What Do You Think of the Video?
The moment her boyfriend appeared, the chat went dead.
Song Hoon took a few pictures of his raging cock, doing his best to make it look as big as possible.
In photos, it felt different again. Bigger than he’d imagined. No, longer might be the better word. Or maybe thicker was more accurate.
“Whose cock is this handsome?”
He entered Z, created an account, and styled it to look similar to the sex-jet accounts he’d seen earlier.
“Blondes only. Or big-breasted girls. Or just beautiful women.”
It was still pretty bare for now. If possible, one video would be perfect.
“Hmm... should I ask Yeomyeong to film something with me?”
She probably wouldn’t refuse. She’d already fallen for him hard enough.
“If she says yes, I’ll just fuck her a little rougher.”
He uploaded two cock shots in a row, then shut the app with a satisfied nod. No videos yet, anyway.
What, was he supposed to get a response that fast? It was only two cock photos.
Besides, that sex-jet on Z was, quite literally, just a point farm.
Thinking of Seol Yeomyeong as only C+ meant the women he’d meet there probably wouldn’t be any higher than B grade, at best.
“Hmm. Fourteen points. What should I spend them on?”
He stood in front of the full-length mirror.
“My cock is second priority for now.”
For the moment, this was enough. What mattered now was his body and his money.
“Yeomyeong was C+ grade. Which means there’s definitely better out there. And if I want to sleep with women like that, my cock alone isn’t enough.”
He had to upgrade himself. A pretty rice cake was nice to eat, after all.
And if what he got in return tasted like honey, wouldn’t that just mean even more points?
“Too many places to spend them, not enough dice.”
He needed points. No—he needed sex, desperately.
“Invest five points into reducing body fat.”
He used five of the fourteen points.
His whole body started trembling, as if he’d just wrung every ounce of strength out of himself in the gym, and sweat began pouring down like crazy.
Then, as the pain faded, faint lines started appearing across the belly that had been buried under layers of flesh.
“Ugh... that effect is insane.”
The body-fat reduction from those five points had brought him down into the mid-teens.
That left nine points. Next up was money. One point. If he invested it in money, that would become one won.
Honestly, that was the biggest thing he had to think about. In money terms, one point was just one won.
“One unit that holds massive value. Yeah, nothing beats that.”
He turned on his phone and tapped the app button.
“Bitcoin.”
Safe, and low-risk. One point was just an increase of one digit.
Stocks, no matter how much he held, would only amount to so little. And if some stock that hadn’t existed before suddenly increased, there was too much risk of getting identified.
“One Bitcoin is... about ninety-five million won.”
With some spare cash, he bought 0.1 Bitcoin. The important thing was how much to buy.
Even while he hesitated, Bitcoin kept shifting its value at a rapid pace.
“Invest four points into Bitcoin.”
His heart pounded.
He wasn’t certain it would work, but this too was a number directly related to himself, wasn’t it?
“Oh... fuck.”
The instant his holdings jumped from 0.1 Bitcoin to 4.1, Song Hoon clenched his fist, feeling a pleasure greater than any lust pounding through his skull.
“Money’s copying itself.”
4.1 Bitcoin. In an instant, he’d made 380 million won.
With only four points.
The cost-performance ratio was ridiculous.
“Ha... haha...”
Was this what dopamine was supposed to feel like?
“What should I do with this?”
Countless possibilities flashed through his mind.
The kind of fantasy everyone had once had: if he won first prize in the lottery, he’d spend this much here, that much there. Now that common dream had become reality.
And that wasn’t all. He still had five points left untouched, just in case.
“Should I move? No—buy a car? A watch wouldn’t be bad either. There are so many ways to spend money.”
Then there was only one answer.
“The right thing to invest in is getting more women into bed.”
That had to be the top priority, no question.
“A car. If possible, a foreign one.”
There was nothing like the thrill that came with stepping out of a nice car.
And anyway, he could make that money back after a few rounds of sex.
“Building a positive feedback loop is best.”
Ding—ding—
At the tail end of his thoughts, his phone kept ringing with alerts. When Song Hoon checked the messages, he muttered,
“What the hell.”
He’d only uploaded a couple of cock photos.
“Why the fuck are faggots contacting me?”
The problem was that it wasn’t just women messaging him. He blocked those one by one, but the messages he checked after that were already piling up.
Most of them were asking whether his cock was real.
“Damn, there are this many people obsessed with cock?”
His shoulders unconsciously squared. It meant it looked delicious enough to tempt them.
For now, most of them were only testing the waters. Meeting people online was easy, and at the same time, not easy at all.
“Ignore them all for now.”
Once videos started going up, they’d all come running on their own anyway.
He couldn’t let himself be led. He always had to be the one doing the leading.
Just like Seol Yeomyeong, who seemed completely drunk on his cock.
***
When he checked the intercom, Seol Yeomyeong was standing there in a shy little pose, her coat pulled tight around her as she stamped her feet against the cold.
The sight of her made him smirk.
“Brr. It’s coooold.”
The instant she came inside, Yeomyeong threw herself into Song Hoon’s arms.
Then she rubbed her face against his chest and let out a soft breath.
Honestly, she was a little scared. She worried she’d end up like the day before, getting pounded again and again until she lost half her mind.
Song Hoon’s stamina was simply too much for her to handle on her own.
But I can’t help it, can I?
Once she’d tasted pleasure that tore through the ceiling, Seol Yeomyeong had lost all rational thought.
And yesterday night, in that brief encounter with her boyfriend, the contrast had been so crushing it only made things worse.
That didn’t mean she was planning to break up with her boyfriend and date Song Hoon, of course. Her relationship with her boyfriend wasn’t built on love alone, after all.
So this kind of arrangement didn’t seem so bad either.
Maybe once a week...
Wouldn’t that be really nice?
“Ahh—”
When Song Hoon grabbed her ass hard, memories of this house slowly rose to the surface, and a sweet moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.
“You missed me, didn’t you?”
“I don’t knowwww. What am I supposed to do when you turned me into this, Manager?”
As she spoke, she pressed herself closer to him and started rubbing her body against his.
Song Hoon naturally led Seol Yeomyeong toward the bedroom, and every step left traces behind them like shedding snake skin.
“Aren’t you being a little too impatient?”
“I think you’re the impatient one, Yeomyeong.”
They hadn’t even done anything yet, and the area around her pussy was already damp while her nipples stood hard and erect—not like in the photos at all.
“Ahh... this... feels so good.”
When Seol Yeomyeong kissed him, breath sweet and trembling, and then naturally bent her knees to place her face between his thighs, Song Hoon picked up his phone.
“Yeomyeong. What do you think about a video?”
“A... video?”
“I’ll cover your face well. I was thinking of uploading it to Z.”
He didn’t bother beating around the bush and went straight to the point.
“Shouldn’t someone else get a taste of this too?”
“With another girl... you mean?”
Then he tapped her face lightly with his cock.
“Could I satisfy you by myself? Every day?”
“Hng... but still.”
She sounded reluctant, but there was no real resistance in her expression.
Approval shimmered there, plain as day.
“Don’t worry. I’ll cover your face, so all they’ll see is you sucking and me fucking you from behind.”
When Yeomyeong looked like she was still thinking it over, Song Hoon slowly pulled his cock farther away from her face.
“It’s embarrassing...”
As the cock drifted farther and farther away, her pink tongue stuck out long, as though mourning its retreat, and she licked the air up and down.
“Film it all and show me later. I want to see it too! And you have to do me at least once as well!”
“Pfft.”
So that was what she was hung up on. She was unbearably cute.
“Of course. I’ve got to taste that pussy of yours at least once in a while. It’s this good.”
With her permission, he pressed his cock back to her face again. Her expression melted into a dazed grin as she wrapped her tongue around the whole length and licked it like an ice pop.
Ding—
The video mode switched on, and Yeomyeong’s cock-sucking started recording on the phone screen.
“Hng... it’s embarrassing.”
“Don’t say anything. Just suck it properly. I won’t say your name either.”
He gently stroked her head. But it seemed the thought of filming had already been wiped clean from her mind.
All she could focus on now was sucking him while puffing out hot little breaths.
Finding the sensation a little too dull, Song Hoon gathered her hair in his hand and shoved his cock all the way to the back of her throat.
“Keh... khek—”
A strangled cough burst out around his cock, and her hands flailed wildly, but he still didn’t stop forcing his way in, using her mouth like a fleshlight.
Sometimes his cock scraped against her teeth and stung, but the pleasure was so much greater that he didn’t stop.
All the way from the tip of the head to the moment that pleasure reached his brain.
Only when that electric sensation hit did he finally stop.
“Kehk—haaah. Haaah... you’re being so rough...”
Freed from his cock, Seol Yeomyeong panted hard, eyes brimming with tears as she looked up at Song Hoon.
She was so damn cute that Song Hoon dropped to one knee and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Then he whispered softly,
“Get on the bed and lie down.”