You Can't Resent Me Later
Kim Taeyoung accepted her proposal. That settled it. If she locked down the post of romance coach, the line called Kim Taeyoung was unlikely to snap. So why did one corner of her heart feel so sour?
Don't think strange thoughts. Han Chaeyoung. Money. You look at nothing but the money.
Hwayeon cut it off before any deeper thought, any deeper feeling, could take hold. Nothing in the world mattered more than money. Even a person's heart could be bought. If it couldn't, that only meant there wasn't enough money. So she would look at money, and only money.
And Kim Taeyoung was unfit as a lover or a husband. What she wanted was a rich, naive man. He had already scattered countless donations through other camgirls' rooms. He had surely slept around plenty, too. She was in no position to condemn him for it. She had spread her legs for money more times than she could count.
People were contradictory animals by nature, though. Her dream was to catch a rich man who looked at her and only her. With Kim Taeyoung, enjoying him as a sex partner or a sponsor—nothing more than that—was exactly the right distance.
The two of them wandered the department store, shopping as they went. Mostly they looked at men's clothes. Now and then, though, Hwayeon turned on the aegyo and the sweetness and walked away with a gift of her own. A bag worth a few thousand dollars was the whole of it, but even that made coming this far today more than worth it.
"By the way, Hwayeon."
"Mm?"
"Am I an alpha male?"
They were browsing when Kim Taeyoung said it out of nowhere.
"You are, right? Why? You don't think so?"
"I'm curious why you think that."
"What's an alpha male, really. If a lot of women stick to him, he's an alpha male. You've got plenty of women around you, oppa. That girl earlier, for one. And Su Yeoning, or whatever her name is, and the one called Heo Myangmyang."
"What. Did you run a background check on me?"
"Yep. Checking the competition is Cam BJ 101. You have no idea how rotten it feels to pull fewer donations than those girls."
Hwayeon answered without a shred of shame, and Kim Taeyoung let out a dry laugh.
"Anyway, you're an alpha male, oppa. You're tall, and your face isn't bad at all. No—among the whales, you might be the best-looking one there is. And you've got money. And women. Wouldn't it be weirder if you weren't an alpha male?"
Hwayeon laid the flattery on thick. It didn't feel bad. And her flattery always had a purpose.
"But oppaaa. Did you think about what I said? I really hate losing. There are so many bitches calling me washed up. Can't you fire off one big one for me? Hm? Hm?"
She was asking him to play the money man on an Excel Broadcast. For Kim Taeyoung, that wasn't a hard thing to do. He just didn't feel the need.
"And what do I get if I do?"
"Anything. Everything you want, oppa."
"Really everything?"
"Yeah. Really everything."
"You can't resent me later."
A good idea had come to Kim Taeyoung. When he said it with a smile, Hwayeon looked uneasy. What on earth was he planning to make her do, wearing a face like that? But she couldn't back down.
"Of course not. Why would I resent you, oppa?"
"Then let's go straight to the hotel. Ah—before that, a pharmacy. No. Let's stop by an adult shop."
"Why there...?"
"There's a lot I need."
A large adult shop near Namsan Hotel. Afraid someone might recognize her, Hwayeon refused to get out of the import. Only Kim Taeyoung, climbing out of the passenger seat, went inside.
"Welcome."
A flashy-looking woman was minding the counter. Her face had obviously been through a great deal of surgery. It was winter, but her clothes were short enough to bare her skin, and that skin was covered in tattoos. A woman who belonged in an adult shop.
She gave Kim Taeyoung a light greeting. You didn't show too much interest in a man who came in alone. In a place like this, that went double. You pretended not to care and pretended not to look, and then he bought everything he needed and came back the next time.
But she couldn't stay still. Kim Taeyoung's basket kept growing. Don't tell me he was a jin-sang? The manager of the shop approached him.
"Sir. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Kim Taeyoung, who had been dropping every this'll do into the basket, turned his head. An employee. Her eyes looked anxious—exactly the way the women at the department store faced a customer giving off jin-sang energy. He smirked and pulled a card from his wallet.
"Ring up this basket first, please. I'll look around a little more."
"Ah! Yes, yes! I'll ring it up right away! Enjoy your shopping!"
At the promise of payment up front, the employee's face brightened. A single basket was already the peak of the day's sales. More sales meant a bigger incentive. Beaming, she hurried to the counter.
"Thank you. Please come again!"
Mouth stretched ear to ear, she greeted him brightly. She had broken the iron rule of pretending not to notice a male customer, but she couldn't help it. She packed the farewell full of hope that he would please come back—and come back during her shift.
"Oppa...? Why did you buy so much...?"
Hwayeon said it uneasily, watching him return with a box the size of his torso. Fear was starting to set in. She had no idea what he meant to do with that much merchandise.
"I just bought everything that looked fun."
"What are you even planning to do?"
"You'll know when we get there. Let's go. To the hotel."
Kim Taeyoung didn't answer her. There was nothing Hwayeon could do about it. If she wanted to prove she wasn't dead on the Excel Broadcast circuit, she absolutely needed his help. She'd find out soon enough once they reached the hotel.
Men's ideas were all the same anyway. She was a ten-year camgirl who had taken the appetites of countless whales. She could coo her way through most perverted acts.
That was what she thought.
"Oppaaaa! Untie me! Ah, please! Not that! Aaaaaah!"
Hwayeon, without a stitch of underwear, was tied to the bed. Her arms were bound behind her, and belts cinching thigh to calf kept her legs from moving. She couldn't even close them. A long stainless-steel bar ran between the belts that bound each thigh to its calf.
Her pussy lay fully bare. But that wasn't where Kim Taeyoung was aiming. His fingers pressed, and pressed again, against her anus. Only then did she realize what he meant to do, and she screamed. The resistance meant nothing. She couldn't move her arms or her legs. She couldn't roll over, and she couldn't run.
"If you really hate it, say so. I'll stop here. Should we call the whole thing off and go home?"
"Uuuugh. That's low. Seriouslyyy! Oppa, can't we do something else? Hm? Please.... I'll do anything else. I really hate this one."
"You said you'd do anything, didn't you? What I want right now is anal."
"Th-then I'll get ready and come next time! Hm? Please. An enema is really not—aaaaaah! How far are you trying to drag a woman's pride?"
"Haha. Don't worry. I'm not trying to watch you take a shit, either. First, one photo."
With a marker, Kim Taeyoung wrote today's date on Hwayeon's thigh. He photographed her so her pussy and asshole showed clearly, then pushed the enema solution into her anus.
"Aaaaaack! Nooooooo!"
The feeling of liquid entering her rear hole wrung a wail out of her. Her thrashing grew worse. There was no getting out of this. Once every bit of the solution was in, Kim Taeyoung kindly stopped her rear hole with an anal plug. Slicked thick with lube, the plug spread the narrow entrance and went in.
"Nice."
He lifted the marker, added the words, and took more photos. He'd gotten a good shot.
"Nnnngh, oppaaa. Untie me."
Not even a few seconds had passed, and Hwayeon was already moaning in distress. This was only the start. That wouldn't do.
"We've got to flush you out clean. Wait."
With that, Kim Taeyoung lay down beside her and picked up his smartphone. Until the solution dissolved all the old waste, he meant to watch some streams.
"O-oppaaa. Please.... Nngh...."
He started with the bookmarked BJs. Kim Taeyoung's favorites held plenty of camgirls, women he'd picked on whatever day the mood struck him. Most of them were the type who sold sex appeal. If he'd been alone, he might have chosen one and gone in.
"Nngh, oppaaa. I can't hold it anymore! For real! Aaaah."
But Hwayeon was beside him now. The woman who had once been KoreaTV's undisputed top camgirl. Even now, her body and her face crushed every other girl on the platform, and she was tied exactly the way he wanted—bowels full of enema solution, rear hole stopped with an anal plug. He already had something more arousing than any broadcast. There was no reason to enter a sexy stream.
"Oppaaaa! Untie me! Nnnngh, please! Oppa! Untie meeee!"
Not even five minutes had passed. Hwayeon's whining was off the charts. He'd seen it in porn: AV actresses held out for thirty minutes. So half of that—fifteen—would be fine.
"Wait."
He said it short, then turned his eyes back to the phone. One hand worked the screen. The other reached out and felt her breast. Fondling her chest, he dug around for a broadcast worth watching.
Gurgle. Glug-glug.
A fervent churning started in Hwayeon's belly. Cold sweat ran down her body. Her stomach hurt. In a voice thick with pain, she clung to him.
"Oppaaaa. I can't anymore. For real! Pleeeease!"
Whether she could or not. Kim Taeyoung didn't look away from the phone. Then a broadcast caught his eye.
A study room—an unusual concept. It showed nothing but the actual act of studying. A few years back, though, one BJ who did nothing but study had cleared tens of thousands of dollars, and it became a story. After that, civil-service hopefuls and repeat test-takers who turned their cams on while they studied had multiplied.
The thing about study rooms was that many of the BJs never showed their faces. They mostly used a front-facing cam and revealed only their bodies. Strangely, though, every outfit emphasized the chest. Call it a study room all you liked—they hadn't abandoned what a female cam actually was.
The one Kim Taeyoung had found was no different. Emotion Appraiser was wearing a thin slip, hardly appropriate for studying. The pity was that she was slender, so there was no line being shown off. Taste was taste, though. Eighteen viewers crowding the room was proof enough.
Perfect for killing a little time.
"Hnnnngh, oppa! It's really coming out! Pleeeease. Nnnngh! Untie me! Ah, the bathroom! For real! I'm telling you it's really coming out!"
Hwayeon had about ten minutes left in her. Add the time she'd spend emptying herself in the bathroom and the shower after, and it would come to roughly thirty minutes in all. A broadcast just right for playing through that stretch.