Why Him, and Not Me
"This place is good."
"Right? You normally can't get a reservation here to save your life. Me, though? Lifetime free pass."
The traditional Korean course house Hwayeon had booked was clean, and the food was excellent. Having money was nice for this, too. He was starting to take a real interest in eating well — not rice swallowed because he was hungry, but a meal eaten so he could taste it.
"Anyway. Let's pick up where we left off. You really think kissing in front of Sua is going to be fine?"
"Mm. She'll take a bit of a shock, sure... but looking at her now, I don't think she's going to give up."
"And if she does?"
"Huh? Then, well... nothing we can do."
"Hey! What kind of half-assed plan is that?"
Hwayeon had tossed it off like nothing, and Kim Taeyoung's voice climbed.
"Come on, oppa. Where in the world is there a perfect plan? If everybody did exactly what I told them, I'd be married to some third-generation chaebol heir by now."
"Ha..."
Maybe trusting Hwayeon had been the mistake. Should he revise the plan while he still could? He looked at her with open distrust, and sharp as she was, she read him at once.
"Aish, listen. The design is what matters. I'm not saying you kiss her out in the open. You time it for the exact moment she shows up, so she catches you at it. Then she won't be able to think about anything else all day."
"And after that?"
"After that you just keep being good to her. If she starts digging straight into your women, or if she confesses, that's when you tell her what's actually in your heart. I've got a lot of women. Date me and you're going to suffer. Something like that."
"And that works?"
"It works, I'm telling you. You know how they say women like bad men? That line gets read a few different ways. Sometimes it means she wants to take an alpha male who already has plenty of women and make him hers. Sometimes it's confidence, or hope — the belief that she can make a man tangled up with women look only at her."
"What matters is that you keep treating her well until her feelings get big. Big enough that no matter how many women are standing next to you, giving up simply isn't an option. And I think you've already pulled that off. So all you have to do is let her see you with a woman."
Kim Taeyoung stroked his chin and turned it over. It sounded like complete bullshit, and yet somehow it persuaded him. Her career was flashy enough to earn that much.
"Fine. I'll trust you. I can leave the design to you?"
"You can, but... you know."
Hwayeon curled her thumb and forefinger into a little circle. Money.
"I dropped a hundred million won on you yesterday."
"Ehehe. Money that's already come in doesn't make my heart race. I'll just be extra good to you instead."
She let her eyes go half-lidded. Sex showed plain on her face. She undid a single button, and the valley of her breasts slipped into view between the panels of her shirt, unhurried and deliberate.
"You coming on to me?"
"Heh. Did it work? Think you're hard? Should I check?"
Hwayeon dropped to all fours and crawled around the side of the table. She buried her face in the crotch of Kim Taeyoung, who sat sprawled with his legs spread wide, and sniffed.
"Haa. Oppa, you smell incredible. You showered, and you're still nothing but man. Ahaha. This is swelling up, right? You're so big it shows right away. You're this stiff — uncomfortable, isn't it? Want me to take it out?"
A succubus. Pouring off heat that thick, Hwayeon might as well have been the lust-demon out of an old tale. She caught the zipper in her teeth. Zzzip — the fly came down. Then, smooth as anything, she drew his cock out through the opening.
"I can suck it, right? I want your cock in my mouth right now. You don't?"
"Like hell I don't."
That they were in a restaurant didn't matter. Getting the lust in front of him dealt with mattered more. In a place this expensive, the staff didn't step into a room until the guest called for them.
Gluk. Hwayeon took him into her mouth. It was nothing like the clumsy blowjobs of green Female Cams — a deep, heavy fellatio, her skill somewhere up against the sky. A cock so monstrously thick that most people struggled just to get their lips around it, she swallowed to the root.
She opened her throat, sent the head inward, and drove her face all the way down until her lips met the thick hair at the base.
"This needs punishing. Too sexy a crime."
Kim Taeyoung caught her hair. Once, twice, he wound it around his hand until he had a grip, then worked her roughly up and down. A throat-pussy onahole.
"Hnngh—! Guhk!"
Hwayeon endured the irrumatio without anyone teaching her. She could even breathe freely. How much experience did the woman have? Because of it, Kim Taeyoung could drive into her without holding anything back.
Somewhere in the middle their positions changed. He lay back, and Hwayeon climbed over his legs, her mouth still locked around his cock.
Vuk, vuk! Hnngh! Kek!
Every time his cock punched her throat, a filthy, obscene sound came up. No matter how hard he drove it in, Hwayeon took all of it. It wasn't a throat. It really was a throat-pussy.
Satisfaction climbed through him fast. He couldn't hold this. He let the urge to come tear out of him.
"I'm coming!"
He yanked hard on the fist buried in her hair. The head shoved deep past her throat.
Splrrrt! Fwaaah—!
Semen flooded her. Even Hwayeon couldn't quite bear the hot rush punching through; tears welled at the corners of her eyes. But she was top-tier even among professional whores, and in the end she took every drop that slid from throat down into her stomach.
"Kkeugh, kehhek. Haa... You came hard, huh?"
She wiped the spit and precum from the corner of her mouth and smiled wide. The look of her was pure filth.
"I was already stuffed, and now I'm so full I could throw up. How much did you even come?"
"You're the one who came on to me."
"Well, yes, but... Oppa, I'm going to be expecting a deposit for that one, all right? You'll come find my stream tomorrow?"
"Yeah, yeah. Milk it for whatever you want."
"Hehe. I love you, oppa. But oppa — what about waxing? Just now, and when I play with you normally, the hair gets in the way."
Waxing. It wasn't that he had no interest. But did he really need to bother?
"You'd be more comfortable too, you know? Washing with hair and without is a pretty big difference. And the women who sleep with you would have an easier time touching you. Honestly, once hair keeps getting in your mouth, it makes sucking you harder."
"Hm. Should I try it?"
"Yeah. Let's. I'm about due for a touch-up myself. Want to go together?"
"Let's. Brazilian, both of us."
"Uh...? All— all of it off?"
"Don't want to?"
"It's not that I don't. Never mind. If oppa wants it, I should. When do we go?"
No point putting a thing like this off. Today's only plan was dinner, then rolling around in bed.
"Now?"
"Uh... Oppa, you can't have sex after a wax. You sure that's okay?"
"Then no. Next time."
Waxing was postponed. Sex mattered far more than being clean this very minute. Well, of course it did.
"Jihye! Come eat!"
The house Heo Myangmyang and Song Jihye shared. On days Myangmyang wasn't streaming, eating together was an unspoken rule.
"Yaaawn... Unnii..."
Song Jihye came out mid-yawn, in a loose tank top and tiny dolphin shorts. The muscle she'd trained stood out at once. Stack a frame of six-foot-one on top of that sharp-cut face and a stranger would have found her thoroughly threatening. What she actually did was no different from a kitten.
"Aish! Don't cling. Sit at the table."
She pounced on Heo Myangmyang. All she did was wrap her up from behind, but the gap between them was a good sixteen inches. A big tiger hugging a rabbit was the same thing as tackling her.
"Mmm. Just a little. My unni levels are low. I need a refill."
"There you go saying weird things again. Aren't you a good girl?"
Song Jihye stuck herself to Heo Myangmyang and scrubbed their cheeks together. It happened often enough that Myangmyang took it in stride, stroking Jihye's head and fussing over her in baby talk.
This is good. Waking up late and getting babied by unni. If I could live like this forever, that would be enough. But a snag had turned up in that life.
"Unni. Who are you texting?"
"Hm? Oh, Taeyoung oppa... I wondered if he'd eaten. And if he needs them, I was going to send some side dishes."
Kim Taeyoung again. These days Heo Myangmyang lived sunk in him. Song Jihye knew, of course, that he sponsored her by an absurd amount. Even so, the nerve of him setting his sights on unni sat very badly with her.
Even the fact that Myangmyang was in contact with him grated. She had no grounds to stop it, though. Heo Myangmyang didn't think of her as someone to date — not even that.
"That bastard leaves you on read even when you message him. What's so great about him that you keep texting?"
"Jihye. What do you mean, that bastard. Talk nicely."
"Haa. You're so naive it makes me nervous, that's all. I'm telling you, that guy wants your body. He asked you to be sex partners, didn't he?"
"That's not it. A lover for one night. And he said if we set a date and met, he'd treat me like a girlfriend."
"That's the same thing. Unni, don't tell me you actually think that isn't a sex-partner arrangement."
Heo Myangmyang pouted.
"So what if it is that kind of relationship."
"What? Unni!"
"What. So what if it is. I'm satisfied the way things are. I couldn't date anyone until now anyway. Being with Taeyoung oppa feels good."
"Ha..."
Song Jihye set her spoon down on the table with a clack and stood at once. The door slammed shut.
"Jihye? Song Jihye! What's wrong with you? Are you mad about something? Jihye! Come out! Let's talk!"
From the other side of the door, Heo Myangmyang called for her, anxious and pleading. Jihye didn't want to face her right now. She didn't want to get angry at the Heo Myangmyang she loved.
Fuck. This is shit.
She felt genuinely like shit. She'd treasured her like a flower growing on the edge of a cliff, doted on her, told herself it was all right even if she could never have her. Just living together and looking at her had been happiness enough.
Why does that bastard get to, and I don't?
If it was only a physical relationship, Song Jihye was confident she could satisfy her just as well. No — if it became that kind of relationship, she could cherish Heo Myangmyang in her heart, too. She loved Heo Myangmyang more than anyone else in the world.
It pissed her off. It burned. All the more because this wasn't a problem effort could fix. In Heo Myangmyang's heart, she would always be nothing but a close little sister.
Song Jihye picked up her phone and stared at the contact she'd saved for Kim Taeyoung. She'd sworn she would die before she ever reached out to him. But she didn't have a choice anymore. She couldn't stand that bastard monopolizing unni however he pleased. Even if she had to borrow that son of a bitch's power to do it, she was going to move her relationship with unni forward.