Fifty Billion Must Have Seemed Like a Joke
Click.
The instant the door shut, the man’s bulk under the lights swallowed my entire field of vision.
“In person you’re far more delicate than you looked on screen, Cherry.”
“……!”
The second his voice struck my brain, my heart plummeted.
That same voice I had only ever heard through voice chat was now right in front of me, and a chill raced down my spine. I couldn’t bring myself to look at him; I kept my head bowed low.
Even at a glance he was a young man with a solid, powerfully built frame.
“When a guest arrives, aren’t you supposed to look them in the eye first? Lift your head for me.”
My body had locked up so tight I couldn’t move an inch, so he seized my chin and forced me to face him. Drawn up by that overwhelming strength, our eyes met head-on—and mine went wide of their own accord.
Because, contrary to every expectation, he looked completely normal.
He had snow-white hair and a face carved like a sculpture. Handsome enough to draw an involuntary gasp of admiration, yet nothing about him was soft or gentle. The exotic cast of his features made it clear he wasn’t Korean.
But that perfect exterior only shoved me deeper into terror.
If he’d been some bloated fifty-something with a gut, I might have instantly understood why he was throwing money around like an idiot. I could have rationalized it: He’s drowning in cash and bored out of his mind, so he bought himself a young thing to use however he likes.
This bastard, though, looked like he lacked for nothing in the world—and still he was doing something this sordid in the shadows. It was a freakish act my common sense simply refused to process.
Even over voice chat he sounded young, but I never imagined he’d be this fresh-faced and put-together…
While I endured his cold stare, thousands of worst-case scenarios flashed through my head. Separate from any rational calculation, pure instinctive dread made my whole body tremble like an aspen leaf. Some of it was leftover aftershocks from the pleasure the stream had whipped up earlier, but right now the fear of the man in front of me dwarfed everything else.
If a human who looked this flawless, this free of any obvious lack or defect, could go so crazy over an adult stream that he burned through tens of billions of won and still demanded a face-to-face meeting—then this son of a bitch was well and truly unhinged. The moment the gut certainty hit me that I had no idea what he might do to me in this sealed room, every hair on my body stood on end and goosebumps raced across my skin.
The thought that staying here could go catastrophically wrong flooded me with terror. So I shook off his hand and took a few steps backward.
He smirked as if my attempt to flee were amusing, locked the front door, and closed the distance with deliberate steps, hemming me in from every side. Thrashing to escape was useless resistance inside this cramped one-room studio.
Standing with his back to the door, Black Card shoved his hands into his pockets and looked quietly down at me with eyes that had gone cold and still. The contemptuous smile on that sculpted face tightened around my throat until I could barely breathe.
Thud.
He stepped into my private space without the slightest hesitation, shattering the silence.
“Where did all that bravado go when you sent me your address? Why are you shaking so hard, Cherry?”
“That’s…”
My lips quivered as I tried to force a voice out, but nothing coherent made it past my crushed throat.
“Fifty billion must have seemed like a joke to you.”
His dry, toneless voice rolled through the sealed room and reverberated without mercy. The bastard standing in front of me was an alien presence; not a single grain of emotion showed in his eyes. The fact that he had thrown that colossal sum of money solely so he could thoroughly ruin me sank into my bones in real time. Shame and regret crashed over me far too late—I had handed this monster my home address and contact information with my own hands.
He watched me shrink away the way one watches a toy, yet he kept closing the distance with steady strides. Seized by instinctive panic, I kept retreating, desperate to put any space between us. My darting eyes hunted for an escape route, but in a closed-off room the places I could fall back to were finite. The second I realized I had reached a dead end, my heel struck something hard and I lost my balance completely.
I toppled straight onto the mattress.
“Looks like there’s nowhere left to run.”
He looked down at me and, without a moment’s hesitation, yanked free the necktie that had been choking his own throat. In the next heartbeat he stripped off every piece of clothing and climbed on top of me. The perfect, solid physique revealed under the lights filled my vision without a single gap.
I had more or less expected he was coming for this. From the second I accepted that insane amount of money, I had known he would come to use my body however he pleased. Even so, this was far too abrupt. How could anyone, the instant they met a stranger face-to-face, skip every proper word of conversation and just start throwing clothes off?
And that wasn’t all. He shoved my skirt up without ceremony and plucked the wireless vibrating pad from between my legs as if it were nothing.
Rrrrip—
The adhesive peeled free with a soft friction sound that echoed through the quiet room. It hadn’t been stuck on hard, so it didn’t hurt much. But the pussy that had been left lewdly soaked by the stage-four vibration frenzy during the stream was now fully exposed to him.
I was so shocked I could only stammer, frozen and useless, while he stripped my top and bottom in one smooth motion, then seized my breasts in a hard grip and kneaded them roughly.
“Haah…!♥︎”
What the hell was wrong with this body? The slightest stimulation and a moan ripped out of me against my will. At the same time, the shame that flooded in made my face burn.
C-crazy… grabbing my chest out of nowhere…
While I stayed frozen in pure shock, he kept violating my breasts, playing with them however he liked. Separate from every emotion I was actually feeling, my body answered him with complete honesty.
“Hah!♥︎ Haah…!♥︎ Ahhng…!♥︎”
“You make such pretty sounds, Cherry. The texture’s nice too.”
He delivered the arrogant appraisal in a low, settled voice and behaved as if my feelings didn’t exist. I looked straight up at the face of that deranged bastard and forced the words out.
“Hngh… let go… it feels gross…”
“You’re lying. Do you know what face you’re making right now? From where I’m standing it looks like you’re begging me to keep touching you.”
“Th-that can’t be! Get off!”
I shoved at his chest in resistance, but he didn’t budge an inch.
“Just a little fondling of your tits and you’re already this sensitive.”
“I said that’s not it!”
Even when I denied it, the bastard completely ignored every word.
“I’m looking forward to seeing how your pussy feels.”
The instant he said it, something dragged slowly between my folds.
“Hngh…!♥︎”
A strange, electric rush of pleasure I had never felt in my life crashed over me and my head snapped back of its own accord. He seized the brief opening and brutally forced both my legs wide. Then he rolled his hips forward and lined his massive cock up against my already-slick entrance. The heavy presence of his flesh pressed flush against mine sent fresh terror surging through me.
“W-wait! This is way too sudden…!”
The fear that he was about to tear straight into me made me shove desperately at his hard chest with both trembling hands.
“Hm? Why so scared? I figured the second you sent your address you already knew your pussy was going to get fucked.”
He looked down at my resistance with open mockery and spoke in a voice that had gone cold and merciless.
“I already paid the price. All you have to do now is take it.”
I couldn’t believe my own ears. What kind of bastard was this? The absolute refusal to consider the other person’s position, the wall of pure self-absorption—I was suddenly certain this son of a bitch was beyond any hope of being a normal human. How could anyone look at a body that might still be virgin and immediately think of nothing but ramming a cock into it and pounding away? Even for a twisted relationship bound by tens of billions of won, the total absence of even the barest human consideration left me past shock and deep into pure disbelief. The only thing living in those arrogant eyes was a dry, flat hunger for domination.
At this point money and consequences no longer mattered; I just needed to survive. So I screamed at the top of my lungs.
“Say something that makes sense, you crazy bastard! If you shove that monster in without warning you’ll split my pussy open!”
Faced with a threat this huge for the first time in my life, any scrap of pride I might have still held as a man had already vanished. The pure animal terror that my body might actually be ruined tore through my head without mercy. I thrashed wildly on the mattress, putting every ounce of strength into shoving him off.
But he only twisted one corner of his mouth upward, as if my desperate resistance amused him, and pinned me down harder.
“Ohh… so you do know how to fight back. Interesting.”
The sadistic curve of his eyes as he said it sent a full-body shudder of revulsion through me.
The predator I had summoned with my own two feet, bowing to the power of money, was finally baring its teeth to devour me.