Chapter 4
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: OnlyFans Makes That Much Money?
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Water dripped from the sofa onto the floor in steady plops.
“Hic... ...kh-hic.”
The fountain show was over, but her hips kept twitching uncontrollably.
It wasn't just that she'd cum on my dick in seconds flat and squirted everywhere.
Her humiliated face and quivering ass were turning me on.
Blood rushed straight to my cock.
I wanted to dive right between those spread legs—
“Hngh... hngh... hey.”
“...Huh? Yeah.”
“What're you filming? Turn it off?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
Only then did I glance at the phone in my hand.
I hit the stop recording button.
Part of me wanted to check if I'd caught the fountain show properly, but—
“Kh-hngh.”
Kim Sujin struggled to sit up and snatched the phone from my hand in a panic.
She fiddled with it and said,
“Towel.”
“Huh?”
“Get a towel.”
“Okay.”
“Put some clothes on.”
“Okay.”
I pulled on my underwear and pants from the living room floor and headed to my room.
I grabbed a few towels from the bathroom inside, about to head back to the living room...
But I turned on my PC from sleep mode.
Perfect.
Since Kim Sujin had connected to the WiFi last time she was over, it latched on automatically.
I ran the prepped hacking script.
Click.
Right now, her phone was probably showing an OS update screen.
Whether she hit 'later' or 'update now,' I'd gain full access to that phone.
[Copying has begun.]
The phone's current data was copying over to me, and any future changes would update too.
“Kim Minwoo! What're you doing!”
“Huh?! Oh, coming.”
I grabbed the towels and headed back to the living room.
She snatched them from my hand and said,
“Go to your room.”
“...Huh?”
“Go... to... your... room.”
She looked annoyed at having to repeat herself.
“...Okay.”
Yeah. Her top was soaked too, and she needed to wipe down below.
Plus, she was embarrassed to make me clean up her pussy juice puddle.
While Kim Sujin handled cleanup, I checked the copied phone data from my room.
Since it was just a copy, browsing KakaoTalk here wouldn't sync back to her phone.
I could dig through her chats freely.
First, just to be safe, I checked her gallery again.
Yep. Definitely clean.
Just selfies and a few restaurant food pics.
And the video we just shot.
I'll check this later.
I could delete it anyway, so I copied it over first.
Next, I pulled up the group chat with Choi Yujeong and Lee Ayoung.
Starting with today's latest messages.
Ah fuck, still hurts like hell.
Ice it.
My pussy feels like it ate mala tang.
LOL Sujin's on her way?
Where's she going?
To fuck Kim Minwoo.
Huh? She said no. I told her not to if she didn't want to.
She said she's going to put Kim Minwoo back in his place after so long.
Crazy LOLOL Sujin films a vid and teases Kim Minu with it? That'd be hilarious.
Hey, you still got that vid from the other day?
What? Kim Minwoo cumming?
Yeah. Post it in the chat. Bored at work with no customers.
Deleted it.
You bitch.
Fuck, Sujin made me film it, but I don't wanna keep that shit on my phone.
Bitches.
Anyway, from the convo, it looked like all the videos were deleted, so I relaxed a bit.
Still, better lure these two over again and scan their phones too, just in case.
They'd both connected to my WiFi before, so it'd be easy.
“Hey!”
Kim Sujin's voice came from outside.
My spine snapped straight like an invertebrate reflex.
“Huh?”
“Come out.”
When I stepped out, the living room sofa and floor were spotless.
Kim Sujin was fully dressed.
Her blue shirt top was soaked with pussy juice.
She fiddled with the shirt unnecessarily and said,
“Got a shirt I can borrow?”
“Huh? ...Yeah.”
“Bring it.”
I brought her a few shirts.
Gasp.
By the time I got back to the living room, she'd stripped off her wet shirt and stood there in just her bra.
Insane.
Slim waist, straight-line navel.
Unbelievable full tits and slender arms.
Was this a comic book body or what?
She frowned at the shirts in my hand.
“Figures an engineering major would own these.”
She snatched a plaid button-up and buttoned it while saying,
“Wash this for me.”
She nodded at the blue shirt.
“...Okay.”
“I'm out.”
“Huh? ...Yeah.”
I saw Kim Sujin off at the door.
As she slipped on her shoes, she asked,
“Hey. How much is this place?”
“Huh? Here? For what...?”
“Rent. Monthly or jeonse?”
“...Oh. Uh, a friend of a friend hooked me up.”
“Ooh, nice? Just the fourth floor that's big, right? Lower floors are all subdivided.”
“Yeah.”
The lower floors were chopped into one-rooms and two-rooms for rent, while my place had a big living room, kitchen, three bedrooms, two bathrooms—like a full apartment.
The entire fourth floor was mine.
“You know the rent on the lower floors?”
“Hmm. Like 3000 for 50-60 pyeong? Two-rooms cost more.”
“Damn, that's steep.”
“...Full options.”
“Hey. Any empty rooms? Can you hook me up cheap through you?”
“...Uh, maybe.”
“Who's the friend? Family?”
“Yeah...”
“Ask 'em. Yeah? Got it?”
“...Sure.”
Am I crazy? Live in the same building as you?
If she found out I own the building...
Ugh. Horrifying.
“Heading out?”
“...Yeah.”
“Yeah?”
“...”
I stared at her, baffled.
“We just fucked, asshole. At least walk me to the street. Yeah?”
She looked at me pitifully, face screaming what a pathetic loser.
“Uh...”
I left the house with her.
We descended the stairs in silence until Kim Sujin spoke up.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Feel good?”
“...”
“I was fucking delicious, right?”
Please don't yell... Voices echo on stairs.
“...”
When I didn't answer, she stopped dead.
She glared, took a deep breath, and yelled,
“You bastard! Said it felt good while fucking me— mmph!”
I panicked and clamped my hand over her mouth.
Her muffled mouth under my hand, she squirmed and grinned with her eyes.
Crazy bitch...
Once she quieted, I slowly released her mouth.
Somehow, she ended up against the wall, me pressed right up on her.
She glanced at my lips and said,
“Say I tasted good.”
“...”
I swallowed hard.
Kim Sujin tilted her head.
“Not gonna? I'll yell again?”
“...T-tasted good. Happy?”
“Say I was fucking delicious.”
“You were... fucking delicious.”
I lost myself in her scent clinging to her cleavage, eyes glued to her glossy lips.
Kim Sujin whispered,
“How tall are you?”
“...180.”
She smirked.
“Pretty tall. Thought you were shorter than me first time.”
She pressed my chest and pushed me away.
Descending alone, she said,
“Lunch together at school tomorrow?”
“Huh? ...Yeah.”
“Don't see me off. Bye.”
Kim Sujin left me standing there dumbfounded and went down the stairs alone.
Kim Sujin stepped out onto the first floor and leaned against the parking lot wall around the corner.
“Haa. Haa. Haa.”
She brushed back her hair, exhaling the tension.
Not only had she fucked Kim Minwoo stone-cold sober, but she'd trembled and shamefully squirted like urine right in front of him.
She'd played it cool, but inside...
She wanted to die of embarrassment.
If Kim Minwoo kept that video he'd just shot...
—Kim Sujin, my dick that good? Look at her squirting pussy juice.
All the power she'd built over him could crumble in an instant.
“Haa. Fuck.”
Why'd she even do it with him?
She hadn't planned to.
Ayoung and Yujeong both said she didn't have to.
Yeah.
Seeing him laugh and chat with those lit classmates in lit theory class had pissed her off.
No way?
Jealous of that girl?
No.
Kim Minwoo wouldn't go for her type anyway.
She just hated seeing her toy malfunctioning on its own like a brat, she told herself.
Whatever.
Sujin eyed the phone in her hand.
No plans to blackmail with the video yet, but knowing she had it felt secure.
Even if it put her at a disadvantage now, if Kim Minwoo ever got a girlfriend...
First, trim and delete the end part.
Sujin checked her chats.
Ayoung had swung by Yujeong's cafe.
Front part's enough.
It was close by.
She headed to the cafe.
Her lower body throbbed faintly as she walked.
Something like a switch she'd never felt before had flipped in her gut, but,
Just tired? Or hungry.
Sujin brushed it off.
Late that night.
I jerked off three times to Kim Sujin's squirting video, then replayed it endlessly.
Shockingly, the end captured her pussy fountain clear as day, face and all.
Kim Sujin. You slutty bitch.
Broad daylight, fucking around lewdly with some guy.
Tsk tsk.
—Haaaang♡
Look at her cumming her brains out. Hot stuff, huh?
Bitch in heat.
Her panicked face losing control was priceless.
The conquest rush hit hard—knowing my dick caused it.
She's made those faces at me for six years.
I got why tormenting her felt good.
I refreshed Kim Sujin's phone data.
Updates rolled in.
Who she called, chats, pics.
Fuck.
A twinge of guilt.
Someone might call me a creepy criminal.
But this was self-defense against these vicious bitches.
Through her phone, I gleaned her current mess.
Calls auto-recorded and saved, easy to track her state.
Bottom line: Kim Sujin was in deep shit.
Back in middle and high school, rich girl.
Now? Family money dried up.
Dad fled over company funds.
She juggled two part-times unsuited to her, voice strained on family calls.
No trace of her usual cocky, toying tone.
On one hand, 'seduce her' crossed my mind, plus her asking about rent leaving my place stirred pity.
New messages hit the group chat.
Fuck my life...
Why?
What's the point of slaving at part-time gigs? Stream, flash your tits, dance—make thousands a day.
You do it then. Your tits would crush 'em.
ㅗ
LOL
They say OnlyFans makes bank even for couples posting sex tapes. Western chicks verified billions. Hits hard seeing that.
LOLOL Hey, wanna do it with Kim Minwoo's big dick? No faces?
That guy's dick is huge, won't lose to foreigners LOLOLOL
The chat paused a moment, then a new message popped up.
Bored. Wanna actually try it?
As always, the crazy ideas started with Kim Sujin.