Ecstasy's Rewards and Calculated Moves
"Haaang…! Haat, haak… haaaang…! Haa… hiaaang!"
Once the dam broke, Ham Soyoung held nothing back. Now in the left-wing bedroom, she straddled him, rhythmically grinding her hips atop Song Jinho.
After their fifth round, she'd collapsed, whining that she was spent.
'Oppa doesn't have to lift a finger. I'll take care of everything.'
With devoted fellatio, she'd dramatically revived his cock, and now she rode him from above, kneading her breasts while twisting her waist. Her half-lidded eyes and sultry moans as she gazed down at him were a breathtaking sight. Even after five times, the urge to cum surged again.
—Spurt, spurt, splurt splurt.
Confirming his release, Soyoung sucked out every last drop, cleaning him spotless before collapsing beside him, panting heavily. She must've hit her limit too.
"Haa… haa… If I'd eaten more beef at dinner, I could've gone two more times. What a waste."
"It's not just tonight. Let's rest now. I can't do more."
"So we'll meet again next time, right? This isn't a one-night stand."
Her girlfriend mode switched on, her words growing clipped. Feeling their bond deepen, he didn't push back.
"Who said it was a one-night stand? Was I that bad?"
"No, not at all! I didn't mean you were bad. I just worried you might see me as a one-night fling."
"What about you? I'm a mid-thirties guy. We're not exactly boyfriend-girlfriend yet… or anything."
"Even if you just wanted my body, I'd be fine. Right now, I only want yours."
She'd devoured him endlessly, but less than a day had passed since they met. Thankfully, she didn't seem the clingy type.
The room fell quiet. Glancing over, he saw her sleeping peacefully, her innocent face a stark contrast to before. He lightly touched her breast, and she nuzzled into him with a soft hum. A satisfying night.
……
How long had he slept? His groin felt warm and wet. Lifting his head, he saw Soyoung eagerly sucking his morning wood.
"Haa… I woke up and oppa's cock was standing so proudly… I couldn't help it…."
She'd given in to the sight. They went one more round, then called room service for breakfast.
*****
After dropping Soyoung home, he returned to his officetel and checked the door.
> [Why aren't you going in? What are you doing?]
"It's risky. Let's head back to the car."
> [What's wrong?]
"I'll explain in the car."
He headed back down to the parking lot and got in.
> [If there's something dangerous at the door, just tell me. I can phase you through.]
"You have no form, so it's fine for you. But I'm defenseless."
> [Why's it dangerous?]
"When I left yesterday, I wedged a toothpick in the door crack. It's on the floor now. Someone's been inside. If it was a thief after valuables, fine—but what if they had business with me? Can't stay here anymore."
Someone was still hunting for CEO Hong. If it was a killer, they'd be baffled by the missing body. Probably Park Hyungpil's lackey, but only suspicion, no proof. He'd grabbed the liquor bottles and all personal items like his phone, so no reason to return.
He'd planned to move anyway—time to hurry.
Somewhere too conspicuous wouldn't do, so he hit a drive-thru unmanned motel. Direct from parking to room—safe for a few days at least.
> [Check this out.]
Asmodeus spread her hand, and ominous smoke billowed up. Expecting something creepy, a pretty gem shard appeared instead. Something shimmered inside, colors shifting constantly—it'd captivate anyone as jewelry.
"What's this?"
A gem born when your partner's climax exceeds limits.
Fitting for the Demon of Lust.
> [When the female you fuck climaxes beyond her limit, these crystals form. A rare delicacy for demons like us. It requires perfect sexual chemistry—her talent and your stamina aligning exquisitely.]
"What're they for? Demon snacks?"
> [Close. One of our prime pleasure sources. Delicious.]
"Unfair."
> [What is?]
"I bust my ass pounding her to make it, and you gobble it up?"
> [Oh, that. It's useful for you too.]
"How?"
> [Absorbing this energy evolves your Sex Gauge. Like an upgrade in human terms. More options now visible in the gauge.]
"Like what?"
> [Try it on that female from yesterday. Her monologue will differ. Timeframe too.]
"Timeframe?"
> [Future monologues now visible? If you keep fucking her, it'll be handy.]
Unclear how useful, but if she said so, he'd test it next time with Soyoung.
"Just curious—what's your criteria for the women you send me? Pure pleasure?"
> [That's key. Why we contract with humans. I judge by her 'spark' for maximum pleasure.]
"Spark?"
> [Passion, talent, aptitude—like for art. Speaking of, you're starting an agency, right?]
"Yeah."
> [Use the females I send well. Sexual talent mirrors artistic spark—like two sides of a coin. Good in bed means talented in arts. Want stars? Make them yours, milk endless pleasure. Their talents will bloom.]
Blunt harem-building advice.
"This isn't in the contract—why tell me?"
> [Curiosity.]
Curiosity?
> [Humans I contract with are greed monsters. Lust, sure—but material, power desires even I find vulgar. You're… different. A lot.]
"How?"
> [Post-money craving fade, no desires visible. CEO ambition is faint. Wonder what keeps you going.]
Beyond his promise to Bora noona, nothing drove him. Revenge on Park Hyungpil was survival, not passion. Inheriting Hong's body came with unraveling his death—a task tied to Park, just an extension.
> [So I want to stoke your desires. Piles of cash, revered status, nightly knockout beauties melting you—can you stay calm? Curious.]
Lust-soaked to the bone. As Lust's demon, expected. Lukewarm contractor desires irked her. She'd fan the flames.
"Help if you want that."
> [Need what?]
"Place to stay now, and agency needs cash. Your money's sex-only, right? Can't start without funds."
> [Living expenses and startup capital?]
"Yeah."
Song Jinho was broke; Hong, chaebol third-gen in name only, had 'meh' personal wealth—uncertain if usable. Asmodeus's cash was pussy-spending only—pie in the sky.
> [Conquered Soyoung, so 100 million as promised. I'd give more, but contract first. Second female? Go big—I'll overflow you.]
Body-for-cash again.
"Hey, As."
> [Yeah?]
"You asked what fun I live for. Now I can live fun—thanks to you."
> [What?]
"You asked the dying me in the car."
—Really content with just good fortune in women? —Satisfied with women alone?
"I said yes, and you sent Soyoung. Best sex ever last night. More like her ahead—how could it not be fun?"
> [Glad you see it that way, but wonder if that holds when sums grow.]
No worry. Soyoung showed greasing with cash was easy. Whatever the amount, he'd burn it all.
*****
Heading to work meant facing Park Hyungpil pronto—what that bastard did over four weeks? Needed intel to counter. No insiders at the company, so he called an outsider with ties.
"The number you have dialed is unavailable. After the tone, leave a message…."
New number—ignoring? Or can't answer? Had to connect, so he sent a message only they'd get.
Less than a minute later, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"You… who the hell is this?"
Mingyu hyung's voice rasped like 15 years locked up eating only army dumplings.