Buying Virgins on Twitter
A few days before the kidnapping, I logged into Twitter and posted a tweet. [Buying a Virgin.]
I clicked on the rude commenter's profile, and there was a photo of a guy leaning against a Benz. Looked like he had a decent build and money too.
"Hope you drop dead soon."
They'd all be dead soon anyway, but I spat the curse and checked my email.
She's pretty. 500 million? Is this girl's virginity worth that much?
Well, I wasn't planning to just pop her cherry and done, so it didn't matter much. Still, I wondered if there might be better options.
Maybe I should've aimed for three at 300 million each?
Mulling it over, I clicked the next email.
I skipped the unbelievable ones like [Hymen torn from sports...] and [Bro, just 10k pls T_T_T_T] without opening.
I'd decided to send money, but by now the process felt like a hassle. Wanted to help the beggars too, but too annoying. Pass.
After sifting through tons of emails, I sent confirmation emails with my phone number to two of them.
"Hello, is it okay to meet today? Just confirming."
"Yeah, tonight 7 PM hotel lobby."
A call came from the woman herself that morning. She'd caught my eye from the start with her confident vibe—Im Na-young from the aviation service department.
Lots of beauties grabbed my attention, but she fit Eastern beauty best? Elegant looks, balanced figure. Sleek legs were top-notch. C-cup tits looked perky. Hips too... Just the prettiest overall.
"Ah, got it. Any underwear preference...?"
Service major alright, full of spirit even here. Boldly asking my tastes.
"Na-young, black see-through would suit you best."
"Ah, don't have see-through..."
"Wanna shop together then?"
"For real? Gonna send lingerie money too?"
"Yeah, why not. It's for me anyway. Sending it."
"Yay~ See you tonight~"
Pretending to confirm, but her intent was clear. Whatever—money was just meaningless digits. Giving some for last happiness wasn't hard.
I wired her a million won with the text.
Her saying she'd even do makeup for me, oblivious to her impending fate, drew a bitter smirk. Cute. So cute. Was "foolish cuteness" made for times like this?
While talking with Na-young, I thought I'd hit a salon too. Better look hotter, right? Some calculation there.
Whoa. "Makeup's just paint" wasn't bullshit. Even I looked decent dolled up. Shoulders perked.
"Thanks for your hard work."
Handed the artist who'd endured my ugly mug for an hour a generous tip and headed to the hotel.
The car I'd bought was a Land Rover Defender SUV. Car idiot here—first time learning Range Rover was the brand. Still kinda don't get it, just sorta knew.
Liked the sturdy design fitting the Defender name. Obviously not tank-proof for running over people, though.
Phone buzzed as I hit the hotel lobby.
Right on time? Answered, and a woman waving from the side approached.
Graceful like a stewardess, neat hair without loose strands. Eastern beauty overflowing, contrasted by her sexy curves. No doubt, video girl Im Na-young.
Heard rumors of Photoshop in videos, so I'd stayed wary, but real life was way hotter than expected.
"You got here quick."
"Yeah~ Shopping wrapped fast, so been waiting early."
"You look pretty."
"Hehe. I know~ Didn't think being pretty would net me 500 mil."
"Regretting it?"
"Nah? Why? Hate wasting my virginity on just anyone, but keeping it till marriage? No thanks. Been stressing since college—lucky break~"
Na-young showed zero regret, like her words. Seemed proud she could snag 500 mil for her looks. 'I'm a 500 mil girl.' That confidence was kinda funny.
"Kuh... Sorry, you were so chill it surprised me."
"I'm pretty cool, right~?"
"Yeah. Kinda charming."
Praise slipped out with the laugh; she grinned happily.
Said big Seoul uni, but doubtful. Looked too airheaded. Whatever.
One more to go. Near meet time, no word, so I called her.
"Hello?"
"The guy from before. Thought you weren't coming."
"...On my way."
Shin A-ram sounded pathetic, unlike Na-young. Voice knew she was selling her body—full of pathos.
"Call when you arrive."
"...I'm in the lobby now."
Turned; there was A-ram holding her phone.
Na-young was balanced beauty; A-ram was pure physique extreme. All charm in her tits—H-cups snatched my eyes instantly. Fuck, massive. Gasped when I saw the email.
Those tits—no, A-ram—shook toward me in jeans, white tee, cardigan over. Proper outfit, but those tits nullified it. Tits never lie.
Overwhelming violence from that huge chest built anticipation already.
"Welcome."
"Yes."
Her curt reply read her mind. Miserable, huh? Didn't expect to sell virginity for cash.
"Come on over."
"Yes."
A-ram replied coldly even to Na-young's greeting. Na-young frowned, annoyed.
"...Fucking same bitch."
Her whispered curse reached me clear. Hilarious. So funny. Dying laughing.
Na-young and A-ram side by side: looks gap noticeable. But think—odds of beauty in average women vs. H-cup women. Which rarer?
Not exact, but no doubt A-ram rarer than Na-young. H-cup some neighborhood dog name? Never seen real E-cup.
"Reserved a restaurant~ Let's go~"
"Yes."
"Whoa~ Real food? Yum~"
And so we headed to the hotel restaurant.