeah..."
"Whoa... fuck... at this level for 150... virgin jackpot? Quick... uh... account... Lee Haneul, right? Sent the 150. Check it..."
He leered up and down my pretty face and slender figure, smacking his lips, spitting excitedly in a horny voice.
I opened my banking app and confirmed with my own eyes: exactly 1.5 million won deposited.
With the money in, there was no backing out, no excuses left.
No choice—I silently followed the repulsive fat fuck into the motel under its flashing neon sign.
"I'll cover it. Let's do the priciest suite, heh heh."
He swiped his card proudly for payment, letting out that gross signature laugh.
"Yeah... thanks..."
From the moment we grabbed the suite key and stepped into the elevator, this otaku bastard's slimy true colors shone through.
In the sealed space, his stale bachelor stink assaulted my nose as he sidled up behind me.
Then his big, damp hand clamped onto my ass.
"Whoa... this ass is fuck material."
"Eek!"
The unfamiliar rough touch of a stranger and the brutal kneading of my private spot drew a lewd moan from me before I knew it.
My whole body shuddered at the creepy, disgusting squeeze, but I bit my lip and endured.
Still, with 1.5 mil solid in my account, no way was I running.
The doors opened, and we entered the suite in heavy silence.
"You really a virgin? No boyfriend?"
He stripped off his gross clothes the second we were in.
"Yeah..."
"Good, Haneul. I'm 35, your oppa... call me Minseok oppa."
"Yes, Minseok oppa..."
"Then let's shower together."
I flinched back on instinct.
"Huh?... That's kinda..."
"Haneul, it's the rule. What if I shower alone and you bail?"
He shoved his face close, spouting excuses like it was obvious. I couldn't counter his shameless logic.
"Ugh... fine... got it..."
Resigned, I felt my ears burn with humiliation as I stripped off my clothes and hung them up.
Once my last panties hit the floor, my pale, slender naked body was fully exposed under the bright lights. His breathing turned beastly.
"Fuck... body ain't fake... real thing's even hotter."
Minseok's greedy eyes raked over my perky tits, waist, and smooth thighs between my legs, ogling vulgarly.
That blatant, sticky gaze brought a wave of shame worse than being stripped bare.
I covered my meager chest with my arms as best I could and headed to the wide bathroom naked with him.
In the steamy air, I glanced down at his lower half and froze.
Minseok's cock was rock-hard, raging straight up at the ceiling, glaring at me.
"Whaddya think of oppa's dick? Pretty wild, huh?"
He shook his ugly thing proudly. I awkwardly looked away.
"Uh... yeah... oppa, it's wild."
"So what does our Haneul need money for to do paid hookups?"
As warm water hit our bodies, Minseok's greedy hands started caressing my pale skin.
Soon, he toyed with my budding breasts.
"Eut... haa... I... just... various stuff..."
The pleasure hitting my woman's body for the first time mixed with his rough touch, spilling coquettish moans from me.
"I see... Next time you need cash, call oppa. Oppa'll give you lots of pocket money, yeah?"
His whisper in my ear as he pinched my nipple was slimy and gross.
"I-I'll... think about it..."
"No one else spends 150 on hookups like oppa, Haneul. Think it over, got it?"
He was totally hooked on my body, trying to win me over.
"Ah... got it... oppa, stop touching..."
Terror hit as his hands got bolder toward my lower half. I twisted away, shaking him off.
"Then... shall we get to it?"
Minseok smacked his lips regretfully, grinning sleazily as he led me to the bed.
Fuck... Just his hands were this disgusting and horrifying, and now that cock's going in my pussy? Everything went black.
Minseok roughly toweled off and lounged against the bed headboard, blow-drying his hair while leering at me with horny eyes.
Every spot his gaze hit felt branded by a hot iron—unbearable heat—but I focused on drying my hair, denying reality.
"Whoa... small when wet, but... that body's a work of art, our Haneul."
He appraised my figure with admiring awe. I forced a smile and mumbled back.
"Oppa, stop staring..."
"Heh heh... Haneul, remember this dick well. It's the one popping your cherry."
His crude words pointing at his crotch turned my stomach, but I just nodded with a soulless reply.
"Yeah yeah..."
Once my damp hair was dry, I climbed onto the bed like livestock headed to slaughter and lay down.
"Haneul, oppa's gonna send you to heaven. Even first-timers feel it easy? Trust oppa."
"Yeah yeah..."
Just yesterday I was a guy—mixing with this horrific otaku felt so unfair, but the system forced survival with no alternatives.
Minseok spread my legs wide and fiddled with my pussy.
"Our Haneul keeps half-assing replies? OK, hymen confirmed! Trust oppa!"
Shame exploded in my face as he peered between my legs, poking my pussy.
"Fuck... 150 ain't bad at all... Tight as hell now, so let's warm it up."
Minseok buried his face between my thighs...
*Slurp... slurrrp*
"Hiiik!♡ Not th-there!♡"
Sudden licking sent electricity surging through my body.
Minseok swirled his tongue around my clit.
"Hiiik!♡♡ N-no... ahhuk!♡"
My hips bucked, vision flashing, tingles racing to my limbs and fingertips.
"Fuck... this the taste of Haneul's hymen? *Slurrrp!*"
"Uuht!♡ W-wait oppa!! Oppa... haa!"