An Aphrodisiac
Lee Yeonju was not that kind of woman.
She hadn't been streaming for long, but even looking back, she had never done anything anyone could fairly point a finger at. She angled for donations, yes, but she had never sold her body through a private meeting. If someone wanted to sneer because she showed her figure and peddled a little sexual thrill, she had nothing to say to that—but that was hardly something that ought to count as a problem.
The dinner dates she could count on one hand had mostly fizzled when the roulette never drew them, and the ones that did happen ended cleanly at the meal. She turned the stream back on and even broadcast herself going home.
It wasn't that she took her viewers for suckers. She was dreaming bigger. A bigger broadcast. Even if she did the kind of revealing stream people looked down on, she still wanted to build a show where she actually talked with people. In this day and age, that wasn't a bad thing. If anything, the tightrope broadcasts that danced right up to the line were the popular ones, and her numbers had climbed because of them. She was confident she hadn't been wrong.
Whatever it was, maybe it was only self-justification—but she had succeeded, and it was time to buy a house.
To be honest, she had been planning to tempt Kim Siwoo a little more boldly if it meant earning more. Even when she kissed him at the bar, a flicker of doubt had crossed her mind—that she shouldn't be doing this, not here, not like this—but she had rationalized it anyway. This much is fine. There had been some of that in it.
The problem started after.
She had only meant to kiss him a little and stop. The mood was the mood, and she had judged that much would be enough to soothe the heat already rising in her body. It wasn't.
Why does this feel so good?
They had both been drinking, so the kiss carried the faint, tipsy scent of alcohol—and yet, strangely, it tasted sweet. The more she indulged in his lips and tangled her tongue with his, the more it felt as if something were holding her there and refusing to let go. Her body only burned hotter, and she could feel her panties soaking underneath. So they kissed at the bar for more than thirty minutes. She barely managed to cling to her reason. If it had been a room instead of a bar, she might have pinned Kim Siwoo down right there.
She didn't know why. Lee Yeonju simply decided it had been the atmosphere of the moment. He had been far more handsome than she expected, well-mannered, easy to talk to. If it hadn't been a dinner date with a viewer—if it had been a blind date, or a meeting with someone she already knew—she would have made a move on the spot. He was the kind of man you almost never found. That was what she told herself.
She tried to move past it, but she thought about him every day. Time passed, and the sensation still lingered on her lips. Remembering it excited her until her panties were wet, and the memory kept surfacing anyway. So she contacted him. Making excuses—that it was for the stream, for the remaining balance on the house—she exchanged private messages with him.
Then, that day, the chance came. They could eat in the suite, and after one bit of teasing and another, she was the one who crossed the line.
She hadn't misread the feeling. The kiss hit harder than it had that night, and the fact that she was stone sober only proved it hadn't been the alcohol. The sensation was stronger. She thought she might lose her mind.
Lee Yeonju was not a virgin. At twenty-four she was pretty, with a good figure and an easy way with people, so there were always friends around her. She didn't throw her body around carelessly, but she had slept with the men she dated a few times. Which only made this stranger.
"Hah... Something's wrong with me. I've never felt like this."
She didn't know whether she had said it for Kim Siwoo to hear or only muttered it to herself. Either way, she kept touching him.
Among those few experiences, she had taken a man's cock in her mouth a couple of times. She had never done it for long. Coming in her mouth, especially—the fishy smell of semen had kept her from ever trying it. Not once.
And yet she did. Before they had even had sex. She hadn't meant to. She had his cock in her mouth and was sucking him, and she couldn't pull away. It was a different kind of intensity from the kiss, and it left her mind hazy.
"Nn..."
Hearing the sounds Kim Siwoo made as pleasure took him, all she could think was that she had to suck harder. Even when she took him so deep into her throat she could barely breathe, she didn't think of pulling off. She only tightened around him. Even the semen spilling straight down her throat was sweet.
She had never been like this. Why only Kim Siwoo?
And when they had sex. When it was over. Lee Yeonju thought:
"That was too good."
She wanted to do it again. The thought stormed through her head, but her body had gone limp, and it dragged her straight under.
When she woke, she felt endlessly refreshed. She usually slept in short, broken stretches and was always tired, but for the first time in a long while she had slept more than eight hours, and it felt as if every bit of built-up fatigue had drained away. After she got home, her daily life felt lighter too.
The one problem was that every time she thought of Kim Siwoo, she got wet. If that was a side effect, then it was a side effect. She wanted him again. She wanted to suck his cock, take it in her pussy, and get fucked out of her mind. Even the size and the thickness of it—reaching all the way in without hurting, filling her perfectly. It wasn't her first time, so she knew. She knew how hard it was to find something like that.
Should she contact him? Every time desire boiled up, she wrestled with it, and held back. Desire was desire, but she had a dream. Succeed through streaming. Buy a house. She wasn't going to stop there, either. She was still on the rise, and if she laid a solid foundation for a few more years, she could make the broadcast she actually wanted—not one that survived by selling skin to a handful of viewers, but one that ran on her mouth, on real back-and-forth banter.
So she endured.
In the end, she and Kim Siwoo were a donating fan and a streamer. Sleeping together was already fatal. Meeting again after that, over and over? She had her own fears about that.
"He wouldn't say anything, right?"
Kim Siwoo donated in ways that danced along the line, and he did it often. He hadn't crossed it outright, but if he so much as hinted that the sex had been payment for a donation, the hardcore fans who had feelings for her would leave. She had always been strict about private meetings, especially about sleeping with anyone. If word got out that she had gone to bed with one man in particular, it wouldn't end with the diehards walking away. The outrage channels would spread it everywhere and point at her, calling her a slut.
So she didn't contact him. She didn't contact him because she was afraid he would think she was angling for another donation. Sex with Kim Siwoo had to be something she wanted, with nothing to do with money or the stream. And in truth, that was how she felt.
Fortunately, after that day he was busy gaming and didn't come to her broadcasts.
"Whew."
His own stream had grown fast, packed with viewers, and he looked busy. She sighed in relief, and still felt the ache of it. She couldn't help it. Whenever she thought of that night, her body still heated up.
Then, after a long while, he showed up on stream. Watching him donate three hundred million won, Lee Yeonju understood, dimly.
"Siwoo must be uncomfortable too."
Honestly, it would have been a lie to say she hadn't hoped. That he would reach out first. That he would say they should meet. She had even been ready to go to him, insisting it wasn't the money—that she was meeting him because of how she felt. But remembering the talk about money, and then watching him drop three hundred million, there was only one answer. Lee Yeonju was quick to read a room.
"Yeah. Siwoo's the one who'd lose more than I would."
Her face burned when she remembered how her mind had gone white and she had begged him to finish inside. She had taken a morning-after pill right away, but a man like Kim Siwoo seemed far too far above her. Watching the money he spent once he started streaming only made that clearer.
And that, strangely, gave her hope. She was burdened too, and the stream came first. She didn't want anything deep. If Kim Siwoo didn't want anything deep with her either...
"Then we could just trade money and bodies, couldn't we?"
In truth, it was a deal that only benefited her. The money was what she wanted, and the body was what she wanted too. So she took the money out of it.
"Could you call me over sometimes? Whenever I want it... I can give you whatever you want..."
It ended up looking like she was clinging to him, but she didn't care if he used her and threw her away. She just wanted to taste that unforgettable cock again.
"Uh..."
She hadn't considered rejection. She might have been clinging, but Lee Yeonju had never once thought she was lacking in bed. A pretty face, full breasts, wide hips. Her stamina was good, she could ride well from on top, and she was confident she could match anything Kim Siwoo wanted—even things she had never once imagined.
"You mean it?"
"Yeah."
"How much more do you need?"
"No! It's not the money. You really don't have to donate any more. I... I love your c-cock too much."
"..."
She was embarrassed that he had misunderstood, but she gave him the truth anyway. She felt like a woman gone crazy for cock, so ashamed she wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but she couldn't help it. If not now, she didn't think she would ever get the chance to say something like this. Just the two of them. She spoke words she had never spoken in her life, and pressed herself into his arms.
"I'm wet. Fuck me. Okay?"
"..."
Thankfully, a rough hand caught the back of her neck, and his tongue began to ravage the inside of her mouth. At the same time, another hand dragged her hot pants down. Her panties went with them. One leg lifted, and she felt his thick cock push in.
"Haaah—"
Her mind went white.
"Harder. Fuck me harder. It feels too good."
Lee Yeonju thought it then. This cock was a drug. Taste it once, and she didn't think she could ever forget it.