A Class Apart

"Whoa..."

Su Yeoning breathed the word out as she stared up at the high wall. Kim Taeyoung's house, which she was seeing for the first time, gave off the weight of enormous wealth before she had even stepped inside.

What did a place like this even cost? It would clear tens of billions of won without trying. He really was rich beyond anything she had pictured.

It stunned her. To think she had eaten with a man who lived like this, and done filthy things with him. Getting her hooks into Kim Taeyoung had been the smartest thing she had ever ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠done. If she had turned him down that first day, she would still be stuck as a Small Fry.

And the little hope she had been nursing—what if Oppa feels that way about me too—vanished on the spot. Feelings had a way of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sprouting once the heat between two people piled up, and Su Yeoning, who still had her virginity, was even more prone to it than most.

Do nothing, and Kim Taeyoung rose in her mind. Watch a video about romance, and there he was again. Of course he was the man in her dirty fantasies. Could this be love? The days had gone on with that question turning over and over.

But standing here, the worry was gone. The class—the rank—was simply not the same. Aside from a chest and a face that were a little pretty, Su Yeoning had nothing to put forward. Her family was poor, and her schooling was nothing to boast about.

Even she could see it. A man who lived in a house like this was not going to look at her as a proper girlfriend. A girl to play with for a while, or a sex partner—that was all. The moment that pounding infatuation shed its rose tint, everything he had done until now came flooding back.

Su Yeoning messaged him faithfully every day. He might answer one text in five, if that, and the replies came only when he urgently needed someone to sleep with, the way he had today.

He was clearly treating her as an easy woman, or as a sex partner. It didn't feel bad. She was grateful, if anything. Even under that kind of handling, he had chosen her, and because of it she had climbed out of the Small Fry tier that barely scraped two or three thousand a day. Thanks to Kim Taeyoung, she was a mid-tier female cam now, pulling in tens of thousands a day.

"Who is it?"

The doorbell chimed. From the other side came a woman's voice with a thick, forceful accent.

"Ah, th-this is Coin— I mean, this is Oppa Kim Taeyoung's house, isn't it?"

"Yes. Come in, please. I open the door."

The front gate swung open on its own. Su Yeoning stepped through with care. Inside the wall was another world: a broad lawn, a swimming pool, a three-story house that announced itself at a glance. Beyond the unbroken sheets of glass, the interior was furnished just as lavishly. So this was what a real rich man's house looked like.

"Welcome."

The house's front door opened. The accent had sounded heavy, and sure enough, the woman was a foreigner. She was pretty, too. Only her skin was deep brown; her features sat closer to the West than to Southeast Asia.

"Ah, yes. Hello..."

Not a girlfriend, she decided. A housekeeper...? That was the feeling. There was no reason to be dressed up like that just to be inside the house.

"Come in. Boss is waiting."

"Yes..."

She climbed the stairs under the foreign housekeeper's guidance and arrived at the innermost room on the third floor. She knocked, soft and careful. An answer came from inside.

"Come in."

She opened the door and found Kim Taeyoung sprawled at ease on the bed, watching an Excel Broadcast on a large monitor hooked up to the computer. He had on nothing but a robe, and through the gap of it a broad chest showed.

Su Yeoning flushed before she knew she was doing it. Looking at that chest, she understood exactly why she had come here today. Today her hymen would be broken. Kim Taeyoung had said he would do it.

"Hello, Oppa."

"Take it off first."

"Ah, yes..."

There was no warm greeting, no glad you came, no was the trip hard. Just as she had thought, she was a sex partner, a sexual plaything. He had no interest at all in her ordinary life. What she had been doing, how she had been getting by, even the fact that she had done her hair new yesterday—he didn't notice any of it.

It doesn't matter.

She had never really wanted those things. She had fretted for a few days, but he was a man far above her. Better to be satisfied with what she had. So long as she didn't sour his mood, she could make serious money.

Su Yeoning slipped off the coat she had been wearing. Astonishingly, there ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was nothing under it. That, of course, had been Kim Taeyoung's order. For fifty thousand Moon Balloons, she had sold her shame.

Her heavy breasts swayed. The nipples stood stiff and swollen. Between her pale thighs ran a wet trail where her slick had spilled.

"Haha. What's this. You leaked all the way here? Come here."

Kim Taeyoung crooked a finger and called her over. She approached the bed on careful steps.

"Spread your legs."

"Yes..."

Her legs opened little by little. This was already the third time—the third time showing him her pussy. She was still ashamed. So ashamed that her pussy fluttered and a fresh rush of slick welled out.

"How was it? Coming all the way here in nothing but a coat."

"I was scared. What if someone found out..."

"And?"

"Nnn... haa, and part of me felt a thrill. I kept imagining the coat coming open... imagining my body on display for people walking by, for the taxi driver. Hahh..."

"So that's why there's this much pussy juice?"

"Hahh, yes... that's right."

"You really are a pervert. Aren't you?"

"O-Oppa..."

"What? I'm just calling a pervert a pervert. Hold still."

Kim Taeyoung opened a drawer, took out a marker, and scrawled words all over her body.

"Are you going to take pictures?"

"Quick on the uptake. Grab your pussy and spread it. I want the hymen nice and clear. Bend your legs a little."

"Yes..."

Kim Taeyoung photographed her pussy with his phone. Every time the shutter clicked, her pussy twitched. Getting off on exposure photos was nothing new for her. She reacted this way every time. But today's event still had more to it.

"Yeoning. You ever look at the OnlyFans account?"

"What? Ah, n-no..."

"Why not?"

"Um... I forgot the ID."

"Hahaha. That so? Doesn't matter. Want to look at it together?"

The OnlyFans account he had made ten days ago had drawn in heat-crazed men from all over the world. With the subscription set to free, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠even two photographs had gathered dozens of comments.

Half of them were Korean, and the other half were foreign. There were plenty of languages besides English, but reading them was no trouble. One tap of Translate to Korean, and every last one came up in Korean.

"Haa..."

Su Yeoning let out a hot breath, then swallowed. She didn't seem to notice what she was doing at all. She stared straight through the monitor and read the comments one by one, with care.

"Three hundred people hit like just to say your pussy's nice. How's that feel?"

"Hnn, I don't know... Is this what being turned on feels like?"

"Looks like it. Your nipples are bigger than they were a minute ago."

"Hnn!"

Kim Taeyoung brushed her nipple, light as anything. Su Yeoning curled in on herself too hard and let a moan slip.

"Sensitive again today."

"Y-yes, thank you."

"First, go over there, spread your legs, and lie down."

Kim Taeyoung pointed to one side of the room. A pure white screen had been lowered over the wall, and white cloth was spread on the floor beneath it. More filming, then. It had to be—an expensive camera was mounted in front of that white screen.

"Today we're shooting a masturbation video. I got two toys ready. One's a Womanizer. An orgasm machine that finishes you off. The other's an ordinary dildo."

Kim Taeyoung got up and took two adult toys out of a box. They were not familiar objects to Su Yeoning. A dildo, at least, she had seen once or twice online or at a friend's place. The Womanizer was something she had never seen in her life.

"A masturbation video...?"

Compared with shooting stills of her pussy, the difficulty had jumped. Even so, Su Yeoning did not refuse him. She couldn't cross his mood. Only if she kept giving him what he wanted could she keep the money high. And she herself was growing addicted, little by little, to exposure and to stimulation.

"Yeah. First, get yourself off about three times with this. With the sensitivity you've got, it won't even take long. Then you choose. Whether you want my cock to punch through that virginity, or you do it alone with this dildo."

Kim Taeyoung took his cock out. It was a good thirty percent bigger than the ordinary dildo. Which one would hurt more when it tore a hymen was already decided.

The dildo would hurt more. Size aside, a cock made of muscle and skin was far kinder than a toy cast in silicone. But Su Yeoning wouldn't know that. That was the fun of letting her choose.

From Kim Taeyoung's side, whichever she picked was fine. If she chose his cock, he would be moved by the loyalty. If she chose the silicone dildo, he would enjoy the sight of a virgin driving through her own hymen.

"M-me? By myself?"

"Yeah. Here. Take the Womanizer and start."

"Uuu... but, Oppa. My face won't be in it, right?"

"Don't worry. It won't. And if it is, I'll mosaic it."

"O-okay..."

Su Yeoning lay down on the white cloth and spread her legs. The camera caught her shameful display exactly as it was. Two million won for the body, five million won for a single lens—the image was sharp enough to show pores.

"Set the cupped part against your clit. Then press the button."

Her pussy fluttering, her asshole clenched tight from nerves—both showed clearly. So did the graffiti written over her mound and along her thighs. And the moment the Womanizer touched her clit was caught just as cleanly.

"Hngh—?! Hnyaaah! Wh-what is this?! Oppa!"

The instant the Womanizer met her clit, Su Yeoning came apart. From her ass down through her thighs, she shook as if something had gone wrong in her. Strange moans spilled from her mouth. The stimulation was too strong; she couldn't last three seconds before she yanked the Womanizer away.

"Orgasm machine. Just hold it there a few seconds. I told you it'd send you over for real."

"N-no, even so, it's too strong..."

"Strong is the good part. Put it back on."

"Nnh... yes..."

Su Yeoning settled into place again. She opened her legs toward the camera and brought the Womanizer down over her pussy.

"Hnyaaaaaah! Aah! Aaaah! Oppaaa! I'm coming! Ah! Aaaaaaah!"

Su Yeoning, sensitive to an absurd degree, reached orgasm in ten seconds. Under the Womanizer's relentless stimulation, a squirt burst from her pussy.