One Step Past a Kiss
Christmas. It was a holy day for one particular faith, but in Korea it had long since settled into a holiday for lovers. The day before was no different. On the twenty-fourth—what everyone called Christmas Eve—the streets were packed wall to wall with couples.
"I-it's freezing..."
"So why'd you come out dressed like that."
"I didn't know we'd be walking around all day. Oppaaa. I'm cold."
Hwayeon plastered herself against Kim Taeyoung's side. He had a thick coat on, which was a shame—he couldn't feel the shape of her body nearly as clearly as he wanted.
Even with so many people around, she drew eyes the way a light draws them. Face, figure, and the clothes on top of both: a perfect three-part set. Man or woman, you couldn't help looking.
Someone in that crowd might even recognize her. Someone might snap a photo. Hwayeon didn't care. She was a female cam in her thirties now, already on the downslope. No new Whales were flowing in. For her, it was enough to keep a tight grip on Kim Taeyoung.
If a photo spread, it might even work in her favor. Let it slip that the man beside her was Coin God, and the other female cams would think twice about crossing her. Anyone could see that the woman you spent Christmas and Christmas Eve with was the principal wife.
Well... the woman he actually sees is someone else.
That evening she would have to hand Kim Taeyoung over to a young woman named Jo Sua. It was only because of that girl that Hwayeon had been able to book him for Christmas Eve at all. The other female cams didn't know that. With every calculation finished, she clung to his side and strode down the street as if she owned it.
"People are staring way too much, though."
"Of course they are. Look who you're walking with. Pretty women get this every single day."
"Oh. The confidence. I'm impressed."
"Starting to see what I'm worth?"
At the praise, Hwayeon's shoulders climbed a full inch. The look on her face made him want to tease her just to watch her squirm. He needed her help today, though, so he held it in.
They cut through the cold and into a Western restaurant. It was only lunch, and the room was already packed—high-end or not. A single meal there started at six hundred thousand won and could climb to a million. On a day like this, that only made the place busier.
"Hey, oppa. What if we go one step past a kiss?"
Seated across from him, Hwayeon said it with a hard, determined look. Today's whole plan had come out of her head: time it to the meeting with Jo Sua, and let the girl see the two of them kissing.
But Jo Sua had been firing off messages all through the meal, and Hwayeon was starting to think the hit needed to land harder. A kiss alone didn't seem likely to stop that headlong charge.
"Past a kiss? You want to show her us having sex?"
"That works. Or just the foreplay. Me, stripped naked, riding you—wouldn't that shock her out of her skin?"
"And if the shock's so bad she gives up on me completely?"
"Mmm... that could happen, I guess..."
Hwayeon sank into thought. She did know a woman's heart better than Kim Taeyoung did. A girl a full twelve years younger than her, though—she couldn't read that perfectly. Even so, her gut said a kiss wouldn't be enough.
Jo Sua had confessed in a situation where there was no angle for a confession at all. That meant she was braver than Hwayeon had credited, and honest about what she wanted. Show her a kiss, and she'd take one step back? Not likely.
"If it comes to that, you'll just have to soothe her."
"Hey. What kind of irresponsible line is that."
"Oppaaa, don't get mad. How am I supposed to know someone else's heart for sure? I'm just pointing you toward the side that seems more likely to work. The difficulty's high to begin with. If she were a little older, maybe. She hasn't even graduated."
"This only got this far because you egged it on."
"I didn't know she was a high schooler back then. And you wanted to see this woman and that woman anyway, didn't you?"
"Haa..."
Kim Taeyoung let out a long sigh at that. There was no backing down now. It was all or nothing.
"Fine. But if this doesn't work, you're getting it worse than last time."
"Aaaah. That's so meeean."
"What's mean is me being the only one carrying the risk. Don't worry. I'll stuff your donations full."
"Nnh..."
Hwayeon hunched her shoulders. The memory of those jumping jacks was still vivid. She had barely managed to cool his anger and crawl out of that mess. If things went wrong this time? It wouldn't just be hard. He might leave.
"Well, look who it is. Hwayeon."
Someone passing the table stopped to play the acquaintance. A man who looked to be in his late forties. The look on his face was not exactly friendly.
"Ah... Bulgom oppa. It's been a while."
Hwayeon greeted him by his handle. There was no warmth in her face either. One exchange was enough for Kim Taeyoung to read the relationship. Whale and female cam.
"Who's that?"
"An oppa who used to send balloons. He doesn't come around anymore."
"Good afternoon. Would you happen to be Coin God?"
Bulgom offered him a light bow. Taeyoung didn't like the eyes. He'd seen that look plenty of times as a department-store manager—the look that wrote you off as someone beneath him. The corner of Kim Taeyoung's mouth lifted.
"And who might you be?"
"Haha. Just call me Bulgom. Not like we're going to keep this connection going anyway. We met through Corea, so nicknames will do. More to the point, don't get too attached to this one. She only understands money."
"That's for me to decide. You finished?"
"Hm? Hostile, aren't we. Developed a little urge to keep her all to yourself? I'd advise against it."
"Bulgom oppa! We haven't seen each other in ages, and this is what you pull?"
Bulgom had been about to say something more. Hwayeon raised her voice and glared. He let out a short, scoffing laugh.
"Well. If you want to hear it, hear it from her. You're young. Don't waste your life getting bitten by a strange one like this. Advice from a senior."
"I don't take advice from seniors who get old and start lecturing. Take care."
Kim Taeyoung's refusal to bend put a deep scowl on Bulgom's face. He stared with a savage look. Taeyoung stared right back, the way you look at a man when you're daring him to keep talking.
"Ha. Give a man advice and he can't even hear it—nothing to be done. Don't go regretting it later."
With that, Bulgom left. Kim Taeyoung turned to Hwayeon at once.
"What was that? An old Whale? Something go bad between you?"
"Pretty much. He used to send balloons, but only halfway. So I stuck to a Whale who gave more, and he's been nursing a grudge ever since."
No wonder the man had looked so petty. Hwayeon was a professional whore. She was glued to Kim Taeyoung's side for now, but if a Whale showed up who tipped harder, she would cozy up to that side in a heartbeat. Not that anyone could out-tip Kim Taeyoung.
He felt no urge to keep her exclusive, either. Another woman—one whose first time he had taken—might have been different. A professional whore had done what a whore does, and the man had held a grudge over that? Be a man. Send more balloons and win her back.
"Wasn't worth dealing with."
He meant to shake Bulgom out of his head as fast as he could. The irritation was there, but life was full of this and that.
"Yeah. But he's in the whale club too... we might run into him again."
"A guy like that is in the whale club?"
"Yeah. Last I heard, there are about forty or fifty members."
If a petty type like that was a member, maybe he ought to rethink showing up. He'd been invited through Hwayeon. They were holding a year-end party before long, and he had decided to go. If that man was on the list, did he even need to?
"The other oppas should be fine. He's just uniquely twisted."
Hwayeon insisted he was the odd one out. There was a saying that a full storehouse makes a generous heart. They were all rich, and on Corea TV they had gathered to spend money, so fights hardly ever started. The people, she said, were mild.
"All right, for now. If you're done eating, shall we get up? If that bastard starts something again, I don't think I'll hold it."
Next time, Bulgom would not be a Whale anymore. Whatever the man was, Taeyoung would smash him flat.
"Ah, yeah. Let's go. Straight to the theater? We've still got a lot of time."
They were meeting Jo Sua at five. For that, he had rented out a cinema VIP private room for the entire day.
"It's only one. Too early to sit in a theater and rot. Let's go to a hotel."
Hwayeon swallowed. A lewd heat moved across her face. They said a woman's desire exploded from her thirties on. Hwayeon was no exception, and after she met Kim Taeyoung it had only grown stronger. His cock gave her pleasure she had never been able to feel before.
"Okay."
She smiled a wicked smile and clung to his arm.
Kim Taeyoung lay on the hotel bed, still in the middle of the chat with Jo Sua. From below came wet, greedy sounds. Hwayeon had his cock in her hand and was sucking him with devoted care—a high-class blowjob from a high-class whore. She could pace him all the way to the moment he came. Under that practiced mouth, he got to enjoy a slow, smoldering pleasure.
"Haaah... you done with the messages?"
"Yeah. She says she's going to shower."
"Then shall we start for real?"
Hwayeon rose with a smile thick with sex, and the body she had built through perfect upkeep came into view—firm breasts, a stomach without an ounce of spare flesh, and a tremendous set of hips. She spread her legs, shuffled forward in a low duck-walk, and climbed over his lower half.
"Haa, no matter how many times I look, it's huge. It hurt like hell at first. Now I don't think I can do without it."
She stroked his cock with something like love. It was still slick with the spit from her mouth. It would dry soon enough; that was fine. Hwayeon took hold of it, lined it up with her pussy, and lowered her hips.
"Hnnnngh!"
The blowjob had already heated her. Her cunt, flooding with slick, swallowed him easily. The muscles split with a scream—a scream packed full of pleasure.