Strange Partnership
"Whether you run away like this or start talking nonsense later, you can't do that, right? Look straight into the camera, open your mouth, and say your name and age while sucking on my dick."
"...Understood."
Her reply came hesitant at first, but as the desperate situation she'd mentioned before really sunk in, Sohyun nodded obediently, her eyes glistening with a strange mix of reluctance and reluctant arousal.
*Thud-thud...*
Even as her soft cock twitched and swayed in response, Sohyun let out a tiny breath, then reached out and gently wrapped her fingers around it.
Her wet tongue followed, slowly licking the tip of his soft member, coating it with warm saliva.
*Chuzuwu... tsu tsu-tsu*
With the warmth of her body temperature, she carefully stroked the head of his cock with her tongue.
*Jwoob-jwoob-jwoob*
Despite the foul stench still lingering, she focused her attention, sucking it deep into her mouth and licking it with professional hunger.
His member, which had been limp moments ago, suddenly filled with blood, swelling and throbbing as the veins and shaft puffed up.
I watched it all through the phone screen, transfixed.
Through the lens, I saw the humiliated expression of a married woman, her cheeks flushed with shame, and my own cock hardening in real time.
The very act of filming added another layer, turning the entire scene into a dreamlike fantasy that sent electric thrills straight to my brain.
As the seconds ticked by...
My cock finally stiffened into a thick, heavy monster, fully erect.
Sohyun didn't waste another second—she gripped the shaft firmly and began to bob her head, sucking with wet, sloppy sounds that filled the entire studio apartment.
*Jtub-wub... jtub-wung-jtub-wung*
The filthy wet friction filled the room, louder than anything before.
But it still wasn't enough.
I needed more concrete proof, and deeper shame.
"Wait, that name and age aren't enough. You have to say you're a married woman with a three-year-old daughter."
Her movements froze instantly at my demand.
Her beautiful face burned crimson with fresh embarrassment.
Married woman.
A mother of a three-year-old daughter.
She had to say it out loud in front of the camera with her own lips.
Her eyes fluttered wildly, but the fear that reporting me could destroy her life won out over her shame.
The next moment.
Sohyun pulled her lips off my cock, looked straight into the camera lens, and with a trembling voice, delivered the script.
"Haa... I'm Kim Sohyun, thirty years old... I'm a married woman with a husband and a mother of a three-year-old daughter..."
*Chuuu-uuu*
Her confession spilled from her lips, and her tongue lapped at my head with sticky, wet strokes.
The second I saw the depraved scene play out on the screen...
My heart felt like it would explode from the raw, savage arousal that slammed through my entire body.
"Ugh!"
Reflexively, a thick rope of transparent precum shot from the tip of my cock.
Meanwhile, it seemed Sohyun wanted to escape this disgusting situation as quickly as possible.
She caught my precum with her lips and tongue, then began sucking with even greater intensity than before.
*Chub-bung... jwob... jtub-jtub-jtub!*
The wet sucking sounds echoed louder than on the emergency stairs, vibrating through her mouth.
She took my cockhead deep into her throat, squeezing the back of her throat, while her tongue relentlessly rubbed the sensitive ridges underneath the head.
Her hand gripped the base so tightly it was about to snap, stroking up and down in perfect rhythm, sending waves of pure bliss through me.
On top of that...
*Jduk-jduk-jduk*
The wet, spit-soaked sounds of her hand sliding along my shaft mixed with the wet sucking from her mouth, hitting my ears.
Sohyun's lips locked even tighter around my cockhead, sucking with desperate hunger.
"Haa... Sohyun..."
The mind-numbing pleasure was too much. I couldn't hold back any longer.
Right after—
"I'm... coming!"
I gripped the phone, grabbed her hair with the other hand, and thrust my cock deep into her mouth.
*Ulkuaaaah! Brub-bub-bub!*
At the same time, hot, thick cum blasted straight down her throat, flooding her mouth.
.
.
.
After filming was done and my second orgasm spent...
I gave Sohyun 100,000 won as thanks for the day's work, and after exactly one night, she left as promised.
Long... or short...
During that time... I regretted it endlessly and worried endlessly.
"Ah, you asshole. What a fucking idiot..."
I yanked my own hair in self-loathing, rolling around on the bed.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized I'd done something insane.
First...
I shouldn't have let her leave so easily.
I had promised to record a video and pay her 300,000 won a day, but the woman in front of me was someone who could disappear at any moment.
After all, her husband had already vanished with debt...
If she got scared or changed her mind and vanished too, that would be the end of it.
I had just handed over the only key that could reverse my life right into her hands.
'At least I should have gotten a solid guarantee, or at least tied her down in front of my eyes.'
The deep regret swirled inside my head.
And the second, bigger and more poisonous worry followed the regret.
What if she reports me?
The fear only grew stronger with time.
No matter how much money I gave her, or how many blackmail videos I had recorded...
She was still a victim forced under duress.
If she had run to the police right then, covering her shame and fear...
I would already be sitting in handcuffs in a cell.
*Clank-clank-*
Even the small sound made my chest tighten.
Every time footsteps echoed down the hallway, every hair on my body stood on end, cold sweat pouring down my back.
As that tormented time dragged on and morning finally came...
I stared blankly at my smartphone screen with bleary eyes.
Her promised work time was drawing closer.
Would she come with the police?
Or would she walk in on her own feet for the money and her daughter's treatment?
It was time to decide whether my life would become long or short.
Finally, with two minutes until the exact time I had set—8:45 AM—
*Knock knock—*
I heard a light knock on the studio door.
My heart pounding so hard it felt like it would deafen me, I reached out with a trembling hand.
*Beep-beep*
The door unlocked with the effect sound, and it slowly opened.
Through the slowly opening door...
Sohyun stood alone in the hallway.
"Welcome?"
I forced my trembling voice to stay calm and said it in a perfectly normal tone.
Through the door, there were no police officers with handcuffs walking toward me, and no detectives coming to arrest me.
Only Sohyun stood there, looking exhausted.
"Yes."
Sohyun nodded slightly, then quietly stepped inside the studio apartment.
The door clicked shut behind her.
Under the light of the interior lamp, her face looked even more haggard than mine.
Dark circles under her eyes, deep fatigue.
The traces of deep worry and conflict from the night before—when she had torn her hair out trying to decide whether to report me or disappear—were all over her face.
But in the end, the cold reality of her three-year-old daughter's hospital bills had led her footsteps here.
Even so...
Just knowing she had come back in front of my eyes made my heart leap.
There was no reason to hesitate.
"No time. Let's get straight to work."
Without any delay, I pulled down my pants and underwear in one motion.
*Sruuk— Dllang*
The clothes dropped to the floor with a soft thud, and my limp cock was exposed.
But damn it.
I had been so lost in anxiety all night, pulling my hair, that I had forgotten to wash my cock again.
The sour, thick stench still trapped between the foreskin and glans pushed out in a wave, filling the room with its overwhelming smell.
"...!"
Sohyun's pretty eyes suddenly twisted with disgust.
Then she gave me a helpless glance.
Even though she had walked here on foot because of the 300,000 won, she couldn't stand this disgusting smell at all.
But she only let out a quiet sigh, then walked straight to me without a word of complaint.
She knelt on the cold tile floor in front of me.
It was the posture of someone who had accepted her own misery and fate.
A pang of guilt hit me—not as a human, but as someone who needed to protect her mental health for long-term efficiency.
So the next moment...
I looked down at her kneeling form, my limp cock dangling.
Then I spoke in a low voice.
"Today, I definitely washed it."
.
.
.
And just like that, my strange partnership with Sohyun began.
*Jwoob-jwoob-jwoob-jwooob*
"Sohyun, looks like you're gonna cum."
The moment Sohyun entered the studio apartment at 8:45 AM, I pulled my cock out and let her take it into her mouth.
"Suck it, Sohyun."
In between strokes with the power of **\**, I called her over again and again to renew the energy.
"See you tomorrow."
"See you then."
Then, at 5:30 PM, when she went home to take care of her daughter, my work was done too.
For four days, our lives were balanced—work and rest, business and personal.
During that time, my account balance grew to 5,014,258 won.
We weren't close enough to call each other friends or acquaintances.
But compared to a simple employer-employee relationship, it had become physically and emotionally closer...
A weird, almost intimate partnership.
Anyhow, it was hard to describe exactly, but once the tension between us eased a little, Sohyun's behavior started to change.
On the first day, she had been extremely tense, only coming to squat and open her mouth when I called her.
But then, in the middle of me trading on the monitor, she started cleaning the studio apartment out of nowhere.
She picked up the messy clothes without a word, folded them neatly, and wiped the old, dusty floor with a rag until it sparkled.
The garbage can filled with delivery containers and cigarette butts was emptied with practiced hands.
Even the cups and plates stacked in the sink were washed spotless.
Thanks to her, the once filthy studio floor gleamed and looked clean.
The stuffy, foul-smelling air quickly became fresh thanks to regular ventilation and the cheap peach-scented diffuser she bought on the way to work.
For a moment, an idiotic thought popped into my head: *That's why there should be a woman in the house.*
Then I moved on to planning my trades for tomorrow while deciding to release the beast inside me that I had been suppressing.
The special **\** I could experience through Sohyun.
I had endured it for four straight days just to test its power.
**Margin trading beast? Let's do it.**
Just as I was burning with anticipation—hope for profits that could be several times higher—
My small calendar sitting on the desk caught my eye.
Ah, right... tomorrow is the weekend.
I exhaled a long breath, then focused back on the screen, ready for the next trade.