Yoo Sori (1)
Yoo Sori set down her cocktail glass and began spilling her past, her empty eyes staring blankly into space.
“I was... born into a normal family. Dad ran a small company, Mom was a stay-at-home wife. I grew up without wanting for anything, surrounded by love. At least until I was eight.”
Her voice was steady, but a profound sadness seeped through it.
“Not long after starting elementary school, things got weird at home. My parents fought every single day, and Mom was always badmouthing Dad. I didn’t get it back then, but now I think his company went bust. She’d blame his incompetence, even venting to little me.”
The already shaky family completely crumbled the year she turned ten.
“Dad... killed himself, drowning in debt. And Mom abandoned me and ran off.”
Orphaned at ten, she was handed over to her paternal grandmother. But that old woman was another kind of hell.
“Grandma called me ‘the bitch who devoured her dad.’ She’d curse me, saying it was all my fault—at meals, bedtime, always. She never laid a hand on me, but those words tormented me with nightmares every night.”
Ten years dragged by, and the year she turned twenty, Grandma passed from old age. But even in death, the old hag shackled her.
“Grandma didn’t give a damn about Dad’s debts and kept living in the newlywed house under his name. Legally, if I’d renounced the inheritance within three months, I wouldn’t have had to take on the debt. But what did I know as an elementary kid? She trapped me, saying I couldn’t set foot outside her son’s house... so all of Dad’s assets passed to me. Except for the house, what was left was tens of billions of won in debt.”
Fortunately, some of Dad’s company execs covered a portion, but she was still saddled with over a billion won.
“When Grandma died at twenty, I just thought life would suck... maybe pick up a part-time gig. I had no clue about the debt. Then one day, the debt collectors showed up. Used my part-time savings to hire a lawyer, and that’s when I learned over a billion won had dumped straight onto me. Sold the house since I couldn’t pay it off, but I’m still left with over 800 million won. That’s... why I ended up working at the opi.”
With her story done, Yoo Sori—thoroughly drunk by now—had slumped over the table and fallen asleep. Seonwoo watched her sleeping form, lost in deep thought. What should he do? She’d already burrowed deep into his heart. Her painful history overlapped with his own orphan upbringing, stirring pity and a fierce urge to protect.
With my abilities... I could pay it off right now.
800 million won. Pocket change for him these days. Money could always be made again.
But handing it over without explanation? She’d be thrilled, sure—but it’d crush her pride. No different from buying her outright with cash.
I need to get closer first.
Seonwoo decided he had to forge a deeper bond, one strong enough for her to lean on him willingly. He carefully hoisted the sleeping Yoo Sori onto his back. She was lighter than expected. He headed to the hotel on the floor below the lounge bar.
He laid her on the hotel bed, and midway through, she stirred awake with a sloppy giggle.
“Hehe, Oppa. Bringing me to a place like this—you wanna do it that bad?”
But Seonwoo saw the thick darkness lurking behind her smile.
“Sober up a bit?”
“Yup! I could drink more!”
She was bluffing hard, her eyes already half-lidded. After a few more words, she staggered off mumbling about washing up, heading to the shower.
Her dark tale had killed any mood for sex. Seonwoo just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Moments later, freshly showered Yoo Sori emerged in a robe.
“Oppa, you don’t need to fret over my story like that.”
She forced a bright smile. Seonwoo gazed at her with pity.
“I like you, Oppa. My heart was pounding when I saw how cool you looked back in the park... I don’t wanna get awkward with an Oppa I like. So don’t worry about it—let’s just fuck, okay?”
Her beaming smile drew a chuckle from him as he pulled her into his arms.
Slipping off the robe that draped her body revealed those breathtaking F-cup breasts greeting him once more. His rock-hard cock, stirred by the sight, got a teasing stroke from Yoo Sori’s hand. She dropped to her knees and began sucking him off softly.
“Slurp, smack... mmm...”
Her tongue wrapped around the glans, lips gliding up and down the shaft.
Aroused even more by the sight, Seonwoo—feeling like he’d burst any second—said, “Sori-ya, let Oppa return the favor,” laying her back and bringing his face to her pussy.
He gently tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then suddenly sucked it hard between his lips.
“Hngh! Ah, aaang! Oppa, right there...!”
Under his relentless tongue work, Yoo Sori writhed and climaxed in moments. Love juices squirted from her pussy like a fountain.
Rubbing his near-cumming cock against her slick, loosened folds made her hips buck wildly in excitement. He eased in from the tip carefully, but after just three restrained thrusts, he came.
“Fuu...”
As Seonwoo caught his breath and looked at her, Yoo Sori burst out laughing. “Ahahat!”
“You lasted longer than that premature customer from before. Hehit.”
Her playful jab earned a smirk from Seonwoo.
“Yeah? Then straight to round two.”
“Ooh, that guy could only do it once~”
As his pistoning resumed, Yoo Sori let out soft moans, starting to feel it for real.
This time, Seonwoo skipped the 10-Min Blackbox. He wanted to pleasure her purely with his own senses and skills.
He nibbled her earlobe, planted a hickey on her nape. His hands kneaded her F-cups, teasing the nipples.
“Haaang... Oppa, so good... hngh...”
As her moans deepened, he ramped up the piston speed. The bed creaked in rhythm, their mingled cries filling the room.
“Ah! Ah! Ung! Harder, harder...! Aaang!”
Finally, she clung to him tight in climax, and Seonwoo unleashed a massive load across her belly. They locked eyes, laughed, and pulled each other into a deeper embrace.
Afterward, Yoo Sori picked up on his tender consideration. She knew he was aware of her thrill from choking play, yet this time he’d treated her like a precious lover. That care made her fall for him even harder.
Seonwoo broached it gently.
“Isn’t paying off the debt tough?”
“I’d be lying if I said no. But I can knock off over 100 million won a year. My opi takes a small cut. For a 1-million-won customer, I pocket 600k. Manager goes easy knowing my situation...”
“Still, that’d take at least five years, right?”
“Pii... you gonna keep prying? It’s not like you’re paying it off.”
Her pouty fake-sulk made Seonwoo smile.
“What if I could pay it?”
Silence fell.
“Oppa, you rich? Don’t even joke like that.”
The smile vanished from her face.
“Not joking. If you want, Sori, I can clear it all.”
More silence. Yoo Sori’s eyes went wide.
“F-for real?”
Seonwoo nodded slowly.
“O-Oppa! You that loaded?! What do I gotta do?!”
Her excited voice prompted his calm reply.
“Sori-ya, it’s been a short time since I met you, but I really like you. Liked you so much that your story just now hurt even more. My heart raced the first time I saw you at the convenience store too. I want you by my side.”
“T-that a confession? We a one-day thing, Oppa?”
He forgot his seriousness for a second and chuckled at her sudden acceleration.
“But I’m not that great a guy. You saw from the opi—I love women. You’d be my priority, but not my only one.”
Her expression turned deadly serious. After three minutes of silence, she spoke.
“I get you’re loaded, Oppa. And that you love women—obvious. Just looking at my sisters around here shows what a golden chance this is. Still... my heart raced seeing you earlier, and that hasn’t changed. I’m taking this shot. But please... don’t see me as some girl selling her heart for cash...”
Tears welling, her whisper drew him into a tight hug.
“Never think that. If you keep being your aegyo self by my side, cuddling like this, won’t my feelings for you just grow?”
Burying her face in his chest, Yoo Sori murmured,
“Then... I’ll make you think of no one but me!”
She pushed him onto the bed, her face brighter than before, snuggling into his arms.
They went two more rounds, and as Seonwoo watched her sleep beside him, he thought to himself.
Paying off her debt would save her—and claim her completely. And so, Yoo Sori became his.