Sori's Irresistible Training
Leaning deeply into the plush chair in the membership lounge's private library, Seonwoo tapped idly on the window frame while lost in thought. The glittering Seoul nightscape beyond the glass blurred into a hazy mess amid his swirling concerns.
Membership club, huh... Kang Jihyeon's and Han Chae-a's parting words churned relentlessly in his mind. He'd made a decent pile of money by now. His coin day-trading had scaled up so much that he was sticking to just a handful of select trades. His funds had quietly surpassed 100 billion won, but staring at screens and clicking away endlessly had lost its appeal.
But the idea of manipulating big shots whose names everyone knew, gripping their dirty little secrets—that was different. It sent a heavy throb straight to his groin, a sensation he hadn't felt in ages.
"Haha..." A hollow chuckle escaped him.
To hunt, he needed tantalizing bait.
Women who seek out Sori's touch on their own... Was that really possible? If Kang Jihyeon was right, Sori's talent far exceeded anything he'd imagined.
Time to test it out. A sly grin curled Seonwoo's lips.
Then, a forgotten face popped into his head. Plump breasts, provocative eyes. And that surprisingly skilled hip work. Lee Seoyeoun.
Without hesitation, he grabbed his smartphone and dialed a familiar number.
Ring ring—
A brief connection tone, then the call connected.
[Long time no talk. You free?]
[...Yeah.]
In a quiet hotel lounge in Cheongdam-dong, Lee Seoyeoun fiddled with her cocktail glass, stealing glances at Seonwoo. After months apart, he was a completely different man. The arrogance she'd sensed before had mellowed into effortless confidence, and the aura around him felt impossibly heavy, untouchable.
"Hey. You love sex, right?" Seonwoo cut straight to it, no flowery bullshit.
"How about making more money while you fuck?"
Her face stiffened at his words. Resentment laced her voice. "You ghosted me after that, ditched me like trash... and now you come crawling back?"
"So? You in or not?" Seonwoo brushed off her complaint.
She bowed her head, murmuring like a mosquito. "...What's the gig?"
Instead of answering, Seonwoo stood and led her out.
Arriving at the Palace 7 Penthouse, Lee Seoyeoun gaped at the sight before her. Seonwoo was no longer the man she remembered. As she followed him into the living room, a fresh-faced girl on the sofa turned her head. Yoo Sori.
"Sori, wanna train this sister for a week?" Seonwoo said it like handing over a toy.
Yoo Sori stared blankly at Lee Seoyeoun, tilting her head. "Train her?"
"Yeah. You know what you're good at."
At that, an innocent smile bloomed on Yoo Sori's face. "Aha!"
Lee Seoyeoun, clueless about their exchange, could only flick anxious eyes between them.
"Sister! Nice working with you!"
"Uh, sure..."
Seonwoo just smiled at the scene.
A week flew by mercilessly.
When Seonwoo opened the guest room door, he doubted his own eyes. Yoo Sori lounged on the bed munching snacks, while Lee Seoyeoun knelt on the floor, massaging her feet with an ecstatic expression.
Spotting Seonwoo, Lee Seoyeoun jolted in surprise, then instinctively prostrated herself before him in total submission. Her eyes weren't filled with fear—they shone with worship, as if gazing upon her true master.
The effect... it's too good? Sori, does she actually have some kind of power like mine?
Stunned by results beyond his wildest dreams, Seonwoo was momentarily speechless. Yoo Sori's talent truly transcended his imagination.
Resolved to launch the membership club, Seonwoo called the manager of the opi where Lee Seoyeoun had worked.
A few days later, in a private room in Cheongdam-dong.
"..."
In suffocating silence, the opi manager couldn't even lift his chopsticks, sweat pouring down his face. Gone was the sleazy charm from their first meeting.
Seonwoo savored sake leisurely, watching him squirm. "Manager, you seem way too tense."
He refilled the man's glass with a lazy smile.
"N-no, President. Haha..."
"I'm thinking of starting a business. Could use your help."
"What kind?"
"Eh, too early to spill. But can you hook me up with girls thinking of quitting your place, or ones needing more cash? Decent-looking ones."
Raw suspicion flashed across the manager's face. "Ah... that's tough, President. We gotta eat too."
"Come on, don't be like that."
With the words, Seonwoo slid a thick envelope of cash under the table onto the man's thigh. The hefty weight made his shoulders twitch.
"Aw, man... you can't do this..."
He feigned reluctance while swiftly pocketing it in his jacket.
"This much per girl, ongoing. Deal?"
Greed lit up the manager's eyes. He cleared his throat a few times, then flipped his attitude. "Ahem. Girls needing money? Sure, we've got some. Hard-up ones, vain ones obsessed with luxury bags. But the ones wanting out? They're stubborn—tough to convince on the spot."
"Just the money-hungry ones then."
"Haha... President, you're a whole different man since we met."
"Yeah... life's thrown some curveballs."
"Got it. A few come to mind right away—I'll ask and hit you up."
The manager bowed obsequiously as he stood. Seonwoo saw him off with a satisfied smile.
Two days later, Seonwoo's phone buzzed briefly. A message from the manager.
Below were simple profile photos and ages of the women. Seonwoo skimmed them and called to Yoo Sori.
"Sori, guests coming tonight. Your first students, like we talked about."
"Really? Whoa! So exciting!"
Yoo Sori bounced like a kid before a field trip.
That evening, the penthouse doorbell rang.
The five women at the door stood speechless at the marble floors, chandeliers, and Seoul skyline beyond the glass. They swallowed hard, sensing they'd stepped into another world.
Seonwoo, sunk deep into the sofa, eyed them over. "You'll be working at a super discreet club. No base salary."
Disappointment and betrayal flickered across their faces.
"But I'll guarantee you'll make way more than before. If not, I'll cover your old pay."
Their eyes sparkled anew at the promise of big money.
"It's secretive, so first—a quick training session. Sori?"
At his call, Yoo Sori stepped forward with a bright smile from beside him.
"Nice to meet you, sisters!"
Puzzled by the young girl as trainer, but lured by the cash, they followed without protest.
Thus began the bizarre training.
Yoo Sori called them into the guest room one by one, every 3-4 hours. Strangely, once inside, they never emerged. She'd just haul in piles of snacks and vanish again.
The next afternoon, Seonwoo entered Yoo Sori's room. The air hung thick and humid, laced with sweat and an enigmatic sweet musk.
The women, who yesterday flaunted their unique vibes, now sprawled naked and exhausted on the floor and bed. One slept shallowly with smeared makeup; another trembled faintly, staring blankly at nothing.
One spotted Seonwoo and crawled over, clutching his pant leg. "P-please... make her stop... I-I can't anymore..."
She begged through sobs.
Yoo Sori pouted, troubled. "Aw, sisters. Training's not done—don't quit early! Oppa too! No entry till it's over!"
For the first time, Seonwoo felt a chill from his girlfriend.
Two weeks passed like hell—or heaven.
Seonwoo lined up the five conditioned women in the living room. Greed and desperation gone from their eyes; only craving for Yoo Sori's touch remained.
"This is your last chance to choose." He waved the contracts.
"Before signing, key clauses again."
"One: Forget everything from the club the second you step out. No telling family, friends, or even club coworkers."
"Two: Absolute obedience to me, the owner, and Yoo Sori, your trainer. But no violence against your will."
"Three: Your body is your asset. Three rest days a week minimum, besides periods. No hiding illness."
Seonwoo finished. "Good terms, right? Oh, one more crucial bit."
He glanced at Yoo Sori. "Reject and quit? Sori's fun 'training' ends too."
Their faces paled. They all turned to Yoo Sori.
Yoo Sori grinned mischievously at them, mimicking a finger-wag in the air. "No more of this~?"
At the gesture, their bodies twitched, faces flushing crimson.
"I-I'll do it! Sign me up!"
"Please... more training, please!"
They shrieked, scrambling to sign.
Damn... starting to get scary.
As the club slaves finished signing, his phone rang—perfect timing from Kang Jihyeon.
"Yeah, what's up?"
[Master. We've acquired the club you wanted.]
"Already? It's been less than a week."
[They agreed easier than expected.]
"Nice. Staff all set?"
[We run lean, so hiring was quick.]
"NDAs signed?"
[Of course. Mostly ex-chaebol staff. Chae-a pulled a lot of weight.]
"Gonna call her soon—have Sori play with her. When can we open?"
[Recruiting members first. Me and Chae-a are handing cards to prospects. Only 5-6 so far...]
"Hm... invite them for a soft opening?"
[Got it. I'll notify them. When works?]
"Match their schedules. ASAP."
Hanging up, he eyed the slaves holding their breath.
"Haha, no need to tense up. Same as before: throw tantrums for rich guys, fuck 'em, pocket the tips."
Relief softened their faces at the big-money promise.
"Some clients might be grumpy old fucks. If too rough, we'll step in—no fear. Sori, look after them. Call Yuna to glam 'em up. She dresses sharp thanks to her design eye."
"Yes, oppa!"
"No cheap hooker outfits. Full celeb treatment—makeup, hair, all that. Act the part everywhere, no streetwalker vibes. You're college girls chasing cash. Got it?"
"Yes, yes...!"
Seonwoo buzzed with anticipation for the bizarre new routine, his first steps into a fresh world.