Taming the Frigid Pussy (1)
Whatever, it's the last time anyway. It's just a difference of 20,000 or 30,000 won. With that in mind, I ended up picking the girl who charged 80,000 won more than the base rate.
It's not like I had rent due right then, and even my food expenses were covered entirely by Yoo Seo-yeon, so there was no real need to skimp. But with no 100 million in my bank account just yet, I couldn't help feeling a bit wasteful. Still, was it enough money to suppress my curiosity? Nah, not quite—so in the end, curiosity won out.
That said, the girl I chose this time had me pretty excited. I'd only seen her photos, but her profile said she was 172 cm tall, and her proportions looked incredible.
Her name was listed as Jeong-hwa, though it was probably fake. None of the girls whose numbers I'd gotten so far had profiles matching their real names.
Thinking it was my last hurrah, I added all sorts of options, pushing the total past 400,000 won for the first time—to 410,000 won. 410,000 won for one fuck. Back in the day, it would've been unimaginable extravagance, but now it only felt slightly regrettable.
I rode the elevator up and rang the bell at the designated room. I heard faint movements inside, then the door flew open.
"You're here?"
"Whoa..?"
The moment I saw the woman who opened the door, an involuntary gasp escaped me. Her vibe was a bit cold, but her face was stunning enough to wow anyone, and her proportions were even better than the photos.
Shame about the small tits, though.
Her chest looked like a B- or C-cup even through her clothes, so it wasn't tiny by any means, but it fell a bit short of my standards. Still, she was easily one of the top handful of the prettiest girls I'd met so far.
"Why are you staring like that?"
"You're way prettier than I expected?"
"Just come in."
I'd picked a line I thought opi girls would like from my experience, but Jeong-hwa just turned away indifferently, like it was a hassle, and headed inside without a reaction.
Did I say something wrong?
She didn't seem offended, though. I'd thought I'd gotten used to women, but I still couldn't read their minds.
I stopped overthinking, followed her in, and closed the door.
"Shower first, then?"
"Uh, yeah..?"
So abrupt? This was totally different from the girls I'd dealt with before. As I wondered what was up, Jeong-hwa read my face and let out a short sigh.
"First time at an opi?"
"No, not my first.."
"Then why are you standing there like an idiot? You have to wash before we do it. You're not planning to wash alone anyway, so I'll wash you, right?"
"Yeah, but.."
"But what? Should I undress you too?"
Her attitude was kinda bitchy. I didn't know if that was just her personality or if I'd messed up somehow, but unlike the other opi girls, she showed zero interest in impressing me.
"Yeah. Undress me."
"Tsk.."
I'd only answered her question, but now she was clicking her tongue. Still, she wasn't refusing outright—she strode over and started stripping me.
"Do other guys ask you to undress them like this?"
"..Sometimes."
I'd wondered why she'd even offer, but apparently, some customers really did request it. Not that it seemed that annoying, though.
While I was lost in trivial thoughts, Jeong-hwa unbuttoned my shirt one by one, baring my upper body, then reached down to unbuckle my belt, yanking down my pants and underwear together.
I wondered what reaction this prickly girl would have to my cock. Most got flustered; some were shocked but excited by the novelty. Of course, the size made it troublesome for them all, but turning away a paying customer felt wasteful, and curiosity won out—they'd say "just this once" and take it.
"....?"
Jeong-hwa's hand slid down impassively, like she was handling a chore, but her eyes widened slightly and blinked as she took it in.
"....?"
For the first time, an emotion besides annoyance flickered in her eyes. They scanned my cock from top to bottom, blinking again. It was like she couldn't comprehend the thing right in front of her—"What the hell is this?"
I'd seen girls stammer in shock or babble incoherently, but this reaction was new—a chuckle slipped out.
"Legs up. Aren't you gonna finish undressing me?"
"Y-yeah, I will."
She'd been staring in bewilderment, but snapped to at my words and pulled off my pants.
"Impressed?"
"..Not really."
Obvious lie, but she quickly regained her composure, stood, and stripped off her own clothes without hesitation.
"Whoa.."
Another gasp at her flawless proportions. Long limbs, not an ounce of fat, sleek 11-shaped abs, perfectly shaped water-drop tits. If anything, they weren't just good—they were perfect.
She smirked faintly at my admiration, fully composed now, then turned and headed to the bathroom.
"At least she didn't say it's too big to handle."
Her shocked expression suggested she'd never seen a size like mine, but whether she genuinely thought it was fine or was just being stubborn, it worked in my favor.
I followed her to the bathroom. She adjusted the shower to a nice lukewarm temp, sprayed me down, then lathered a washcloth thick with foam and started scrubbing my body.
No chit-chat, no flirting—just pure washing. But as the cloth slid down, grazing my shaft and carefully cleaning my balls, my cock twitched to life and hardened fully.
"Hng..?"
Her hand jerked away in surprise, but even then, my cock reached max erection in seconds. Her eyes trembled faintly at the sight.
"Not gonna wash it?"
"..I will, so stop rushing me."
I asked casually while brushing my teeth, and she flinched but resumed, finishing up and rinsing off the foam.
"Go out first. I'll be quick."
"Do customers ever ask you to wash yourself too?"
"..Yeah."
I'd tossed it out casually, and she shot back an irritated "What, you too?" glare.
"Cool. Wash up and come out."
Of course, I had no intention of doing that. Unless she begged to cling on, what was the point of forcing a reluctant wash? It wasn't foreplay, and she wouldn't enjoy it anyway.
I left her to it, toweled off outside, and lay on the bed waiting. Soon, Jeong-hwa emerged, dried off, and climbed onto the bed.
"How do you want it?"
Unlike girls who cozied up with aegyo, she was totally passive—just do whatever.
"Spread your legs."
"Like this?"
She obeyed well enough, so no complaints there. I slid a finger into her fully exposed slit—slick with lube.
Not arousal, though. From what opi girls had told me, it was hard to get excited with customers, and proper foreplay was rare, so they prepped themselves. Some used hands, some dildos—unrelated to actual horniness.
But wet was wet; no issue for insertion.
"Suck it first."
"You know oral creampie counts toward the sessions, right?"
"Yeah."
"Fine, whatever.."
Her attitude stayed prickly, but she obediently bent down and took my cock in her mouth.
"Mm.. slrp.. sluuuurp.. chuup.. slrp.."
Her technique was decent. Not bad, but nothing special. She wasn't trying to please me—just mechanically sucking because I asked.
"Just get it wet. So it doesn't hurt when I thrust."
"Churp.. chup.."
She pulled off immediately, licking saliva along the shaft from root to tip until it glistened, then I pushed her head away.
"Good. Spread again."
She lay back passively, legs wide for easy access. Honestly, up to now, it had been boring. But from here, things would change. No woman had taken my cock without issue yet.
I teased her neatly sealed slit side to side with my glans, then pushed in.
Squelch..
"Hss.."
Jeong-hwa, who'd been looking up casually, furrowed her brows slightly. Just the head in, but the tightness was A-grade. It clamped down like "no further," the pressure excellent.
I didn't stop, thrusting deeper, savoring the intensifying grip. As my cock sank further, her breathing grew ragged.
"Nngh..!"
But I felt something off too.
"Oho..?"
It hit when over half was in. This is no joke.
The squeeze was great, but different. Not wrinkly clinging or all-around vise—it was like sucker-like folds adhering everywhere, sucking my entire shaft in.
So that's why she's so bitchy.
No matter how pretty the face, that attitude meant no repeat customers. But with a pussy this good, even haters would return. Once you taste it, no other feels the same—just like how other girls pale after a stunner.
Not that I'll be coming back.
I didn't know if she acted this way knowing it, but my cock was far from ordinary either.