What She Could Give

A message came in from Song Jihye with no lead-in at all. Pure Song Jihye, as KakaoTalk went. The corner of Kim Taeyoung's mouth lifted.

Folded faster than I thought. I figured I'd have to drop by another time or two.

He sent a reply first.

The read receipt vanished. He'd said it to be a brat on purpose, and there was no reply. Even so, he could picture her swearing. The image cracked him up. Then he messaged Heo Myangmyang as well.

Her reaction was cute again today. Teasing her had a flavor of its own. And just like that, another date was on the books. The earlier one would have to be canceled.

The prior date had been with another female cam. After a night together, he'd meant to take her to Namsan Department Store tomorrow. He wanted Jo Sua to see a woman who changed every day. But a tastier schedule had turned up, and Kim Taeyoung canceled without a second thought.

He'd been watching streams at home in comfortable clothes. Now he changed. There was still plenty of time before evening, and before then he needed to call Song Jihye outside and get their stories straight. That was why he was getting ready to leave.

"Sally?"

He came down to the first floor, and Sally was nowhere in sight. Off cleaning somewhere? The house was so big that this happened now and then. No real need to look for her. If she didn't see him, she'd just assume he'd gone out.

Before that, a bathroom. He'd rushed downstairs and forgotten to take a leak. There were six bathrooms in the house, two on each floor. One of the first-floor ones he'd given over to Sally and Jennifer alone. It sat near the far room on the first floor, easy for them to use. The other was by the front door. Kim Taeyoung opened that door and stepped in.

"B-Boss!"

Sally was bathing inside. Foam thick on a shower puff, scrubbing at herself, she yelped in surprise.

"Wh-why are you washing in here?"

Kim Taeyoung was flustered too. Even so, male instinct had him scanning her body. Hard to believe it belonged to a child's mother. She'd had the baby in her teens, and perhaps because of that her figure was still as taut as a virgin's—breasts and ass firm, the lines of her remarkably smooth.

"P-please get out!"

"Ah, sorry. I'm the one who should leave."

Since the coins had come to him, he'd never been chased out of a moment like this, so the reaction lagged. He apologized lightly and stepped out of the bathroom. Her voice followed him from inside.

"I sowwy. I went shopping and I sweat a little…. Jennifer is taking a nap, so I could not use the inside bathroom."

"Ah, got it. Wash in peace. I'll use the one on the second floor. And I'm heading out again today, so no need for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠dinner. Look after the house."

"Yes…."

A brief mishap. Kim Taeyoung drove, trying to push the image of Sally's body out of his head, and in front of Heo Myangmyang's place he called Song Jihye.

He waited a little, and Song Jihye came out. Dolphin shorts, a single jacket thrown over them, slippers on her feet. It was winter. Wasn't she cold?

"Get in."

Kim Taeyoung rolled the window down and stuck his face out. Song Jihye came over, grumbling.

"Why would I get in your car?"

"I don't care either way. Aren't you cold? This is going to be a long talk."

"Is there even that much to talk about?"

"If you don't want to, just go home. If you're going to be this uncooperative, I don't need you either."

"Tsk…."

She clicked her tongue, short, and climbed into the passenger seat. Up close the muscle showed even more cleanly. How did a woman end up with more of it than a man? There was a little intimidation in it. But this, too, was a rare dish.

"Shall we negotiate first?"

"Negotiate? Negotiate what?"

"What each of us can give and take."

"What? There were no conditions like that before!"

"In exchange, you were supposed to soothe Myangmyang properly. Did you do what I said? No, you didn't."

Song Jihye shut her mouth. He was right. Rather than gently steering Heo Myangmyang into a sex-friend arrangement, she had cursed him without end and tried to drive them apart. All of it had failed, of course.

She could have lied. She didn't. Even if she did, she'd be caught. Her unni was far more gone on Kim Taeyoung than she'd thought. Whatever she said, if he asked Heo Myangmyang, it would all come out.

"So we set the give-and-take again. For my part, I agreed to give you a chance to get with Myangmyang. What can you give me?"

His gaze traveled over her body. She covered herself on instinct.

"D-don't tell me you're going to do that to me too!"

"That would work. Isn't that about all you have to offer me?"

"Fuck. You really are a pervert. I knew it."

"Ahaha. Not sure that's something I ought to be hearing from a girl who masturbates while watching the unni she lives with have sex."

Song Jihye ground her teeth. A big, muscular woman in a rage was honestly a little frightening. Kim Taeyoung spoke as if he were perfectly at ease.

"Jihye. Think carefully. This is your chance to be with the unni you love so much. You've been playing all sorts of tricks on Myangmyang, who doesn't know a thing, haven't you? You won't have to go the long way around anymore. Get my cooperation, and you can do this and that with Myangmyang out in the open."

"Filthy bastard."

"Swearing stops there. Cross the line one more time and this negotiation doesn't continue. Remember that. Once I decide it's a no, I cut it off clean."

"Ngh…."

At the warning, Song Jihye closed her mouth. He had presence. An aura, if you liked. The air of a man who held every advantage—confidence the coins had given him—settled over her and weighed her down.

"So what's your choice? Pay the price and cooperate? Or keep living the way you are now?"

"Once…. Once would be enough, right…?"

"Haha. That won't do."

"Why! So I have to become your sex slave?"

"It's not that. The condition is that when I play with Myangmyang in bed, I call you too. Which means you'll end up on the bed with us. Once isn't going to cover it."

"No. Not then. I mean when it's just the two of us, like this."

"Well, we can settle that later. For now, sleep with me once, and in return I'll call you in with Myangmyang. Deal?"

Song Jihye nodded. Set aside that the other party was Kim Taeyoung, and the terms weren't bad. She liked women, but she liked men too. It was only that she'd never found a man tall enough to match her, so she leaned ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠more toward cute girls.

Of course she was curious about cock as well. Not a hard plastic dildo, and not a soft silicone one. She'd always wondered what a real one would feel like.

She just hated that the man in question was Kim Taeyoung, the one who had taken her unni.

"Wash first."

They arrived at a motel nearby. Song Jihye, who had never come to a motel with a man, shrank in on herself.

"First time at a motel? What's wrong?"

"S-so what if it's my first time!"

"Haha. It really is your first? You said you're twenty-two, right? Then I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠guess that tracks. I'll have to teach you slowly and properly."

"I don't need that!"

Song Jihye went into the bathroom. Who did he take her for, some idiot? Even if it was her first time in a motel, she knew where the bathroom was. She washed much faster than an ordinary woman. Living in the athletic club until she came of age had done that to her.

She came out in a robe instead ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her clothes and edged into the room, awkward. Tall as she was, the hem reached only halfway down her thighs. It looked like that fashion where the bottoms had gone missing.

"You really washed and came right out. You wanted it that badly?"

"Shi…."

The curse caught in her mouth. She remembered his warning.

"Come here."

"A-aren't you going to wash?"

"I washed at home."

"Wh-what are you doing!"

Kim Taeyoung caught her wrist and pulled her toward the bed. Startled, Song Jihye set her strength against him and held. She's fucking strong. A worse angle and he'd have been the one dragged up onto the mattress. So the muscle wasn't for show.

"This won't work as is. If we're going to do it properly, I'll have to tie you."

"T-tie me…?"

"You keep resisting. Swing an arm wrong and catch my face, and I feel like the bone would just shatter. So I'm tying your arms."

She couldn't argue with that. Even Song Jihye thought it could happen. Once her head went hot, there was no telling what she might do. They'd already agreed to have sex. She decided to let her arms be tied. Not being able to use them was only frightening when there was a risk of being raped.

"Tie them gently…."

She turned her arms behind her back. Kim Taeyoung undid his belt and bound them tight.

"I said tie them gently!"

"If I don't tie them this tight, they'll come loose. Shall we start, then?"

"Nngh!"

Kim Taeyoung climbed onto her ass. Unable to bear his weight, her hips sank, and he grabbed them at once.

"Whoa, this ass is firm. Firmest woman's ass I've ever touched."

"Wh-why are you touching me there!"

"Because we're having sex. Don't you know it's easier to put it in if the pussy's wet? Or should I just shove it in? You like it when it hurts? Is getting hit your thing?"

"N-no, it's not!"

Asked if she had a masochistic streak, Song Jihye denied it hard. They say too fierce a denial is as good as a yes. Well, he could check later. Kim Taeyoung started the foreplay. Not the gentle kind he used on the other female cams. She had a cheeky streak, so he handled her by force. The way you would if you were raping someone.