Shall I Try Living Like Travis Baynon?
“Hhhaah—”
Song Hoon thrust hard into Jena’s cunt, which had only just begun to calm after the first burst of pleasure.
“Kkek— kkeuuk—”
The only sounds Jena could make were those strangled, eye-rolling little groans.
One thing was certain: she was rewriting the limits of pleasure she’d ever known.
Her body had gone limp against the bed, both arms clamped around the sheets as if she meant to tear them apart.
Her skin, once as white and untouched as blank paper, was now mottled with red marks.
And her wavy hair had become nothing more than a handle for Song Hoon to hold onto from behind.
“Haaah… my pussy’s swelling up. Keep going, keep going—stab it deeper…”
Jena’s once confident tone had long since turned filthy, crawling subserviently beneath Song Hoon’s beneath him.
“Such a lewd little cunt. Look at you, dripping all over the place even while you’re getting fucked.”
“More. Make it flood so much I’m leaking everywhere.”
“That mouth of yours is getting awfully short.”
Creaaak— creaaak—
“Please… Please…!”
She was practically screaming herself hoarse now.
“Oh. God… Fuck. Fucking me crazy.”
Song Hoon was more than happy to give her exactly what she wanted.
Jena, unable to decide what to do with herself, was stroking not just his body but her own entire body too, writhing as she tried to savor every electric spark of pleasure spreading through her from head to toe.
Her pussy was hot—surprisingly so. And somehow, the inner folds clamped so perfectly around his cock that every inch of her was feeding him an obscene, very satisfying friction.
So this was what a woman in her twenties felt like. The texture of it was almost indecently lush.
“You dirty little bitch. Look at that waist of yours, bucking so happily while I’m buried in you.”
“Haaah. Sex is the best. I feel like my brain’s melting in pleasure…”
The moment his cock twitched inside her cunt, as if ready to unleash a flood of semen, Jena’s hips became even more daring.
“I’m cumming.”
“Inside. Fill me up inside. Hah… I’m going to take my meds, so…”
As if she had no intention of letting him go, Jena wrapped herself tightly around Song Hoon’s body.
Vrrrut—
The semen erupting from his urethra filled her pussy to the brim.
“Haaah. Only once?”
With the heat coiling through her lower abdomen, Jena let all the strength drain from her body.
Pop.
As his cock slipped out of her with the soft sound of escaping air—
“Hah— still?”
Jena stared in shock at Song Hoon’s cock, which was still standing rigid and hard.
Then, as if she meant to clean the mix of her juices and his cum off it, she took it into her mouth.
“Haaah— haaah—”
Apparently, even just sucking on his cock was enough to make her feel pleasure all over again, because she moaned to herself as her tongue licked him clean, polishing his shaft and balls alike.
“Uhaah— uuuungh— sluuurp— shuup—!”
Her once-white pussy was dyed red now.
Even now, juice mixed with semen kept dripping out of her slit, running down her thighs and pattering onto the floor below.
Song Hoon twisted his body and slipped a hand into that quivering cunt.
Jena’s insides were warm and slick, her juices and his cum coating his fingers, but he never stopped digging around inside her.
The instant his hand entered, her pussy clamped down instinctively, pulsing around his fingers.
Still, Song Hoon pushed deeper and deeper, lightly scratching along the walls of her cunt.
“Kyaaah… I’m sensitive. Not there—don’t touch there…”
At some point, Jena had buried her face beside his cock and was clutching him tightly, panting out her moans in helpless little gasps.
“Ughhhn—”
The reaction was immediate. Every time he touched a certain spot, her waist jerked and a moan burst out of her.
“Haaah— so good. I feel like I’m going insane. The orgasm won’t stop…”
Her tongue slack, saliva dripping from her lips, she kept feeling his fingers inside her and rocking her hips.
Like an automatic reflex.
Fussshh—
Each time his fingers moved, her hips kicked and she unleashed another stream, spraying wetly once again.
“Ahhh… again. Again…”
And then, refusing to lose, she got even more ferocious—using not just her mouth now but her throat too, coughing and choking with tears in her eyes as she sucked him.
“Kehk— keeehk—”
The instant his cock swelled as if about to spit out cum into the back of her throat, she gagged and tried to push it out with her throat muscles. But Song Hoon seized her head and shoved himself deeper, flooding her throat with his load.
“Haaah.”
Only after he had spilled enough of it did he pull out.
Jena collapsed against the bed, limp and spent.
Song Hoon smiled at the adorable sight, stroking her hair and pulling her into a light embrace.
“Mmm… that was good…”
And then, a little late, the system window finally appeared before his eyes, and Song Hoon’s expression turned strangely crooked.
[Jena Renee (A+) 2/3]
[First-Time Bonus has been added together.]
[You have gained 120 Sex Points from Jena Renee (A+).]
[You had sex with a woman of a different race for the first time. You have gained 50 Sex Points.]
[You had sex with a married woman. You have gained 30 Sex Points.]
Jena, as if to make sure the point landed, laid herself bare.
“It was dozens of times better than my husband’s…”
She revealed her true identity.
***
After the rather long three rounds of sex finally came to an end, Song Hoon pulled Jena close beside him and rested.
Thanks to their shower together, her hair was still damp and wrapped in a towel, and since her clothes had been sent to laundry service, she was wearing a robe.
“I kind of want to take vacation time, you know?”
For the first time in a while, after sex that had thoroughly stewed her brain, Jena melted into Song Hoon’s arms and idly rolled her nipples between her fingertips.
“Doesn’t your husband wait for you at home?”
“Hubby? Well. He’s on a business trip, isn’t he?”
“Pfft. Right, business.”
Jena buried her face against Song Hoon’s chest, which still held the warmth of their sex.
“Looks like your husband doesn’t do this for you.”
“No. He can’t do it. Do you know how rare a cock this solid is?”
“What do you think? Could you stay here until morning?”
When he repeated the question he’d asked before, Jena shook her head hard.
“Nooo.”
“Why?”
Surely it hadn’t been bad. At her answer, curiosity flickered across his face.
“If I stayed until morning, I think you’d keep me buried for twenty-four hours straight and my pussy would swell up. Your sex drive is insane. What kind of woman are you even living with in Korea?”
Song Hoon laughed and pulled her closer.
“Not a woman. Women.”
“Pfft. Yeah, I figured. There’s no way one would ever be enough for you. What are you going to do about that monstrous libido of yours?”
Even after three rounds, his cock was still standing at full attention, enough to make her let out a helpless laugh.
If he hadn’t suggested a break, he was certain they’d still be going at it on that bed right now.
No—and they would tomorrow, and the day after that too.
Probably right up until the day he left.
Jena’s mouth kept its curved line, never quite seeming to realize it was already smiling.
***
“Maybe if fate brings us together again someday.”
“Pfft. Even if we do meet again, we won’t be able to spend time together like this.”
“Take care.”
After giving Jena a brief kiss and a wave, Song Hoon watched until she disappeared into the airport, then drove back to the hotel.
“Hmm. That was a pretty productive fuck.”
With only 10 Dice Points left, he had collected more than 800 Sex Points.
“Guess I’ll need to roll them at some point later.”
And the day he’d be returning to Korea was not far off either.
The payout from his Powerball win was just around the corner.
Founding the investment firm would happen in a flash the moment he received that prize money.
“Two hundred billion and seven hundred billion.”
In the end, he’d settled on 200 billion won of his own funds and 700 billion won in investor capital.
He’d originally thought 100 billion would be enough, but better safe than sorry.
“We’re really right on top of it now. Puhahaha… 200 billion. Two hundred billion I can spend however I want. Maybe I should live like that guy too.”
While thinking about how to spend money, he’d found a man named Travis Baynon.
An Australian businessman and entrepreneur.
Though to Koreans, he was probably more famous for a single photograph than anything else.
The one with the mansion in the background at night, and him out for a walk with two women in bikinis, both of them wearing leashes.
“That kind of life doesn’t seem bad.”
Whether it was possible in Korea was another question entirely.
But couldn’t he at least imitate it?
And if not, he could always live like that in the United States.
He could even charter a private jet if he wanted.
“The best thing would be to be famous while staying out of the spotlight, I guess.”
Especially in Korea, the moment someone became a celebrity, weren’t they immediately dragged down?
That was why the ideal goal was an infamous nobody. A hidden hand. A shadow behind the curtain.
“Invest from behind the scenes, collect my cut, have sex, gather points.”
And then, based on that success and reputation, take over South Korea and spread outward from there.
Of course, first he needed to reach Stage 3.
“I’m pretty sure it means having sex with women of every rank. I just don’t know where the limit is.”
Dice at least had a clear cap. Ranks did not.
“There’s definitely an S-rank.”
The question was whether there was anything above that.
If there was, that might become a nuisance.
He’d already fucked this many women, and yet the highest he’d seen was A-rank.
So where the hell was he supposed to find women above S-rank?
“Models. Idols. singers. Actresses. Hmm… I’ll probably find them if I keep fucking my way through them.”
As he shook his head, his phone rang.
“Hello?”
“Hoon. This is Michael. It looks like the winnings will be paid out tomorrow. Congratulations in advance.”
Ah. At last, that moment had arrived.