Flower Money
"Where... is this?"
It's the luxury boutique floor boasting Oseong Department Store's prestige. Thanks to Bora nuna, I knew a bit about clothes, but accessories—especially necklaces—were a total mystery. Still, I couldn't let on, so I stepped into a jewelry store with a flashy interior.
"You like necklaces, right?"
"How'd you know?"
"Saw you showing them off on SNS and vlogs?"
Her face flushed with embarrassment, but her eyes were already glued to the display case. It was a setup that would drive any necklace lover insane.
A necklace caught my eye, and I asked the staff to show it. A white-gloved attendant carefully retrieved it. Truth be told, it wasn't the design that grabbed me—it was the price tag.
"Impeccable taste, as expected. This de Cartier Necklace White Gold features 133 brilliant-cut diamonds totaling 3.71 carats, a true masterpiece..."
Forty-nine million won. Even for a famous model, it wasn't pocket change. Today, I'll drape this around your neck.
"Like it?"
"Yeah. It's gorgeous. But why ask?"
"Gonna put it on you."
"Eek! You're buying it for me?"
"Can't I?"
"I-it's just... the price."
"You gave me that much value tonight. Think of it as flower money."
"Huh?"
"Flower payment."
Soyoung's expression twisted in an instant.
"Do you... think I'm a whore?"
Her shoulders trembled—she was seriously pissed. Good, that's the reaction I wanted.
"Sounds like a misunderstanding. Flower money is what you pay for bouquets or wreaths. Literally the price of flowers. The kind you're thinking of requires 'that deed' between us, but as you can see, I've never asked for it and have no plans to."
"Then why pay flower money?"
"Because you're a flower. You decorated my side all evening. I liked the flower so much, I'm paying up. What's wrong with that?"
Her face screamed what bullshit, but she wasn't as furious anymore. Bonus: her aura deepened when I said I liked her perfectly.
"No ulterior motives? For real?"
"Might sound like wordplay, but I'm not using this necklace to demand 'that.' Doesn't mean the thought doesn't cross my mind. No reaction to a sexy woman like you? That'd be the real problem."
It was true. Aura's influence or not, my feelings toward Soyoung kept shifting. From pretty to sexy, alluring, sensual—now all I could think was just fuck her. Ruin her completely.
"Don't believe me? Say the word, I'll take you home right now. Necklace and all, comfortably."
"I can just leave?"
"If you want."
Her face grew complicated. Wondering how much was sincere.
"Even you think... I'm that attractive? Like, sexually."
"Fuck yeah, you're hot as hell."
Hit her with the blunt timing. No flowery bullshit when delivering truth.
"Then... since I took the flower money, tonight... I'll be your flower."
Her aura shifted to deep red.
I drove Soyoung to the Western Korea Hotel, home to the "Presidential Suite"—the nation's finest. No reservations for regular folks, only VIPs. But I wasn't salaryman Song Jinho anymore; I was Hong Seongi, half-brother to the Oseong Group chairman.
At the concierge, I gave my name, and a waiting butler escorted us to the elevator. Three butlers staffed the top floor with the suite at all times.
"Only one floor button."
"This one's exclusive to the top-floor suites. Not just anyone rides it."
The doors opened to three butlers bowing politely. I checked for onlookers, slipped them a tip, and said,
"No need to wait. Everyone downstairs till checkout tomorrow. No one comes up."
They smiled at the generous tip and obeyed.
As the doors closed, silence deepened. Just me and Soyoung in the world.
"Strip here."
"What? You're crazy—this is the hallway!"
"No one's coming till checkout tomorrow. I booked all three suites."
Left wing, right wing, center—around the elevator hall. Center had a terrace infinity pool. Each wing: 14 million won a night. Center: 17 million. With taxes and fees, I'd burned 54 million on rooms alone today.
"Just us on this floor?"
"Yeah. That's the only elevator up, locked till morning."
The whole floor empty—spacious, luxurious, perfect. Switch between three suites for variety. Suck her pussy by the infinity pool under city lights. Hong exec dick length... well, it'll reach. Dandy uncle vibe fits.
This was my plan to fulfill Soyoung's sex fantasy.
Nice thinking. That bitch is burning up right now.
Her state was off. Timid on the ride up, but hearing the whole floor was ours? She cheered, stripping seductively. Every touch screamed strip show.
"Oppa, hurry and strip too!"
Her sparkling eyes, like studded with stars, accentuated by thick lashes. Sultry allure flowed over her perky nose to cherry lips glistening like honey-coated. How good would those lips feel on my cock?
Firm tits jiggled temptingly. Pink nipples demanded attention. Taut waist met solid hips in perfect harmony. Long legs, toned calves, cute pedicure fueling fetish urges.
Soyoung's body was pure sex—no words needed.
"Haa... Oppa, can I suck your cock here?"
"Haven't showered yet, so..."
"Hng, can't wait. I wanna suck in a big open space!"
Plaza fetish or what?
She knelt, caressing my rock-hard cock reverently. Her teasing fingers sent chills everywhere. Like Pikachu shocking me?
Flushed cheeks, hot breath, lewd moans, hazy upward gaze—Hwayoung had famed pussy, but Soyoung's whole body was legendary. No one-night stand material.
—lick lick, slurp
She lifted the shaft, sucking my balls, rolling her tongue. No fancy tricks—just melting candy-like caution that doubled my erection. I winced slightly; she took it wrong.
"S-sorry. Does it hurt?"
"No, too good. Keep going. Fuck, this is addictive."
Swear slipped out. Image ruined...
"Oppa's dirty talk is so sexy. Keep it up. Damn, I'm soaked already."
"Fuck, your mouth-pussy's driving me insane. Suck more. Good, so fucking good."
She rolled my balls forever, then licked up the underside to the urethra, poking the tip. Neck tingled electric. Why so good?
—slurp slurp, shluuuurp
Glans first, then deepthroating the whole shaft. To her throat, pull back, repeat—playing my cock like an instrument. Fellatio addict? This was art.
—schlop schlop, sluuuurp, shluuuuuurp
I held off picturing sloths as climax built, but vacuum intensity pushed limits. Mouth finish first, huh.
"Guh, Soyoung... can't... hold..."
Switched to handjob, mouth wide—cum now eyes. Perfect timing.
—spuuurt, spuuurt, splurt, splurt
Peak arousal meant massive loads. Endless eruption; she swallowed blissfully.
"Haa... haa... Oppa's cum tastes like strawberry yogurt. So yummy."
Aphrodisiac doesn't auto-activate. I decide to use it, stirring internally. Didn't want to force her excitement—off now. She was naturally horny, calling my cum delicious.
Fill her sex fantasy, no need for aphrodisiac.
"How're you this good? Blowjob school?"
"Practiced watching porn. Gotta master everything. Some vids do it over an hour. First time for real... felt good?"
"Yeah. Thought I'd lose my mind. Real talent."
"Hehe, praised."
Dead serious. Even Tenpro pros couldn't match this.