The Second Lecture
"Hnngh! Oppa. I'm changing positions. This is uncomfortable. Anh! Hah!"
Hwayeon caught her thighs and pushed herself up. She had already gone through Kim Taeyoung's favorites list and the chat; there was no reason to stay on the computer. Doing exactly as she pleased and still not being easy to hate — that was her charm. She rose, turned the other way, and stood in front of him, then spread her legs and settled astride his thighs.
"Haaah. Seriously. How is it new every single time you put it in? Haah."
She took hold of his cock and guided it into her pussy. Each time the thick head scraped along her walls and drove deeper, a heated moan slipped out of her. The feeling of being packed full still hadn't become familiar. Would more time take care of that — when the lines of each other's bodies were sharp enough to hold in the eye, when the shape of her pussy had changed to fit his cock? Even then, she wasn't sure she would ever get used to it. Still, that was what Hwayeon wanted.
"This is nice too. Taking our time."
"Haang, me too. Facing you like this, it really feels like we're lovers. Ah! Oppa, what happened with her?"
"Her? You mean Sua?"
"Yeah, yeah. That little kid who's into you."
"I wouldn't call her a little kid."
She was already grown, every inch of her. That was why he was looking at her as someone to date. He'd been meaning to ask Hwayeon about Sua anyway.
"Want to see this?"
Kim Taeyoung picked up the smartphone lying on the computer desk, opened KakaoTalk, and held it out to her. Maybe it was because he had gone to see her today — the change Hwayeon had described in the first lecture was already right there on the screen.
"Oppa. If she confesses, you're going to accept, aren't you? Is that why you agreed to meet that day? Looks way too soon to me. Dating her casually would be one thing, but you said you wanted a girlfriend who doesn't get jealous."
"That day? What are you— oh. Wednesday is Christmas Eve."
Hwayeon's glance through the chat made him tilt his head, and then he remembered what the date actually was. December 24th. Christmas Eve — a day for lovers, and a turning point for anyone still stuck in the almost-dating stage.
He'd completely forgotten. Lately he'd been living too loosely. Back when he was a department-store manager, he never missed a day like this.
"Oppa, haven't you been too nice to her? Keep this up and she might actually confess."
"No way."
"No way? Girls that age are nothing but feelings. What are you going to do if she confesses?"
"Hmm. Well..."
"You absolutely cannot accept a confession right now. Do that, and you won't get to play with the camgirls again."
Hwayeon pressed him with everything she had. Her livelihood was on the line; desperation was the only option. Kim Taeyoung nodded.
"Figured as much."
"Obviously. That's why you put in the time and the work and tame her little by little."
"So what am I supposed to do? Let's hear the second lecture."
He said it while drawing her hips in closer. The two of them were still joined, rolling their pelvises in a slow, unbroken rhythm.
"Hnn... that's good. Perfect timing for the second lecture. Hnn. First, you keep showing her different women. You went with that Su Yeoning girl this time, right? Next time, rotate through the other Small Fry girls. Oh — not the one called Myangmyang. She can't stir up any sense of crisis."
"That's the same as the first lecture."
"Aaang, that's because you rushed things too fast. You're supposed to rotate them and feed her anxiety and hope at the same time. You've already got her right up to the edge of confessing. First you show her how many women there are. After that, you move to the next step."
"What's the next step?"
"Letting her see you get physical with another woman. Meet me before your date with her on Christmas Eve. Then lay one deep, real kiss on me."
"Isn't that too cruel?"
"Hah? Oppa, so toying with her heart — and the other women's — isn't cruel?"
She was right. If he meant to have a girlfriend at all, he either cleaned up this life or he didn't take a girlfriend. One or the other.
"You're right. You don't get to do trash things while telling yourself you're trying not to be trash."
Kim Taeyoung nodded. He caught the hips of the woman who had just straightened him out and drove his cock up hard.
"Best cock I've ever had. Aaah! It tastes so good!"
"You talk like you're the one eating me. Hnnph!"
"Hnn! I am eating it! Aaaah! A pussy goes in, a cock sticks out. So the pussy eats the cock. Haaaang! So good!"
Not about to yield a single word.
"Fine. Eat all you want."
"Yeah! I'm gonna eat so much! Aaaah! I'm gonna eat all of Oppa's cock! I'm not giving any to the other girls! Haaaang!"
Hwayeon bared her possessiveness. It was possessiveness in words alone. She still loved Kim Taeyoung's money more than she loved Kim Taeyoung. He had found his way into her heart, that much was true, and she had been genuinely moved by him. But so long as the money kept coming, standing beside the other women as one more sister-wife under the same man was something she could do without a second thought.
"Huk! Oppa, harder! Aah, I think I'm about to come!"
Hwayeon shook her hips with abandon. Kim Taeyoung matched her rhythm and drove his waist up with everything he had, and his hands refused to stay still. They roamed her body — squeezing her ass tight, pressing fingers into her asshole, rubbing her clit, then bearing down on her thighs and her pubic bone. The iliac crest above the pelvis was an erogenous zone in its own right. From there to her ribs he caressed her with a delicate touch before moving on to her breasts.
"Ah! Aaaaah! I'm coming! Oppaaaa! I'm coming!"
Hwayeon clutched him tight. Her pussy clamped hard around his cock, and Kim Taeyoung let go of the orgasm he had been holding back.
Glug. Glug, glug, glug, glug.
A heavy rush of semen poured into her womb. The heat blooming in her belly drove her orgasm higher.
"Hiiit! Haaa! So good! Aaaaah!"
A voice drunk on bliss filled the stream room. She rested on his thighs until the afterglow had run its course, and he circled his arms around her back and her ass, his hands stroking her in slow, pleasant passes.
"Satisfied?"
"Mm. It was good."
"But listen. Wasn't the deal that you're supposed to be satisfying me?"
"Psh. You came too. Don't tell me it wasn't good. My pussy?"
Kim Taeyoung let out a short laugh.
"As if. It was good. That's why I came."
"Then we're fine. I feel good, you feel good. That's a win-win, isn't it?"
Hwayeon, her head tucked against the nape of his neck, nuzzled him and turned on the charm. Then a stomach growled. It wasn't his.
"Hungry?"
"Mm... I didn't eat anything after I got up."
"Let's wash up and go eat. You're buying, right?"
"Aaang! And you, with all that money!"
"You're worth tens of millions yourself."
"Mine's all tied up in real estate and stocks. You're the one sitting on cash."
"So that's a no on treating me?"
"Tch. It's not that! What do you want to eat?"
"Something expensive. Know a good high-end Korean place?"
"I'll call."
A little later, Hwayeon — dressed to the nines — and Kim Taeyoung arrived at an upscale hanjeongsik house, the kind that served a full traditional course. Privacy was guaranteed, so she hung on his arm like a girlfriend.
"Ah! Right."
In the middle of setting out water and the spoon-and-chopstick sets, Hwayeon spoke as if something had just come back to her.
"Oppa, some of the other whale oppas asked for your number. Should I give it to them?"
"Other whales? Why?"
"I don't really know either. Probably so you'll join their group?"
"A group? Whales have gatherings?"
"That's what they say. People with the same hobby getting together makes for good deals, or something?"
"Hmm."
Kim Taeyoung turned it over for a moment. A whale gathering. He couldn't see a downside to showing up. The more cards in his hand, the better — and he'd been curious anyway about what sort of men the whales actually were.
"Fine. Pass it along."
"Okay. I'll send them your number."
Hwayeon fiddled with her phone. In the gap, Kim Taeyoung picked up his own. A text from his lawyer was waiting. He had reached out the night before, and it looked as if the man had already come back with an answer.
"Yes. Counselor."
"Hello, sir. Heh — we do seem to end up on the phone quite often."
"Haha. We do."
"I looked into the matter you mentioned yesterday, and several things give me pause. First, there's a risk of accounting fraud. If you personally generate the revenue of a company you've invested in, it can be taken as an attempt to inflate that company's performance. Proceed to a listing in that state, and there's a strong chance of violating the Securities and Exchange Act."
"Then I'd be better off not doing it?"
"Ha ha. No. I'm a lawyer, so business isn't my field. But I'm told business always carries risk. If it benefits you, it's reasonable to proceed. You will need safeguards, though. What about establishing a corporation?"
"A corporation?"
"Yes. If the investment is made through a corporation you own, I believe the problem you're worried about disappears. Legally, a corporation and you are separate persons, so you may use a company that corporation has invested in as freely as you like. It won't matter in the slightest."
"Understood. Thank you for the advice."
"Ha ha. Not at all. I'm paid an advisory fee to do this. When the contract is ready, please let me see it. I'll review it myself."
"Yes. I'll call you then."
Kim Taeyoung hung up, and Hwayeon rounded her eyes at him.
"Oppa, you're starting a company?"
"Not sure yet. An investment deal came in. If it goes through, I might end up setting one up."
"An investment? In what? Tell me too. I'll invest along with you."
The moment money talk left his mouth, Hwayeon's eyes lit up. Building wealth was her hobby. Tips picked up from staying close to whales had a very high chance of paying off.
"There isn't a company yet. You know Director Park Myeongcheol at KoreaTV? Seems he wants to get into the personal-broadcast platform business. He asked me to invest, too."
"What?! Park Myeongcheol? That bastard's a complete scumbag!"
"Is he? What kind of guy is he?"
Hwayeon told him about Park Myeongcheol, and none of it was flattering. The back-channel talk ran to things like treating camgirls as bar girls, and nearly wrecking his life trying to sleep with one of them.
"Hmm... Then maybe I should reconsider the investment."
"Huh? Um... I can't really tell you what to do about that. He's a scumbag, sure, but if he's still sitting in that seat, maybe there's something to him? I don't know either. You decide. I'm not investing, though."
"All right. Thanks for the intel."
He could turn it over slowly later. There was no need to worry about it now. Once the contract and the business plan arrived, that would be soon enough.