Ten Billion, and She Still Counted

A hotel room. On the bed.

"Aaaah! I'm really dying! Aaah! You bastard! I'm gonna die! Hah— haaah!"

Hwayeon's moans poured out without a break. This was already the third time. Kim Taeyoung showed no sign of tiring; three times running, he had taken his fill of her body. It felt good every single time—that much was certain. The toll it took on her stamina was something else entirely.

Sex with Kim Taeyoung drove in a pleasure her body had no way to withstand. After orgasm upon orgasm, her legs shook like a newborn lamb's. And this was already the third. No wonder the curses and the wails tore out of her.

"Why are you pretending you hate it again? Your body's this happy."

"Haaaaaah!"

His hand settled on her lower belly. She was as sensitive as a body could get. The firm press of his palm just above her womb pumped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her pleasure up all over again, and a light orgasm washed through her—nothing more than a jab, but she was already wrecked past wrecked.

"Kyaaaaaah! Haaah, aaaah!"

She made a sound like an animal. It was pleasure fierce enough to blow her reason clean away.

No. I can't. It's too intense. If this keeps up, I really will...

She was going to fall. Ten years a broadcaster. A high-class whore worn smooth by use. For her, sex had been a tool—one method among others for keeping a Whale on the hook a little longer. So long as the money was there, she spread her legs without a second thought. That was how she had held the title of number-one Female Cam for so long in the jungle called KoreaTV.

She had made a great deal of money, and there was a downside. She had lost interest in everything that wasn't money. Love and dating were dull. Games, books, films—consuming culture bored her too. Exercise and skincare she simply endured, because she had to stay popular.

Naturally, her interest had shifted to gathering money, investing it, and making it grow. The further that went, the more she kept company with people who had money, and who had information about how to make more of it.

She had been certain of all that. So why, now of all times, was sex giving her a feeling like this? The orgasms wouldn't stop, and her body was in agony. But the agony was exactly as sharp as the thrill. She had always thought affection and pleasure traded at par with cash.

"No! I don't want it! I can't! Haaaaah!"

"What do you keep saying you can't do? You're feeling it just fine. There—you came again, didn't you?"

"Hah, haah! It's too good! That's why I can't! Aaaah!"

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Sex with Kim Taeyoung felt too good. That was why it was not allowed. Sex was supposed to be nothing but a means of making money. Let sex make her feel this good, and her heart would start to shake. She didn't want that. It wasn't that his height or his face were bad. He simply didn't have enough money. Six billion won at the outside—how was anyone supposed to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠live a whole life on that? She needed a hundred billion, at least. And even that was the floor.

"Ugh! You're clamping down so fucking tight again. I can't hold it. I'm coming!"

"Come! Come inside, give me all of it!"

Hwayeon locked her legs hard around his thighs. His prostate worked overtime and spat semen, and heat flooded into her belly.

"Haaah, aah... add three million. Haah."

She forced the words out while her hips trembled.

"Haha... you're keeping count even like this?"

"Nnh... I have to say it out loud, or I can't... nnh... count it right... aah.... But I really can't anymore. Spare me.... I'm done..."

On stream, Hwayeon carried herself like a queen. Right now she looked like a rabbit, some soft little grazer. An obscene rabbit, semen trickling in a steady line from her pussy. Kim Taeyoung stroked the white rabbit's ass.

"Shall we go one more time?"

She flinched. The money-hungry little rabbit shivered. She forced upright a body that barely had the strength for it, then folded down in front of him in a full prostration, forehead to the sheet.

"Spare me. No more! I mean it. I feel like I'm going to die. No—if we go again, I actually might. Okay? Oppa?"

"Hmm. Still not enough."

"Please... I'll do anything else you tell me to."

"Then will you take one out with your mouth?"

He had only said it to tease her. But the violence of her reaction put an idea in his head. His cock was filthy from one round of sex after another. Just imagining her sucking it was enough to put the strength back into him.

"With my mouth?"

She was looking right at it, so every smear of fluid was plain to see. It was dirty. But she could do it. Hwayeon was a professional whore who did Cleaning Fellatio for pay.

"All right. Mmph—!"

She didn't hesitate. She took his cock in her mouth, and a strange taste spread over her tongue, semen mixed with her own slick. Fishy. A flavor that was familiar and not familiar at all.

She swallowed what she had gathered in her mouth. When you cleaned a man this way, semen went down your throat whether you meant it to or not, so Hwayeon generally swallowed. If she was going to eat it anyway, a man liked it better when she chose to.

"Aaah."

Finished with the cleaning, she opened her mouth and put out her tongue. The sign that she had eaten every drop, neat and clean. Sure enough, Kim Taeyoung was a man like any other. The sight of her having swallowed all of it pleased him and stirred him, and the cock she had cleaned recovered itself, stiff and full of strength.

"Now I'll take it out properly."

She smiled at the cock that had risen again. Another round of sex would have turned her stomach, but this time she was finishing him with her mouth. To make a man come, he had to be hard first.

"Glrk— mmph!"

She took him deep into her mouth. The head touched her throat, and she sucked in air with everything she had. A vacuum. Her lips clung, sticky, to the shaft, and her cheeks hollowed, thin and vulgar. Like that, she moved her head up and down.

"Nnh."

A pleased sound slipped out of him. Measured by sensation alone, being inside her felt far better. But a blowjob had a flavor sex didn't. You put a woman to work for nothing except your own pleasure. It was a naked gap between the one above and the one below—Gabjil, pure and simple. Kim Taeyoung had spent his whole life on the bottom rung of someone else's ladder, and making a woman like Hwayeon into the one underneath gave him a satisfaction that went well past the body.

"Mmph!"

His cock twitched. The signal that he was about to come. Hwayeon felt it on her sensitive tongue and drove the fellatio harder—faster, stronger. She tightened her lips and sucked the air out, and the speed of her head only climbed.

Then semen burst from him. Both hands locked around his thighs, she took into her mouth every drop of the hot liquid pouring in.

The long tumble on the bed was over, and Kim Taeyoung and Hwayeon had come into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bathroom. Seated between his legs, she prodded at her pussy with her fingers and grumbled. Once the pleasure of sex had all drained off, a raw, stinging ache was what remained.

"Haa... Oppa. What am I supposed to do if my pussy stretches out? They say even after a woman gives birth, it loosens. The hole gets wider."

"I heard it goes back to normal if you give it time."

"And how would you know? You've never had a baby."

"The women I've been with told me so. Leave it alone with me for a month or so, and it tightens back up. Hurts again the next time."

"Oppa, exactly how many women have you been doing this with?"

"Hard to say. How many have you slept with?"

At the question turned back on her, Hwayeon shut her mouth. When a question put you at a disadvantage, the best answer was no answer at all.

A fresh morning, a soft bed, and a naked woman. The best kind of morning. He reached out without even opening his eyes. Against his hard, rough hand, the skin was soft and springy.

Kim Taeyoung stroked Hwayeon's body for a long while—down from her back to her ass, then up again to her breasts. Touch any part of her once, and he couldn't take his hand away.

I really did it with Hwayeon.

Sex all night, and then the two of them opening their eyes in the same bed. Only now did it hit him for real that he had slept with Hwayeon, the number-one Female Cam on KoreaTV.

"Mmm. Oppa..."

Hwayeon opened her eyes. His hand was still on her breast. She smiled, soft and pleased.

"What is this, first thing in the morning. You want to go again?"

She seemed to have forgotten crying and begging him last night to please, please stop. The smile was plenty provocative.

"I'd like that. Mm."

He brought his mouth to hers, but she stopped it with her hand. This scene—he was fairly sure he'd lived it yesterday.

"From here on, it's a paid service. Ten million won a shot."

Kim Taeyoung caught her hand, moved it aside, and smiled with his eyes.

"If I give you twenty million, do I get to roll around with you all day today, too?"

"...No. Sorry. I wasn't thinking it through. Oppa, you don't go to work, right? Then let's just go get a light brunch."

She dropped her tail at once. Kim Taeyoung was a man who did what he said he would. Only yesterday she had tried to play him for a sucker, and she was the one who got caught. The sex with him had felt wonderful, and the price had been just as steep. Her pussy was still sore. The fatigue piled up by all that violent movement was no small thing either.

"So put this away."

She caught in her hand the cock that had been jabbing her thigh. Hot, and pulsing. She had a feeling she might be thinking about this one for a while.

"Oppa, I'll get going, then. You'll come to the stream today, right?"

"If nothing comes up."

"Okay. See you later. Mwah."

They ate a light late breakfast of bread and dessert and parted. Hwayeon, who had meant to take him for a fool, had realized he was no easy mark and slipped straight into sweet-talk. From the hotel all the way to the brunch café she had made herself as pliant as a tongue in his mouth, building him up. Kim Taeyoung, tasting for the first time the real savor of Gabjil, happily let her wait on him.

Then, a little past noon, a call came in.

So it had come. They were moving considerably faster than he'd expected. Or was that only natural? He had fired ten billion won in Moon Balloons at his own broadcast and requested the cash-out immediately afterward. From KoreaTV's side, a quick response was the only option they had.

"Yes. That's me."

Are they recording the call for evidence?

Kim Taeyoung had nothing to shrink from. He hadn't done this without thinking. Before he fired the ten billion, he had looked into everything that needed looking into.

"Yes."

The employee's tone was changing. He was starting to handle Kim Taeyoung like a criminal. Kim Taeyoung let out a scornful little laugh.

"And why would that be any business of yours? As a KoreaTV employee, there is exactly one thing you can tell me. The money I put in. Does it cash out, or doesn't it? If it doesn't, say so quickly. I'll have to request a refund."

For a moment, the employee on the other end of the line said nothing.

"Understood. Anything else?"