A Desirable World
After lying down on the sofa in Seolhwa's house, I shifted my gaze to my phone as I watched her quietly begin her breast service. My streetwalker company had blended seamlessly into society. People no longer viewed streetwalkers negatively; instead, they were starting to see it as a high-earning profession. Of course, that applied only to my company's girls—prostitution was still illegal in our country for independents or salons, and the perception remained poor.
Thanks to my company's streetwalkers, one social trend had shifted overnight: any guy worth his salt would buy one for at least one fuck. Those with money were encouraged to book high-end ones to hone their sex skills or practice staying cool during sex with women. Women couldn't feel it in their pussies anyway, so they preferred anal over risky pussy sex with pregnancy potential. But men favored pussy over anal. A guy with a girlfriend who hadn't tried pussy sex would get pitying looks from young folks as a virgin.
Streetwalkers offered creampie for just 50,000 won—what kind of loser couldn't afford that? Apparently, this had led to a spike in breakups, with surveys showing many couples splitting after guys fucked streetwalkers. Some girls even quit after hitting it off with a client and got married. Men's trends had shifted accordingly, and so had women's.
Girls who slaved through school, crammed for exams, landed big corp jobs, and got ground down for less money than lounging on their phones and renting out their pussies—this hit women hard. Pretty ones earned more easily. Women preferred anal, so that skill mattered more than pussy. As long as they could pocket millions even if their pussy got worn out, plenty were fine with it. Plus, if they got pregnant mid-trick, the state handled adoption or raising the kid. Risk-free pleasure, pure returns.
The straight-A grinders became corporate slaves, while carefree sluts who kept themselves hot raked in eight-figure salaries legally by just offering their pussies. Girls who never bothered with looks started primping; cute but talentless ones boldly joined my company for those fat paychecks. Of course, once wrinkles hit and prime faded, value dropped. Earn while you can—it's that kind of job.
But demand for legal prostitution from men wasn't slowing; it was booming. Bright future, tons of applicants. Not all news was rosy, though.
My company had limited spots. We only hired the pretty ones with great bodies—not just that, supply couldn't meet demand. Rejects had few options. Girls banking on my company for streetwalker gigs turned to illegal tricks at streetwalker prices with hooker looks—clients would bite. The problem? Eyes weren't kind to those aping my legit business illegally. Global scorn too.
Caught girls went to the human ranch or, if hot and skilled, got special hires. Women's community sites even had posts plotting to risk it for a bust-&-hire gamble.
Men's trend: rack up sex experience via prostitution. Women's: score massive legal pay through it. Sex toys became niche for pervs or broke folks; porn too.
Male-dominated forums had posts like these.
Stuff like begging mom—who'd shunned prostitution—for first sex, or raping sister then paying for forgiveness. Who needs porn? Grab any street girl and ask for a trick—80% say yes. Illegal and pricey for civilians, sure.
"A desirable world indeed."
"It feels like the world Master Min-jun desired has come true. I'm truly glad."
Seolhwa said flatly while titfucking my bare chest. Her emotionless rubbing of my cock with her breasts, sucking the glans with wet pops—visual pleasure overload.
"Yeah. Best part: women worth having hold back. I hate used-up worn pussies anyway."
Naturally pretty girls who maintained well ignored the trend. Poor ones got free passes to my company for millions, but most didn't. They saved themselves for dream guys or my favor.
How'd I know? "I created the group chat for top-tier beauties with wealth and looks."
Seolhwa gathered them. That's why I loved this vibe: prime girls intact for me, junk food sluts as cumdumps via prostitution. Not 90% of young women whoring, but 10%? Sure.
"That trend intensified after you founded the university, Master."
As Seolhwa said, my prostitution uni amped it. YouTube tutorials on hooker mindset, networking, skill drills everywhere.
My uni linked with orgs/companies. Public Sex Processing grads got gov gigs with pay. Sex Service grads placed as company hospitality. Plus personal sex slave rentals, national expedition girls—tons of paths.
Women entering prostitution surged, profits dipped. Free practice on Public Sex Processing interns? Why pay? Plus prices crashed from oversupply. More hookers, but growth slowed.
"Doesn't matter to me anyway."
I had plenty to fuck.
"Indeed. No need to worry, Master. Just act for pleasure."
Splat—fifth load. Seolhwa's face dripped sticky cum, hair clumped. Fresh hot spurts hit again.
*Ding ding ding.* Door lock beeped; door opened. Casual-clad Eun-ae appeared.
"That's enough, Seolhwa. Time to fuck Eun-ae after so long."
"Understood."
Seolhwa pulled away, cum trailing to the bathroom. Eun-ae grabbed my just-spent cock, no break, starting a handjob.
"Yup yup. Feel good? Heehee.."
Playful sounds as she stroked—Eun-ae beamed; my cock twitched eagerly. It pulsed hard, spewing thick white.
"Whoa.. came right away?" Cum draped her casual clothes, sluttier now.
"Heehee.."
Giggling, she scooped cum from her outfit, sucked it off her finger. Like Seolhwa, she propped my ass on her thigh, wrapped her tits around my cock.
She started without asking—wanted to try, I guessed. No rush to fuck; taken girl's titjob was fine.
Not huge but decent tits tried enveloping me. Too big for full wrap, but soft flesh soothed. Sensing twitches, she didn't falter—kissed my cock boldly, not her boyfriend's.
"Mwah.."
Short kiss, then candy-lick tongue. Different thrill from Seolhwa's pro style.
"Slurp... hehe, feel good, Min-jun oppa?"
"Hoo.. Thought you were some innocent virgin, but damn, you're good."
"Eyy~. Too late for virgin, right? Got gangraped all night by you.."
"Doesn't count if it's me."
"Ah..! True..?! Yeah, never let bro use my pussy either.."
Muttering agreement, she sucked again.
"Your bro doing okay?"
"Mwah.. yeah.. Lately no cheating with you, oppa, so.. dunno..?"
"Aren't you dating?"
"Uh.. d-dating doesn't mean constant contact.."
"Fair. So you only message when sending me-fuck pics?"
"Pretty much? He messages first sometimes, but it's nagging. Hurry, show cheating pics.. haa.."
Her real bro constantly hounded for cheating shots/videos—Eun-ae was over it.
"..Gonna cum once more.. hoo.. Send him this too, then."
"Mm.. gulp.. gulp.. Yes. Sounds good."
One load down her throat, I called bathroom Seolhwa. Dressed now? No, naked. She filmed—er, showed?—Eun-ae's service per my order.
Video call beaming it live to her bro.