Masochist (1)
Even amid the sweet cohabitation life with Yoo Sori, Seonwoo's asset growth showed no signs of stopping. He ate the breakfast she'd prepared, went grocery shopping with her, spent ordinary days like any couple—and all the while, he holed up in his study now and then to suck up profits from the coin market. In the end, on the morning he was set to meet Kang Jihyeon, he'd scraped together enough cash to hit 10 billion won in assets once more.
"Oppa, where are you headed today?"
He turned at the voice as he slipped on his shoes in the entryway. There stood Yoo Sori, fresh from a nap, her voice drowsy and hazy.
"Yeah, just some work stuff. Be back soon."
Seonwoo planted a light kiss on her forehead.
"Hehe, see you later!"
Yoo Sori waved until the front door clicked shut behind him.
Down in the underground parking lot, Kang Jihyeon waited by his familiar sedan, dressed in a flawless office outfit. The moment she spotted him, she bowed deeply.
"Master, you've arrived."
Seonwoo eyed her up and down, smirking.
"Looking extra pretty today, huh? Putting in some extra effort since we're meeting your high school buddy?"
"N-no... Master."
Kang Jihyeon's cheeks flushed faintly. Seonwoo closed in, grabbing her breast with one hand while the other slipped under her skirt, teasing her clit through her panties mischievously.
"Hngh...! M-Master! Not here...!"
She glanced around in alarm, whispering, but Seonwoo just grinned wickedly.
"Not here? Y'know, I've always had a bit of a fantasy about car sex."
He shoved her into the passenger seat, reclining it all the way back, then yanked off her panties without hesitation.
"W-wait...! Ahh!"
As Seonwoo started licking her clit, her pussy quickly wept with arousal. He pulled out his cock, climbed over her, and thrust right in.
"Hmph!"
Even inside the car, Kang Jihyeon bit her lip desperately to stifle her moans, terrified the sound might leak out. That only fueled Seonwoo's excitement more—he hoisted her legs onto the dashboard and pounded her harder. The car creaked and rocked up and down.
"Haa... Jihyeon, I'm gonna cum."
As climax surged, Seonwoo pulled out with a wet pop. He stuffed his cock straight into her mouth.
"Mmph! Glrk!"
He unloaded hot semen deep in her throat. Kang Jihyeon swallowed every drop—gulp, glug.
In the moving car, Kang Jihyeon switched seamlessly to a professional tone, as if the roadside fuck had never happened.
"Master, the tax accountant you'll meet today, Han Chae-a, is a high school friend of mine. But setting aside personal feelings, she's one of the most capable in Gangnam right now."
"How capable?"
"The kind who can make tax evasion legal. Especially for new-money rich like you who've built massive hidden assets in a flash—her tax-saving consulting borders on money laundering. They say any dirty money that passes through her hands comes out spotless."
"Hmm, sounds like an interesting woman."
Seonwoo gazed out the window, anticipation building.
A calm voice came from inside the office: "Come in."
Seonwoo opened the door. The woman behind the desk greeted them with a different aura from Kang Jihyeon's. Her platinum waves cascaded to her waist, almost unreal. Oversized round glasses hid half her face, amplifying her intellectual vibe—but they couldn't mask the sharp glint in her eyes. Her tight white blouse strained against buttons, outlining massive tits on the verge of bursting free. Her lower half was hidden by the desk, but her upper body alone screamed overwhelming volume.
She welcomed Seonwoo and Kang Jihyeon with professional poise.
"Director Kang Jihyeon, long time no see. This must be the client you mentioned?"
"Yes, Tax Accountant. Allow me to introduce Kim Seonwoo, CEO."
Han Chae-a rose and extended a hand to Seonwoo.
"Han Chae-a. I've heard a lot about you, CEO Kim Seonwoo."
"Kim Seonwoo."
In that brief handshake, her gaze flicked from his head to his toes—tinged with the faintest disappointment.
They sat, and Han Chae-a dove straight in.
"Director Kang gave me the basics. You've amassed a huge fortune in a short time and need tax consulting for it."
"Yes. My assets ballooned recently, so taxes are getting messy. Looking for ways to minimize them as much as possible."
Han Chae-a laid out flawless solutions and portfolios without missing a beat: overseas corporations for tax rate tweaks, art investments for tax-free conversions, complex derivatives for deferred profits. Her explanations were crystal clear, her logic airtight. She didn't seem like the 'masochist' Kang Jihyeon had described.
Pretending to review the documents, Seonwoo ran a Harem Scan on her.
'A-... After Sori, first A-grade I've seen. Status is boredom and repression? Affection's average... She's packaging her boredom perfectly on the surface. But this status window doesn't lie. Time to peel off that mask.'
As the consultation wrapped up, Seonwoo nodded in satisfaction.
"Great explanation, Ms. Han Chae-a. Very capable. Heard you're the best in Gangnam—seems true."
Mid-praise, he snatched a document and frowned.
"But... this part's a letdown."
"Pardon? Which part...?"
Han Chae-a asked, flustered.
"This tax plan's too safe, too textbook. Zero risk. Can't other accountants pitch the same?"
Seonwoo struck at her pride in 'flawless work,' shaking her psyche.
"I wanted bolder, more creative methods—skirting the legal edge for that thrill. Thought someone like you would know those 'backdoor' ways... Disappointing."
That word—disappointing—cracked her perfect poker face for the first time. Her eyes sharpened as her expertise came under fire.
"Sir, we stick to legal bounds for optimal results. Illegal methods..."
She cleared her throat. Seonwoo cut her off, leaning forward with a low murmur.
"Principles? Boring word. Don't you ever wonder what price—or reward—comes from crossing that line?"
He tossed ambiguous keywords—price, reward—then checked her future with 10-Min Blackbox.
In the preview, post-consultation, she was alone in the office. Breathing ragged, she gripped her wrist hard with her other hand, leaving white marks, releasing, repeating.
'Gotcha. This bitch gets off on "price" as pain, "reward" as pleasure.'
Seonwoo stood.
"Got it. Thanks for the consult. Contract... we'll review positively."
As he opened the door to leave, he glanced back at Han Chae-a, voice dropping an octave.
"Oh, and Ms. Han Chae-a."
"Yes, sir?"
"Your proposals were efficient but too safe—no thrill. Guess this'll have to do. Heading out."
He left Han Chae-a frozen, then murmured to Kang Jihyeon alone:
"Jihyeon, coax your friend Han Chae-a to come to my penthouse tonight. Succeed, and I'll reward you."
"Yes, Master."
Kang Jihyeon smiled meaningfully.
Alone in the office, Han Chae-a stared blankly at where Seonwoo had been.
"Hoo..."
She slumped in her chair with a long sigh. The perfect professional mask slipped, revealing a woman's face flushed with confusion and excitement.
'Any normal client would've been awed and signed on the spot. But that guy... he's testing me.'
She replayed his parting words: Too safe, no thrill. It pierced her entire life.
That humiliation sparked faint arousal. Flawless career, stable life—but beneath, endless boredom and repressed desires.
'What's his real intent? Just ego, or... does he really want me...?'
She bit her lower lip unwittingly. Amid the uncertainty, unease gave way to strange anticipation, leaving her bewildered.
Then her phone buzzed on the desk. Kang Jihyeon.