Will You Meet Me? Huh? Nice and Deep—
“Oppa. Oppa. Oppa.”
It was eleven o’clock, a late-morning hour already drifting toward lunch.
Lee Yeoreum, who had woken early, was straddling Song Hoon’s body, propping her chin on her hands as she kept poking his cheek with a finger.
“Why?”
“Want to meet up with me? Hm? Nice and deep—”
“W-What?!”
The moment she heard that, Seo Haneul, who had only just been half-awake, bolted upright in flustered surprise and looked back and forth between Song Hoon and Lee Yeoreum.
She was shocked that Yeoreum had tossed out words she herself had never even dared to say so casually.
And it wasn’t just her—Kim Nagyeong was probably the same.
“Forget it. I don’t get tied down to one woman. Why bother?”
“Hng... you really are a fortress, aren’t you? No wonder Haneul unnie is so startled. Looks like you’ve got plenty of women too. Tsk. Have I fallen into your clutches too?”
Lee Yeoreum kicked her feet lightly and laid her face against Song Hoon’s chest.
“After tasting this cock, how am I supposed to go looking for another one?”
Just thinking about it made her pussy tingle. No, it was already so thoroughly used that if it got stuffed again, pain would probably come before pleasure.
Sniff, sniff—
“Ah... your skin smells great too. I’m really going to get addicted. At this rate, I’m doomed.”
Lee Yeoreum looked at Seo Haneul’s relieved expression and smiled in a way that was almost infuriatingly smug.
“If you call Haneul unnie, make sure you call me too. Better yet, call me separately.”
“What?! Why!”
“Oppa~”
With a voice as sly as a fox’s and a body that swayed like it was melting, Lee Yeoreum whispered into Song Hoon’s ear.
“A foursome sounds exciting, doesn’t it? If it’s you, Oppa, I think you could handle it just fine. Hee. I’m good with however many.”
Ah, Lee Yeoreum was quite the little vixen.
The very kind of vixen that suited this sweltering summer perfectly.
“Haaah...”
Back home, Lee Yeoreum stretched herself out on the bed and let her body go completely slack.
She honestly felt too worn out to move at all.
How many times had she been fucked, anyway? It even made her wonder whether a person could really possess that much stamina.
“Aaaah... it’s so quiet...”
The house was silent. The racket from just a little while ago felt like nothing more than a mirage.
Song Hoon: “I’m curious, though. I’ll come visit your side of the world sometime. It’d be even better if you introduce me to your friends.”
Lee Yeoreum: “Pfft... with women? Got it~ I know plenty of close streamer friends~ Whether I can hook them is up to you, Oppa.”
She had said it like that, but honestly, she didn’t think there was anything he couldn’t hook. Face, wealth, body, sex skills.
He didn’t seem to be missing anything.
As her thoughts drifted naturally back to last night’s sex, her pussy went wet and tingly like Pavlov’s dog had just heard the bell.
“Haa... that was insane sex.”
The final round had been truly... brutal.
When he grabbed her short bob by the hair and forced her to tilt her head back, she had no words left at all.
And when that cock had driven into her as if it were piercing straight through her entire body, all she could do was make broken little choking sounds.
“Seriously, I feel like I could go one or two weeks without it and still be fine.”
Even on the way home, her legs had been so weak she’d had to take a taxi and practically crawl inside.
When she opened KakaoTalk, which she hadn’t checked all night, she let out a sigh.
“Ugh...”
Razu: “Yeoreum, you sick or something? Want me to come check on you?”
Ikkun: “Yeoreum~ you said you were sick~ Where are you right now? I’ll bring medicine and swing by. Want to meet for a bit?”
JinCol: “[Porridge gift card]. Eat up.”
Frider: “You okay? Have you been to a hospital? Big sis, should I come?”
There had been a lot of messages piled up overnight.
More than twenty missed calls, too.
She shook her head.
Most of them were probably just trying to stack a little goodwill and then screw her later.
There were a few sincere health check-ins mixed in, sure, but the majority of them were obvious enough that you could see the motive from a mile away.
No matter how much the streamer world might be the animal kingdom, she wasn’t going to pick up just anything that got handed to her.
MioJjing: “Seeing you go silent all night... you had a hot night, didn’t you?”
ShinNara: “lol Hot night? Huh? The guys are freaking out because you won’t answer them lol. Who were you letting screw you this time lol.”
CheeseCat: “Who was it this time? Was he tasty?”
MioJjing: “You’ve got a boyfriend and you’re still way too curious, Cat!”
CheeseCat: “A boyfriend is a boyfriend~”
Since even the streamers who knew each other’s true colors were sending messages as if they understood everything, Lee Yeoreum grinned and sent back a long reply packed with a photo of Song Hoon’s cock from the night before and her own electrified impressions.
“This is the kind of thing you can’t really explain in words, you know.”
If you ate something delicious, of course you had to brag about it.
It was a sort of superiority, a way of saying she was different from the others, and besides, among them, it was an old competitive game.
Buzzzzz—
Her messenger started exploding almost immediately.
What size was it? What did he look like? What was the background? Had they gone to a hotel?
“Heehee...”
She was satisfied beyond words.
Had the whole process up to now just been a tutorial?
Starting with Z and moving on to Kim Nagyeong, then Seo Haneul, and finally Lee Yeoreum, he’d slept with a lot of pretty “easy” women.
Of course, thanks to that, he’d also managed to reach Stage 2 and rack up a huge number of points.
You could almost call it a kind of pipeline that kept feeding him a steady stream of points.
Hmm... the highest payouts seem to come from other races, women who already belong to someone else, and group sex.
Easy or difficult, both were worth investing in. Married women gave thirty extra points, and women with boyfriends gave twenty more.
A threesome earned thirty points, and a foursome earned forty, with another ten added for each extra person.
Threesomes don’t even feel much different from regular sex anymore.
The threshold for pleasure kept rising.
More points, more pleasure.
Life really never gave him a chance to be bored.
“Huh? U-um... hello?”
While he was lost in thought and running on the treadmill, someone greeted him. Song Hoon slowed the machine and turned his head, and an all-too-familiar woman’s face came into view.
“Hello?”
For a moment, Song Hoon was about to act as though he recognized her.
“Uh... do you know me, by any chance?”
But that day, Yu Jiyeon had definitely been wearing a hat, a mask, and glasses, so he asked back as if he didn’t know her.
“Ah! Right... from the elevator a little while ago.”
“Ah? Ah! You’re Yu Jiyeon.”
“Yes... I’m sorry again about that day. I’ve been a little on edge lately.”
“Oh, no need. I’d already received more than enough of an apology. It was definitely a situation that could’ve been misunderstood.”
Song Hoon smiled faintly and waved it off.
When he checked later, Yu Jiyeon was twenty-four this year.
The grade that had flashed before his eyes and vanished was still SS.
“Looks like you came to work out? Don’t most celebrities have a place where they get personal training?”
“Yes. I usually go to a different gym, but lately it’s become a little hard to go out...”
Maybe because of the stalker she’d mentioned before?
It probably wasn’t just the gym anymore—she likely didn’t feel safe anywhere.
He didn’t know firsthand, of course, but it couldn’t have been a small amount of stress.
Who was he to even guess at that kind of thing?
“Uh...”
Since Yu Jiyeon seemed eager to wrap up the conversation quickly, Song Hoon let his mind race.
What can I say that will keep the conversation going a little longer, and leave a good impression? Something that feels comfortable.
There was no way Yu Jiyeon would look at him sexually, so pheromone perfume wouldn’t do a thing. On top of that, she was already extremely wary of men, so he needed to dilute that tension somehow.
Comfort level? Is that even a thing?
There it was. So even abstract values could be checked.
Invest ten.
He immediately poured ten Dice Points into the comfort stat.
“Ah... um. Well, this place is still pretty strict about security, so that’s a relief. Once I’m done exercising, I can just go straight back upstairs home.”
Song Hoon continued, his heart quietly pounding.
He wondered what kind of reaction she would show.
“Right. That’s why I went through the trouble of moving here, honestly.”
“I see. That makes sense.”
Luckily, the point investment seemed to have worked. She didn’t look uncomfortable, only nodded carefully with a faintly more relaxed expression.
Her wariness hadn’t vanished completely. It was more like she was simply matching the atmosphere now.
“By the way, would it be okay if I asked what kind of work you do?”
At her age, living in a super penthouse probably did make people curious.
“I work in investment.”
Dice Capital Partners
Song Hoon, CEO
He naturally took one business card from the card holder clipped to the back of his phone and handed it over.
“Dice Capital Partners?”
Yu Jiyeon tilted her head at the unfamiliar name.
“We only started not long ago. We launched our first investment work recently. Independent films, to be exact.”
“Ahh~ That’s a good thing to do.”
Song Hoon smiled, and Yu Jiyeon carefully read the line on the card that identified him as CEO Song Hoon before slipping it into her phone case.
“You may hear rumors within a year.”
“Pardon?”
“We’ve only just started our first investment, but I’m planning to expand aggressively. And maybe... as a Midas touch?”
He smiled, and Yu Jiyeon seemed to take it as a joke meant to put her at ease, because she let out a soft snort of laughter.
Beautiful.
It wasn’t flattery—the laugh really was beautiful. Not the polished sort you saw on television, but the one that burst out in the moment.
“I have to get going for work, so I’ll be leaving first.”
This was the right moment to cut it off. There was no point in clinging any longer when there wasn’t anything else to say right now.
“Oh? Yes—”
Yu Jiyeon smiled and dipped her head, and Song Hoon bowed back. When the elevator doors closed, he clenched his fist tightly.
Not bad.
The first two meetings had gone better than expected. Sure, he’d had actual business to attend to, but the timing had been good too.