Summoner: Gold Sun 12
The karaoke bar I stepped into wasn't just any karaoke joint. It was a room salon disguised as a regular tavern—one of the rare spots in dull Loss City where you could really let loose and fly high. Of course, I wasn't here purely for the thrills.
Running this place was Geumseongpa, the closest thing Loss City had to an organized crime outfit. And their boss, Go Doo-sik, was the summoner I had my sights set on this time.
"Welcome."
Behind the counter, a gracefully aged middle-aged woman greeted me with a warm smile in her eyes. She looked late thirties, but she was probably older. Faint wrinkles peeked out from under her makeup. You can fool time with cosmetics, but not my eyes.
"By yourself?"
"Yeah. Heard you have special courses."
My target was Go Doo-sik, but draining a little beforehand wouldn't hurt.
You've gotta sample the scraps before the feast, after all.
"Oh my. The girls aren't even here yet, and you've come so early."
The madam handled it smoothly.
"Don't you work the floor anymore, madam?"
"Hehe. Looks can be deceiving—I'm pricey."
Translation: she still did. An older pussy, sure, but aged so elegantly? That could be a nice treat.
I pulled a thick wad of bills from my pocket. Her eyes widened at the casual display of serious cash. Strong interest flickered in her pupils.
"Oh my, what line of business are you in?"
She probed lightly.
I answered nonchalantly.
"Run a little hole-in-the-wall shop."
"What brings you to a boring neighborhood like this?"
She flashed a sly smile and snatched the wad.
I didn't stop her. Cheap resistance just docks points.
Confirming my generosity, the madam approached with a sweet eye-smile.
"Let's head to the inner room. It's been ages since I entertained a guest myself."
Green light.
"Counter okay on its own?"
"Got someone else. Hehe. Worried?"
As if.
Just testing.
The madam pulled a small card key from her pocket. Inside the tavern, a door disguised as a wall. Probably to dodge raids. She swiped it, and it beeped open.
The inner space was bigger than expected. A large square table in the center, long sofas wrapping three sides. The fourth had a karaoke machine.
The decor screamed flashy vulgarity—like a tribute to tattooed gangsters. The kind of spot new-money types loved. Perfect for devouring women, though.
"VIP Room 1. Bring some booze and snacks."
She called out, and within minutes, staff arrived with drinks and sides. One guy, one girl, both in waiter uniforms.
"Set it up spacious. We're gonna get wild. Fruit over there... Valentine okay for the liquor?"
"Perfect. Even if you didn't have it."
"Hehe. Can't have adult play without drinks, right?"
The two bustled around the table. I scanned their faces quick.
The girl had freckles, plain but cute. Ponytail exposed her nape nicely. College age, maybe.
Common face you'd pass on the street without a glance, but the vibe here made me want to fuck her. I grabbed the hand of the girl setting the cognac.
The guy's face twisted slightly.
Lovers? Or unrequited crush?
"Oh, she's just staff. Doesn't do extras."
The madam smiled brightly. I pulled ten 100,000-won checks from my pocket.
"Can't she do outcalls sometimes?"
"Oh? You like her? Unique taste."
Her greedy eyes locked on the checks, tongue flicking snake-like.
The girl, wrist in my grip, stammered.
"I... I don't do that."
"Not enough? Double it."
Another ten checks. When's she ever seen this much cash? Two million buys top-tier fun even at high-end spots.
Her eyes wavered. The guy's face hardened more.
She glanced around, scales tipping inside. I knew how to drive the wedge.
"Fine if not."
I pocketed the twenty. She blurted desperately.
"I... didn't say no..."
"Yeah?"
Predictable. I smirked and nodded at the guy.
"You, out."
"Huh!?"
Snacks were set. No reason for him.
"What're you waiting for?"
The madam prodded, and he scrambled out, eyes etched with despair. Might quit soon.
Alone now, the girl fidgeted.
"First time?"
"Y-yes...!"
Tight voice. Tainting fresh canvas like this? Fun.
"Name?"
"Han... Han Song-i."
"Pretty name."
"Th-thank you..."
I set the twenty checks on the table. Then stripped off my shirt. Song-i glanced away. The madam watched her amused.
"Forgive her clumsiness. I'll make up for it."
"First timer's gotta be awkward. Call you Song-i?"
"Y-yes..."
I ordered the rigid girl.
"Strip first. Everything, down to undies."
She froze like stone, no retort. Madam laughed.
"Too harsh from the start! Let me."
"Rookies make it tasty. Hmm... need better incentive. One check per piece."
Her eyes bulged. Capitalism's best therapy: cash.
"R-really?"
"I don't lie."
"O-okay then..."
Song-i stripped slowly: waiter top, wine vest, black bowtie, white shirt, skirt.
"Socks count as clothes?"
"Depends on you."
Outfits peeled easy. But at bra and panties, she hesitated, eyes darting.
"No full strip, no bonus."
I faked pocketing checks. She flailed.
"I'll do it! Stripping!"
She yanked panties standing—collapsed with a thud.
"Ow...!"
Slapstick gold. Panties tangled at ankles, bushy pubes adding hilarity. No grooming, huh.
Women skip bush care off bikini season. That the holdup?
"Ouch... my ass."
"Fun show—extra check."
One more out.
"Song-i's on fire today."
"Madam, pour drinks."
"Got it~ Glass or...?"
"Gotta spell it out?"
She smirked lewdly, stripping. Big tits as expected. Poured cognac between cleavage.
"Not for just anyone."
I lapped it from her cleavage. Grabbed Song-i's wrist, pulled her up, sat her on my lap.
Our skin touched; she trembled. Even with cash, newbies can't stay calm. That's why I bought her—to savor the shakes.
"Bush is wild. Pussy pretty inside?"
Teasing, I spread her wide. Cash kept her hands off. Bush hid a pristine pink butterfly—labia minora tucked away. Low mileage.
"Boyfriend?"
"N-no."
I lit a Purification Cigarette. Minty aroma filled my mouth.
"What's that smoke? Smells good."
Madam eyed it.
"My favorite. Song-i, try one."
"I don't smoke..."
"No dodging."
I passed the lit one to her lips. She eyed the checks, puffed hesitantly.
"Tastes way better than I thought. Like throat candy."
I alternated drags with her. Madam pouted, sidled up nude like Song-i.
"Me too."