Renting the Host Bar and Mastering Gentle Foreplay
"Chairman, Hong Seonho." "Madam hyung still doesn't know what's happened to me. So you tell him."
"Haa~ Calling at this hour just to ask me to rent out the entire host bar? Are you out of your mind?"
"It's not just renting it. I'll cover tomorrow's entire sales."
"Do you know how much that place makes in a day? You got that kind of money?"
"I do. So don't worry about the cash and make the call. It has to be tonight."
"What the hell are you planning that you need to rent out a whole host bar? At least give me a reason."
"I have a date with Bora-nuna. What do you think people would say if they saw me and nuna together at a host bar? It's the place she picked, so I can't change it."
The mention of nuna's name made even Mingyu hyung drop the questions. He knew exactly what she meant to me.
He let out a deep sigh, said okay, and hung up. I felt bad treating him like my personal secretary all the time, but right now, I didn't have anyone reliable around. I needed to stop just chasing fuckbuddies and start building a team I could actually work with.
"Gotta cut down on work somehow. Less work means I can fuck more of the women you want, right? You complaining about that too?"
No comeback. For once, I'd shut her up. She'd never thought that far.
It wasn't long before my phone buzzed. Mingyu hyung.
"Madam hyung cleared it out. Money's no issue, but he has one condition."
"What condition?"
"When we go independent, do one job for him."
Madam hyung handing me work? Like filling in when they're short on hosts?
"It's agency business, he said. Details when you quit and meet up."
I had no idea what it was, but with nuna's thing urgent, I couldn't say no. Told him okay and hung up. He knew my situation inside out, so it wouldn't be anything ridiculous.
Now for the final prep—I called Grace. It was the perfect timing for her exquisitely sensitive body.
"Sir... haaht. Why are you so sweet today? You... you're trying to melt me, haang~"
In the officetel bed, I kneaded Grace's breasts as gently as possible while licking her neck. As had been right—good call pushing for the bed. With my careful movements, the mattress seemed to silently match the mood, without a single creak.
"How's this? You like it when I touch you this sweetly?"
"Mmm... I love it when you take charge rough, sir, but this gentle side's nice too. Now... suck my tits, please."
Grace had a slight masochistic streak and loved being led around by me. But today's goal wasn't domination—it was connection.
Because that's what nuna craved in sex.
Song Jinho might've possessed the body, but in bed, Hong Seongi always took the lead. The sheets were ruled by instinct, not reason. As long as it satisfied, who cared—so I didn't sweat the sex habits etched into Hong's body.
From Grace's reactions, Hong's style had been pretty rough. Except when learning from Soyoung, I'd always been the one dominating my fuckbuddies.
Problem is, I can't handle Bora-nuna like that.
So I decided to unleash Song Jinho's gentle instincts, sealed away for months. Grace, who felt everything so intensely, was the perfect practice partner. No guarantee it'd lead to full-on sex with nuna, but prepping couldn't hurt.
"Haaht, haang, haeung. Th-there, more...."
I licked her underarm while stroking her back. The touch was like smooth silk tickling my palm.
"Aheuk, aaang! Harder, suck harder~ haaaang."
I teased her nipple like melting candy with my tongue. No memory of biting nuna's, so I suckled obsessively like a baby at the breast—Grace shuddered, cranking up her moans.
"Kyaaang~ It tickles... haeng, b-but... feels, eut, eut, haeut!"
I kissed her sleek thigh and trailed down her calf. Sucking each toe meticulously, massaging around like a pro, turned her groans into pleased kitty purrs.
—slurp slurp, smack smack... smooch smooch
"Heuueut... there, haeng, weird... eut, eut, deeper, deeeeper inside~ haaaang!"
Fingering her outer lips while tonguing up her entrance made Grace's hips buck like a drawn bowstring.
Before, I'd lose it at reactions like that and devour her pussy like a demon. Now, I savored it like a kid nursing an ice cream—gently lapping, tasting the scent and flavor.
"Haang... haat! Good... so gooood, haeut. Too good... gonna die, haeuuk!"
More stimulating this way—Grace grabbed my head, body quaking. Her juices soaked my mouth; I could practically splash around with my tongue.
—smack, smack... smooch smooch, slurp slurp, schlop
How long did I go? Her room-filling moans turned to choking gasps, signaling climax near. Moments later, a piss-stream gush of fluids erupted as she dumped all that pent-up pleasure.
"Haa... haa... what now, my body's melted. Sir, you set on killing me today?"
"What can I do when you're such a late bloomer. Didn't know you were this sensitive."
"Late bloomer?"
"Wait long enough, and the pleasure zones bloom."
"Ahaha, that's sir-exclusive, you know? Even masturbating the same spots doesn't get me this hot. Now I barely feel it without you."
"Oh dear, hooked on me for life now?"
Body loosened, Grace eyed me seductively and spread her legs. Her pink looked extra pretty today.
"Then... make sure I can live without you here too?"
Tortured all night, I slept in late—Grace had already headed to work. Grabbed a simple brunch, showered, then opened the closet for today's battle gear. The outfit Bora-nuna had gifted me first.
Arrived 10 minutes early, but a secretary room staffer was already waiting.
"The chairman's expecting you."
Rode the executive elevator up to the chairman's office. Hong Seonho, flipping through papers at his desk, looked up as I entered.
"Sit."
His voice was emotionless, but no hostility.
"Coffee and cocoa. Make the cocoa extra sweet."
Cocoa?
Hong Seonho, across from me, spoke in that same flat tone.
"Didn't know if your tastes changed, so I ordered what I remembered."
"How'd you know I liked cocoa as a kid?"
"I didn't care, but Dad mentioned it a bunch. Finally, a kid in the Hong family with real taste buds, he said."
Dad apparently bragged about his outsider kid's tastes too. Hong Seonho, who'd endured that favoritism, probably hated it.
Sipping the cocoa amid those thoughts... it was unusually sweet.
"Got the resignation report. If you're starting an agency, no need to quit JH."
"Don't wanna work under watchful eyes. With Park Hyungpil as division head, and you behind him..."
First emotion: puzzled.
"Why play dumb? You put Hyungpil there."
"Misunderstanding. I didn't send Hyungpil. Honestly, don't care what you do at the company. It's not worth my attention."
Ego bruise, but true. JH Entertainment was a corner store to him.
"Then why's Hyungpil at JH? Doesn't he have his own investment firm?"
"Probably your sister-in-law sent him. Your hyung's wife."
"Sister-in-law?"
Never expected that name. Not hyung, but her putting Park Hyungpil in place?
Park Jeonghye
Sister of the Hyunseong Group chairman, older than Hyungpil by a bit—big sis. Arranged marriage, but supposedly harmonious. Her monitoring me without hyung's input?
"Why would sister-in-law...? She doesn't even know my face."
I'd skipped hyung's wedding. If he hadn't mentioned me, she might not even know I existed.
"No idea. Whatever her motive for sending Hyungpil, it's got nothing to do with me. You're not important enough for me to bother with."
Yeah, thanks for the heavy fact-check. Fuck.
Already being careful. Hyung's never been on my side.
What? A demon like As?