Seducing My Female Friend with Money (2)

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Ahh—ahn—haah—haaang! Ahhnn!"

Taken deep from behind, Saika Kanna had both arms stretched back and locked tight in my grip, and every rough slap of my hips, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠every wet, driving thrust, punched another moan out of her.

This was already our fourth round.

Masks over our eyes, we kept going—sex dressed up as a VIP stream—while Cha Yuna waited in the camera's blind spot, swallowing hard again and again.

Ugh. Can't hold it. I'm coming.

The urge to finish surged up like it meant to blow. I let go of Saika Kanna's hands and clamped both of mine around her hips. I sealed my pelvis flush to that taut, springy ass as if I had no intention of ever pulling out, drove in deep enough to spear her womb, and bore down until the load I'd been hoarding tore loose inside her.

It burst out of me in a hot rush. Spurt after spurt. Her whole body jumped and clenched around it.

Saika Kanna's shoulders had given out completely. Only her ass stayed hiked high, speared on my cock, while the rest of her shivered in little tremors. Sweat beaded along the pale line of her back, and the way that back twisted, thin and helpless, soaked through with pleasure, looked good enough to eat.

I kept her hips locked to mine and let us tip slowly sideways. Still joined from behind, we lay on our sides and caught our breath for a long while. When I looked up again, there was Cha Yuna, dry-swallowing, utterly at a loss for what to do with herself.

Watch closely, Yuna. This is you, someday.

I hit the macro on my wristwatch, and the VIP accounts did exactly what I'd preset—fired off their final donations and dropped out one after another. I killed every camera with a single tap and pulled the eye mask off.

"That's a wrap. Thank you for your work."

"You too, Mr. Park…."

Cha Yuna, who had been holding her breath the whole time, finally let out the sigh she'd been sitting on.

"I-it's over?"

"Yeah. They've all left. We don't decide when the stream ends. The VIPs do."

I could feel Saika Kanna fighting a laugh—the flutter of her walls around my cock gave her away. She already knew there were no VIPs. This was a private stage built for me alone. Of course she found the whole thing funny.

"Ha… it's over. Finally."

"Get us some water. I'm thirsty."

"O-okay."

Yuna hurried off and came back with bottled water. I pulled out of Saika Kanna and, on purpose, let my dark, flushed cock bob in the air, glazed thick with her slick and my come, while I took the bottle. Yuna's eyes dropped for half a second. She whipped her head away on reflex.

I drank beside Saika Kanna, easy and affectionate, and shot Yuna a little smirk.

"Hey. If you get that embarrassed, I can't focus on the job either."

"S-sorry. I thought I was ready, but it's my first time, so…."

Saika Kanna sat up, leaned warmly into me, and smiled with perfect kindness.

"Ms. Cha will get used to it in no time."

"Th-thank you…. Is there anything else you need?"

"Mm, not really? Mr. Park, shall we shower together?"

"Sure."

Yuna nearly jumped out of her skin.

"T-together? The two of you?"

Saika Kanna flicked me a private look, then answered as if it were nothing.

"After a shoot, the male and female leads showering together is perfectly ordinary."

"I-is it…. It's my first day, so I don't know anything yet…."

"Ms. Cha, if you could tidy up in here while we wash, that would be perfect."

"R-right. I'll ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠leave it spotless."

Saika Kanna and I went into the bathroom with our hands all over each other. Washing turned into wanting again. Under the spray we fitted together once more, and I emptied myself into that lush pussy a few more times, thick and unhurried, before we finally finished the shower and came back out.

"…."

The moment our eyes met, Yuna's face went scarlet. She didn't ask why we'd taken so long. She'd figured out exactly what we'd been doing in there.

"I-it's all cleaned up. Really clean. The sheets are in the washer right now."

"Good work."

Saika Kanna and I pulled on house robes and settled comfortably on the sofa. Yuna hovered, awkward, then sat down at a careful distance. I spoke just loud enough that she was meant to hear.

"Of the ten million appearance fee, I transferred three million before we started. Add up everything that came in as donations today, and I'll send you another hundred and forty-two million won right now."

"Oh my. Thank you."

"Don't mention it. It's only what you're owed."

Yuna's shoulders flinched at the number. Her face was lowered, so I couldn't tell exactly what kind of shock it was.

"Can I clock out now?"

"Eat first. It's late. I'll order room service. The food here's good."

"No, no! I-I can just eat at home!"

Face still red, Yuna fanned herself with one hand and stood.

"B-both of you! You worked so hard today, really! I-I'll just head out!"

"You're not planning to ghost after a single day, are you? If you're gonna disappear, say it now."

"I'm not ghosting! Why would I turn down work that pays this well and barely wears me out? I'll be here tomorrow, so don't worry!"

She snapped it out like a challenge, grabbed her things, and fled the officetel.

Saika Kanna smiled, slow and knowing.

"Is she a virgin, by any chance?"

"She is. How could you tell?"

"I just could. It shows. I had a time like that myself."

"Haha…."

"I can feel how badly you want her, Mr. Park. It's practically radiating off you."

"She's pretty."

"Hmm. A female-friend fetish, is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it?"

"Who knows."

Saika Kanna rose without hurry and drew her robe down. The cloth slipped away, and her bare white body stood in front of me. She settled onto my lap, looped both arms around my neck, and whispered.

"Until I go ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back to Japan, I'll do everything I can to help you get what you want."

"Thank you, Saika."

"Call me Kanna."

"All right. Then you call me by my name too."

We kissed for a long time. Then we went back to the studio sex room. No masks this time—faces bare, in front of the cameras—we recorded every bit of that fevered night we wanted to keep.

The next day, Cha Yuna showed up at the officetel right on the time I'd given her. One look at her face and I could tell she was even more resolved than yesterday.

"Yuna? You look different from yesterday."

"Yesterday I don't think I looked professional. Not like a real employee. I got home and I was so embarrassed I was kicking the blankets."

"Yeah?"

Not because she'd watched her male friend's sex in raw detail, right in front of her?

"Don't worry starting today. No more falling apart. I'll show you exactly what a capable, diligent staffer looks like."

"Oh, I like the confidence. I'm counting on you."

"I've got to earn my paycheck. Just leave it to me."

Our Yuna had changed overnight. Yesterday she'd been clumsy, stiff, every inch the virgin who didn't know where to put her eyes while she watched us fuck. Today she moved sharp and quick, taking charge of the studio's cleanliness and comfort. Of course, when the sex started, her face still went red and she still couldn't help being shy.

She's a virgin on day two. Of course she is. That's what makes it hotter.

I spent the day buried in Saika Kanna's ripe body again, and though it wasn't quite yesterday's flood, I still had the VIP accounts spray donation tips with a generous hand. From today on, of course, those donations weren't actually paid out. Saika Kanna had said she'd take only a flat appearance fee of ten million won from here. She'd suggested it herself. Shake Yuna's heart this way.

I'll make sure Yuna gets her donations properly later anyway.

"Stream's over. Thank you for your work."

"You worked hard, Eunseok. Ms. Cha."

"…You both worked really hard too."

The moment the pretend stream ended, Yuna was on her feet, brisk and attentive. We showered together like yesterday and went at it under the water until we were spent. When we came out, the sex room and the whole officetel had been put in perfect order.

"Eunseok, I'm tired. I'm going to lie down for a bit."

"Go ahead, Kanna. Rest well."

Kanna yawned and disappeared into the room I'd given her.

"Eunseok, is Saika staying here?"

"Yeah. I told her to. By the way, how's the family situation?"

"If you keep paying me on time, I don't think we'll have to sell the house."

"Staff pay is weekly, as a rule. Want this week's wages up front? Two and a half million won."

Yuna brightened at once.

"Really? Then yeah, I'd feel a lot better."

"Hang on. I'll send it now."

I transferred the two and a half million on the spot. Yuna checked the deposit on her phone and broke into a relieved, helpless grin.

"But Saika… so from now on she gets a flat thirty million every week, plus extra tips?"

A very careful question. She'd watched the woman clear a hundred and forty-five million won in a single day. Of course she was reeling.

"Yeah. Her daily appearance fee is ten million."

"Ha. Ten million a day…."

"It's only natural the female model makes the most."

"Is the whole industry like this? I had no idea this world even existed. It's kind of messing with my head."

"No. This studio is special. The VIPs are all worth tens of billions."

"…Rich people really do play in ways I can't even imagine."

She looked thoroughly fed up. The two fingers wrapped around her water glass fidgeted, restless with the confusion.

"So she only works with you, then? The whole time?"

"Yeah. I'm the only male model. I've never used another one."

"Is there a reason?"

"I'm the one who runs the studio. Bring in some other guy and he might take my territory. Can't have that."

Work Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Thirty million guaranteed, minimum. An eye mask on. And the only man she'd ever be with was me. I fed Yuna those three facts with careful, quiet precision.

A new face, and the donations started at ninety million. That number's still floating behind her eyes, isn't it?

"I see…. So Saika's going to keep working only with you from here on, too?"

"That's right."

Saika Kanna flies home in nine days. Cha Yuna doesn't know that.

You're wavering, Yuna. I can tell.

My childhood friend—my female friend—was ripening exactly to my taste. It sent a thrill straight through me.