Before Going to Claim the Money
Her pink nipples, stiff and taut with arousal, had begun rubbing against the most sensitive tip of Jihoon's glans and his urethra — subtly at first, but with a maddening persistence.
"Aah—...!"
The sharp, crackling friction of her hard nipples grinding against his swollen, bursting glans struck straight at his brain. Jihoon's back arched like a drawn bow.
But Yevgenya's devotion didn't end there.
While she alternated crushing his glans between her two nipples, she parted her thick, crimson lips and slid out her burning hot tongue.
"Behhh~!"
Her tongue — red and supple as a serpent — began licking up and down the length of Jihoon's blood-engorged cock, which jutted out from the valley between her enormous breasts.
Slurp... shlooop... schlick... shuuup...
The slick, heavy pressure of her breasts clamped tight around him, the pointed friction of her nipples teasing their way into the groove of his glans, and the damp, clinging glide of her overheated tongue trailing down the full length of his shaft.
Three different, perfectly violent stimulations assailed Jihoon's cock all at once.
"Hhk...!! Yev... Yevgenya...! Haaahhh...!"
His reason burned away in pleasure so extreme it felt like the fuses in his brain were blowing one by one. Panting, he impulsively seized a rough handful of Yevgenya's swaying blonde hair.
And then, without mercy, he slammed her pretty head down toward his crotch.
"Hup...!"
It was sudden and violent, but Yevgenya didn't panic or resist in the slightest.
On the contrary — as if welcoming her master's rough lead, she flashed a sultry, smiling look up at him and smoothly, naturally shifted from paizuri into serving him with her mouth.
Parting her lips, she swallowed Jihoon's massive cock whole in a single motion as it emerged from between her cleavage.
"Shluruuuup...! Shhhhlick...!"
Her scorching oral walls wrapped around his cock without leaving a millimeter of space.
Even with her hair seized and her head pinned immobile, she desperately worked her tongue to caress his glans, opening her throat all the way down to take Jihoon's shaft to the very root, deep into her gullet.
At the same time, her slender fingers slid lower, stroking and firmly kneading the heavy weights of Jihoon's balls, layering on stimulation that bordered on madness.
"Haah... fuck, Yevgenya... I'm gonna cum...! Cumming...!!"
Pleasure beyond its limit stiffened Jihoon's entire body, and an explosive urge to release surged up from the tip of his urethra.
"Mmph...! Mmph...!"
The moment Jihoon announced his climax, Yevgenya gripped his thighs with both hands, her throat bobbing up and down as if determined to drink down every last drop of his hot seed.
Her esophagus contracted powerfully, wringing hard at his cock — and in the very instant Jihoon was about to erupt, bellowing like a beast, scalding semen into the deepest reaches of her mouth—
Ding-dong-! Ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-!!!
A doorbell shrill enough to split eardrums, grating and neurotic, slammed into his eardrums from the front door.
"Oh, for fuck's— what the hell! Way to ruin the mood, goddammit...!"
Jihoon twisted his head around, his face contorted in a scowl.
He could feel the perfect, peak-stage pleasure going ice-cold and fading away.
Yevgenya, too, seemed to startle, slowly easing her lips off the cock still filling her mouth.
Wistfully, she gave one long lick up his glans and shaft, cleaning away her saliva, then swallowed with a soft gulp.
"Oh my... it seems an important delivery has arrived, husband..."
Kneeling there demurely, she gazed up at Jihoon with an apologetic expression.
"N-no, ignore it! Don't pay attention to it, just keep going, hurry... I'm about to cum, I said...!"
Irritated, Jihoon grabbed Yevgenya's hair again and tried to drag her head back down between his legs.
But her head didn't budge an inch.
And the moment Jihoon looked down at her face in confusion, his heart plummeted.
From Yevgenya's eyes — glistening with sensuality mere seconds ago — thick, transparent tears were falling, drop by drop.
Looking at him with an expression so sorrowful it ached, she whispered in a trembling voice.
"Not yet... it's not yet time..."
"What...? What are you talking about, Yevgenya...?"
"Please find me, husband... please... save me..."
The sight of her weeping and pleading made Jihoon's heart lurch violently.
But at the same time, a wave of indignation and sheer absurdity washed over him.
"Huh...? Hey, come on! This is my dream! My dream, where I do whatever I want! You can't do this! If you start something, you see it through — who the hell stops here!!"
Watching Yevgenya's form grow fainter and fainter, Jihoon screamed as if in his death throes.
"What is this?! Is this one of those paywalls — pay to see the rest?! Am I supposed to make an in-app purchase?! It's my dream, so please don't go!! Don't gooooooo!!!!"
Reaching desperately into empty space to grasp her retreating hand, Jihoon let out a harrowing shriek.
"Gahh—!!"
Sucking in a ragged breath, Jihoon's eyes snapped open.
Before him was the ceiling of his old, grime-stained, mold-flecked basement room.
His whole body was drenched in cold sweat, and his heart was pounding like it might burst.
"I love Monday! Monday's the best~♪"
The source of that ear-splitting ding-dong was his smartphone's morning alarm, blazing away right beside his pillow.
The innocent, deranged singing of the sponge who lived in a fruit down in the deep sea rang out, filling the cramped little room from wall to wall.
"Argh, fuck...!!"
Jihoon snatched up his phone in a fit of irritation and killed the alarm.
He cursed yesterday's self with everything he had — the self who, terrified of missing the bank's opening time, had set the most obnoxious ringtone imaginable.
"God damn it... I shouldn't have set an alarm at all. Why did I have to wake up at that exact moment..."
Letting out a hollow sigh, Jihoon hauled his aching body upright, clutching his stiff lower back.
Inside his worn old boxers, everything was painfully, agonizingly swollen from having woken up right on the edge of climax, soaked through and sticky with precum.
Dragged forcibly out of peak pleasure, Jihoon felt like he was losing his mind over what he'd been denied.
But thicker than the frustration was the memory of Yevgenya's final whisper — the tears streaming down her face as she'd pleaded with him right before he woke.
Please find me... please save me...
Stroking his chin, Jihoon stared blankly into the air.
"Haaah... this is seriously driving me insane. The exact same woman, showing up this vividly, over and over..."
As if granting him the miracle numbers for five first-prize lottery tickets weren't enough, now there was a gorgeous blonde Russian beauty in his dreams, showering him with blind devotion and begging him to save her, to find her.
Her tears and her voice had burrowed far too deep into his mind to write off as mere random firings of the subconscious.
"Should I... seriously try to find out whether this woman actually exists somewhere in the real world...?"
Resting his chin in his hand, Jihoon muttered gravely.
The tears she'd shed in the dream and that mournful voice begging for salvation kept echoing in his ears, refusing to leave his head.
Now that fifty billion won had landed in his hands, he almost wondered if finding her might be the very destiny the money had granted him.
That said, he had absolutely zero intention of booking a flight and flying off to the Russian mainland to pound the pavement searching for her.
"Are you insane? Finding one person, with nothing but a name, in the biggest country on Earth?"
Considering Russia's murderous landmass and population, it would be harder than finding a needle in a beach.
And there was a far more real, far more fatal problem.
Russia was currently several years deep into a grinding, deadlocked war with its neighbor, the 'Republic of Ukelistan'.
No matter how rich he was, an outsider blundering blindly into such a turbulent wartime state could suffer any number of misfortunes.
He'd be walking down the street when a group of suspicious, strapping men would suddenly close in around him—
"Ayy! What a fine, healthy body! Smells of raw soldiering material — you'll be enlisting voluntarily, effective immediately!"
—and after spouting nonsense like that, they'd stuff him into a scarlet 'Odo-Van' van and haul him straight to the front line as fresh meat for the meat grinder. That was entirely possible.
Weren't the news reports full of rumors that conscription was running so short they were snatching up foreigners and ethnic minorities wholesale?
"Well, on the flip side, I heard the streets got weirdly fucking safe after all those loutish skinheads — the ones who used to squat around swilling vodka and picking racist fights with Asian tourists — got loaded into the vans and shipped off to die... Still, no way in hell I'm gambling my life on that."
Shaking his head, Jihoon scrapped the Russia travel plan in exactly one second.
"Ugh. Fine, then — money to burn, so why not dig around through a VVIP premium international matchmaking agency?"
That was a far more realistic and far safer approach.
These days, Korea's domestic marriage market had long since degenerated into a literal den of mutual predation. Extremist hate ideology and naked selfishness, fanned across the internet and social media, had driven trust between men and women straight into the gutter.
Worse, under the banner of finding a lifelong partner, there was now a meme spreading like an epidemic — the infamous "bamboo-spear divorce meta": marry, live together barely a few years, then brazenly cleave the man's assets right down the middle.
Men, sick to death of the shifting meta of a marriage market where every sarcastic meme had become lived reality, were fleeing in droves — demand for international marriage had exploded, and big, verified agencies were springing up like bamboo shoots after the rain.