Harsh Lesson for the Arrogant Loli Building Owner (2)
Finally, I got a proper look at Ga-eun's face.
Big eyes with heavy double eyelids, thick eye makeup. Slightly tanned, dusky skin and red lipstick.
It really didn't suit someone named Choi Ga-eun.
"Hey, do you hate the name Ga-eun 'cause it sounds too country?"
"No, I don't think it's country at all."
"So it is country. Olivia's too long, so I'll just call you 'Ollie'."
"Master Seongtae can call me whatever, and it'll make me so happy!"
She's basically saying don't call her at all.
"Yeah, yeah. From now on, you're Ollie."
Ollie—sounds like a pet's name.
I gripped her hand tighter, and her tits and moans spilled out between my fingers.
"Eek! Master Seongtae! Keep squeezing me hard!"
"Yeah, since you want it so bad, I'll squeeze."
Cheolyong, who was driving, spoke up.
"Master Seongtae, can I at least touch the thighs of the woman next to me?"
"Go ahead. Thighs, whatever—do what you want. Just focus on driving."
"Thank you!"
Dalgeon's right hand kneaded Sukja's thigh.
Ollie said to Cheolyong,
"Please keep groping my lawyer!"
"Ollie's begging for it. Dalgeon, grope her tits too then."
"Yes, Master Seongtae."
Dalgeon mauled her breasts.
I called Ayoung, and she picked up the second it rang.
After the call ended, Ollie, who'd overheard, said,
"Handcuffs, dildos... bunny girl? I know exactly what you're gonna use 'em for."
"Right? It's all for you."
Ollie laughed mechanically.
"Hahaha, I can't wait!"
The car ground to a near halt on the road, and Dalgeon said,
"Looks like an accident up ahead, Master Seongtae."
"Could be, but Seoul's always jammed anyway."
Perfect chance to mess with topless Ollie even more.
"Wanna open the window?"
"Nude and all, but yeah, opening it would make me so happy!"
"Right?"
I pulled Ollie onto my lap and rolled down the window.
A black car idled next to us, grandpa at the wheel.
"Go on! Wave at grandpa and say hi all friendly!"
Ollie waved out the window, too busy to cover her tits and nipples.
"Hello!"
The old man rolled down his window and stared.
"Heh heh, kids these days..."
I licked her slightly darkened nipple.
"Ahhn!"
"Say 'We're heading off to fuck right now!' It's an order."
Ollie beamed innocently.
"We're heading off to fuck right now!"
"Aigoo... end of days... tsk tsk... what kinda crazy bitch is that."
"That's me, the crazy bitch!"
"Whoever that guy next to ya is, manage your woman better! Sheesh."
He shut his window, and I closed mine.
Ollie turned back, smiling through teary eyes.
"Hee hee heuk, heading off to fuck with Master Seongtae... so happy... hee hee."
Was she laughing or crying? Hard to tell. Time to pump her for info before we hit the building.
"Introduce yourself casually. Order."
"Hi! I used to be Olivia, but from now on, call me 'Ollie'. Heuk."
"Good girl. You're Ollie now."
"I'm 21, daughter of the Donggang Group chairman. No job."
"Yeah, unemployed."
"I like dancing and throwing parties."
"Whatever. Why sell the building?"
"I lived in the US, just came back to Korea, but Dad wants to ship me off again..."
"That's it?"
"No, honestly, I didn't know or care much, but my cousin oppa Kanghyeok told me to sell. The lawyer up front, Sukja, was assigned by them too."
"I see."
Kanghyeok, huh...
"How old's Sukja?"
"Dunno. Mid-30s maybe?"
Way too much. A 30s woman named Sukja.
"So... why sell the building so cheap? Equipment's all good, prime location."
"Kanghyeok oppa and Sukja said since it wasn't selling, drop the price. No calls, so I thought it really wasn't gonna sell, then some guy contacts me outta nowhere. I jumped on it. Sukja hated it, though."
Dalgeon chuckled from the driver's seat.
"Ahem, that 'some guy' was me, Master Seongtae."
"Good job. Ollie, your dad doesn't know?"
"Kanghyeok oppa said not to tell anyone, so probably not Dad either? But he'd oppose it for sure."
"Yeah. Hey, random question—how much allowance from Dad?"
"I could ask for cash, but he gave me no-limit cards."
"How much you spend a month?"
"Dunno. Never checked. Bills don't come to me. Probably over 100 million won, though?"
"That tiny bag with the sunglasses—what's it cost?"
"Ten million won? Something like that? It's new."
"Pricey."
My phone buzzed.
"Master Seongtae, it's Kanghyeok oppa. Can I answer?"
"Later."
"Okay."
"You partied in the US, so sex—you good at it?"
"Sex? Yeah. I'm good."
Hmm... suddenly wanna use a condom.
The car had cleared the jam and was cruising smoothly.
"Dalgeon, how much longer?"
"Ten minutes left."
"Got it. Ollie, put your clothes on."
I calmly sorted my thoughts in the meantime.
Ten minutes later, we pulled up to a sleek white building.
We all got out.
I looked up at the modest structure. Warm sunlight glared down, making me squint.
"This is where it starts."
The first-floor cafe bustled with people. The adjacent convenience store was decent-sized too.
I asked Ollie,
"What's the rent here?"
"Dunno. Sukja, how much?"
Sukja said nothing.
"What do you know?"
I asked instead.
"How much rent?"
"Three million won."
If she were just a student, I'd flip the rent to me right away—but nah, not feeling it now.
"Notify everyone to vacate soon."
"Yes, sir."
"Dalgeon, can we box in the exterior with walls or something?"
"Yes, the land's ours too, so doable. I'll look into it."
"Cool."
"Sixth floor's empty. Ollie, second's office space, right? What's the rest?"
"Fifth's my dance studio. Fourth..."
"Nah, let's check ourselves."
We entered the building and took the elevator to the second floor.
Stepping out, doors on left and right—both wide open to empty space.
White-painted floors and walls, system AC—that was it.
"Hmm... yeah, desks, chairs, make it an office."
Dalgeon said,
"Master Seongtae, for the office—should I move here?"
"Nah, stay put. But Sia might come here?"
"Then I'll hire a new lawyer to work with."
"How 'bout solo?"
"I've been solo forever, so no issue."
"Alright, keep it as Gwak Cheolyong Law Office. Cut back other work, focus on ours."
"Got it."
I asked Ollie,
"CCTV everywhere?"
"Yes, of course."
"Your people gonna check it?"
"Yeah."
Perfect.
"Other floors empty now? Third like this—empty space?"
"Yes."
Third for sex room remodel. Fill with gear. Maybe install useless human toilets if needed?
Nah—staff sex relief rotation sounds better.
The grandiose, insane plan made my cock twitch just thinking about it.
Remodel bathrooms, rip out a urinal for it?
"Fourth has apartment-style rooms?"
"Yes, but I kicked 'em out 'cause I hated running into them."
Perfect.
"Fifth—what's there? Didn't check last time."
"My dance studio and workout gear."
"Sixth? Looked like someone's old place—kitchen too."
"Yeah, I lived there, but staying elsewhere now."
"Where?"
"With parents at first, then out. Hotel now."
"Why?"
"Heading out soon, traveled Japan for a bit, crashing at hotel till US."
"I see. Fifth first then."
"Yes!"
Elevator to fifth. Ollie unlocked with her card.
Unlike others, it felt lived-in.
"Used it recently?"
"Yesterday even."
Inside: water cooler, coffee machine.
Ollie slipped off her red heels into the shoe rack. I toed off mine too.
Further in, a mirror-walled room. Rolling water bottles, sweat-soaked towel—proof she'd been here yesterday.
Sofa with a laptop.
"This the place from Insta."
"Oh, Master Seongtae, you stalked my Insta? I'm thrilled."
"Yeah. Dance practice here, right? Let's see."
Till Ayoung arrives.
"What dance? Or pick from the laptop playlist."
Latest track maybe? Before that...
"Strip first. Order."
"Yes! I'll strip naked."
She flung her coat, stripping wildly.
"Ahh! Stripping in front of strangers for the first time—feels amazing!"
"Pfft, right?"
Black tee tossed, hands on leggings. They trembled.
Dalgeon swallowed hard.
"You kept peeking in the rearview earlier, couldn't focus on driving."
"Eyes are different from hands, Master Seongtae."
"True."
Gray leggings down—thigh flesh jiggled free. Black T-panties left.
She gripped the panties with both hands.
"Now the pan... panties too...! With two strange guys and Sukja watching—I'm so turned on!"