Ah, Sex!
"Oppa... I-I'm cold..."
On the park's loop trail, Su Yeoning shivered. It wasn't only the cold making her tremble. A mountain path without a single streetlight was more than enough to frighten a woman born and raised in the city.
"Hang on a little longer. I'll warm you up in a second. Stick your ass out more. Spread it wide."
"Hnn..."
Kim Taeyoung had settled in behind her, the lens of his phone fixed on her ass. At his order she spread herself open, and the holes hidden between her cheeks parted. Click. The photo was taken.
"That's my Yeoning. Look how wet that pussy is, and you're out here being a total pervert."
"Oppaa..."
She shook. However worked up she got, she couldn't beat the cold of the open air. Better to finish fast and head back. Kim Taeyoung dropped his pants, and a thick, heavy cock sprang free.
"Colder than I thought. I'm putting it in. Grab the tree so you don't fall."
"O-okay. Haaah!"
Something thick and hot pushed into her pussy, and she was more excited than usual. Not a well-appointed hotel room, not the polished luxury of Kim Taeyoung's house — wide-open outdoors. The thought that someone else might already have seen her naked. The thought that what they were doing right now could be seen all over again. It lit her up.
"Haaang, haaah!"
The moans she had been swallowing grew louder. She didn't know anymore. Wanting to be caught and wanting not to be caught lived in her at the same time. If she were caught, the shame would be unbearable. But it would feel just that good.
At some point Su Yeoning had come to accept her exhibitionism. With Kim Taeyoung beside her, endlessly confirming it, she hadn't had a choice. She hated being a pervert. But there were upsides too. The pleasure was bigger, that went without saying, and masturbating had gotten easier. On stream, her confidence had grown as well. As she started choosing bolder clothes, the viewers loved it.
"Hnng! Ah, it feels so good! Aaaah! Oppaa!"
The big, thick thing drove into her pussy, and Su Yeoning cried out, full of pleasure. Hard to believe she had been a virgin not long ago. Even the knife-edge wind cutting into her skin went dull. Sensitive as she was, Su Yeoning could focus on nothing but the pleasure.
"Auuung, ah! Oppaa! I'm gonna come! Aaaah! It's coming! I think I'm coming! Haaaang!"
She announced the orgasm. Her inner muscles spasmed hard, ready to pour the pleasure out, and then she crested.
"Haaaaaah! Aaah! Aaaaaah!"
Moans spilled out of her. Pussy and womb, locked in orgasm, clenched around his cock. Kim Taeyoung didn't fight the urge to come. Semen poured out of him in a rush.
Glug. Glug-glug-glug-glug-glug.
"Hnng! It's h-hot! Aaaaah!"
Hot semen dumped into a pussy still coming. From her womb a thick pleasure climbed, and her legs went so weak her knees nearly buckled. Su Yeoning barely stayed upright, clutching the tree and panting hot breath.
"Hnnn, haa, haa..."
Still drifting in the afterglow, she felt him pull out. From the hole left gaping in the shape of his cock, semen slid out in a long strand.
Semen Top-Up Complete
Refills Welcome
Kim Taeyoung scribbled it across the empty left cheek, then took the photo. Another good one today. He'd check whether her face showed, and then put it up on OnlyFans.
"O-oppa. I'm really cold..."
"Let's head back. Clean the cock first. You know the drill."
"Ah, okay..."
Su Yeoning came around in front of him and knelt on the cold ground. She licked his cock with care. She still wasn't used to the taste of semen, and she didn't want the fluids from her own body in her mouth either. But if she endured it, she could manage. What was smeared on his cock disappeared into her mouth.
Then the night of the year-end party arrived. The whale gathering was thrown young, and very of-the-moment. The venue was a club in Gangnam. They had rented the entire VIP lounge, and anyone who wasn't a member of the whale club was barred at the door. Ah — a pretty woman invited up by a whale was the exception, of course.
Before the real fun started, about twenty people gathered in one room. The chairman who had organized the meetup sat in the center and lifted his glass high. A third-generation chaebol, was it? Word was that the unknown grandson of a fairly well-known company had built this club so he could play properly.
"Let's get the boring talk over with. The point of this gathering is to spend money in a way that's more fun, and more efficient. There's no obligation whatsoever. Everyone here has money, so the idea is we get acquainted, push each other up, and pull each other along. Trade information, too. So I hope you all enjoy yourselves tonight. I'll shout it first!"
Were these people insane? Why on earth was the slogan sex? A minute ago they had been putting on airs about how rich they were, and the cheer was pure lunatic. Kim Taeyoung held his glass and looked around, dumbfounded. While he was still thrown, the opening ceremony ended.
"Existing members — everyone but the new ones — please enjoy yourselves freely. New members, stay a moment. I'll explain the basic rules of the club."
As if empty ceremony was something to compress, they shouted Ah! Sex! and scattered in twos and threes. It felt, somehow, like a gathering that had actually come to play.
"Good to meet you all."
There were three new members this time. Aside from Kim Taeyoung, the other two were men who looked to be in their late forties or early fifties.
"I'm Daegari, chairman of the club. Here we call everyone by nickname, so when you introduce yourselves, please use the nickname. Then I'll give you the simple rules. First, openly digging into someone else's identity is forbidden. If it comes out in the course of conversation, that can't be helped, but asking what someone does for a living, or what their real name is, is banned. Disputes are banned as well. Talk long enough and you won't always see eye to eye..."
The rules were simple, but long. Daegari seemed like a man who liked to talk. There was nothing difficult in any of it. Strip out the confidentiality, and it was elementary-school morals written up as a code.
"Just keep to the above. Then please enjoy yourselves freely. We've chartered the lounge for the night, so if there's a woman you like, bring her up by all means and let the urge out."
Daegari rose from his seat. The new middle-aged members followed him, asking this and that. Left alone in the room, Kim Taeyoung scratched his head.
Did I come here for nothing?
A slogan of Ah! Sex! They set a lunatic cheer like that, and then the rules were perfectly normal. From one to ten, he did not understand this whale club.
"Excuse me. Is the atmosphere always like this?"
Kim Taeyoung came out of the largest room, where the opening had been held. In the lounge, whales were already sweet-talking women and fooling around. He approached the man who looked the most at ease over his drink. Since he was here anyway, he meant to ask the things he had been curious about.
"A new face. Did you join this time?"
"Yes."
"Ha ha. Then you may have been a little thrown. The slogan's a bit crude, isn't it?"
Crude didn't cover it. They were insane. He thought it, but he couldn't say it out loud. Kim Taeyoung only nodded.
"But that's why we gather, isn't it? However prettily you dress it up, we're people who got together to sleep with women, or to play with women. So the founding chairman set the slogan as Ah, Sex. The meaning is that in here, at least, we take off society's mask, show what we really are, and play."
As if he was going to nod along about any deep meaning. The founding chairman, and the ones still carrying the thing on, were clearly lunatics. Kim Taeyoung was already regretting that he had come.
"I see..."
"Everyone here has a fair amount of money, after all. And in Korea, if a rich man plays however he likes, people point fingers, don't they? People like that need a place to let the urge out, and this is where the ones who can't be satisfied with an ordinary room salon ended up. More than that, let's introduce ourselves. Here we call each other by nickname. I'm Snow."
"I'm Coin God."
Kim Taeyoung gave his nickname, and Snow's eyes lit up.
"The real Coin God? The one who dropped a hundred million won in Seed's room...?"
"Yes. That's me. Why?"
"Oh, good to meet you. I never thought I'd see you here. What on earth do you do, that you'd... ah, I'm sorry. I got too curious."
"It's fine. I invest in crypto. Got lucky and made quite a lot. What do you do, Mr. Snow?"
"Crypto, is it. A fun field. You must be skilled, to make that kind of money there. I run one small business."
"Ah, so you're a businessman. Are there a lot of people like you, Snow? I heard the chairman is a third-generation chaebol."
"Ha ha... By the rules I shouldn't say, but it's the sort of thing you'll learn if you attend a little, so I'll tell you. Most of them run businesses, large or small. There are people more like freelancers, too. Now and then a lawyer or a doctor joins. But businessmen make up the biggest share."
"Hoh. So are there really people like illegal sportsbook operators?"
"Well... I don't know it that deeply. But there might be. And there might not."
"Thank you for answering."
"This is nothing. If we overlap later, I hope you'll cut me a little slack. My spending power doesn't match yours, Coin God. Ha ha."
He had the information he'd wanted, and Kim Taeyoung meant to end the conversation. The club music was loud, and he didn't like putting his face close to some older man to talk. Then he caught something else.
"Overlap? Overlap what?"
"Booking. In Corea TV terms, a meal date. You take meal dates often enough yourself, Coin God, so you know what I mean. Even if it isn't that, I'm only asking you to leave a little gap when a donation reaction hits."
"Ah..."
Only then did Kim Taeyoung nod. A female cam's other way of making money was the meal date. Selling your body for cash, the way Hwayeon did, was fairly common. Some cams slept only with whales they liked. Others slept with anyone, so long as the money came in.
Hwayeon had said that at her peak the bookings piled up until she wasn't getting enough sleep. Slang like overlapping and booking must have come from exactly that. And he thought he understood, now, why the unspoken rule existed: when a big donation landed in the middle of a reaction, you waited your turn.
This place had more influence than I'd thought.
They had shouted Ah! Sex!, and he had taken them for a den of lunatics. They were lunatics, all right — the ones steering the culture of Corea TV. Think about it for a moment and it was obvious. These were the people feeding Corea TV.