Chapter 100
Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: Hyun-seong's University Debut
"Don't drink too much, okay?"
"Yeah, got it, Mom. Who do you think I am?"
"You're still a kid! Here, take some pocket money to drink with Gyu-tae. Get some nice snacks."
"Nah, it's fine."
"Take it."
They'd always been well-off, but ever since becoming Kwak Young-cheol's "secretary," Seo Na-yeon's wallet had grown extraordinarily plump.
Her base salary as a "secretary" alone was ten million won.
And the bonuses for "special duties" added another ten million or more each month.
It was so much money that she sometimes got scared, wondering if it was really okay to take it all.
'Thinking back to those days in the basement studio... it feels like a dream.'
Sure, it was money earned by spreading her legs for other men,
but to Seo Na-yeon, who truly knew what poverty felt like, money was money.
It didn't matter if it came from honest work or selling her body—it was equally precious.
That's why she could hand over a whopping one million won to Hyun-seong as an "enrollment gift" without a second thought.
"You just focus on your studies, Hyun-seong. Got it? Mom will earn the money."
"Yeah..."
Of course, Kang Hyun-seong knew exactly what kind of "work" his mom was doing, so it left a bitter taste in his mouth. But pocket money was pocket money all the same.
'If I don't take it, she still won't stop getting fucked by Kwak Young-cheol.'
On top of that, his sly little sister Mi-hyun had been bleeding him dry with one excuse after another, leaving his winter break savings and salary nearly wiped out.
"I'll use it well, Mom."
"Good. Listen well in class! To the teacher—no, professor, right? That's what they call them in college? Obey your professor."
"What is this, high school? Go on already. You'll be late for work."
"Okay, I'm really going now."
Seo Na-yeon glanced back at her son waving reluctantly and Gyu-tae bowing shyly, then turned the key in the ignition.
"Haa... Off to work. Work."
YC Capital, Kwak Young-cheol's loan shark operation, and YC Enter, his internet broadcasting hub, were both cruising along smoothly.
Thanks to his father's connections and Seo Na-yeon's body as a tool for sexual bribes,
they'd pulled in plenty of investors with solid cash reserves. YC Capital made it easy to source lists of women drowning in debt.
Now, money was flowing in like water—used car lots looked like corner stores by comparison.
Though she was just an escort following Kwak Young-cheol's orders to sleep with high-ranking officials, Seo Na-yeon felt a strange sense of pride watching the company grow.
As the saying goes, pillow talk is the most powerful persuasion, and she was damn good at it.
Just as Kwak had hoped, she'd shed her shame and fully embraced the role of high-class whore on his command, contributing massively to the business expansion.
Of course, this was the same woman who'd felt pleasure even during a gangbang with seven men at her farewell party.
Spreading her legs for old guys was nothing.
And Kwak Young-cheol, who'd benefited greatly from her efforts, was starting to see her as a key employee. All good things.
"Hyun-seong started college today?"
"Yeah. I even drove him right to campus. The vibe there was amazing. Full of youth."
"Puhaha! Na-yeon, you wanna go to college?"
"College? I could barely study. Even without the kids, I probably wouldn't have."
"Yeah... Still, must feel good seeing your son enroll. Anyway, go fetch Ju-hee."
"Ju-hee?"
"Yeah."
But lately, Seo Na-yeon had a slight grievance.
"You haven't been calling for me much these days."
"What? Pussy dripping just thinking about fucking me?"
"No, not that, but..."
"New girl's always the prettiest. I'll fuck you plenty later. Bring Ju-hee first."
"..."
Seo Na-yeon pouted and turned away.
Kwak was right—their sex had tapered off, leaving her a bit anxious.
'...Has he lost interest?'
Her feelings for Kwak were a tangled mix of love and hate.
The way he'd turned her into a sex slave felt all too transparent now, filling her with thoughts of being used.
But at the same time, sex with Kwak and his goblin-club dick was something she genuinely enjoyed.
'Old men's dicks won't satisfy me anymore.'
Now, she was Kwak's top-tier escort.
Entertaining business contacts, and offering her body when needed...
Most of those clients were middle-aged men, of course.
She'd fuck them on command without emotion, but enjoying the "job" still mattered.
And those geezer dicks just didn't cut it.
As she stepped into the hallway, her eyes fell on the neatly partitioned, sealed rooms.
Rows of identical doors that looked like hotel rooms at a glance.
But these were internet broadcasting studios, each decked out like a normal home.
From Melon TV, allowing panty flashes, to Paprika TV, where everything but genitals could be shown.
Women camgirls streamed here daily across various platforms.
Most were bound by big or small debts,
or like that druggie girl, hooked on narcotics.
Seo Na-yeon shuddered, thinking how drugs could break a person.
Kwak didn't just make them broadcast, either.
The key was "fan service" management to rack up those superchats.
Top spenders—suckers, really—were dubbed "loyal fans" or "chairmen," fed delusions of grandeur.
Then "dinner dates" offline...
'Which obviously end in fucking. Dinner date, my ass—it's a sex date.'
Prostitution inevitably followed. Once hooked, he'd pimp them to rich guys for a cut.
Bound by debt or drugs, and company contracts, their superchat and prostitution earnings went to repayments—
after YC Enter skimmed 40% as "management fees" via shady contracts.
Some still made decent money after, so it wasn't the worst.
Go Ju-hee, the BJ Kwak wanted, was one such girl.
Seo Na-yeon walked to the end of the hall, found the small reception desk, and asked the waiting male staffer.
"Oh, hey Na-yeon. What's up?"
"Ju-hee around?"
"Ju-hee? She's with a client."
"Ah..."
Go Ju-hee was trapped in a double noose of debt and drugs.
No way she could refuse Kwak's orders...
And she wasn't the type to cling to her virginity anyway, so prostitution was par for the course.
In fact, Seo Na-yeon, playing high-class escort, had better status and treatment here.
...Though she was just an expensive whore at heart.
"Boss wants her?"
"Yeah. Seems hooked on her again lately."
"Haha. Reminds me of you back in the day. You got used like a total slut at the used car lot."
"...What the hell?"
The guy talking was Yoon Young-soo.
The bastard who'd turned her into a cumrag at the used car lot.
With YC Capital and Enter taking over as main businesses, he'd been pulled from the lot to work here.
Yoon Young-soo flashed a sleazy grin and casually placed a hand on Seo Na-yeon's ass.
"How's it been lately? Bored dealing with just old farts?"
"Get your hand off."
"Aw, playing hard to get with me?"
For all his talk, he couldn't fuck or toy with her like before anymore.
That brutal treatment at the lot was meant to break her resistance.
After surviving that hardcore gangbang, Kwak treated her as prime merchandise—no more handing her off to grunts like Yoon.
Seo Na-yeon waited for Ju-hee's john to finish.
"Oh, she's done."
Yoon, monitoring via hidden cams on his desk screen, spoke up as the door opened.
"Oppa, you'll come again next time, right?"
"Heh, who knows, slut."
"Aww! You have to!"
Go Ju-hee, naked and coquettish, saw her guest off.
Her inner thighs were plastered with cum, advertising the fuck she'd just had.
Seo Na-yeon approached her.
"Hey. Boss wants you."
"Yes, Unnie~"
Seo Na-yeon didn't like Go Ju-hee much.
No real reason.
Just a gut feeling they didn't click.
'Jealous, maybe?'
Because Kwak was calling for her less and Ju-hee more? Pathetic, she thought, as they headed to the boss's office.
"You fucking bitch, Go Ju-hee!"
"Ack... Ah! You're too rough...! G-Gentler, please!"
"Shut your cockhole, kek...!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
The reason for summoning Ju-hee? Pure lust relief, as expected.
'Animal of a man...'
Not long ago, Seo Na-yeon herself had been panting under that slab of flesh like Ju-hee now.
She sat at the secretary desk, watching their raw fuck session.
'...I want some too...'
Go Ju-hee had incredibly long legs.
Breasts around B~C cup—nice shape, not huge, but her overall slim, sleek lines were the draw.
Her ass wasn't as massive as Na-yeon's but had a perfectly balanced curve.
Pretty enough to turn Kwak's head after months fixated on Na-yeon.
"Gurk...! Gah!"
...The overzealous choking during sex wasn't enviable...
Or was it?
Watching Ju-hee's slender neck gripped in Kwak's thick hand, drool spilling out, Seo Na-yeon slipped a hand into her panties without thinking.
'Ah... Ah...'
"Hah... Hah... Hah! Take it inside... all of it."
"Agh... Ungh!"
"Fuck... Fucking bitch!"
Kwak, who'd shifted from throttling her neck to yanking her pink bob haircut like a maniac,
"Hnggh!"
twitched and shuddered with a deflating groan.
Undoubtedly dumping a thick load deep in her pussy.
Seo Na-yeon rubbed her clit frantically at the sight.
"Hey, Na-yeon."
"Ah?! Y-Yes, boss...!"
Kwak, basking in post-cum bliss, called to her.
"Hey."
"Yes?"
"Suck up my cum leaking from this bitch's pussy."
"...Pardon?"