Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: A Week Without Lee Ayoung (1)
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A week had passed since then.
While preparing for finals, I still fucked Sujin and Yujeong almost every morning and evening.
There had been days when each of them took a shooting shift for Ayoung,
and even on non-shooting days, Sujin came over as our fuck buddy, while Yujeong used studying English as an excuse to come up and mix bodies with me.
Sujin was still serious about running her OnlyFans channel.
The sex slave videos had boosted her subscribers big time, but unfortunately, she said she wouldn't do the sex slave play anymore.
Instead, she kept uploading couple-themed videos consistently, and I made sure to keep the subscriber count steady without letting the channel grow too much.
Yujeong was pretty diligent about posting videos and photos on her channel too.
Her channel had around 200 subscribers.
Way less than Sujin's, which had about 700.
"Hey. How come my channel never gets missions?"
Yujeong suddenly asked while studying English.
"They'll come."
I was just about to assign her one anyway.
She thought for a moment before speaking up.
"Should I try the slave play like Sujin?"
"Didn't you say you couldn't?"
"...If there's money in it, why not."
"Do what you want."
Yujeong lightly smacked my arm.
"Damn. Why are you so half-assed about this?"
"You said you wanted to learn English. Stop daydreaming and focus on the lesson. What's lucrative?"
I quizzed her on a word from the vocab list I'd told her to memorize.
"Ah, I know. I know. Don't say it."
"..."
Yujeong pressed two fingers to each temple, concentrating hard.
She glanced at me and snapped irritably for no reason.
"Fuck. I saw that. I memorized it, okay? I definitely did."
"So what's the answer?"
Yujeong brazenly replied.
"Hint."
"What, you gonna ask the proctor for a hint during the exam too?"
She leaned back in her chair weakly, muttering.
"You're such a cold bastard..."
"3, 2, 1."
"Pharma... ceutical?"
Yujeong just guessed some random word.
I set down the vocab book and showed her the correct answer.
"Profitable. High-yield."
"Bullshit. Who even uses a word like that?"
"You bought the book."
"Tch..."
"Not bad, though. Out of 10, you only missed 2. Good job."
"..."
Yujeong eyed me silently, gauging my reaction.
Ever since she missed that one earlier, her nipples had been poking through her cute dinosaur pajamas.
I told her.
"Gotta punish you for the two you missed, right?"
"...Be honest. This is what you were waiting for."
"No. I've been waiting for the day you get them all right."
"Your smug face is pissing me off."
My patient smile seemed to really get under her skin.
"You said you needed some compulsion too. Looks like clear punishments make you study harder. Whatever."
I stood slightly from my seat and pulled my pants and underwear down to my ankles.
My half-hard cock sprang out, heavy and imposing.
Yujeong swallowed hard and stared at it.
"This asshole's been hard since I missed the first one. Ugh."
I silently pushed my chair back to make space from the desk.
Yujeong let out a light sigh and knelt down in front of me.
She grabbed my cock and gave it a few shakes.
"Two misses today, so just twice."
"I know, jerk."
She flicked her tongue under the head.
Of course, we weren't filming.
This was just the punishment for messing up the English words she'd agreed to memorize.
Yujeong sucked on the head a couple times with wet slurps, then shook the shaft again.
"Wanna do it?"
I said, eyeing her nipples bulging under the pajamas.
"Can't I take the top off?"
"Knew it. This isn't punishment—it's just you doing what you want, huh?"
A faint smile played on Yujeong's lips.
This was punishment, but also our little pre-shoot warm-up game.
"Just a little?"
"In your dreams."
Yujeong undid her pajama buttons like she was giving in.
She unbuttoned the top but left the sleeves on, pulling it down just below her shoulders.
Her glossy, firm upper chest came into view, pink nipples perked up proudly. I swallowed involuntarily.
Yujeong glanced at me with flushed cheeks and took my cock in her mouth.
Slurp slurp
Yujeong sucking my cock like it was hers now, so casually.
I toyed lightly with her nipples using my fingers.
After a few more slurps, she rested her hands still on my thigh.
She signaled with her eyes that she was ready for the real thing, then slowly lowered her head.
"Mm. Mmph."
Yujeong twisted her head, taking my thick cock down her throat on her own.
"Gag."
A light gag, and her throat clenched tight around the head.
"Ah-"
I let out a soft groan and gently pressed her head down.
It went deeper than before.
Less than half my cock filled her mouth.
"Gag. Gag."
The punishment was holding for 5 seconds like this.
"3. 4. 5."
I released her head, and Yujeong slowly pulled back with a long slurp, lifting her head.
"Puhahhh. Hah. Heh."
Strings of saliva drooping from her throat—she wiped them away expertly with her hand.
Her nipples stood at full attention.
Yujeong panted.
"One down?"
"Yeah."
She went to take it back in but paused.
"What?"
"Feels like you'll cum this time."
"Strip and do it. We're filming anyway, right?"
"You too."
"Fine."
We stripped.
Clothes scattered across the floor.
Both naked now.
Yujeong squatted awkwardly between my legs.
"...Can I... cum here?"
"Bed?"
We moved to the bed.
I sat on the edge, Yujeong knelt between my legs, thighs pressed together.
The room's air heated up.
Yujeong silently started sucking my cock. I kneaded her tits like toys.
Slurp slurp slurp
After three or four sucks, she opened wide and lowered her head.
"Gag."
I pressed her head firmly.
"Gag. Mmph. Pwah."
Foamy spit bubbled from the corners of her lips around my shaft.
Exactly half.
Half my cock in her mouth.
"1. 2."
Her hands gripped my thighs tighter.
At the same time—squirt—fluid sprayed from between her legs.
"Mmph. Mm. Hoom."
Her pained moans muffled by my thick cock.
Yujeong's plump ass trembled repeatedly.
"3. 4. 5."
The moment I let go, she jerked her head up.
"Puhack. Hack. Hack. Hack."
Saliva drooled obscenely from her tongue to my cockhead, but she was too out of it to wipe it.
"Heh. Hack."
Yujeong stared blankly at my cock with glazed eyes, still squirting between her legs.
I wiped the saliva strings for her.
"Kkh."
Finally, with one last squirt, her orgasm ended. She looked at me with desperate eyes.
"Hah. Hah. Hah."
She was in heat, painfully obvious, but she held onto her reason, not pouncing on me.
Yujeong said.
"...Wanna film now?"
"But it's not your shooting day today. You sure?"
"Sujin's at work, Ayoung's at the office. No one's gonna catch us."
"Ayoung still hasn't sorted it out?"
"Gonna take a bit, I think? Quit yapping and set up already."
Yujeong, patience at its limit, smacked my thigh.
I got up and set up the camera, lights, and PC monitor connection.
Yujeong climbed onto the bed, positioning herself in the center, waiting.
I stood in the middle of the bed.
Kneeling Yujeong approached.
My thick cock's shadow fell over her small, cute face.
"Again?"
"Yeah. A bit more."
Yujeong grabbed and licked without complaint.
I told her.
"Since we're filming, wanna try something new?"
Yujeong eyed me suspiciously.
"What now."
"Hands behind your back."
She obediently put her hands behind her back as I said.
I held my cock to her lips.
Yujeong sighed and muttered to herself.
"Saw it in Sujin's video. Sigh. Fuck. Me doing this."
"Ahh—do it."
She silently opened wide.
I slid the head in, and her mouth gripped it just right.
I grabbed her head with both hands.
"Slowly?"
"Mm mmph."
Couldn't tell what she wanted to say.
I moved my hips slowly.
The thick shaft pistoned gently in her mouth.
"Hoom. Mm."
She lowered her upward gaze and obediently took my cock deeper.
Yujeong was sleeping soundly, clutching the bedsheets.
I'd changed them to fresh sheets and covers before she slept, so it smelled nice and looked cozy.
While she slept, I studied for finals at my desk, then naturally drifted to webtoons and shorts.
Suddenly remembering, I checked Ayoung's shopping mall site.
'Hmm...'
A week ago, the photos we'd taken went viral across various communities.
After that, Ayoung's mall—
'...'
Was ruined.
'What now.'
Of course, the first day it blew up online, the site crashed twice from traffic, and orders spiked to 10x normal.
Late that night, Ayoung, Sujin, and I went to the office and helped pack shipments with the staff until dawn.
The next day, and the day after.
Orders dropped but still held at 2-3x normal.
"Ah, if only it stays like this."
Ayoung was thrilled with the unintended viral boost.
But the very next day, things flipped hard.
Starting from one community, backlash poured in, calling it a mall commodifying women's bodies.
It snowballed out of control.
Similar communities posted in agreement.
The site suffered traffic attacks, and just when it quieted, boards got flooded with hate comments.
Closing the boards meant no buyer reviews or returns, so we deleted hate one by one.
Even terror buys followed by intentional returns.
We took down the problematic photos, Ayoung even posted an apology, but attacks continued.
A week of that.
Finally, the site went quiet.
Problem was, normal order volume went quiet too.
Only about 1/3 of usual.
Serious issue.
Ayoung's mall sold couple-look clothes, but they'd just expanded to lingerie for men and women, and men's apparel.
Tons of inventory piled in the warehouse, unsellable now.
'If we can't recover, even paying staff salaries will be tough.'
Ding.
A message from Ayoung right on cue.
[Lee Ayoung] You there?
To avoid poking the bear while she was already on edge, I replied immediately.
[Me] Home
Instant reply from her.
[Lee Ayoung] Coming up tonight. Prep for shooting.
[Me] ?
It wasn't her shooting day today.
Ding.
Reply from Ayoung.
[Lee Ayoung] I need to make money. Shooting every day from today.