The Taste of Money
The more intense the sex, the longer the afterglow—just like the taste of money. I was savoring that lingering high, fiddling with Cha Hwayoung's nipple.
"I really hate meddling in other people's lives. The world's busy enough just enjoying your own, right?"
"So?"
"But I'm gonna have to meddle in yours a bit."
"Why my life now?"
"'Cause if something happens to you, I won't get to taste this amazing dick again. Missing out on this would be a total loss in life."
"I said no fuck buddies."
"Getting fucked today changed my mind. But being your third choice kinda hurts my pride, so how about I play backup fuck buddy for a while?"
"What's a backup fuck buddy?"
The women around me definitely loved this dick more than I did. Not that I was in any position to judge.
"So, what meddling are you planning?"
"Don't work under that bastard Park Hyungpil."
"I'm not the boss. If he tells me to do it, I have to. You can't pick and choose company work."
"Then quit. With your specs, places will be lining up to take you."
"What the hell did the executive director do to make you tell me not to work for him?"
This woman knew something about the executive director. Otherwise, she wouldn't try to stop me like this.
"You know he's been divorced twice, right?"
"Yeah, I searched it."
"That fucker hits women at the drop of a hat. Especially his second wife—she was an actress I covered once. Bruises everywhere, split lip, it was heartbreaking. She barely got divorced and now she's in the US. Too scared of Park Hyungpil to come back. You know what they say—one glimpse tells you the whole story. No need to see more from a guy who beats women."
Since Cha Hwayoung had covered it herself, the abuse was probably true. I couldn't confirm the tabloid "sadist" label, but his bad habit of laying hands on women was a sure thing.
"Sounds like he's got personality issues from what you're saying, but at the company, it's not like that, so I'll stay neutral for now. The department transfer's already set, so I can't just change it on a whim. I don't wanna get involved outside work either, so I'll play it careful. No plans to stick around long with a woman-beater."
I tightened my fingers on her nipple, and she let out a cat-like mewl. Sticking it in that national treasure pussy just once? Yeah, that didn't make sense.
After Bora nuna and now Cha Hwayoung warning me about another problem case. If it was true, best to submit my resignation before getting too deep. I started watching the executive director closely, ready to act at the first weird sign.
First impression: the guy had huge spending habits. Sure, as a chaebol third-gen, his sense of money was worlds apart from a regular person's, but his generosity went in a different direction.
"Got a car?"
"No, sir."
"Gonna be inconvenient getting around, so get one. You're new, so no foreign luxury yet—pick a domestic model you like and tell my secretary."
At first, it was a car.
"Where's your place?"
"Near Sindorim Station."
"Living with parents?"
"They both passed early. I live alone in a studio."
"Too far from the company—must suck. I've got an empty officetel; move there."
Next was housing.
"Clear your evening—we're going somewhere."
The executive director took me to a members-only room salon no regular could enter. The aura from the madam greeting us was on another level, probably 'cause they only took the elite.
"Oh, Executive Director! Long time no see. Brought an actor today? Newbie?"
"Actor my ass. New guy on my team. I'm high on him, so treat him nice, Madam."
"Hoho, entertainment company folks must hire by looks. The girls are gonna fight to sit next to him today."
The women filing into the room blew tenpro hostesses out of the water. Some looked more actress-like than Bora nuna, others more idol than Seoah. With faces like that, you wondered what they lacked to be pouring drinks here.
"Whoa, must be my lucky day. Finally sitting next to a guy like you, oppa."
The girl named Kyungah sat next to me, and it wasn't just hostess lines—she seemed genuinely into me. Sure enough, after some drinks, she clung tight, slyly groping my crotch.
"Haa, oppa, your face is exactly my type. Can't you fuck me good tonight?"
Whispering that with a lewd look—who could say no?
"Hngh... oppa, there, haang... so good. More, keep... thrusting, ahn, ahn, haaaang!"
The hotel next door connected straight to the salon via passageway. One-stop service—nice.
—Slap slap, smack, squelch squelch
"Haang...! Haat, how am I, oppa? Hngh! The old guys go crazy, saying I'm delicious. Haang!"
Delicious, yeah. She had a top-tier pussy too. If not for Cha Hwayoung, I'd be flustered by how it sucked me right in. Would've made a great fuck buddy, but alas.
After car, house, now women. What I liked about the executive director's spending was how he poured it endlessly on people he favored. Felt like he really invested in making you "his."
The Strategic Planning Office felt less like a company department and more like his personal squad. Zero interaction with other teams, no overlapping work—just doing what he ordered.
Expenses were rubber-stamped too. Anything from Planning passed no questions, no matter how high the bar tab—call it "client entertainment," done.
If you impressed him enough, you raked in serious cash beyond salary. Incentives across all sorts of categories were fat.
"Handled this one great. Exceeding expectations—keep it up. I'll promote you fast."
The predecessor was sloppy, but routing service fees and consulting to Miracle Planning slashed taxes big-time through my hands. Prepping for the accountant exam before meeting Mingyu hyung paid off unexpectedly. The boss was all smiles, and that turned into cash for me.
This is the taste of money. Not bad at all.
They say a man's desires boil down to money, power, women. So far, all I'd managed on my own was women.
Thanks to my handsome cheat code, I'd never lacked. With a luxury lineup like Bora nuna, Seoah, and Cha Hwayoung, I was overflowing.
So the "expensive" room salons he dragged me to? Novel at first, boring later. The girls went nuts when I showed up alone. If his goal was sinking me in pussy, total fail.
Status and power? Never in the cards for me. Politics, law, prosecution—you need an organization to breach those walls, and the sturdiest backer is family. Orphan like me? No matter how hard I thrashed, impossible. So just aim for high-salary corporate drone.
Bora nuna suggested acting, but camera fright killed that. Best shot at climbing thanks to my face, but not my path.
Enter the boss showing me money's taste. Likes my work? Showers cash no holds barred. Not even months in Planning, and my incentives already beat average salaries. New world beyond women.
I kept a safe distance from him, but this money high? Irresistible. Skirt the legal-illegal line just right, and he'd praise wildly while stuffing my pockets.
This taste of money... it was better than drugs.
The year turned, and Seoah's girl group debuted officially. Named Clover Day for good luck vibes. Multinational lineup: three Koreans, one Japanese, one Thai.
"Promo dragged over a month, but four weeks of music shows feels short, no?"
"You don't get it, darling. We're rookies—four weeks is standard now. Some groups do 1-2 weeks post-comeback. With YouTube and stuff, no need to cling to broadcasts."
"Gotcha. Oh, saw your MV teaser. You looked great. The Japanese member next to you—Erina? Super pretty."
"Hoo, talking other girls in front of me? Darling's balls got big, huh? Gonna fill me up five times tonight?"
Already fiddling with my dick, warming up. Shouldn't have poked the bear.
"Go easy today. But next month, moving to a way bigger place. Come over after your scheds—I'll fuck you proper in the bath then."
"Moving? What about your current officetel?"
"Company hookup. Cramped, shitty bathroom. Going big."
Scouted spots near the office—nice ones. Pre-boss days, rent would've wrecked me, but now? 4 mil a month? No sweat.
Sold the company car, got a Porsche Taycan. 150 mil 4S model—covered by a few months' incentives. Not much else to blow cash on anyway. Past newbie phase; time to invest in myself.
But Bora nuna didn't like my spending shift.