Seducing My Female Friend with Money (3)
Sunday's broadcast was over.
"Cha Yuna, I'll see you again Friday evening."
"Yeah. Good work. You too, Miss Saika."
"You worked hard as well, Miss Cha. See you over the weekend."
Standing by and watching the sex still left her pink with shame, but by the third day Cha Yuna had settled into the job completely. Paying the weekly wage of 2.5 million won up front had done its work, and it showed.
"Eunseok, did you happen to catch it today?"
"Catch what?"
"Miss Cha. She started to slide her fingers down there, then froze."
"She nearly touched herself without even realizing? Shame we missed a good shot."
"I was about to tell you, but she'd already pulled her hand back."
Whenever the two of them were left alone, Saika Kanna dissected Cha Yuna's reactions and state of mind down to the smallest twitch.
"She's wavering hard. Ask her to go on at the right moment, and there's a real chance she'll fold."
"That isn't how I want it, though. I want to take my time and fuck my female friend properly. Savor it."
I laid the plan out for her in detail. Saika Kanna listened, covered her mouth with one hand, and smiled a small, sly smile.
"You really are wicked."
"Which is why I need you to help me a great deal, Kanna."
"I'll do everything I can. You gave me that enormous bonus of ninety million won on the first day, and you're even letting me stay in a hotel residence this nice."
From Monday through Friday afternoon, Kanna and I never once left the officetel. We spent every hour of those days tumbling together in the nude—no masks, nothing—in the sex room, the bathroom, the living room, the bedroom. Every coupling was kept as a private recording. And of course I paid her an appearance fee of ten million won each day.
"Ahhk—! Hahh—! Eunseok! You're— you're so hard! How are you lasting this long... ahhhnn!"
"I'm afraid I've got rather a lot of stamina."
After the Powerball win, a dissolute sex life had taught me that my appetite and my vigor were anything but ordinary. Ten times a day was nothing, and marathon sex was well within reach.
"I really don't think Miss Cha will be able to take the whole of your appetite by herself."
"She'll have to. Call it interest on rejecting my confession back in middle school."
"You really are wicked."
Monday through Friday, Kanna and I burned through the week in pure debauchery, working our way through every costume, every position, every toy. She flew out the following Monday, so before then I meant to wring every last bit of pleasure from that soft, obscene body.
The second Friday evening, Cha Yuna arrived for work carrying herself with far more composure than the last time.
"I'm here. Hello, Miss Saika. Please look after the shoot again today."
"Miss Cha, you're here? I'm counting on you."
Once again she was flawless as staff—quick, crisp, nothing to fault. Between takes she even cooked simple food for the two of us.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahhnn! Ahhk—! Haaahk! Too deep! Ahhk—!"
Sunday. It was the last time I would have sex with Kanna under Cha Yuna's eyes, so I burned hotter than usual.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"I'm coming—I'll come! I'll fill you all the way up!"
"Ahhnnn! C-come, come! Come deep inside me! I want your baby! Ahh—!"
She shuddered. Her insides rolled and gulped around me. Locked together in missionary, mouth sealed to mouth, I crushed her against me until not a drop of space remained, and poured a thick flood of sticky semen into Kanna's sopping, clenching pussy as it squeezed me like it meant to wring me dry.
Coming inside a beautiful woman's body felt incredible. Nothing else compared.
Neither of us spoke. With Cha Yuna still watching, we stayed joined in missionary, holding each other deep, kissing without end, tongues sliding together. Only after I'd killed every camera by remote did the two of us uncouple and sit up.
"Eunseok, Miss Cha. Shall we have a staff dinner tonight? My treat."
Kanna offered it exactly as we'd arranged beforehand. Cha Yuna, in the middle of getting ready to tidy up, flinched and looked at her.
"Miss Saika? A staff dinner?"
"Yes. I got quite a lot in tips today, so I'd like to treat the two of you."
"I'd be grateful. Yuna, you?"
"I— I..."
Cha Yuna's eyes did nothing but spin. She had never seen Saika Kanna outside the officetel, and the thought of it clearly sat wrong with her.
"J-joining a staff dinner is a basic duty as an employee. It's an extension of the work, isn't it? Miss Saika, if you're treating us, I'll eat with gratitude."
"It's so we'll pull together and do well from here on. Let's eat plenty of good food today and give it everything we've got."
"Then, Kanna, shall we go wash up?"
"Eunseok, today let's just wash and come back out. We have a dinner to get to."
"All right."
Of course, we hadn't skipped the bathroom sex. Careful that Cha Yuna wouldn't notice, we slipped together and ran a final check on the operation.
Squelch, squelch. Schlick, schlick. A shudder, then that thick wet clench.
Coming inside her in silence while the shower poured over us sent a sharp little thrill up my spine—sharp enough that having to part ways tomorrow almost felt like a shame.
"Then I'll be rooting for you, Eunseok. You've got this."
"Yeah. Thank you."
Before we stepped out of the shower, Saika Kanna leaned in and gave me a quick peck.
"It was only ten days, but we made a lot of memories."
"I'll treasure them."
Guess I'll pull them out as jerk-off material now and then. Not that I could even remember the last time I'd actually masturbated. It was a blur.
"You two are out? I've finished tidying the officetel, so you can head out whenever."
"Oh, Cha Yuna. Snappy as ever. Knew I was right to hire you as staff."
"Heh. Can't go losing a sweet gig like this. I'm going to work hard from here on, so keep an eye on me, Boss."
We got dressed and went out. With a celebrity-grade natural beauty on each arm, every man we passed flicked me a look that said who the hell is that guy?
So this is how it feels.
Back when I'd been living in pure debauchery, I was always too busy sprawled in a bed, fucking and finishing, to notice. Taking a beauty out for a date had a kick all its own.
Now and then, for a change of pace, I ought to do dates outside too.
Saika Kanna: five-foot-ten, slender, with an overflowing I-cup. Cha Yuna: five-foot-six, not quite Kanna's match, but heavy breasts that had no business on a frame that fine-boned. In the face alone she had Kanna beat. A perfect face, if you wanted to call it that. With the two of them on either side of me, eyes snagged on us wherever we went.
Kanna led us to a traditional Korean course restaurant she had reserved ahead of time. She said it was a place she had wanted to visit once more before leaving Korea. The moment we were settled in a private room, Cha Yuna lit up and started carrying the mood.
"A place like this must be insanely expensive. Miss Saika, thank you, really."
"I'm treating you both so you'll keep looking after me from here on."
Drinks came, then the courses, and we ate well and talked in an easy murmur. Sex and the broadcast never came up once. We chatted the way any ordinary man and women in their early twenties might—idols, travel, hobbies, what we wanted out of the future—light, and nothing more.
"Oh my, Miss Cha. Your dream is to be a professor? I had no idea. Brains and beauty both."
"Ahaha... Things at home suddenly went bad and I was about to have to take a leave from school, but Eunseok found me a job this good, so I made it through."
"I think Miss Cha is going to be a truly famous professor someday. I'm cheering for you all the way to a Nobel Prize."
"It sounds like a dream, but thank you."
The seating had me and Cha Yuna side by side, with Saika Kanna on her own, so Yuna wouldn't feel left out.
Cha Yuna has no idea Kanna was a professional AV actress to begin with. What would a twenty-year-old virgin at a top university, drop-dead gorgeous or not, know about the world of Japanese AV? A blank slate.
"Miss Saika, now that I think about it, the day I first came in was your first shoot too, wasn't it?"
"That's right."
"Eunseok, so what happened to the model before her?"
"She'd made as much as she meant to make, said it was time to get married, and retired. So I contacted Kanna and rushed her in as the new model."
"Ahh, I see. But Miss Saika, how did you come to know Eunseok?"
"I got a DM on social media. They said that just for coming to the interview I'd get two million won for transportation, paid up front, so I figured it couldn't be a scam."
"Whoa. Two million, just for transportation..."
"What's so shocking about that? Donations in the millions drop all the time."
"The first day was a jackpot. Everyone threw in ten million because it was my first time. When it had already stacked up to ninety million before we'd really started, I was genuinely moved."
We laughed our way through the talk, but I could see it—a faint, complicated feeling gathered in one corner of Cha Yuna's face. She herself was pulling ten million a month for easy odd jobs. Saika Kanna's fixed daily appearance fee started at ten million. Of course she would compare.
That was when Saika Kanna shaped the words at me with her lips.
"Now."
"Got it."
Once the signal we'd agreed on had passed between us, Saika Kanna made a show of checking her phone, then clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.
"Oh no! What do I do, what do I do!"
She set the phone down and flustered about as if she had no idea where to put herself. Cha Yuna startled too, and I asked as if I knew nothing at all.
"What's wrong?"
"I just got a call from home. Someone in my family was badly hurt. They're in critical condition."
"Is it serious?"
"Yes. I think I have to fly back to Japan tomorrow. First I need to book a flight..."
Saika Kanna tapped at her phone with anxious fingers, pretending to reserve a ticket.
"Booked. I go back to Japan tomorrow. I'll try to be back by Friday."
"I hope your family recovers quickly. Don't worry about things here. Focus on looking after them."
Saika Kanna had been scheduled to return home tomorrow from the start. Cha Yuna knew none of it.
The dinner fizzled out like that, and we parted. The moment I got back to the officetel I was already indulging in Saika Kanna's pussy, and while I did, I sent Cha Yuna a text that sounded perfectly grave.
Cha Yuna read it and stayed silent for a long while before she finally wrote back.
At last I had thrown Cha Yuna the real bait.
A good while later, Cha Yuna answered.