Childhood Friend Writhing in Ecstasy Under a Hulking Delinquent, Unbearable Jealousy Surges (Ch. 55)
"Gotta say hi before I head out."
Mi-nam was completely different from yesterday. He was bright, cheerful. Not a trace of that dark shadow lingered on him. What the hell happened overnight? I couldn't help but wonder.
"Yeah?"
"Yep."
Aha, now I get it.
It was the Casting Card <The Man Who Is Taken From>.
◈ Once pleasure exceeds a certain threshold, he submits and obeys the man who stole his woman.
He's acting all buddy-buddy with me because he's submitted to me... But this isn't quite what I wanted. More precisely, I couldn't care less.
I used the Casting Card <The Man Who Is Taken From> for one reason only.
◈ Cannot even consider revenge against the man who stole his woman.
That's the line. I had no idea exactly how it would play out, though. I figured he'd just meekly submit to the fact that I stole Ji-yeon from him and go on living his life. But apparently, I need to dig deeper into its effects. I'll be using the Casting Card <The Man Who Is Taken From> more in the future, so I should observe his reactions closely.
"Alright, wanna grab breakfast together then?"
"Huh?"
Ji-yeon shot him a look like What the hell are you talking about?
"Sure thing. Sounds good."
Mi-nam lit up. Where to? Normally, I'd think about hitting the pool buffet with Ji-yeon, but no way was I taking this guy there. Sure, I didn't mind showing off sex with other guys watching in principle, but I wasn't about to flaunt it on purpose. The market videos were enough for that.
"What're you in the mood for, Mi-nam?"
"Drank too much last night—my stomach's a bit queasy."
"Yeah? How about something spicy then?"
We ended up settling on gukbap, hearty Korean soup and rice.
"What kinda kid blindly tags along like this?"
On the way to the gukbap joint, Ji-yeon kept glaring at Mi-nam.
"He just... said to grab food, so..."
Even submitted to me, Mi-nam was still Mi-nam—utterly whipped by Ji-yeon.
"Quit with the 'hyung' crap, it's gross. Eat and get lost."
A fresh-faced twenty-year-old calling me "hyung" must've felt weird to her.
"It's fine. 'Hyung' feels off anyway—just call me 'hyungnim' or whatever."
"For real? Got it, hyung."
Mi-nam visibly perked up.
"Ugh... what is this, brothers now? Tch!"
Ji-yeon seemed annoyed that I was being nice to him. Whatever—couldn't be helped. I had to test this out.
I didn't need some handsome little brother either. Turns out I'm petty as hell. Anyone better-looking than me just rubs me wrong.
"So what's your deal? Why're you suddenly all chummy with my oppa?"
To Ji-yeon, this made zero sense. How could a guy watch that scene with the girl he likes and act like this?
"'Cause I respect him."
Mi-nam didn't hesitate a beat.
"Respect? Re-spect?"
Ji-yeon gawked, dumbfounded.
"Yeah. I realized he's a real man's man."
His bold praise made my face heat up.
"For real? You're not just bullshitting?"
But weirdly, Ji-yeon perked up at his praise too. Well, from her angle, maybe it made sense... Still, I was the most baffled one here.
"Yeah. And I get it now—you suit him perfectly... Nah, you suit him perfectly, Ji-yeon. A badass master and his perfect fuckslave."
I frantically scanned around to make sure no one overheard. Lucky it was early—the vast dining hall was empty except for us, no waitstaff in sight.
"Whoa, what're you saying...?"
Ji-yeon flushed, embarrassed now that sanity had kicked in.
"So now you get it, huh?"
But she was grinning like an idiot. Mi-nam was brain-fried from the card, fine—but Ji-yeon? This was pure, willing her.
"Yeah! A guy's looks aren't everything!"
Mi-nam declared with total conviction.
"Exactly! Guys aren't all about looks!"
Why the hell were they bonding over this?
"So you wanna hang with my oppa to learn from him?"
"Nah, wrong."
Dead serious again.
"What?"
"Some things in this world you can learn and copy. Others? Impossible. Hyung's greatness isn't the learnable kind."
No doubt in his tone—like unshakable faith in some divine being. Holy shit. The Casting Card <The Man Who Is Taken From> hit way harder than I thought.
Other casting cards wore off after AV making ended, targets snapping back to normal. But Mi-nam? Total stranger from yesterday. Made sense, though—if he went back to hating me post-making, what was the point?
"Right? Oppa was born great."
Thank god the food arrived right then. Korea's fast food for the win!
"Let's eat already."
Any longer and they'd be singing my praises nonstop. Even over the meal, they kept chatting about me. I stayed out of it, just paranoid someone might overhear the kids.
"Thanks for the delicious meal."
Mi-nam looked blissed out.
"Food's done—now scram."
Ji-yeon was itching to boot him.
"Take this for cab fare. You said your stomach's bubbly—grab a taxi."
I pulled out six 50,000-won bills and handed them over. Last night's guarantee fee. Peanuts compared to female actresses, but that's standard for guys. Often less than 100,000 won, or even free volunteers. 300,000 made him lead actor tier.
Well, except gay stuff—those dudes rake it in. Eh, not my thing.
"Huh? What's this?"
Both Mi-nam and Ji-yeon freaked.
"Cab fare from hyung. Use it."
"Thanks a ton."
Rich kid like him wouldn't geek over pocket change. It was from me that thrilled him.
"Huh? You taking it no protest?"
"Can't refuse hyung."
He tucked the cash lovingly into his wallet. His glee over something so trivial felt off.
"Catch you later. Don't wanna overstay."
Mi-nam bounced out, chipper to the end.
No need to worry about him anymore. Or so I thought then. What reason would I have to tangle with him again? Even if I did, big deal? But I overlooked his bizarre zeal. Blind followers are always trouble. Blind faith? Straight-up disaster.
After ditching Mi-nam, Ji-yeon and I hit the department store. Figured I'd grab her a little gift.
"Don't really want anything big..."
No pricey stuff, so makeup? Then out of nowhere, she wants lingerie. We browsed the shop together. Naturally, she picked only the slutty ones. Women don't get it—guys don't give a shit about pretty underwear, just what's inside. Lingerie's for them anyway.
"Pool time!"
"No more date stuff?"
"We did! This is the date."
"Fine... Bank first. You set up those accounts?"
"Yeah, you said multiple ones."
Her guarantees were hefty, so separate accounts to manage.
"Close one's fine."
At the bank, I dumped stacks of 5-million-won bundles on her. "Split 'em up and deposit."
"Wha-what's this?"
"Told you I'd spot you cash sometimes."
"Feels like just yesterday... Why so much?"
Costume play guarantee, last night's, and today's pool shoot—60 million total. No wonder she freaked. But unavoidable. Her looks justified the rate.
Adult market value: fame first. Top stars pull hundreds of millions per vid. Then looks, tits, age. Young, hot, busty? Wallets fly open.
Her hands shook cramming bills into the ATM. She'd only blown 100k of the previous 50 mil—on lingerie. I'd give more, told her to splurge sometimes. She refused.
"Blowing cash leads to regrets later."
Straight-laced girl. Must be how she was raised. Not my place to meddle.
Deposits done, off to the pool.
"This place is way fancier than I pictured."
"What'd you expect?"
"Dunno... Motel with a big tub? But this is a real pool?"
"Told ya. Think I'd bluff?"
"Fair..."
She nodded. "Those foods—what're they for? More people coming?"
"Nah, just us."
"For real? This huge place, all that insane food—just for us?"
"Yup."
Questions galore. Who wouldn't?
"Ajusshi."
"Yeah?"
"You some hidden chaebol heir or what?"
"Haha, wish."
"Doesn't matter to me, but it's weird. Why drop so much cash on me?"
"'Cause you're worth it."
Different from her thinking—the guarantees, the pool? Freebies for me.
"Eek! It's weird. Being with you makes me weird. Last night too... Feels like I'm corrupting hard."
"Hate the corruption?"
"Not hate. Scary. Like my hidden side's gonna burst out wriggling?"
Scary, yet her eyes sparkled.
"If it's just us, I can swim naked, right?"
Before I answered, clothes were off.
"Swimsuits first?"
"Why? We'll ditch 'em anyway."
Basic pool shots need suits... Convinced her with promises of hot bikini pics. Blue one-piece again. She pouted, but I dangled a sexy bikini next time.
The fun was top-notch. Swam, fucked, ate, fucked again.
"Whoa, it's like that thing! What was it? Right—eat, drink, and be merry!"
Ji-yeon beaming made it all better.
Sufficient footage acquired for official release.
I'll space these vids out. Uploaded one this morning—back-to-back feels off.
"Know how many times we fucked over two days?"
Heading out, she asked.
"Uh, how many?"
"Eleven. Just your loads."
"You counted?"
"Duh. I remember every cum since we met."
Doubt it—cat girl day? No way.
"Impressive. Why track it?"
"Good memory. Big events, I log 'em all."
That a big event? Her folks would weep.
"Anyway, proves you're a beast. How no fatigue? Ugh, can't even brag."
"Brag about what?"
"Girls fought over whose BF lasts longer."
"Oh."
"But school's good-girl image. Hehe!"
She covered her mouth, prim and proper.
"Haven't spilled my secret yet. Timing it right, though."
"What's the secret?"
"Maso slave! Fuckmeat! Cumdump! Jizz receptacle!"
Long title. Tomorrow's texts suddenly terrified me.
"Maybe keep that secret?"
"Why?"
"Reputation tank?"
"Probably."
But her eyes gleamed dangerously.
"Yeah. Rep matters."
"Pfft. What rep does a maso slave need?"
Truly, no winning against this girl.