The Special Post-Nut Clarity Returns Again
With a thud, my cock emerged from my panties and pants, immediately emitting a pungent odor. I couldn't even remember the last time I'd washed it, and the stench rising from my cock was equally vile—so much so that my own brow furrowed involuntarily. Sohyun, standing right nearby, darkened her expression even further. Without a mask to shield her bare face, there was no way to hide from the awful smell. But terrified of what might happen if she so much as ruffled my feathers, she stifled a gag and forced herself to compose her rigid expression.
The next moment, I let my limp cock dangle and brought it right up to her nose. Sohyun already saw me as a vicious criminal who could snap her neck at any second. In that case, it made sense to play the part of the rough-and-tumble thug she imagined—even if I was terrible at it.
"I'll let you live if you suck this."
Her head bobbed frantically before she could even hesitate.
"Y-yes! I'll suck it! I'll suck it for you!"
She dropped to her knees and buried her face against my cock. The rancid stench hit her nostrils full force, and her delicate brows contorted in agony. When the thick, days-old cum caked beneath my glans stuck to her tongue and amplified the odor, a wet gag bubbled up from her throat.
"Ugh, ugh!"
But she didn't stop. Driven by sheer will to survive, she parted her trembling lips and began meticulously licking the cum-caked glans.
Squelch.
Her slick tongue combed every crevice of my cock, coating it in saliva and old cum. She gagged again, tears welling in her eyes, but her tongue worked with desperate precision—no, with the ferocity of someone clinging to life itself.
Watching her from above, my vision swam. The wet, sloppy sounds of her sucking mixed with her choked gags and my own ragged breathing filled the room. As her head bobbed in rhythm, my mind went white.
Not long after, the pent-up lust of days reached its limit.
"C-cumming...!"
I grabbed her hair and shoved my cock deep into her throat as I erupted. Thick, hot cum flooded her mouth in violent pulses.
"Ugh, ugh...!"
Sohyun swallowed it all, tears streaming down her face as she choked it down. The moment the climax ended, a terrifying wave of post-nut clarity crashed over me.
Panting, I yanked my phone from my pocket without even zipping my pants. My trembling fingers tapped the stock app. Time to test if this bizarre clarity could be replicated through Sohyun.
The screen lit up, revealing a chart thrashing wildly in volatile markets. And then—
A bone-chilling shiver raced through my body. Blue and red candlestick trails materialized in my mind, drawing sharp lines that mapped the future movements of the market.
The miraculous phenomenon I'd searched for so desperately—the ability to read charts in advance—was perfectly replicated once again, right after I'd cummed in a married woman's mouth.
***
First, I blocked the door with my body to keep Sohyun from escaping. Staring intently at the laptop screen, I placed orders as the chart cascaded like a waterfall.
Buy. Sell. The candlestick trajectories danced in perfect sync with my mind.
After repeating the cycle, I'd netted roughly 150,000 won in just thirty minutes. Insane efficiency for a meager 2.24 million won seed.
But then—
The vivid trajectories in my head vanished like a mirage. The future of the chart was no longer visible.
What? Why did it end already?
Last time I'd cummed on the mall stairs, the clarity had lasted nearly two hours. This time, it died after just thirty minutes. Why had the duration shrunk so drastically? Was it the same act, but the effect diminishing with each use? Or was there a cooldown period?
As questions swirled in my head, a timid voice called from the corner.
"U-um...?"
Sohyun, curled up in the corner, wiped the cum residue from her lips with the back of her hand. Her voice trembled as she pleaded.
"I did everything you asked... so please, let me go now..."
Tears glistened in her eyes as she begged to be released. But to me, Sohyun wasn't just a married woman anymore. She was the only lifeline to rebuild my shattered seed and reverse my life in one stroke. I couldn't let her leave—not without a legal, foolproof bait to keep her chained to my studio apartment.
After a moment's thought, I spoke.
"How much do you make working all day?"
Caught off guard by the sudden question about her income, Sohyun hesitated.
"W-what? What's that..."
"Answer the question. How much do you make a day?"
My sharp tone made her flinch. She mumbled softly.
"It varies each day... but on a good day, maybe 150,000 won..."
150,000 won. Nowhere near enough to cover her daughter's rare disease treatment or her husband's debts, but brutally realistic for an unskilled married woman.
I snorted and held up two fingers.
"I'll pay you double that."
"Huh?"
"300,000 won a day. Clean cash, handed over."
Her pupils trembled.
"But there's a condition. From now on, you'll commute to my studio apartment every day."
"Commute?"
"Yeah. Come over and suck my cock whenever I want. That's all."
300,000 won a day. That was 9 million won a month. For someone scraping together 150,000 won after a full day of menial labor, it was a fortune. Safer and more lucrative than eventually being pushed to the brink, hustling on the streets or apps, and dealing with every kind of degenerate.
Sohyun's face twisted with agonizing conflict as the chains of her husband's debts and her daughter's hospital bills tightened around her neck.
***
"How much do you make working all day?"
The man's sudden question about her income left Sohyun—no, Kim Sohyun—stunned. In the dim studio apartment, his gaunt, almost skeletal face stared at her with an eerie intensity. How was she supposed to guess his intentions?
But she didn't want to provoke him. Sohyun quickly calculated. Her actual daily earnings were barely 100,000 won, but out of instinctive self-preservation—or pride—she inflated the number.
"It varies each day... but on a good day, maybe 150,000 won..."
The man snorted and held up two fingers.
"I'll pay you double that."
"Huh?"
"300,000 won a day. Clean cash, handed over."
300,000 won a day. Sohyun's pupils trembled violently.
Then came the condition: commute to this apartment daily and suck his cock whenever he demanded. It was madness. A lunatic's proposal.
But cold, harsh arithmetic began spinning in her head. Her three-year-old daughter's hospital bills due this week. The loan sharks and debt collectors haunting her home and parents' house. She knew she'd eventually turn to high-paying sex work, wandering streets and apps, terrified of meeting perverts or violent men. Compared to those unknown horrors, this was a stable job—just one crazy guy demanding she suck his cock.
And for 300,000 won a day—9 million won a month. Enough to cover her daughter's hospital bills and pay off the interest on her husband's debts. A dream amount.
And besides... I have to survive here first.
Most of all, the fear that refusing might trigger his madness loomed largest. She had to accept and escape this bizarre apartment first.
Sohyun's lips trembled as she nodded weakly.
"O-okay. I'll do it. So... can I go now?"
"Great. Contract sealed."
The man chuckled. Before she could exhale in relief, he shoved his hand into his pants.
Thud.
His cock, still smeared with her saliva and cum, emerged again. The rancid stench filled the room once more.
"Eh?"
Sohyun's face went pale. He shook his limp cock and brought it close to her nose, then pulled out his phone and pointed the camera at her face. The recording button clicked.
"Suck it again."
"B-but I just did!"
"I need insurance, too."
He stared at her coldly through the lens.
"If you run off or talk back later, I'll have proof. Look straight at the camera, say your name and age, and suck my cock."