Coworkers 1, 2, 3
“Yeah....”
At that low, forceful command, Seol Yeomyeong felt her heart drop as she propped her upper body against the bed and bent over the way Song Hoon wanted.
Of course, she adjusted herself to make it even easier for him to thrust into her, and the moment she did, her pussy twitched with excitement, leaking slick in steady streams as if she’d become a sex slave without even realizing it.
It’s not like I’ve ever edited videos much anyway.
He planned to film as much as he could and just cut out the highlights later.
“Please fuck me.”
When he stayed still for a while without doing anything, Seol Yeomyeong squirmed in frustration and swayed her hips invitingly.
Smack—
“Ahng~”
It wasn’t the pained moan from yesterday; this one was pure pleasure.
“I haven’t even done much foreplay, and you’re already this soaked?”
When his palm dragged over her pussy, her slick smeared all over his hand.
They’d only kissed once and had one blowjob, and yet she was already this drenched.
“Hiiing....”
Her voice was shy, but her hips wouldn’t stop swaying.
“This is kind of inconvenient.”
With one hand he held the phone steady and with the other he gripped her hips, lining his cock up with her slit and easing it in slowly.
He made sure the camera angle captured both his cock and her pussy clearly.
Then—sluuurp—his massive cock disappeared from the frame and slid into Seol Yeomyeong’s cunt.
“H-hey—it's in... Haa, feels good.”
Maybe because he’d shoved it in so suddenly, a sharp little cry burst from her lips at the unexpected timing.
He gathered her hair in one hand, made it into a ponytail, and tugged her head up by it like he was holding a handle.
“Hheh... feels good... ”
With just one thrust, Seol Yeomyeong lifted her head and immediately began gasping out moans to match the pounding rhythm.
“Ah— put it in... ngh. Moree— haah... deep, insiide... ”
With every movement of his hips, her moans would cut off and start again, over and over.
“Ahng, yes. I’m losing it.”
Smack—!
He slapped her ass, and her pussy clenched hard around him.
As if she’d forgotten she was being filmed, every time his cock jabbed at the opening of her womb, filthy words and gasps spilled from her mouth and filled the room.
“Talk dirty for me.”
“Fuck me harder. Ruin my pussy—!”
She howled like a madwoman. Her pussy squeezed his cock, and her behavior grew rougher and rougher, just like the filthy words coming out of her mouth.
Instead of using her hair like a handle, he pressed her head down against the bed with his hand and hammered into her from above as if he meant to drive her into the mattress.
“Ahng... I’m breaking... I think my pussy’s gonna tear...”
When another filthy line came out of her mouth, he brought his hand down so hard on her ass that it left a handprint and forced her cunt to clamp down on him.
It was less sex than the mating of two beasts.
On screen, Seol Yeomyeong’s white skin looked absolutely stunning. In the video, her complexion seemed even paler than it did to the naked eye.
Her body glistened with sweat, and from behind her waist her thin white hands clutched tightly at Song Hoon’s arm.
Her toes curled, and the lower half of her body trembled violently.
“Moree, fuck me more. Use my pussy as much as you want.”
It sounded like the command to speak filthy things was still running through her head.
“Haaah... your cock feels so good... your cock is the best...”
She kept spilling lewd words mixed with moans.
Creaaak— creaaak—
The obscene sound of his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, and—
“How does it taste?”
“Ahng... s-sorry. It tastes better than my boyfriend’s. It tastes sooo good...”
Seol Yeomyeong’s filthy voice was captured exactly in the video.
Her speech gradually grew slurred, her eyes went glassy, and she could barely hold herself together. It was getting hard to stop himself from finishing.
“Inside. Please cum inside me. Pour your cum into my pussy, Manager... please...”
Her pussy clenched even harder.
An uncontrollable orgasm began surging up through his cock, and—
Spurt—
Semen started pouring out through the tip.
“Yes... Manager’s cum, yesss—”
There was so much of it that it squeezed out around the cock buried inside her.
Hah— hah—
Seol Yeomyeong panted roughly.
“Lewd.”
When he pressed on her belly, the semen trapped inside her cunt was forced out little by little, and the sight was unbearably obscene.
“Clean it up.”
At his words, Seol Yeomyeong wobbled down off the bed and, with a dazed expression, took Song Hoon’s cock in her hand and slobbered over it as she sucked.
“Haaah... bro-ken.”
After the storm of sex ended, Seol Yeomyeong fell asleep on the bed, mumbling in her dreams.
“Cute.”
Even after filming the video, he’d gone two more rounds of creampies before he was finally able to pull himself away.
“Turned out well.”
The total length was thirty minutes. Foreplay was almost nonexistent; the blowjob, the penetration, the creampie, and the cleanup together came to about thirty minutes.
The moans blasting through the speaker made his groin throb again, turning him hard all over.
Anyway, there’s no need to show everything in full.
Two minutes or so at most would be enough. He was uploading it not only to show off, but to provoke a response: You want this too, don’t you? You want to be pinned by this cock too, right? You want to scream like the woman in the video and get fucked deep, don’t you?
So he roughly split the footage into three clips.
The first was the rough fucking, with her hair in his grip.
The second was the blowjob.
The third was the cum leaking out through her pussy after the creampie.
That seemed about right. The moans and the size of his cock alone were enough to get the point across.
“Add a watermark.”
He cleanly cropped out the parts where her face showed, or blurred them with mosaic.
In no time at all, he’d made three videos on his phone and uploaded them to his Z account.
He didn’t even bother with a description. The contents were just Coworker 1, 2, 3.
That alone said everything that needed to be said. And the word Manager that kept popping up in the middle was a delicious little bonus all by itself.
It hinted at exactly what kind of relationship they had.
“This feels so strange. I can’t believe I’d ever be uploading a video like this.”
The thought that someone else would watch his sex video—and that he himself had recorded and posted it—sent another peculiar thrill through him.
He’d spent his whole life certain that he’d have nothing to do with things like this. Sex with a young woman like Seol Yeomyeong, the stimulation, even the video itself.
Doing all this to fuck other women too. And yet it wasn’t bad. If anything, it felt good.
After the points investment, it wasn’t just that his cock had grown bigger and harder; his entire body seemed packed with a potency he couldn’t even put into words.
More women. More sex.
Seol Yeomyeong might be delicious, and she was right beside him whenever he wanted to relieve himself, but unfortunately, she was going to have to be pushed down to second place now.
Ding-ding— ding-ding— ding-ding—
Sure enough, a video seemed to hit harder than a few cock photos.
It hadn’t even been a few minutes since he uploaded it, and his phone was already going crazy with notifications.
[Can you fuck me like that too?]
[Holy shit... she’s getting drilled like a dog. You really fuck people like that?]
[Share the girl. She looks insanely tasty.]
[I’m sending you my intro. 165, 69, C....]
[At that photo size, isn’t she basically slender?]
[How about a clean meetup? I’d like to see it once. It could turn into a sex account too.]
“Block all the men. Block all the bullshit too.”
Even after blocking them, there were still over a dozen.
“Damn. Oh— this one... looks like Geonjae would like her. Pass.”
His taste was clear. Pretty or slender, or maybe a bountiful body, or just something sexy enough to fuck.
I’m not so desperate for women that I need to fuck someone who isn’t my type. If anything, I’ll probably run out of time just chasing the girls I do like.
This Z SNS really did seem like a giant lump of naked desire.
“Interesting. This is fun.”
It felt like he’d just stepped into a whole new world.
Every man had a dream car.
For some, it was the real dream—Ferrari, Porsche, something like that.
For others, it was a more realistic dream car.
Song Hoon’s realistic dream car was a BMW. Really, if he could afford an SUV or a 3 Series, that would be good enough.
“And honestly, I’ve got to try car sex at least once.”
The truth was, an SUV was better for car sex than a regular sedan.
And on top of that, Song Hoon’s height and build made an SUV the obvious choice.
“Haa...”
When he looked at the account showing 380 million won from selling Bitcoin, a grin crept across his face.
He started up the used sedan he’d bought earlier, and the odometer reading over 200,000 kilometers and the worn-out interior came into view.
“Yeah, this thing’s about done.”
The car rattled along, sounding like the engine had problems.
“It’s old all right. I bought it for ten million and have driven almost another ten million on top of that.”
He headed to the nearest car dealership, a building that was itself a full-scale auto showroom.
Through the windows visible from outside, more than a dozen cars were lined up, showing off their curves like they were trying to seduce him.
“Welcome!”
“I made a test-drive reservation. For an SUV.”
“Lovely! Please come up to the third floor!”
He took the elevator to the third floor, where every kind of SUV imaginable greeted Song Hoon.
“Welcome!”
“I have a test drive booked for today.”
“Welcome, Song Hoon customer!”
He signed the forms as required and followed the salesperson down to where a car was already waiting.
BMW X5 M60i.
“This will really be an excellent choice. It’s the pinnacle of luxury sport utility vehicles, isn’t it?”
As they drove the prepared route, the salesperson kept talking.
“The interior is superb, too. And the exit feel is absolutely incredible.”
That much was true. He loved the car’s heavy, solid presence.
It looked spacious enough in the back seat for sex, too. And it even had a sunroof.
And before the test drive was even over—
“I’ll take this one.”
“Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!”
Anyway, it wasn’t the first of the many cars he’d eventually buy, was it?