The New Host is Too Good
She was a woman with long hair and a short skirt, beautifully formed in appearance.
She was alone, slightly tipsy from the alcohol.
And only through an ability developed after years of carefully observing women could one glimpse something about her.
The woman looked as if she was lonely somewhere in her heart, tired, and as if there was nowhere in this world she truly belonged.
The clothes she wore were all luxury brands.
Just from her appearance, it seemed she had spent considerable money on maintenance.
Most ordinary men would have taken her for someone in her twenties, but Kim Namhu’s eyes could never be deceived.
She was in her thirties.
“She’s exactly the kind of woman suited for a host session.”
A lonely, wealthy woman was the dream and hope of every host.
If even one such woman became a regular, it would be possible to receive tips that didn’t fall short of a fortune.
Kim Namhu began following her slowly.
He didn’t need to look at any other woman.
She appeared to be touching her phone and trying to make calls from various places, yet she didn’t seem to have anyone she wanted to contact.
After walking around the nightlife district for a while, she looked like she was in pain from her legs and searched for a seat.
As a woman with money, she had no intention of sitting on any ordinary street corner.
She saw a coffee shop crowded with couples and gave up.
She needed somewhere quieter and more private.
The place she found was a small bar tucked into a corner.
Kim Namhu followed her inside.
She sat in a corner seat as if she didn’t feel like chatting with the bartender either.
She ordered a glass of wine and spent the time drinking little by little, neither drinking nor leaving much.
Kim Namhu found a seat where he could see her side profile and sat down.
“The perfect seat isn’t too obvious.”
Seducing a woman on the street was almost like befriending a wild animal.
If you didn’t give enough attention, she would flee; too much, and she would still flee.
It was a shitty job, but there was no choice.
Men who took on such a task had to endure suffering just for the sake of it.
And since this woman was quite attractive and drinking alone, another man approached her.
It was a well-dressed office worker wearing expensive-looking clothes and a watch.
He went up to her and said a few words.
But she rejected him coolly, as if she had experienced far too much of this kind of thing.
Showing him the ring on her left hand’s ring finger was enough.
The man turned away in embarrassment, having no courage to push himself on a married woman.
Kim Namhu didn’t take this ordinary approach.
He chose something subtler and gentler.
He kept glancing at her from the side.
After a few glances, the woman who had been looking around would naturally meet his eyes.
Then he would casually move his head as if by accident to greet her.
After that, the most important thing was not to turn away first.
Women of some beauty were accustomed to unconditional favor from men.
So she wasn’t used to this kind of reaction.
“If I see her again, the probability of success is extremely high if she is also looking at me.”
This time, it was confirmed that the woman had noticed Kim Namhu first.
She didn’t avoid his gaze.
After that, Kim Namhu observed her actions.
She was proud and didn’t make the first move, but there were countless physical signals that she was interested in him.
She was already moving her feet.
It was something written in the book on FBI observation techniques.
When the feet moved, the stimulus reached the genitals, so unconsciously she moved them in front of someone she was interested in.
Next was stroking the neck.
The neck was a major erogenous zone, and exposing it to a man was a strong signal of affection.
Meeting eyes with a man and doing such a thing was especially a strong signal.
Other signals included touching her hair to expose her armpit, bending her posture to accentuate her feminine lines, and so on.
At this moment, the woman was sending physical signals to Kim Namhu at nearly 90 percent.
Even though she was sending signals, Kim Namhu didn’t stand up immediately.
She was the kind of woman who didn’t realize she was sending signals herself and kept distance like an animal.
“No change until the final moment. Throw change after change until the decisive moment, then straight.”
That was the secret of how Kim Namhu seduced women on the street.
Kim Namhu waited until she was desperate.
While watching her body’s reaction, ten seconds before she felt humiliated and tried to get up, he stood up from his seat.
A small smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
And Kim Namhu didn’t throw the straight again this time.
He didn’t ask ordinary questions like “Can I ask what wine you’re drinking?” or “What’s your phone number?”
“May I ask what kind of wine you’re drinking?”
While saying that, she quickly observed Kim Namhu.
If she was looking for a male who would protect her, she had found a reliable male who was young and healthy.
Kim Namhu was naturally radiating the atmosphere women desired.
It was an ability he had gained while surrounding himself with countless women.
Just as clothes would slowly get wet in the drizzle, the male’s charm seeped into his body.
She seemed quite wealthy.
Kim Namhu wasn’t wearing any accessories, but she could tell his suit was a high-end custom one.
And she felt curiosity toward him.
“She doesn’t usually treat young men, but he has an oddly mature aura. He’s wearing such expensive clothes, yet he’s not even wearing a watch. What an interesting man.”
Before the woman could answer, Kim Namhu sat in front of her.
He already had full confidence.
This woman was feeling interest and amusement toward him.
There was no man like him for a woman who was lonely and bored.
After that, the conversation flowed smoothly.
It began with talk about the wine.
They continued drinking.
Then the woman started telling him about her personal life.
She had been born into a rich family and met a suitable doctor husband.
The doctor husband had thinning hair and a protruding belly, so no masculine charm was felt.
Naturally, it became sexless, and there was talk that her husband was having an affair with one of his nurses.
After that, they talked about their respective loves.
The woman felt it strange that Kim Namhu was so attractive yet had no girlfriend.
“Aren’t you not interested in women?”
“No. I’m completely interested.”
At some point, they weren’t facing each other; they were sitting side by side talking.
Kim Namhu casually took the woman’s hand as if nothing was wrong and placed it on his wrist.
The woman felt that his pulse was beating extremely fast.
“Have you drunk too much?”
Kim Namhu was a host.
Of course he was good at flattery, and his liver was strong.
“I don’t get this heart rate from drinking like this.”
Kim Namhu said it while looking around, but the meaning was clearly conveyed.
“What about you?”
Kim Namhu took the woman’s wrist.
Her heart was also beating fast.
But she still didn’t feel confident about her own emotions.
“If your husband is having an affair, I’ll help you get revenge.”
“No matter what… that’s…”
“There’s a sure way to know whether you want to do it or not.”
“What is it?”
“Just try kissing. If you kiss, you’ll definitely know what you want right now. How about it? It’s not sex or anything.”
Once the word “sex” was mentioned, kissing felt extremely minor.
Kim Namhu finally threw the straight.
He gently hugged her and gave her a light kiss.
It was a light kiss where his tongue brushed lightly against the inside of her mouth.
And just as Kim Namhu had said, the moment she kissed, she immediately understood.
Her body wanted the man in front of her.
Her husband was cheating.
She hadn’t had sex for a long time.
She had been drinking.
Kim Namhu was attractive.
Kim Namhu was persistently stimulating her desire.
Without realizing it, she threw herself at Kim Namhu’s lips.
She roughly put her tongue into his mouth.
It was as if her lips were being devoured.
At the same time, her hand slid under the table.
She touched his thigh and explored between the thighs.
Seeing that his thing was already hard, she was delighted and became even more excited.
Kim Namhu whispered to her.
“Not here.”
They were pressed completely against each other’s bodies and quickly left the bar.
She was so aroused that she didn’t even take out her wallet for cash to pay; she just paid and left.
They entered the nearest motel.
After checking out of the motel, inside the elevator they continued kissing and slipped her hand inside Kim Namhu’s pants.
“As expected, married women are rougher.”
Even unmarried women stayed quiet when aroused, but married women often turned completely into beasts once aroused.
Her hand stroked Kim Namhu’s penis relentlessly, enjoying its firmness and heat.