Even If One Dies While Two Eat, They Wouldn't Know
"No. That's not it. That kind of teasing was fun for me too, and it has nothing to do with this money."
"Then what is it? Why are you giving me this kind of money? It's scary!"
Honestly, 50 million won was an unimaginable sum for a twenty-year-old girl like her. Sure, for some spoiled rich kid from a wealthy family, it might just be the price of a handbag. But for ordinary folks, it was anything but. Her dad had been grinding away at a small company for over twenty years, and her mom was a housewife picking up some part-time cash. That 50 million probably matched their household income for a whole year. So yeah, I got why she found it scary.
"Nothing to be scared of, and it's not because Jiyeon is bothering me or anything. It's just a gift. No need to overthink it—take it."
"That's weird! Ugh!"
But I had my own position to hold.
"If you don't take it, I can't do it with Jiyeon anymore."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
Her face twisted in even greater bewilderment than when she'd first seen the money. Like, how could anyone say something like that? was written all over it.
"For real? Why? What's the reason?!"
She planted her hands on her hips and grilled me.
"Don't ask. Will you take it? Or not?"
Seems like this approach was working better. So instead of negotiating, I went straight to threats.
Take it!
"You're mean!"
Jiyeon sniffled as she scooped up the envelope stuffed with cash.
"There. Happy now?"
She glared at me.
"Yeah. Thanks."
Thanking her for taking the money—absurd situation, but I was genuinely grateful. And honestly, I didn't think it'd sour things between us. She was just flustered now, not knowing how to react, but give it time, and it'd change. If I really thought handing her cash would hurt her, I'd have gone anonymous. But I knew better. Money always wins.
"I took it. We're good now, right? So fuck me already!"
With a pout, Jiyeon stripped off her underwear in a huff and flopped onto the bed, sprawling out.
She was so damn cute, I didn't know what to do with myself.
"Just lie there a sec. I'll wash up quick."
"Come here already. I'm in heat. I wanna go at it like animals. You hate me 'cause I'm dirty?"
"No way. It's 'cause I'm the dirty one."
"Shut up. Hurry up. Always yapping! Men, I swear."
She was begging like that—how could I keep insisting on a shower? I climbed onto the bed and faced her.
"Ugh, you're so ugly."
That one line from Jiyeon hit harder than the neighbor wife's venomous insults. I'd never heard "handsome," sure, but "ugly"? Not like this. Especially naked, staring right at each other—it stung.
"Aw, did I hurt your feelings?"
My face must've soured.
"N-no..."
"Liar. You're sulking. It's fine—you fuck great anyway!"
She giggled like it was the funniest joke ever.
Our senses of humor were worlds apart.
"But aren't you gonna kiss me?"
"Can I?"
It'd been ages since I'd felt this timid in front of a girl.
"Yeah! Mmm!"
She puckered up adorably. Too pretty—cuteness overload, driving me insane. My nerves fired up.
Who cares if she teases me about being ugly? I pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. Tastiest thing on earth. I pulled her lithe body close, my chest savoring those massive tits.
"Uncle, you can cum inside when you blow."
After the kiss, her words made my heart pound.
"For real? You sure?"
"Last time, you didn't even use a rubber, right? So I've been on the pill lately. For safe fun with you! Kyahaha!"
What a sweet girl.
"Hey! I studied super hard this past week."
Not school stuff—sex ed, basically.
"But man, I didn't know so much!"
Korea's sex education was lacking, apparently.
"No exam prep? You'll bomb the test."
"Who cares? Exams or this throbbing pussy—which is more important?"
She hugged me tight and kissed me. Deep, intense makeout for a good while. When we broke, she turned away, blushing.
"Weird. Kissing an ugly uncle makes my pussy all hot."
Her words toyed with me effortlessly. No ulterior motives—just this cute troublemaker shaking my heart with every quip.
"One more kiss!"
I obliged. Tongues danced. My hand slid down. Touched her sensitive spot. She shivered. Already soaked? Just two kisses, and she was ready.
"Jiyeon's in heat. Fuck me quick."
I eased into that horny girl's wetness.
"Ah!"
She yelped sharply, taking me in. Still a tight fit for her. But not for long. A few thrusts, and she was moaning sweet.
"Fuck, it's too good! I'm such an idiot slut!"
Legs locked around my waist, arms clinging to my neck.
"Uncle! Uncle! You know..."
"Yeah?"
"I feel like my body is just a head, tits, and pussy!"
Embarrassed, she averted her eyes. Too cute—I kissed her again. Soon, I hit the edge.
"Gonna cum. Okay?"
"Mmm! Inside!"
I unloaded deep in her, as requested. Way more satisfying than pulling out.
"Feel good?"
Post-fuck, she draped her arms around my neck, beaming.
"Yeah. Amazing."
"Me too. You're like a sex machine."
Giggles again. Humor mismatch or not, her laugh made me blissed out.
"Hungry now? Wanna grab something?"
"Mmm... tteokbokki?"
"You love that stuff, huh?"
"Gonna eat spicy shit and kiss your dick after."
Her cock jokes never stopped.
"Huh? Why?"
Gave me chills.
"Dunno. Girls just wanna mess with someone sometimes."
So innocent, declaring she'd torment me.
What? She into that kinda thing?
Good thing I'd deactivated the Amplification Active Card on her. Dodged a bullet.
"You wanna mess with Uncle that bad? Like hit me or something...?"
I probed carefully. Any hint of that tendency, and Amplification stays off for her forever.
"Why hit someone? That's wrong."
She stared like I'd said something dumb.
"Right? Yeah. Haha."
"But your ugly mug makes me wanna smack it sometimes."
"No. Don't. I'll try harder. Okay?"
"No one gets handsome by trying! Plastic surgery? Don't. I'll just deal."
She patted my head. This half-sized cutie petting me like a beast—it was surreal. Teased for ugliness, but I was floating.
The insanely spicy tteokbokki she ordered arrived. She devoured it, sweating bullets. I stuck to my chicken, barely touching the rice cakes. Torturing my tongue with that fire wasn't my jam.
"Like last time, you suck at spicy, huh?"
"Yeah. More pain than flavor."
"Heh heh heh."
She eyed me slyly. I swear I felt my dick marinating in red pepper powder.
"But hey!"
She stuck out her tongue to cool the burn mid-bite.
"That money earlier."
"Yeah?"
"Thinking it over, if it's a gift like you said, it's not all bad."
"Thanks for seeing it that way."
"But then I thought... feels like I'm a girl getting paid for this."
Her expression was complicated.
"Yeah? Pissed you off?"
"Dunno. Like, he sees me as easy... but giving that much means he doesn't... or if it was pocket change, I'd feel cheap... whatever."
She tilted her head.
"But it being big money doesn't make me 'expensive' or anything."
Worried I'd misunderstand.
"Don't overthink it."
I felt genuinely sorry this time.
"Ugh! It's so complicated. Good, then bad. If it was a gift instead of cash, it'd be simpler..."
"Better than a gift—cash to buy what you want."
"True. Anyway, grateful but kinda resentful... You make everything with me so messy."
"What to do?"
"Huh?"
"Planning more 'gifts' like that sometimes."
"Eek!"
She jumped for real.
"N-no... if I keep taking 'em... feels like I'm corrupted."
"Still take 'em if it's from me."
"Ugh, seriously. Can't tell a soul..."
"Right. Don't."
"I'm not an idiot."
She pondered a bit.
"Fine. Whatever. Already took it. Thanks."
That was probably why she'd brought it up. Wanted to say thanks without seeming money-grubby.
"Ugh! I'm corrupted! Money's nice though. No tuition worries! Gonna spend it for real!"
"Why not? It's money. Girl like you's gotta want stuff."
"Nothing specific, but paying tuition would ease Mom and Dad's load."
Such a good kid. Growing on me more each time.
We finished eating, chatting. Thankfully, she brushed after the spicy mess.
"Even for an ugly uncle, no red bits on teeth. Hate stinky kisses too."
Truly good girl. No regrets casting the card on her.
Bellies full, we lounged against the headboard, flipping through dumb variety shows. Her head on my shoulder, my hand on her tits.
"Like 'em? Touching my boobs?"
"Hell yeah. Feels like heaven."
Her tits were man-made paradise. Bigger than imagination, pale smooth skin, soft to the touch. No implants—jiggled naturally, but firm. Nipples and areolas perfect. Flawless.
"Peak of human beauty."
"Kyahaha! What's that? Told you no cheesy lines!"
She swatted my shoulder. Right—she hated overt compliments.
"Used to hate my boobs. But seeing you love 'em... not so bad now."
Thanks for saying that.