Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Vampire Detective
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One kiss.
That was 300,000 won per minute.
This wasn't just profitable—it was a goldmine.
'Even kiss rooms charge less than 100,000 won an hour.'
They might see me as a total sucker. But I could say with certainty that I didn't regret a single penny. Their looks surpassed celebrities, and I had more than enough cash to burn.
"My turn now."
The shirt girl next to me, Seri, spoke up. Her paper on the table listed the penalty she had to perform.
>Leave a hickey.
Seri pressed against my neck.
Smack. Suck. Slurp. Mmm. Kiss.
She sucked on my neck. It tickled, but it felt good. One of my two erogenous zones was my neck. It definitely beat having a woman suck on my nipples.
Right in front of my eyes were her breasts, wrapped in that shirt. The top three buttons were undone, revealing a tantalizingly deep cleavage.
"Haa."
Seri pulled away. A red hickey marked my neck.
"Oppa. You like your neck, huh?"
"Who wouldn't like it when you're the one sucking? 150,000 won."
She gave a small laugh and bit down lightly. I caught a glimpse through the gap in her shirt—of her pale areola.
Next, it was my turn to perform a penalty.
>Chest workout.
It was obvious this one targeted women. I hadn't written it, of course.
"I pass."
"Huh?"
"What? Just a chest workout?"
"Oppa, what about the vibe~?"
The girls around whined, but I stood firm.
"My chest workouts are too intense. Besides, I said upfront—no penalties for passing. You all passed some too."
The prize money was my own cash either way. Skipping penalties was always a win for me.
I'd ditched penalties not to skimp on drinks, but because I wanted them sober when I fucked them.
"Since Oppa passed, it's my turn. Can I climb on the table, Oppa?"
Bunny girl Noa said. Her penalty was one I'd written.
>Sexy pose.
"Of course. I'm looking forward to it."
Space cleared on the table. Just moving a few dishes to the next one. No glasses in front of me—only bowls of cash.
"Truth is, I'm not great at sexy poses... but I'll give it a shot."
"Humble much?"
A bunny girl who couldn't strike a sexy pose? I chuckled. And she'd already hopped onto the table mid-sentence. Noa squatted facing me directly, striking her pose.
Noa spread her knees wide. Her crotch was fully exposed. Then she raised both arms behind her head. Her smooth, perfectly shaved white armpits opened up.
"How's this?"
"Sexy."
"Phew~"
Noa arched her upper body back to emphasize her chest. The front of her outfit slipped just enough to reveal a pink nipple crowning her pale breast.
"Kyaa~"
She let out a little scream and quickly adjusted her clothes.
I knew she'd done it on purpose. And not just me—most of the girls here probably caught it too.
"...300,000 won."
Her flawless, pretty nipple earned bonus points.
The penalty game continued. And the penalties only got steamier.
The big shift came late in the fourth round.
Betty. Short bob haircut, carefree vibe. B-cup breasts under a sky-blue tank top and blue miniskirt. I'd picked her for her abs. Sharp, defined 11-pack abs that screamed dedicated training.
When her turn came, she hopped onto the table like it was natural. By now, the table was basically a mini stage.
"This one's kinda embarrassing. But I can't kill the mood, right?"
Her words said embarrassed, but she didn't look it at all.
I glanced at her penalty.
>Remove top.
'Here it comes at last.'
Considering we'd started with deep kisses, it was almost overdue. Stripping was a whole different level. Things would escalate fast from here.
'One more round, then switch to King's Game.'
As I planned, Betty crawled toward me on her knees and grabbed her tank top with both hands, yanking it up like a show-off.
"Haa... It was hot anyway. Perfect timing."
Firm B-cups with no sag emerged. Her prominent crimson nipples were already hard and erect.
I stared blankly at her breasts, and Betty scooted closer.
"You're staring holes in them. If you're Oppa, you can touch."
"F-For real?"
"Sure. It's just boobs."
I reached out with both hands, cupping her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms.
'Wow.'
Incredibly elastic. When I squeezed, they pushed back against my fingers. I groped the mounds, pinched a nipple, then let go.
"Kyaaang."
"400,000 won!"
The biggest payout yet.
"Wooow!"
Betty happily pocketed eight 50,000-won bills and returned to her seat.
Just letting me grope her tits for 400,000 won. She was crushing it today.
"How much have I spent so far?"
"9.5 million won."
Seri, clinging to my left arm, answered. Even through her shirt, my forearm savored the feel of her breasts.
"This is the last penalty game. Next up: King's Game. Sound good?"
"Good? You kidding? Hell yes~."
Their eyes sparkled. They knew the real fun started with King's Game.
The final penalty round was all stripping or simulated sex acts.
>Remove panties.
Seri climbed the table, bending forward to slide off her panties. I swallowed hard.
Her bursting breasts hanging down, and her pink pussy revealed as the panties slowly descended. Her pubic hair neatly trimmed in an inverted triangle.
"......500,000 won."
I said, placing the money on her spot.
Seri dangled her fully removed red panties from her hand, smirking like a vixen.
"This panties... I don't need 'em anymore. Want it, Oppa? Service."
"Amazing service."
I gladly took the red panties.
'...Huh?'
Feeling the still-warm panties, I noticed a milky fluid in the crotch. No need to guess—her love juices.
"Oppa's turn now."
"Ah... right."
I drew a lot and grimaced immediately.
I'd drawn my own penalty.
"What, what is it? What's the penalty?"
I revealed it for the curious girls.
>Strip dance.
"Whoa, that's intense."
"Oppa passing again?"
"Kinda disappointing."
The reaction wasn't great.
Backing out now might kill the vibe. Seri next to me had boldly stripped her panties and flashed her pussy.
"Last one, no choice."
I kicked off shoes and socks, hopped on the table. The auto-playing music was a sticky, sensual track.
Sway. Sway.
Even I, full of self-love, wasn't much of a dancer. Unlike Oh Jun-hyuk, I didn't hit clubs often, and I preferred watching over dancing.
"Kyahahaha! What is that dance~?"
"Oppa, you suck at dancing~"
They teased, but their eyes stayed glued. They were even more into it.
'Because of the massive tent in my pants.'
I ripped off my shirt in one go, tossing it aside. Then swayed as I unbuckled, dropping my pants.
"......"
The chattering crowd went silent. My crotch was tenting so hard it might rip the fabric. The tip glistened with pre-cum.
Women are just as curious about cocks as men are about pussies.
Sway. Sway.
Spinning showily on the table, I finally stripped off my panties.
It sprang out with a force that practically screamed boing! The pink glans shone slick with urethral fluid. The thick shaft, too big for two hands, stood tall amid the black bush.
I reveled in the freedom, wriggling my body. I recalled a clown scene from some movie and danced like that. My huge cock flopped with every shake.
'Hope my dick outshines my money.'
???
King's Game began.
But not the usual draw-for-king style.
We picked the king democratically.
Me, the sugar daddy, becoming king was a given. The seven girls drew lots. I didn't know their numbers.
But their numbers didn't matter. What mattered was I was king.
"Me strip-dancing alone feels unfair. Numbers 1 through 7—one by one, three-minute strip dances. Reward: 1 million won each. Call?"
"Call!"
Number 1 was Violette. Blue-eyed halfie. Tall—over 175 cm—in a blue halter dress. Great legs.
"Song. Can change?"
Her accent was a bit off, but cute rather than weird.
"Whatever you want."
The stage was the table, naturally. Sticky, sexy foreign song—something about bananas? She danced to the beat. I focused on her lower body. Her ass swayed slowly in time.
'Ex-stripper? She's too good.'
Like me, Violette flung off her halter dress. Jiggling breasts emerged. They bounced with every upper-body shake.
Then she got on all fours on the table, shaking her ass and stripping her panties. Completely hairless white pussy.
At the end, she shook her plump ass right in my face. A drop of her juices splattered my cheek. Breathing in her slutty pussy scent, I unconsciously gripped my cock with one hand.
I barely resisted standing up to grab her hips and pound her.
"......Pussy I wanna eat."
"Can lick once."
"Later. Next person's turn."
I awarded Violette 1 million won.
After watching the girls' strip dances, I had just one word.
Incredible.
They all seemed trained—professional level.
'Heh heh heh.'
I looked around.
All naked. Except one—bunny girl Noa. She'd stripped during her dance, but her bunny outfit was too good, so I had her put it back on. Breasts fully exposed, and I'd personally cut the stocking and leotard to bare her pussy. Like Violette, she had a hairless white pussy.
"Gonna take pussy pics. Anyone against? 500,000 won each."
I scanned the room. Rumors about pussy pics had spread—no shocked faces.
"None? Gather in front of me. Let's build an ass tower."
I directed them, stacking ass tower on the table.
First, two base girls on all fours like bowing. Then stacked hips upward. Key was positioning so pussies and assholes showed clearly.
Last, Seri topped the two three-tier ass pillars, her ass between them like a roof.
'Good. But something's missing...'
I slid a finger into Seri's pussy.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Aaang! Oppa?!"
"Hold on."
Squelch. Squelch. Squelch.
I pulled out as her juices gushed. They dripped past her clit, soaking her hair, about to fall.
'Now it's a proper view.'
Click. Click. Click.
I grinned, snapping pics. Individual pussies, group shots, different angles and compositions. Easily 30 shots before I was satisfied.
"Alright. Then shall we start the real King's Game?"