That Much Isn’t My Problem
Powerball tickets were two dollars apiece.
You had to pick five numbers from 1 to 69, plus one Powerball number from 1 to 26.
To hit the jackpot, you had to match all six numbers.
“No wonder the odds are insanely bad.”
Song Hoon bought twenty dollars’ worth of Powerball tickets, mixing and matching numbers in every combination he could think of.
If you wanted to save points, the best way was to invest them where they cost the least.
“Not a bad story. Get rich with cryptocurrency, then win Powerball on your first trip to America. Damn….”
Just staring at the string of numbers printed on the yellow slips made his heart start pounding.
A few scraps of paper that would soon become two trillion won.
And once taxes were taken out, it would still turn into something close to one trillion won. When he thought about it that way, the whole thing started to feel strangely unreal.
“The winning broadcast is… the day after tomorrow, perfect.”
Unlike in Korea, Powerball’s drawing wasn’t held once a week.
He figured it would be perfect to change the odds after meeting Yoon Hanna, then watch the broadcast when the time came.
After arriving at the hotel, he tucked the lottery tickets into the safe and immediately sent Yoon Hanna a DM.
“I wonder if that pheromone perfume actually lasts.”
Was it a one-shot effect, or would it still work even after some time had passed apart?
He was curious. There were all sorts of things to consider, but if the effect really lasted, wouldn’t it become an enormous weapon in everything he did from here on out?
Hmm… looks like it isn’t the lasting kind. So I have to strike while the iron’s hot.
Then, about ten minutes after sending the message—
She typed and deleted for a long while before finally replying with a brief “okay,” and the chat cut off.
“Hmm… so it’s not like it disappears completely even if they stay apart for a while.”
Song Hoon lay down on the bed and recalled Yoon Hanna’s face and figure from the plane.
She looked to be over 170 centimeters tall. Slender build. Maybe a B-cup chest.
Her face was an oval shape, delicate and narrow, with her hair tied up.
And what he remembered most vividly was her eyes.
They had been dazzlingly clear. So vivid they almost seemed to shine.
The kind of woman people would call a perfect modern beauty.
“I guess I can see why so many celebrities end up marrying flight attendants.”
Just imagining it was enough to make his cock throb.
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There’s definitely something wrong with me.
Normally, this would’ve been the sort of episode he’d joke about later.
After all, wearing a nightgown and having an unexpected incident now and then was hardly unusual.
Things like this did happen sometimes.
It was a little… no, a lot big. And it smelled good too. A smell I’d never smelled before.
Even so, there was absolutely no excuse for making such an inappropriate approach to a passenger.
And yet, as if she’d been bewitched, she’d spent the entire flight unable to stop thinking about the man’s scent and his huge cock, her mind drowning in sex.
No, every time she serviced that man and caught that smell, her head filled with sex all over again.
Ha… am I just sexually frustrated for no reason?
It was true that she hadn’t had sex recently, but this was still excessive.
Especially since after being assigned to first class at work, she’d been even more careful about her conduct.
Then why won’t my heart calm down, Hanna?
Yoon Hanna finally steadied her pounding chest and pressed the elevator button.
Isn’t this place expensive?
She’d agreed to come after receiving the message, but her mind was still in a whirl, tangled up with all kinds of thoughts and feelings.
Ugh… and he even wants my uniform. That means he wants to dress me up and do me.
The uniform absolutely could not be dirtied.
If she was unlucky, the company might even discipline her for it.
Ding-dong—
“What the hell, just how rich is he?”
After reaching the floor, Yoon Hanna was startled by how few doors there were on that level.
“A suite… a place like this must be several million won a night. Maybe even over ten million.”
The man had looked fairly young, and yet he was staying in a place like this.
She couldn’t help wondering what on earth he did for a living.
“You’re here?”
At the man’s casually disrespectful tone—
Ssshhk—
—and the skin-colored body glimpsed beneath the robe, along with the scent she’d smelled on the plane—
the lust she’d thought she’d barely managed to suppress flared back up again.
“Nice smell. Ah.”
“Come in.”
Song Hoon grinned and stepped aside from the door. Like a bee drawn to honey, Yoon Hanna inhaled deeply and slipped into the room.
“Wow….”
The room she entered, drawn by that strange scent that made her lower body tingle, was more impressive than she’d expected.
The bedroom and dining room were separated, and the space that seemed to be the living room had floor-to-ceiling windows that opened out over the Chicago skyline, offering a gorgeous night view.
“Amazing….”
“Pretty great view, isn’t it?”
“Haaah….”
Before she knew it, Song Hoon had appeared with a wineglass in one hand and, with the other, passed her a glass before half-embracing her from behind.
“Yes… I’ve traveled all over as a flight attendant, but I’ve never seen a night view like this.”
It was true—this was her first time. She’d stayed at plenty of hotels, but with a flight attendant’s salary, where could she afford anything truly lavish?
Usually it was just some decent hotel nearby, packed three to a room, maybe two.
“Room service will be here soon too.”
“That must be… expensive.”
“Does it matter? What matters is that we don’t have to leave this room. Until tomorrow evening. Straight through.”
As the scent he’d been keeping at a distance all this time brushed teasingly against the tip of her nose, she found herself pressing her nose against the one that hovered close to her own without meaning to.
“Such a strange smell….”
“You smell something nice?”
She kept trying to catch more of his scent, as though there had to be some other smell somewhere, but there was nothing there.
If anything, just a bit of body wash.
“Just… just….”
Yoon Hanna kept sniffing around Song Hoon’s body, searching for a deeper fragrance.
“A scent I can’t quite describe….”
She couldn’t put her finger on it. It wasn’t like anything she’d smelled before.
“But it feels good….”
After sniffing at the smell of his skin for a long while, she finally buried her face in his chest, unable to bring herself to inhale from the place where the scent was strongest.
Looks like the closer you get to his cock, the stronger the smell gets.
When he lifted her chin in his hand, her clear eyes were trembling violently.
“I shouldn’t be like this….”
The hesitation in her behavior meant her psychological resistance clearly hadn’t been fully broken yet.
Even at Stage 1, the effect is pretty good.
After all, she’d managed to overcome that resistance and come this far.
Slurp—
The astringent taste of wine lingered in his mouth.
He didn’t dive too deeply into that first kiss.
Just lightly. Only enough for their tongues to brush.
But that was only Song Hoon’s perspective.
Yoon Hanna saw it differently.
The moment he pulled back, her hand was already circling the nape of his neck, as if she wanted the kiss to continue; her grip pressed firmly, bringing their noses together.
Embarrassed, she closed her eyes, and Song Hoon kissed her lips again, lingering this time.
“Haaahh….”
As their bodies pressed closer for the kiss, something long, hot, and hard slowly pushed up between her thighs beneath her skirt.
The same big, hot, hard thing she’d seen on the plane.
When she tensed her thighs, she could feel it even more clearly.
The sensation between her thighs, the smell she couldn’t quite identify, the breathtaking night view and suite room before her eyes, the taste of wine on her tongue—
yes, maybe even the wet, smacking sounds of their kiss.
All five senses.
And the atmosphere itself.
All of it was assaulting Yoon Hanna at once with impossible, indecent stimulation.
“Haaah… how are you so good at this?”
“Why do you think? You really think women would just leave me alone?”
“I guess so….”
They kept kissing as the mood rose higher and higher, Yoon Hanna’s breathing turned ragged, and Song Hoon’s hands wandered over her body.
“Room service.”
The bell rang, and room service had arrived.
“J-just a moment!”
“Pfft… take your time. No rush.”
Yoon Hanna grabbed her bag and hurried into the bedroom.
“Huff… huff….”
Once inside, she tried to catch her breath.
Her reflection in the mirror was more disheveled than she could ever normally imagine.
After dumping her bag onto the bed, she began pulling out cosmetics and clothes.
There’s no way he’d tell me to bring my uniform unless he had a fantasy about this kind of thing.
She didn’t know exactly how good he was in bed, but by now his looks, proportions, cock size, and atmosphere had already cleared the passing grade by a ridiculous margin.
And on top of that, the smell of food drifting in from outside the room.
He hadn’t hesitated to order room service, and this place was a suite.
She decided she at least needed to keep the contact going.
Whether he’s married or already has someone, that’s not my problem.
She wasn’t in Korea now.
She was in America, and in this room there were only the two of them.
She was confident enough. Confident enough that even if he had someone, she could keep contacting him in secret.
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One by one, the dishes were laid out on the table from the cart.
Steak, pasta, salad, and risotto.
The delicious smell tickled his nose and stoked his hunger.
“Thank you.”
After the staff finished setting everything up and left—
Click—
—the bedroom door that had been closed opened again.
“Oh….”
A white dress shirt, a navy skirt that hugged her thighs and fell to mid-thigh.
An airline jacket and a sky-blue scarf wrapped around her neck.
It was Yoon Hanna exactly as he’d seen her on the plane.
“Thank you for waiting, sir. I’ll be taking care of you with the finest service. I’m your dedicated flight attendant, Yoon Hanna.”
Yoon Hanna. What a beautiful smile she had.