Rejuvenating at the Hotel
Back when he was poor, he'd consoled himself with the excuse that he was simply too busy chasing money—or too busy turning a blind eye to his miserable reality—to ever find a spare moment to feel lonely.
But now... now that he had achieved everything, this moment was different.
This delicious food... if Mom and Dad were still alive, how much would they have loved it. "I just won five billion won—quit your jobs, your son will pamper you from now on"—and yet I don't even have a family to make that one phone call to. God, me.
Even with bundles of cash worth billions in his arms, the single fact that no family existed to fill this long, wide table sent bitterness rising in Jihoon until it pooled right beneath his chin.
The one hole that money couldn't fill. It was emptier than he had ever imagined.
"Ah, fuck. Look at me, getting all weepy and pathetic."
Jihoon downed the rest of his wine in one gulp and shook his head hard. Moping in a hovel had been quite enough back in his semi-basement rental days—now that he was rich, he could soothe his loneliness the rich man's way, and that was that.
"Right. These petty sad thoughts—I'll just bury them under a mountain of money. I'll storm the department store's VIP floor right this second, grab a flashy watch, put a car on the card in one lump sum. All these tacky clothes, too—wiped out and replaced with top-shelf luxury, every last item."
With the primal pleasure that material things provided and the dopamine rush of shopping, this measly little loneliness would surely evaporate in an instant.
Jihoon slapped the table and rose to his feet. His eyes began to gleam all over again with greed and lust.
"And tonight... I'll book a five-star hotel penthouse suite and have myself a proper hotel staycation. If being alone is lonely, then I just buy a woman with money and lay her down beside me. Problem solved, right?"
Lil Buddy—which had been wailing ever since it was dragged, kicking and screaming, out of Yevgenya's massive breasts and drenched mouth in his dream—had now, after a meal of the ultra-premium abalone delicacy besides, swelled up inside his pants until it throbbed beyond all control, flaunting its presence for all it was worth.
Loneliness could be forgotten with pleasure, and solitude with the sticky friction of flesh.
That night, in the penthouse suite on the top floor of a five-star hotel overlooking all of downtown Seoul.
Inside the huge square tub of top-grade marble set directly before the floor-to-ceiling glass, the wet slap of flesh against flesh and the sloshing of water tangled together in a dizzying chorus that echoed through the room.
With the glittering night view casting a dim glow through the bathroom, Jihoon was in the tub, an ebony-haired woman with a sleek bob pulled back against his chest as he hammered his hips into her in a ferocious doggystyle.
"Ah! Ahh! Oppa! Aah, oppa! Go easy! You're so biiig...!"
She was the woman Jihoon had specially called in as an Ace for tonight.
Bracing both hands on the tub's edge with her hips hoisted high, she poured out melting cries without a moment's pause, keeping perfect time with his rough thrusts. Every time Jihoon slammed up into her from behind, her body pitched forward and her breasts smacked wetly against the cold glass window and the marble wall of the tub, pressed flat under the impact.
"Hah, hah... Fuck, you grip like a dream."
Roughly kneading her plump, water-slicked ass in both hands, Jihoon drove his hips faster, like a beast in heat.
Smack! Creak! Splash!
The warm water in the tub leapt and sprayed in every direction from their violent coupling. Even joined beneath the surface, her pussy clung tight to Jihoon's massive cock, gripping it with not a sliver of space to spare.
Her scalding juices mingled with the bathwater into a natural lubricant, and every time his pillar dragged along the bumpy ridges of her inner walls, a jolt of pleasure shot up his spine.
"Hahh... Good. So good. This is so fucking good."
Her professional, shamelessly seductive moaning sent his lust to conquer boiling over. Gripping the nape beneath her black bob, he shoved his cock in to the very root as if to crush her cervix.
"Ahh! Ah! Oppa, right there! You're too deeeep...!"
"Hah... I'm cumming! Dumping it all inside you!!"
With Jihoon's roar, boiling semen burst from the taut tip of his glans like a waterfall.
"Ahhhhhnn... Ah! Oppa, your cum... Hahh!"
She put on an exaggerated show, quivering from head to toe as though climaxing herself, and the moment his release ended she went limp and slid smoothly down to the slick floor of the tub. As his cock pulled free with a wet pop, bathwater laced with white cum trickled down from between her gaping pussy.
Panting hard against the rim of the tub, she swept her soaked bob back from her face and rolled her body toward him with practiced seduction. Then she looped her arms around his neck and peppered his cheek and forehead with soft, smacking kisses.
"Hahh... You're amazing, Oppa. Those hips are unreal—I honestly thought I was going to die. It felt sooo good~"
Her nasal, honeyed aegyo was the perfect service line, the kind engineered to make any man's shoulders square with pride.
And sure enough, the thirst Lil Buddy had suffered through for days was finally quenched, and physically speaking, it had felt insanely good.
But... as the post-nut clarity came flooding in, a cold, ruthlessly rational comparative analysis began to unfold in Jihoon's mind.
It's definitely good... but something's missing.
Even as he accepted her kisses, Jihoon's brow creased faintly. First, that famous "grip." Befitting the priciest, most in-demand woman millions of won could rent, her technique was impeccable—but it couldn't hold a candle to the memory of Yevgenya's inner walls in his dream, so scalding and tight they'd stolen the breath from his lungs.
Worse, the cries she'd screamed mere moments ago as she "climaxed" were so mechanical, so utterly soulless, that their thoroughly calculated nature as "acting" was plain to hear.
Above all, what soured Jihoon's mood was the look in her eyes. Even melted against him mid-kiss, she kept darting little glances past the open bathroom door toward the bedroom—where the shopping bags Jihoon had all but swept off the department store's luxury floor that afternoon sat piled up like a mountain. It was obvious her greedy, calculating gaze was locked on those material spoils rather than on a man's warmth or his love.
It was worlds apart from Yevgenya's pure eyes, which had worshipped him like a god and hurled herself body and soul into her blind affection and tears.
Swallowing the bitterness, Jihoon licked roughly at her red lips and tongue and squeezed her breasts hard in both hands.
And her tits are... fucking tiny...
He had specifically, emphatically requested they send a "glamour girl with the biggest tits available," yet the flat, unremarkable texture that didn't even fill one hand made him click his tongue inwardly.
Yevgenya's breasts had been like cannonballs. The heavy weight that had smothered his cock without a gap during a titjob, the pressure that had nearly suffocated him, the sweet scent of flesh that had curled around the tip of his nose, the softness of her skin—he craved it all again so violently it ached.
The fact that a flesh-and-blood Ace, a ten-out-of-ten pro, couldn't reach even the soles of his dream wife's feet pulled a hollow laugh out of him.
"Oppa, why are you laughing? Am I not pretty?"
"No, it's because you are. We booked the all-night course, right? We're going at it till sunrise, so pace yourself and save that stamina."
Kneading her breasts, Jihoon curved his lips into a crooked smile. Sure, it was soulless sex with a body that fell short of Yevgenya's littlest toe—but it was still service he'd poured money into. It was more than enough to pound away and excrete his lust until he dropped, clear until the morning sun came up.
Jihoon draped his arms over the tub's edge and gazed out at Seoul's dazzling nightscape spread dizzyingly far below beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass.
This feeling—cradling a million-won woman naked in his arms in a penthouse bath, looking down on the world beneath his feet, savoring the lingering aftershocks of his release.
Even with a thirst not perfectly quenched still lurking in a corner of his chest, the sheer superiority of standing at the very summit of capitalism, enjoying sex with the night view as his side dish, was electric enough to make him shiver.
Jihoon roughly hauled her drowsily nestling body into the cage of his broad chest. Trailing his tongue down the smooth, water-beaded line of her shoulder, he clamped one hand tight around her modest breast.
The flimsy feel of it, fitting so easily into a single palm, drew another hollow laugh—but he opened his mouth like a beast and began devouring her breasts with gluttonous abandon.
Slurp, shluuurp... smack, mwah...!
As if biting into ripe fruit, he sucked her areola hard between his lips, then chewed and gnawed at her stiffly jutting nipple with his teeth.
"Ahh! Ah, oppa... it hurrrts...!"
Moaning, she wound her arms around Jihoon's neck. Under the ravaging of his lips and tongue upon her chest, her body shivered once more in the hot bathwater.
Even as his mouth tormented her nipple without mercy and teased it with his tongue, Jihoon's remaining hand parted the warm waves of the tub and headed south. When his fingers reached her hidden crotch swaying beneath the water, they found her pussy still radiating heat, even as his own cum and her juices from minutes ago washed away.
Jihoon stretched his index and middle fingers long and began slowly sinking them into her gaping entrance beneath the water.
"Mmnh...! Ah..."
The warm bathwater was sucked in along with his fingers into her narrow channel. The inner walls that had swallowed his massive cock until moments ago accepted two fingers without complaint, but the peculiar underwater pressure and the friction of her bumpy membranes came through his fingertips with vivid clarity.
"Ahhh... O-oppa...! Ah, gently... be gentle...! Hah!"
She flinched, clutching hard at Jihoon's shoulders. Startled by the relentless barrage of stimulation from his fingers, she strained to squeeze her legs shut, instinctively letting out a nasal whine of refusal.
That shallow, defensive little reaction.
Jihoon drew his lips a fraction away from her breast and clicked his tongue coldly on the inside.
Hah... this seriously pisses me off.
Such petty defiance, in such pathetic contrast to Yevgenya's overwhelming obedience.
Where does a cheap little bitch like you get off making demands of your master? You just shut up and chew on my fingers and swallow, that's all you're for.
Her insufficiently submissive attitude brought a strange displeasure and indignation boiling up in him. But instead of letting it show, Jihoon lent the movement of his submerged fingers an even more overt violence.
"Be gentle, was it? Got it. Just relax."
Whispering the sweet lie even as he spoke it, Jihoon hooked the tips of his index and middle fingers, buried deep inside her, like a fishhook.
"Aaaahh! Oppa! A-ah! Hahh!!"
She screamed, her voice splintering. His two fingers had begun raking roughly across the most sensitive spot of her inner walls.
Squelch, squelch.
In time with his fingers churning through her beneath the water, the surface of the tub heaved and shuddered with waves. At the same time, Jihoon set his free thumb to work, sweeping it down over the pubic hair that clung to her like strands of seaweed, soaked flat by the warm water.
The pad of his thumb located her clit—swollen like a bean—with pinpoint accuracy and began grinding it as if to crush it underfoot.
"Haaahh!! No, ah! Not there... not th—ah! Too much, Hnnnaaaahh!!"
Inside, two fingers scraped her walls without mercy; outside, a thumb ground her clit down as if to pulverize it—a maddening pincer assault. And on top of it all, the warm bathwater acted as lubricant, amplifying every sensation to its absolute limit.
From the mouth of the woman who had been anything but obedient, not even a plea to "be gentle" could emerge anymore. All that burst out were beast-like cries, her whole body trembling as drool spilled from her lips.