She Was a Model
“Hoo... I’m tired.”
Even if I hadn’t recorded video, just thinking about the pleasure alone left me exhausted from what had been, by any measure, one of the greatest fucks of my life.
Even now, just remembering it was enough to make my cock go rigid again.
No, if I wanted to, I could call her back tomorrow and keep jamming away at her whether I got points for it or not.
“Still tasted amazing. No, wait. It was the taste of heaven.”
The taste of fucking a married woman I’d had a crush on for years. That forbidden thrill of it.
I couldn’t even think of a word good enough to describe it.
“Worth every bit of the investment too. Good thing I saved her for this.”
At 19.5, she might as well have been a full 20. That cursed 20 mark. The moment my cock swelled inside her cunt and started hammering at her womb, An Hyejeong’s reaction had been pure climax itself.
“I’ve got 118 points.”
Damn. If I’d had just 2 more, I could’ve rolled the 24-sided die.
“Ah, whatever. Might as well use the 20-sided one.”
I bought a d20 for 100 points.
“Reverently. Very reverently.”
Last time, I’d just rolled it carelessly in the car, and maybe that was why the result had been such garbage. So I dressed properly, knelt down with a solemn posture, and joined my hands politely.
Rattle-rattle-
I rolled the die.
“Please! Please! Please!”
The twenty-sided die bounced and rolled across the floor.
“Please be 10 or higher! 10 or higher!”
If I was lucky, 15 or higher would be nice. Hell, 20 would be fucking incredible.
But if the die always landed exactly where I wanted, then wouldn’t that make me the god of dice?
Tap-
The die came to a stop.
“Fuuuuuck—! Now this is dopamine!”
You have gained 14 points.
Seventeen points total.
“What should I invest in...?”
Money was second priority for now.
“In that case, my body. Cock’s a pass.”
Among my physical traits, my cock was third priority. I’d already dumped 3 points into it recently, after all.
“Then... weight. Height. Muscle mass.”
Or rather—
Song Hoon stared blankly at the numbers reflected in the mirror for a moment.
“I already raised my height... this should work, right?”
He invested 2 points into shoulder width.
1 point into leg length.
7 points into muscle mass increase.
3 points into body fat reduction.
“Urghh....”
Sweat began pouring off him like crazy, and pain he had never felt before slammed through every inch of his body.
“Grrrrr—”
But the pain didn’t ease. If anything, it only grew more intense.
“Kuhk—”
His breath caught, his whole body burned like a furnace, and it felt as though every part of him was being broken into pieces.
Crack-
After the grotesque sound of bones grinding against each other echoed through the room, Song Hoon staggered to his feet from the floor soaked with sweat and saliva.
“Haa... haa....”
Steam seemed to be rising off his body.
“Shit... insane.”
The sweat-slick body in the mirror looked nothing like it had before.
“She’s a model.”
His proportions had shifted in a strangely subtle way. It wasn’t the kind of hard, six-pack body you’d brag about, but his body fat had settled into the low teens, and muscle now filled in the gaps.
“Ha.”
He wanted to spend the rest of his points all at once, but he held himself back.
It felt like it would be too obvious, so he planned to change little by little.
So that, a few months later, people would look at him and wonder if this was really the same guy.
“Ugh. I should shower first.”
That aside, he really did need to wash up. His whole body reeked of something sour and stale.
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“Mmm.”
Once he’d rinsed his body with cold water, the sticky, gross feeling vanished, leaving only crisp, refreshing clarity behind.
Standing naked in front of the mirror, he couldn’t help smiling.
“If you’ve changed, you’ve gotta update it.”
He grabbed a ruler, got his already enlarged cock fully hard, pressed the tape against his pubic bone, and snapped a photo before uploading the update to Z.
A body slick with water. A 20cm cock standing hard and proud. A solid, refined physique.
This was proof. Evidence.
Proof that his cock had reached the heavens.
***
After that incident, An Hyejeong started contacting me a lot more often.
The conversations were mostly ordinary, but there was no way I wouldn’t understand what it meant when a married woman—who had barely contacted me before that day—kept the conversation going so it wouldn’t die.
There was a distinct air of disappointment in the chat.
“But now An Hyejeong’s second priority too.”
Even now, the fact that she was a married woman I’d once had a crush on was enough to make the title itself sexy as hell, but I’d already fucked her three times through the night.
Seol Yeomyeong was the same, Lee Dahyeon too. Once a woman got a taste of this cock, she couldn’t go looking for another one.
The satisfaction that filled her so completely.
The brutal, all-night pounding that left her wrecked.
It wasn’t easy to replace that.
“An Hyejeong was B-plus, huh. That surprised me.”
Of course, I had to admit that the satisfaction I got from it was more electrifying than any sex I’d had until now.
Beep- beep- beep-
“Damn, that reaction’s killer.”
I’d barely uploaded the photo when notifications started ringing like crazy.
The number of DMs had jumped several times over too.
Since I’d slowed down on uploading videos and was replying to DMs more slowly, they must’ve gotten desperate.
Worried their turn might never come.
“I should let them stew a little longer.”
I already had over a dozen videos up on Z.
And four women I’d met through Z.
It was about time those heavy-ass bitches started moving.
***
Rattle-rattle-rattle-
The next morning, when I arrived at the company, Manager Kim’s leg was shaking nonstop.
He was biting his nails and checking his phone over and over.
His face was ghost-white.
And when I glanced at the market, everything was blue.
Looks like the crash had hit.
Pathetic bastard.
As expected, my guess had never been wrong.
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Manager Kim spent the whole day fidgeting like a mangy dog, so restless that he was distracting just to look at.
“Hey, Manager Kim. What’s with you today? Eat something bad?”
Department Head Pyeon slammed the approval folder down, sounding irritated by how nervously Manager Kim had been acting all day.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep too well.”
“Still. What is this? This! If that’s the case, either pass the work on or ask for more time!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll redo it.”
Even then, his eyes wouldn’t stay still; they kept darting back to his phone.
“Haa... whatever. This is a document that has to go up the chain too, so focus, will you? Focus. Bring it back.”
Department Head Pyeon sighed, grabbed his cigarettes, and headed for the rooftop.
Meanwhile, Manager Kim kept shuffling around and not letting go of his phone. In the end, he dropped the papers and stormed out somewhere.
“Why’s Manager Kim acting like that?”
“Probably because the crypto market crashed.”
At that level of reaction, it had to be a crash. Maybe even worse.
“Aigoo. We definitely told him to be careful too.”
“Investing is his own responsibility.”
“Didn’t you lose anything, senior? If it crashed, you must’ve taken a hit too.”
“I pulled everything out and moved it into stocks.”
“Wow... foresight!”
Seol Yeomyeong gave me a thumbs-up and, once again, looked at me with hot, admiring eyes.
“But... somehow, Senior Manager, you seem really different lately.”
Seol Yeomyeong, who had already gotten hot and physical with me, noticed my subtle changes almost immediately.
“Something. Something like... your body seems even firmer.”
Her eyes were strange.
“I should check that out today, don’t you think?”
Look at those sinful eyes. And that tongue sliding around as if she’d just spotted something delicious.
Ah, I still probably have kiss marks all over my body.
Thanks to how much An Hyejeong had sucked and bit at me, the red marks had still been clinging to my skin even after my morning shower.
Works for me.
Didn’t a man have to be managed from time to time?
***
“Haa....”
Manager Kim hung his head, clutching his phone.
Every single screen on it was blue.
“You crazy bastard. Crazy bastard. Crazy bastard.”
He cursed himself late, but nothing changed.
The market had already collapsed, and the 30 million won he’d shoved in had shrunk to a quarter of its original size.
No—now there was barely even 8 million won left.
And it was still falling in real time.
His mistake had been holding on to it with that faint little hope that it might rise again.
The moment he’d thought that, the market had begun plummeting like a lunatic.
He hadn’t slept a single wink.
He’d spent the pre-dawn hours staring at the chart as it rose a little, then crashed again.
He’d debated whether to sell dozens of times, but the result was meaningless.
Stocks wouldn’t have been this bad.
This coin market had no floor; it just kept smashing through floor after floor.
Manager Kim’s stomach churned with envy over how on earth some bastard named Song Hoon had managed to survive a market like this and make that kind of money.
He felt like he could lose his mind twelve times a day.
“Fuck.”
What had happened to that guy? He must’ve put in a much larger amount than Kim himself.
Maybe Song Hoon lost money too? A bigger amount than me?
That thought eased the sting in his gut just a little.
He had only lost 30 million, but if you were talking about someone rich enough to buy a foreign car, then surely the money he still had left in crypto had been worth hundreds of millions.
He wanted comfort. Comfort that he wasn’t the only one taking a loss. Comfort that someone else had taken a bigger hit.
“Didn’t you lose anything, senior? If it crashed, you must’ve taken a hit too.”
“I pulled everything out and moved it into stocks.”
“Wow... foresight!”
And then, the moment he stepped back into the office and heard that voice—
“Fuck....”
A single tear rolled down Manager Kim’s cheek.