The Man Made Sexier by the Perk (1)

"Haa... haa..."

Im Ye-jin leaned against the elevator wall in her officetel, panting hot breaths nonstop as it ascended. 'Hurry... hurry...' This wasn't the officetel she used for work—it was her personal residence. Monthly rent alone was 700,000 won, and with management fees, it came to a whopping 850,000 won a month. Way too pricey for an average college student, but for Im Ye-jin, who raked in over ten million won monthly as an opi girl, it was no big deal.

As soon as the elevator doors opened with the announcement, Im Ye-jin practically ran to her door, her fingers trembling as she punched in the passcode and burst inside.

"It has to be somewhere...!"

Not even glancing back, she rushed into the bedroom, yanking everything out of the dresser drawers in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a frantic search for the item she wanted. Her hands, rotors, and even boyfriends hadn't been enough, so before heading to work, she'd tried this as a last resort.

"Found it...!"

She'd shoved it deep into the back after one useless try, vowing never to use it again, turning the floor into a mess—but who cared? Clutching the dildo triumphantly, Im Ye-jin climbed onto the bed, stripping off her skirt and panties in one go and flinging them under the bed.

The dildo was bigger and thicker than the average guys she'd seen, but the first and last time she'd used it, it had given her nothing. But maybe now it'd be different. Her whole body burned like she had a fever, her insides itching endlessly in this pathetic state. With that desperate hope, she'd held out through ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠this unfamiliar torment and made it home.

"Haat... haat..."

Her body showed no signs of calming—it was at its limit. Her pussy was already a sopping mess, no need to get it wet. Im Ye-jin bit her lip, then shoved the dildo straight into her cunt.

Squelch—!

"Hngh...!"

She could feel it. What used to be just the foreign sensation of a hard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠object sliding in and out now sent itchy tingles through her, making her hips twitch involuntarily, blurring the intrusion as it merged with her insides.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

"Hngh...! Hn...! Hngh...!"

The hard dildo ravaged her depths in time with her hand movements. Recalling the sensation of hot cum flooding her each time, faint jolts shot through her with every thrust, making her waist jerk.

"Not enough...!"

Im Ye-jin muttered in a half-sobbing voice, not stopping her hand. A dildo couldn't creampie her, for one—that alone was a huge minus. And in size, girth, and heat, it paled compared to that cock that had made her feel everything.

"Just one more time, if he'd done it one more time...!"

In the end, that man had rejected any further involvement with her. Even when she'd thrown away her pride, offering it for free, begging that she hadn't cum yet, that one more would do it—he'd walked away.

But it wasn't a total loss. 'Got it. I'll contact you later then.' He'd agreed to meet up separately sometime. She'd begged him to call anytime, anywhere—she'd come running, for free, as much as he wanted. That's how she'd gotten his number.

If he'd refused even that, she would've paid him hundreds or thousands of won to beg for it. The money she'd earned so far was just a byproduct of chasing pleasure; she'd saved it planning to live easy as a college student. Her true goal had always been to experience sexual ecstasy.

"Please, please..."

She wished he'd call soon. His number was saved in her phone. But he'd told her not to contact him first, so she had to hold back. If she caved and messaged him, only for him to cut her off—that would be the worst.

But she didn't even know how long to wait. He'd contact her when he had time, but who knew when? All she could do was wait.

"I'm going crazy..."

No matter how relentlessly she pumped her pussy, the pleasure was a faint shadow of what she'd felt with him. She knew she'd never reach orgasm like this. Still, she kept going out of fear her body would cool down. If this heat broke once, she might never feel it again. She was just trying to sustain the arousal.

She waited desperately for his call.

*

"Cutting it off halfway like that is frustrating as hell."

Four times—not bad, but neither she nor I had fully satisfied, and leaving her begging made it feel unresolved.

"Name's... Im Ye-jin?"

Her profile pic and name showed on the contact I'd saved. Second slave after Yoo Seo-yeon. Just a plan for now, but I'd decided on it. Even though I could've satisfied her in the remaining time, I held off to start our relationship from a position of power.

At first, she felt nothing—like frigidity. But after the first creampie, she finally reacted. Ignoring it, I built up and dumped a second load—her responses intensified. From then on, even just thrusting inside started sparking pleasure for her. By the third creampie, she was visibly feeling it.

I figured the fourth would finish her off—no games, just send her over. But that turned out to be the masterstroke. Two probably wouldn't have broken her. By the fourth, Im Ye-jin was right on the edge of climax. If she'd cum then, fine—but teetering without release left her no choice but to cling to me. Game over. I'd ended it there to keep the upper hand, give her space, then send her to heaven and claim her fully.

She was probably masturbating right now.

"Gotta make her wait at least a week."

Masturbation pleasure and sex are worlds apart. Once she's tasted satisfying sex, no amount of self-play will erase the memory. Sure, only Yoo Seo-yeon and I were test subjects, but Im Ye-jin had been that desperate too—shouldn't be much different.

"First, check the perk."

I sat on the bench at the officetel entrance and launched the Succubus System.

"This one's kinda unique."

Well, perks were always odd, but this felt weirder than the last two. Previous ones enhanced what I could do; this was like a passive hypnosis always on.

"And 'effectiveness varies by target' is vague as hell."

If there were guidelines on who it worked on, I could've estimated—but nope, total ambiguity.

"Eh, doesn't matter much this time."

Fondness and trust help, but with hypnosis, not essential. For targeting women, nothing beats sexual attraction. I'd regretted skipping pheromones last time—this was it.

As always, the application message popped up.

"Doesn't feel like anything changed."

Selfie mode on my phone showed no difference. Maybe others see it?

"Master, welcome home?"

Back at Yoo Seo-yeon's place—now basically mine—she came running from inside to greet me.

"I'm home."

"Hehe."

I patted her head for always dropping everything to welcome me like this, and she grinned like a kid, belying her 27 years. Her mature look aside, her skin, hair, and voice rivaled early-20s girls.

"Have you eaten? Or since it's hot, bath first?"

Adding 'Or me first...?' would've made it a cringey newlywed skit, but Yoo Seo-yeon didn't cling. We'd shower together (one round minimum) and fuck to sleep in the same bed anyway—she never pushed beyond that unless I was lazy.

"Food first."

"Anything specific?"

"...Naengmyeon?"

July heat was kicking in past June. AC here was no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠issue—no electric bill worries—but the warehouse would suck. Sweat poured after one shipment already.

"I'll order it now. Bath after? I'll draw water."

"Yeah. Draw the water."

Her face lit up at that. Bath = sex equation made her happy. I'd slacked lately with opi visits.

"I'll rest—call me when naengmyeon arrives."

"Yes! Rest well!"

I flopped onto the bed in my room amid her cheerful reply.