Time to Change Her Gaze
A hand slipped under her top, and it was obvious he was teasing her breasts.
At the same time, a moan burst out.
“Ahhh...”
The mood had already grown so thick that no one really reacted.
Except for Ji-hyeon.
She seemed unfamiliar with this sort of situation, clutching a pillow tightly to her chest, her face beet-red as she fidgeted with nerves.
I’d once reacted the same way myself, but after my experiences in the room salon, it didn’t surprise me much anymore.
Then—
Could it be...?
Was Ji-hyeon, like the old me, completely inexperienced when it came to sex?
She’d been asked for her number more than once while working part-time, and she was easily one of the prettiest girls her age, so I’d naturally assumed she’d have some experience.
But seeing her now, I was starting to think maybe she didn’t.
By contrast, the other girls didn’t seem like it was their first time.
They weren’t exactly used to it, but they didn’t look especially awkward either.
Before Ji-hyeon’s turn came around, Chae-won—the girl just ahead of her—looked over at me and smiled.
Then, with a kiss, she slipped her hand into my shirt and fondled my chest, and next she even reached inside my pants.
Ji-hyeon looked flustered.
Chae-won finished off with a grin before pulling away, just to avoid making the atmosphere weird before it was my turn.
It seemed like a hard situation for Ji-hyeon, because instead of moving on with the game right away, she hesitated.
Chae-won urged her on.
“What, can’t do it? Then just drink the penalty.”
“Ah, no...”
Still unable to find her footing, Ji-hyeon lowered her head and reached for the penalty drink.
Before I could even step in, she gulped it down and stood up.
“I’m sorry... I think I’ll stop here. I’m really tired, so I’m going to sleep a little.”
“You okay?”
“I’m really fine. Oppa, you guys keep going.”
“Then I’ll just walk you back.”
“The room’s right over there.”
Her claim that she was tired didn’t seem like a lie. Still, more than anything else, it looked like she couldn’t handle the excessive skinship and wanted to go sleep it off.
The mood had been heating up nicely, so her sudden disappearance might have left things feeling hollow.
But I didn’t feel hollow at all.
I was just glad.
Her reaction had raised the odds that Ji-hyeon was still a virgin. Even if she wasn’t, it was obvious she didn’t have much experience.
The seat Ji-hyeon had left behind.
“Oppa, you’re not seriously going to stop now, are you?”
“Of course not.”
The remaining girls still wanted to keep drinking and playing.
Looks like they’d gotten greedy for the luxury goods I’d put on the line.
My brother and I were already more than worked up, so we had no reason to refuse.
“Oppa, should we do it inside?”
“Why not?”
Since the girls had decided they couldn’t beat us with alcohol—especially now that Ji-hyeon was gone—they started acting even bolder.
Once we were back in the room, we played Mountain Over Mountain again.
The difference this time was that they started sucking cock from the very beginning.
Slurp, slurp.
Then it was my turn.
Lick.
I licked her pussy and rubbed her clit.
Squelch, squelch.
In the end, all of us stripped completely naked.
“Haah, haah... O-oppa...”
“Hah, hah... Fuck... Hah, this is incredible.”
We even finished by having sex in a place where everyone was together.
My brother and I didn’t feel awkward. We’d already been through this kind of thing before.
The girls didn’t seem awkward either.
It was, in its own way, a fun day.
***
The next day.
“Ugh... I feel like I’m going to puke...”
“Phew. Let’s get some soup in us fast...”
“Sorry I got drunk first yesterday, hyung.”
“I passed out not long after, too. Don’t worry about it.”
Not a single one of us had escaped the hangover after drinking that much the night before.
We’d somehow finished six bottles of wine and then gone after the liquor too, so it would’ve been weirder if we’d woken up fine.
It was the first time in my life I’d ever drunk this much.
Maybe that was why the hangover felt so unfamiliar.
We prepared breakfast quickly, and only after eating a spicy, red broth did I finally feel some relief.
“Man... I feel alive again.”
“How much did we even drink yesterday?”
“I think I blacked out at some point...”
“You drank all that wine? The one that cost fifteen million won?”
After sobering up a bit, we cleaned up and left the lodging.
Since everyone was headed in different directions, whoever needed to could grab a taxi and go.
Ji-hyeon, who’d been brought here to keep the Benz guy at bay, decided to take a taxi home at least.
Just as we were saying our goodbyes—
“O-oppa.”
“It can’t be helped. If I act like I’m your crush, he won’t keep bothering you.”
“... Okay.”
I pulled Ji-hyeon into a tight hug. I’d given a plausible reason, but honestly, it was nothing more than an excuse.
I wanted to sleep with her if at all possible now that I’d confirmed she was a virgin.
Compared to the old Ji-hyeon, the one from her part-time job days who’d flinch if I or my brother so much as brushed past her, she was noticeably different now.
At the very least, last night’s drinking game had clearly helped.
“Wow, you two are really close.”
“Come on, oppa. You know I’m just acting like we’re seeing each other.”
“Even if that weren’t the case, it’s a nice-looking picture.”
“...”
Look at that.
She was blushing just because my brother said that.
Who could’ve imagined something like this before coming here?
There was still plenty of time for things to develop with Ji-hyeon, so after a few casual goodbyes, we all headed home.
Honestly, I wanted to get home and crash too, what with the hangover.
After everyone had gone off in taxis, a Rolls-Royce stopped in front of me not long after.
A moment later, the back door opened by itself.
“Still weird to see.”
Even now that I’d grown comfortable, not everything had become familiar overnight.
I’d spent far longer struggling as a part-timer than I ever had living as a rich man, so that was only natural.
Time would solve that problem.
The good news was that I was adapting faster than I’d expected.
After exchanging brief greetings with the chief secretary, she reported on the task she’d been given last time.
“As for the Signiel Super Penthouse, we were able to complete the purchase quickly once they heard you’d be paying the entire amount in cash at once. If you complete the resident registration this week, everything should be finished.”
“That was faster than I expected. Could you call the number on this card and have the shopping items I left in your care delivered to my house?”
“I’ll take care of it right away once I escort you there.”
“Thanks.”
“Not at all. And as for the office, there were still empty units available, so we were able to finalize the lease. The six supercars can be delivered one by one, starting as early as three months from now.”
Little by little, the life I’d been dreaming of was coming together.
The very first thing would be the house.
I was curious—really curious.
What would a super penthouse, the kind only the richest of the rich could buy, actually look like?
I’d heard it was around three hundred pyeong, and at that scale, you’d need ten ordinary homes just to make a fair comparison.
And it wasn’t just the size. Seoul seen from the seventieth floor had to be a sight to behold.
One hundred billion won doesn’t sound like all that much anymore.
This time, I’d spent nearly thirty billion won, and on top of that came monthly fixed costs, property tax, and the rest—another two or three hundred million won a month.
If the scale got any bigger, five hundred million won a month wouldn’t be strange at all.
Compared to that, my life—which had once been satisfied with just a house and a car—was now growing greedier by the day.
The buildings scattered all over Seoul were worth hundreds of billions each. Thinking about that, I definitely wasn’t the richest of the rich yet.
There were already quite a few celebrities with assets exceeding one hundred billion won, and if you added businesspeople and investors on top of them, just how many must there be?
I wanted a yacht, I wanted to try starting a business so I could print myself a nice-looking business card, and someday I even wanted to meet celebrities.
Let’s take it step by step.
Fortunately, the fall in Bitcoin was only adding to my investment profits day by day.
All I could do was sincerely hope things would keep going this well.
***
I got home.
“You’re back? Good grief, just smell that alcohol on you. You may be young, but you need to take care of your body starting now. You’ve been drinking a lot lately. Wait here—I’ll make you some honey water.”
I never understood why the things Mom used to say like nagging now sounded so touching.
Maybe it was because Auntie still had the kind of looks that made it easy to see her as a woman.
I drank the honey water Auntie brought me.
Ahh.
It really was sweet as honey.
That made sense, of course. It was honey water.
Part of me wanted to sit and talk with Auntie for a while, but right now all I wanted was to collapse into bed and fall asleep.
I’d drunk far too late into the night yesterday, and I’d also gotten up earlier than expected.
“Sorry, Auntie. I should help around the house, but I’m too tired.”
“Oh my, you. I’m the one you give living expenses to—how could you make me do housework? Go on, get some proper rest.”
“Thank you.”
I lay down on the bed.
My eyes closed immediately.
How much time had passed?
“Haaahm.”
When I woke up, it was already dark outside.
I felt like I could’ve slept until morning, but there was some commotion in the living room, so it didn’t seem like I’d be able to drift off again anytime soon.
What’s that about?
Curiosity getting the better of me, I pressed my ear to the door.
It was rare for the place to be this noisy.
From the living room, I could hear Auntie and Si-hyeon arguing.
“Mom, this is really my last trip with my high school friends. Can’t you help me just this once?”
“No. There’s going to be so much money to spend once you get into university.”
“I can manage if I’m careful. I’ll even start working part-time.”
“You have time to work part-time? Spend that time studying!”
It was the kind of argument that could happen in any household.
A grin crept onto my face before I even realized it.
So our Si-hyeon needed pocket money.
I’d never felt outright hostility from her, but I definitely hadn’t received a warm welcome either.
I understood perfectly well.
For Auntie, I might be able to pass as her close friend’s son, her nephew in a broader sense.
But from Si-hyeon’s point of view, I was some strange man who’d suddenly moved in.
How uncomfortable must it have been to have a man in a house full of women?
“Hah.”
Looks like it was finally time to change that gaze.