Even If One Dies Gobbling with Two, We Wouldn't Notice
As a woman, she probably wanted to refuse my offer. But as a mother? I figured that was why she couldn't easily turn it down. That day, while we were together for one of our rare moments, conflict flickered across her eyes several times. But in the end, she took it home with her.
"I'll savor it."
It was the first time. She'd never even said thanks for the money I gave her before.
"Oh, and don't eat too many at once. They're packed with calories, they say."
I didn't want her gaining even a little weight, God forbid. Bora's naked body was perfect just as it was.
The next day, as I headed for the elevator, I ran into Bora's family. They looked all harmonious, probably on their way out for a family meal, stepping out together.
Her husband greeted me first.
"Yeongwoong, good to see you. Oh, and thanks for the gift you sent through my wife yesterday. We appreciated it."
So she'd told him it came from me. Tsk tsk. Couldn't she come up with a better cover story?
"No big deal. I don't even like sweets that much anyway."
"It was the most delicious candy I've ever tasted. Our Eunyoung loved it too."
The little girl flashed a big smile at me, said hello, then hid behind her mom. She was pretty shy.
"After getting something that nice, I can't just let it slide. Have you had dinner yet? If not, come eat with us. I'll treat you."
"I'm good. Just came back from dinner with coworkers."
Watching Bora, who didn't know where to look, made me think joining them for a meal wouldn't be half bad. But honestly, I was stuffed.
"Aw, too bad. Anyway, we really appreciated that gift—we won't forget it. Never been so touched by a single box of candy."
"Sure. Then pay me back next time. Come on, honey. He's off work and probably tired—let him go."
Bora, who'd been fidgeting anxiously while I chatted with her husband, visibly relaxed at the words that I wouldn't be joining.
"Yeah, my bad for holding you up. Let's definitely do it sometime."
Bora and her husband walked off hand-in-hand, with the kid between them, all lovey-dovey.
"Honey... you really got that as a gift?"
A few days later, Bora asked.
"What? The snacks? Or was it jelly? Anyway, yeah, a gift."
"The tongs inside."
She held out the two tongs to me.
"Huh? Those came with the snacks, right? What's up? Did Eunyoung hurt herself on them or something?"
Her expression was so grave, I wondered if there was a real problem.
"They're too heavy for their size—felt off. So I took them to a jeweler. Turns out they're gold. Pure gold mixed with something, around 22K. Over 100 grams for both. They don't use 22K here, so hard to price, but abroad it'd be pricey. Even just the gold value is over five million won, he said."
Hoo... So that's what they were. Guess I need to rethink the value of those Gift Cards. No loss even at gold prices alone. But honestly, those dozens of desserts in the box didn't feel any less valuable than a pair of gold tongs.
"And the intricate engraving—definitely not ordinary stuff."
I examined the tongs she handed me. Lavishly crafted utensils. The gleaming gold body etched with fine silver-like script and impossibly complex patterns.
"Who the hell gifts something that expensive to you?"
Hmm... Looked like I'd sparked another misunderstanding.
"Nothing for you to worry about, Bora."
I handed the two tongs back to her. She refused, but I insisted.
"No one's taking back a gift once given."
"You're such an incomprehensible guy..."
Yep. She thought I'd splurged big on them.
"I don't care if you understand me. But hey, Eunyoung seemed to love the jelly, huh?"
Her softened eyes sharpened again for a moment.
"Oh, right—your husband invited me to dinner that day. When's good?"
"Don't!"
She practically threatened me.
"Don't you dare dream of it! I won't tolerate that!"
"I just don't wanna ignore your husband's invitation."
"Please..."
She glared daggers. I shot back a sleazy grin.
"I'm begging you. Please don't go that far."
Bora bowed deeply, even using formal speech for the first time in ages as she pleaded. It must be pure hell for her—facing me with her beloved husband and kid right there.
"I'll do anything you say. Just... not with my family..."
Bora was crying. It was pure fucking nectar—the kind so sweet you'd never notice if one of us keeled over dead.
"Then choose."
"What?"
"Cozy family dinner with Bora's fam, or me creampieing you from today on."
Any goodwill I'd maybe built up? Gone in a flash.
Bora bit her lip, glaring murder.
"You really have to go that far?"
"Nah, I'm not deciding—you are."
"You filthy bastard!"
"Get on."
I pulled Bora onto my lap. My favorite position for fucking her—face-to-face, up close. Staring into those hate-filled eyes gave me that unspeakable thrill of taboo depravity.
"Move."
Bora reluctantly started grinding her hips on me, still shooting death stares.
"So, what'd you guys eat that day? Eunyoung loved it."
"Stop. Please, I'm begging."
"If I do dinner with your husband, I'll cover it. Gotta make up for being rude before—can't let him treat."
Tears streamed down Bora's face.
"Are you even human?"
"If it helps to think I'm not, go ahead."
"Dog bastard..."
"Think it'll end quick today. Better decide fast."
The pleasure was surging hard. Fucking someone who hates your guts like they wanna kill you? An exquisite delicacy beyond words.
"Nngh!"
She agonized. Then decided.
"Cum!"
"Huh?"
"Inside! Cum inside, you fuck! But! But never have dinner with him!"
"That's how you beg?"
"Please... cum inside me."
"Where?"
"Please... cum in my pussy."
She spat it through blazing eyes. She looked so goddamn pretty, I couldn't hold back. I yanked her close and unloaded deep.
"Fucking dog..."
After I finished, she crawled off to the bathroom, ass messy with my handiwork. Watching her go filled me with glee.
"You planned this from the start, didn't you?"
She glared after her long shower.
"Think if I knock you up, you'll grow attached or some shit?"
Her rage was unfiltered.
"Don't dream of it. Been on birth control since you started this crap. Knew a prick like you would eventually."
She seemed a bit smug.
"Oh? Really?"
But I had no intention of clearing up her delusion. Whatever—who cares? As long as I'm having fun.
And for the next few days, I filled her up every night.
On settlement day, I met Jiyeon again that evening. Pockets full, new Casting Card in hand—reason to see her again. Even without that, just meeting Jiyeon was plenty fun. Plus, with exams wrapping up, she'd been spamming me to buy her treats or else.
"Exams go okay?"
"Yeah, decent."
"Cool. Where to first? Picked what you wanna eat?"
"Anything."
"Yep. Anything."
"Then your dick, mister."
Her voice wasn't even quiet.
"Hey... this is a busy street. Mind toning it down? And food—"
"You said anything! Anything! Any—"
"Fine, fine! Enough."
"Then hurry! Let's go!"
Jiyeon grabbed my arm. Her tits squished against me—pure bliss.
"Just somewhere close. Not some fancy hotel like last time!"
"Really dragging me off to fuck again? But you hate me, right?"
"Hate you, mister. You're a bad guy. But I love fucking you. Like drugs or something. Thought about your dick all week. Ugh, seriously! How'd I end up hooked on a guy like you... Anyway, hurry. I'm in heat. Pound me hard again."
Jiyeon yapped nonstop. I was terrified passersby would overhear.
She'd cum pretty good last time too... but this was public.
"Okay, okay—just somewhere private to talk."
"Kids say no real guys like you in Korea. Nobody's ever felt that during sex. It's all porn fantasy. They just don't know. It kills—tingly and—"
She wouldn't shut up about sex, so I rushed her to the nearest motel. She's definitely legal, but looks young, and the age gap's obvious. Didn't want misunderstandings.
"Zappy zaps! Told 'em you brats just don't get it yet... Why're we stopping?"
"Haa..."
If I'd known she'd be this my-way-or-highway... Nah, wouldn't have passed up fucking her. The revenue's nice, but she herself? Incomparable.
"Strip and breed me quick!"
The second we entered, she was desperate. But I had business first.
"Jiyeon, gotta talk."
"Hm? What? After fucking?"
She was already in panties and bra. Fast.
"This first, seriously."
"Fine. You hate me or something?"
"As if. To a cutie like you? Do I look that dumb?"
"Really? Even a dummy wouldn't..."
Jiyeon looked relieved.
"Not that—I got something for you."
"Gift? Tell me quick! I love gifts."
She reached for the envelope I pulled out.
"One condition. Promise to take it. Got it?"
"Huh? What? Something naughty? What? What?"
She eyed the envelope suspiciously.
"Nothing weird. Might shock you, but take it!"
"Okay. Gimme—huh? Wha... what's this? Why give me this?"
Peeking inside, she stared at me in confusion.
"Just a gift. No biggie—take it."
"One... two... ten... that's fifty million won. Why give a young girl like me this much?"
She shoved the envelope back.
"Told you—take it."
I had to make her keep it, no matter what. Thirty mil from last guarantee, twenty from today's. Sales boomed, so second film's payout was huge too. Eunhee and Bora halved from ten to five mil, but Jiyeon only dropped a third. Probably 'cause her first film's sales were killer.
"Is it... 'cause I bugged you all week?"
Jiyeon gazed at me sadly, playfulness gone.
"Like settlement or something? My bad then. Sorry. Didn't mean to harass."
Tears welled up. First time seeing her like this—I panicked.
"Take it. No more pranks. Sniff!"
Jiyeon teared up for real, and the money envelope slipped from her hand.