I Hired My Female Friend as an Employee (2)

The preparations were finished. Today was the day we cut the tape at the starting line.

I called Cha Yuna to the Signature Residence at Jamsil Tower.

The moment she stepped into the officetel with me—nearly eleven thousand square feet of it—her mouth fell open and refused to close.

"So it was real..."

"What, you thought I was lying?"

Her eyes were practically spinning; I could see it plain as day, and I swallowed a quiet laugh. The situation sat a little awkwardly on her, too. She couldn't quite meet my gaze, fanning her face with one hand while she stole glances around the interior.

"This place is seriously unreal."

"I told you it was real."

Some rundown little studio and she never would have believed me. But this was the finest hotel residence in the country, and the largest unit they had, and the last of her unease finally let go.

"Can I look around?"

"All you want. Come on."

I walked her through the residence room by room. She marveled at the lavish interiors and let out little squeals at the dizzying drop of the view from the high floors.

This almost feels like a date.

"God, this is insane. Yeah—this is exactly what a hotel residence that charges a small fortune for two boiled eggs ought to look like."

I chuckled and threw the last door wide.

The room where, from here on, the two of us would spend the long haul biting, sucking, and fucking without end—a sanctum devoted to nothing but sex. It mattered, so the name deserved to be written out properly. The Sanctum.

"..."

Cha Yuna had been grinning the whole time at the Signature Residence's splendor. The instant she took in the Sanctum, the sex room, she went rigid.

A huge mattress lay low in the center of the wide room. Dozens of cameras, expensive even at a glance, bristled on every side, lenses trained from high angles, middle, and low. One was mounted on the ceiling, staring straight down. Over by the computer bay, monitors crowded the wall thick as a situation room.

"...Hey. Park Eunseok."

"Getting scared now?"

"No... why are there so many cameras?"

"So the clients can pick whichever angle they want, moment to moment. Or would you rather hold the camera yourself? You don't want that either."

"I-I don't, but..."

She clasped her hands behind her back, hesitated, then said it.

"So what am I supposed to do from now on?"

"Clean the officetel, mostly, and whenever the model needs something, you handle it. Water, a towel, that sort of thing."

"That's easy. All that, for ten million a month?"

"Security matters. If some untrustworthy mouth wrecks this precious space, we're finished."

"I get it. I'll work hard. And I'll keep the secret. Absolutely."

"I know you're that kind of person. That's why I trusted you with it. Agh—now I can finally straighten my back."

Just then, my phone went off.

"Model's here. Wait. I'll bring her up."

"You really are thorough about security. You bring them up yourself every time?"

"I registered you so you can come in alone from next time. Access key's ready, too."

"Got it."

Down in the lobby, Saika Kanna was waiting by herself.

"Where's your manager?"

"I told her to rest."

She trusted me, then. I was grateful for it.

We rode the elevator up together, and I told her on the way.

"There's one new female staff member. If you need anything, just tell her."

"Is that so? All right."

The moment we stepped into the officetel, Cha Yuna shot to her feet and bowed to Saika Kanna.

"Ah, hello. I'm the staff. If you need anything at all, please just tell me."

"..."

Saika Kanna quietly looked her up and down, and a smile gathered at the corners of her eyes.

"You're really lovely. It's nice to meet you. I'm Saika Kanna. Please, call me Saika."

"Oh, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you're Japanese? It's nice to meet you."

"You really are beautiful. This is the first time I've seen someone so pretty in Korea. I haven't seen it in Japan, either."

"Th-thank you..."

Still embarrassed to be making conversation with a model, Cha Yuna fanned her face and scurried off to whatever work she could find. Not that it amounted to much more than setting out refreshments.

Saika Kanna's eyes settled quietly on me.

"Mr. Park Eunseok, is she really just staff?"

"Yes. She is."

"I see. Understood."

That subtle smile in her eyes told me her instincts were anything but ordinary. Then again, one look at Cha Yuna's face and figure and anyone would have landed on the same guess.

"Mr. Park Eunseok, I'll go change."

A red, see-through slip of a dress.

Saika Kanna had changed into the outfit I'd ordered, and the two of us sat side by side on the mattress. We both wore eye masks. In the cameras' blind spot, Cha Yuna sat.

All nine VIPs were in. Fake accounts, of course—ones I'd made myself. From the start, this was nothing but a show dressed up as a private broadcast. The VIP accounts spewed out the automatic, scheduled, and feedback messages I'd preset, an AI firing them through macros. I could also pretend to talk with the viewers while working a wireless keyboard or my wristwatch, spinning up combo messages on the spot.

Setting all of that up had been a real pain.

The eye masks were there to soften Cha Yuna's resistance. If no one had to bare a face, it would be that much easier for the thought to take root. Maybe I should try it too...?

"Hello, everyone. Today we've brought in a new model. Please call her SK."

"Hello, I'm ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠SK. It's lovely to meet you."

"All right, SK. First, could you tell us your height and your bust size?"

"I'm 177, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠my bust is an 80I..."

The interview went on as naturally as that. Whenever I asked something a virtual VIP would be curious about, Saika Kanna smiled sweetly at the camera and answered. There were so many cameras that I'd marked the main interview one specially, so there would be no mistaking it.

"When was your first time?"

"What positions do you like?"

"How many times in a day have you had sex?"

"What kind of sex fantasies do you have?"

Saika Kanna hadn't been told about this part. Flustered, she looked at me.

"Ah... what's going on?"

"Separate from the appearance fee. A viewer is donating."

"Ah... arigato gozaimasu. Thank you."

Only then did she break into a bright smile and bow her head.

I stole a glance at Cha Yuna. She looked dazed, knocked sideways by the ten-million-won donation that had just gone off.

She already knew there was a separate appearance fee. Tips of ten million popping from the very start would rattle anyone.

And this is only the beginning.

And then they kept coming, one after another, straight through to Viewer 9—ten million won apiece. From the opening moments, Saika Kanna had ninety million won in tips.

Not even the biggest S-rank newcomers pulled numbers like that. The special ceiling, I'd been told, topped out around thirty million won a video.

"Oh my... so many donations... Thank you, truly. Thank you."

At last the tears came. She wasn't sobbing, but the sight of her wiping the tracks from her cheeks was strangely moving.

This is the whole point of throwing money around.

It was the first time I'd ever poured this much onto a single woman. Even Hong Seoeun—the failed idol trainee, a virgin when I'd been seeing her—I'd only been giving thirty million a month.

The money wasn't for Saika Kanna. It was a barrage of cash aimed squarely at my female friend, Cha ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Yuna, holding her breath in the camera's blind spot and watching.

She hadn't even shown her bare face. Nothing but a new face, and already the tips had stacked to ninety million before anything began. Who on earth could hold out against that?

What matters is the urge to try it just once.

The first time—crossing that line—is genuinely hard. But cross it even once, and every time after comes easy.

The AI's stiff diction couldn't be helped. If anything, it played up the image of a VIP trying to hide the way he really spoke. This one, though, was an on-the-spot message I'd built myself—a macro combo off the keyboard. To the women, it would only look like I was managing the chat and the cameras.

Saika Kanna laced her fingers in front of her face, smiled sweetly, and turned the question back around.

"Which position would you like?"

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind, so you can leave satisfied."

The preliminary questions—everything we needed before our bodies came together—were finished. At last Saika Kanna and I sat facing not the cameras, but each other.

I'm gonna lose it. So fucking horny.

On physique alone, she outclassed Hong Seoeun by a long way—the trainee virgin, the first one I'd ever taken. Five-ten, an I-cup on a slim and outrageously stacked frame, skin white and smooth. The slip looked deliberately a size too small; her breasts were so full and taut they seemed ready to split the fabric.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I slid an arm around her waist, drew her in, and kissed her, soft.

In the camera's blind spot, I saw Cha Yuna squeeze her eyes shut.