Don't Hold the Moan
After eating with Hwayeon and seeing her off, Kim Taeyoung went straight to cashing out. Two hundred million Moon Balloons. Twenty billion won. The moment he put the request through, KoreaTV called. It was Park Myeongcheol, head of sales.
Incoming call
"We still haven't assigned you a dedicated manager, so I took the liberty of calling myself."
"Yes. Is there a problem?"
"Hahaha. No. How could there be? The exchange will go through without a hitch. It's only that we can't have twelve billion ready on the spot. It looks like the cash will clear around Thursday afternoon. Would that be all right?"
Of course it was. Thursday had always been cash-out day, and he had already set the date for the remaining payment to match.
"Yes. That's fine."
"I'm relieved. Thank you, as always, for using our KoreaTV. And there's one more thing I ought to pass along. We heard your suggestion, took it through an internal meeting, and decided to overhaul the system so Moon Balloons can be charged with cryptocurrency."
"That's good news."
"It won't change right away, of course. There's no telling when the developers will finish the work. Even so, please think of it as something that will change in the near future."
"Thank you for taking the request."
"Not at all. You're one of KoreaTV's VIPs. If something displeases you, of course it's on us to fix it. We hope you'll continue to favor KoreaTV."
After that, Park Myeongcheol kept the call alive with talk that went nowhere, his eagerness to get close to Kim Taeyoung written plainly through every word. Taeyoung had nothing to lose by being friendly with him, so he let the conversation run.
Next, a cleaning service.
Moving meant a long list of things to do. The paperwork he had dumped on the real-estate broker, who was already taking a fat commission, but the cleaning and the move itself were his to handle. Not that he meant to lift a finger. Bringing in a professional cleaner cost him no effort and left the place cleaner besides.
He didn't need a moving company. He had been living in a full-option studio, so there wasn't much to haul. Nearly all the furniture had come with the unit; at most he owned a chair, a computer, a clothing rack, and his clothes. Aside from the computer and the luxury goods, he intended to throw the rest out.
Tomorrow's going to be busy too.
The new house would need furniture that suited it. Another round of showrooms. Another chance to flex.
Tomorrow's problems can wait for tomorrow.
Night had already come. There was no reason to sit here worrying about what the next day would bring. Enjoying the night mattered far more.
Tonight, as always, the women's messages had piled up in his Kakao window. It was a world away from the days when the screen held nothing but the department-store group chat and card-payment alerts. Kim Taeyoung opened Su Yeoning's thread first.
He sent the messages and was working through the other chats in order when Su Yeoning's reply came in.
He offered to pick her up without a second thought. The long-term rental had arrived within a few hours—a domestic sedan, chosen from a model with plenty of stock so he could drive it the moment it showed up. Even so, it was a car pushing a hundred million won. Nothing to be embarrassed about being seen in.
The car he was driving ran down the road, and the ride, as expected of something expensive, was in a class of its own. If a hundred-million-won Korean sedan felt like this, what would a Ferrari or a Maybach feel like? He was looking forward to finding out. An import didn't only ride well. It felt good to step out of.
"Hello."
Su Yeoning was already waiting at the meeting place. Today she had on a one-piece—the so-called Dongtan wife look, a dress that clung to every line of her, her chest thrown into sharp relief. Because of how tight it was, people passing by stole glances, or simply stared outright as they went.
"Look at you. Dressed nice and slutty."
"Y-you told me to dress like this..."
He was complimenting her. She climbed into the passenger seat, flushing.
"So how was it, with people staring the whole time?"
"I was embarrassed."
"Only embarrassed? Your panties didn't get wet?"
"Th-there's no way!"
She denied it. Did she, though?
"Ah—o-oppa..."
He reached over and slid a hand between her thighs. The sudden touch made her jump, but she didn't push his hand away or twist out from under it.
"Hmm. Feels a little wet."
"It isn't!"
"Really?"
"Really. I'm not wet."
She made the excuse with everything she had. The corner of his mouth curled.
"Then take them off. Let's check."
"What? N-now? Here?"
"If not here? Want to get out and take them off?"
"Nnh..."
She burned with shame, and he had no intention of going easy on her. Flustered and helpless, she finally slipped a hand up under her skirt. The panties caught on her fingers and slid down her legs.
"They're wet."
He took the panties himself and rubbed the center with a finger. Dampness met his thumb. He couldn't call them soaked through, but there was an unmistakable streak where her arousal had run.
"No... oppaaa..."
She whined. Cute.
"Just admit it already. So what if you're an exhibitionist?"
"Uuu... I don't know... I'm embarrassed, that's what."
"Feeling embarrassed doesn't make the fact go away."
"Hnn. Please stop..."
Her quick surrender made him laugh. He didn't stop.
"Spread your legs."
"What?"
"Don't act so shocked. Spread them wide. So I can touch your pussy easily."
"Oppa...? Wh-what about driving...?"
"One hand's enough. Spread."
Uneasy eyes darted this way and that, but in the end she had no choice but to obey. Her pale legs opened little by little. Su Yeoning's greatest weapon was a natural G-cup, but the legs had plenty of demand of their own. Smooth thighs under skin that white were enough to stir any man.
Each time her thighs parted, the tight skirt rolled higher, until she was wearing nothing at all from the waist down. He slipped his hand into the space between her open legs.
Soft, downy hair met him first, and then the smooth pussy itself. Brand-new. Never used. He was already looking forward to the day he broke her hymen.
"Hnn..."
Sensitive as she was, Su Yeoning reacted the instant he touched her clit. A thin moan slipped out while she tried to hide how worked up she was. None of it escaped him.
"Don't hold the moan."
"Ah, y-yes. Haaah. Oppaa. Ah."
The moment her closed lips parted, the sound grew louder. Every time his finger flicked her clit, a different breath came out of her. The front of his trousers swelled hard.
I want to fuck her right now.
He wanted to pull onto the shoulder and take her as she was. He had to hold back. There was a time set aside for taking her virginity, and to reach it he needed to train her quickly.
"Yeoning."
"Hah—y-yes?"
"Touch yourself."
"Yes?"
"Keep touching yourself the way I was touching you. I'm going to pick up speed, so I need to focus on driving."
He took his hand off her pussy, wiped the slick on his fingers carelessly across her neck and chest, then caught her wrist and set her hand where his had been.
"You want me to masturbate? Here...?"
"You heard me. Why ask again. Do it."
"Hnn..."
She put on a wounded look, but her hand moved as ordered. Just as she did when she touched herself alone, she rubbed her clit and kneaded her own breasts, and moans no different from before broke from her mouth.
"Hnngh! Ah, it feels good. Aah."
He listened to the moans the way he would listen to music. Arousal overflowed and wet the seat. The thick female musk pouring off the woman beside him only wound his excitement tighter.
By the time they reached the hotel, her ass was soaked through. It was a wonder she hadn't come in all that time—or rather, she must have been holding herself back. His smile turned wicked.
"Let's get out."
"Just a second. Let me wipe down there first."
"Where do we have time for that? I'm in a serious hurry."
"What? It'll only take a moment."
"I said I'm in a hurry. Out. Now."
He got out of the driver's seat first, then crossed quickly and threw open the passenger door.
"Kyaa!"
She had been scrambling in her bag for tissues and jumped. There were other people in the garage. It was a mercy a car was parked right beside them.
"Come on."
"Oppa! Wait! I'm not ready!"
He caught her arm and hauled her out of the seat. She never got the chance to wipe the mess between her legs; all she could do was yank the skirt down in a panic. The fluid soaked into the fabric. Stains bloomed all over it.
Winter cloth was thick, but wherever the slick had run, the water marks stayed exactly as they were. Clearest of all over her ass, and over her pussy.
"Oppaaa."
Dragged along by the arm, Su Yeoning's face went red enough to burst. She was terrified of how the others would see her.
It already felt as if every eye had found her. Someone was whispering. Ah. This was the end. Humiliating. Shameful. She dropped her head.
In truth, no one was paying her much attention, and the whispering was only ordinary conversation. But she was convinced those eyes were fixed on her wet backside. She had no room left to read the situation for what it was.
I'm going to die of shame.
"Haa..."
One hand barely covering her ass, her heart hammered. There wasn't a shred of lie in it. She was ashamed. Humiliated. So why was her lower belly so hot? Why were aroused little moans slipping out of her mouth?
She didn't understand. Was it because she was an exhibitionist? Had she started getting excited by people's stares, just as he had said?
Su Yeoning had an exhibitionist kink. Its origin was the bullying trauma from elementary school. And because that trauma had become the root of the kink, she had spent her whole life hiding her chest and her figure.
Then she started broadcasting, met Kim Taeyoung, and the kink finally had a chance to show itself. She put on a dress she would never otherwise have worn out, and walked while acutely aware of other people's eyes.
The more the shame, the heavier the pressure on her—and the greater the pleasure. By the time she stepped into the hotel lobby, that pleasure had climbed high enough to push her into orgasm.