The Clash of Wills
Being a host didn't make his heart any easier.
If he messed up in bed, it was no big deal.
After all, they were friends having sex—some little slip-ups were only natural.
And age didn't factor in at all.
In the end, Kim Namhu's regular clients had all been women in their thirties.
They'd been well cared for and tasted delicious, but they'd never carried the fresh, tight snap of a woman in her early twenties.
Han Ki-ju had a perfectly balanced B-cup.
Kim Namhu kneaded her breasts this way and that, quickly learning exactly what her body responded to most.
She moaned the loudest and looked the most lost whenever he pinched her nipples hard.
"Is this good?"
Kim Namhu loved handling the breasts of a young, firm woman and didn't pull his hands away.
They moved naturally to the bed in that heated state.
The more they grew excited, the rougher their foreplay became.
Kim Namhu saw how thoroughly Han Ki-ju's pussy was soaked.
To put her at ease, he reached for a condom.
She laughed and said, "You don't know me? If I'm that rich, I already have everything sorted for birth control. I'd be miserable if I got pregnant for no reason."
"That's the same for me. I had my vasectomy done a long time ago."
They laughed after discovering they shared such an unexpected common ground.
After that, there was no condom.
Kim Namhu spread Han Ki-ju's legs wide.
If a woman was willing to spend money on her entire body, she wouldn't leave even a single hair down there.
Her pussy was neatly waxed and a pretty pink color, completely bare and smooth.
Kim Namhu, who had bedded countless women, had never seen anything like it.
He pushed his cock inside her.
As his shaft curved, it brushed against her pussy's sensitive spot.
A young, springy cock sliding into a fresh, tight pussy didn't require any tricks—they reached orgasm almost instantly.
Han Ki-ju's pussy clenched rhythmically, and Kim Namhu came.
But sex between a twenty-one-year-old man and woman didn't end with one climax.
Kim Namhu kept his cock buried inside her and started pleasuring her again with his hands and mouth.
Han Ki-ju gasped desperately, "Why are you... so good at this?"
She had plenty of sexual experience.
She'd never had a boyfriend and only repeated one-night stands; she knew the rough contours of male bodies.
Older men lost stamina but knew their craft.
Young men had stamina but lacked skill.
Kim Namhu was as skillful as an older man and had plenty of stamina.
Han Ki-ju was slowly falling deeper into the pleasure with Kim Namhu.
She was surrendering to this violent kind of ecstasy.
Even so, she found herself wanting even more.
She wanted something dirtier and more stimulating.
Meanwhile, Kim Namhu's cock stiffened again and rose even harder than the first time.
It was because her pussy lips had swelled with excitement.
Han Ki-ju's mind was growing hazy.
Every time the head of his cock stabbed deep into her depths, it was hard to stay in control.
Sex this good must be why married men changed their breakfast habits.
Kim Namhu came inside her a second time.
After pulling his cock out of her hole, his semen gushed out and leaked onto the sheets.
The sight was filthy.
Kim Namhu stared at her hole while gripping his own cock.
"Is this what you wanted to see?"
Han Ki-ju spread her legs wide and used both hands to part her pussy.
She wiggled her hips and showed him the inside.
Watching him get hard again at the sight of her was pleasurable.
The two friends' sex stretched on for a long time.
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At the motel they fucked like animals, ordered delivery food, stuffed themselves until they were full, then rested.
Then Kim Namhu had to get ready for work and got up first.
"I'm heading to work."
"Yeah? Well, sleep well."
Han Ki-ju was clearly no easy woman.
She hadn't fallen head over heels for the man after one amazing fuck.
She was acting exactly like a friend who shared sex.
Kim Namhu sensed that it might take a long time for their hearts to truly sync.
The harvest wasn't zero, either.
"See you again in the morning. You're the only woman who fucks this well. If you want to have sex from now on, I'm not taking you to a club—I'm calling you over."
"With my own money?"
"Then I'll give you a friend's discount on the tip?"
Kim Namhu couldn't help laughing.
He enjoyed fucking Han Ki-ju, but he didn't want money to creep into it.
The moment money entered the picture, the friendship they were slowly building would definitely crumble.
"No. Money's not needed. After sex, buy me something delicious. And I'll only fuck when I'm in good shape. You know my cock's always busy."
"I'm amazing. Really."
They parted on the best of terms.
Since entering The Queen, Kim Namhu had noticed something different in the atmosphere.
When he first walked in, nobody had paid him any attention.
New hosts often quit before they could get going.
Later, as he made regulars and sales climbed, jealousy and admiration had appeared.
Now, strangely, everyone was acting awkward around him.
"Hello."
Kim Namhu opened the door to the host waiting room and stepped inside.
The hosts exchanged glances and deliberately avoided meeting his eyes.
Kim Namhu greeted Cha Ji-hoon, the one he was closest to.
"Ji-hoon-hyung. Is something wrong?"
"Hmph."
Cha Ji-hoon gave an awkward cough.
Kim Namhu had spoken to him, so he couldn't completely ignore it.
"Let's have a coffee."
They stepped outside and each bought a coffee from the convenience store.
Cha Ji-hoon acted like a dog that had to pee the entire time, then finally spoke up.
"Namhu-ya."
"Yeah?"
"Are you friends with the boss?"
"Huh?"
Kim Namhu could already guess what was happening at The Queen.
Han Ki-ju had drank alone with him at the company dinner, then come to the host bar and requested him by name.
It was natural for word to spread that the owner was starting to favor one host.
*'Who's the queen's man now?'*
Kim Namhu had no intention of becoming a woman's man.
No matter how young and rich the owner was.
He wanted to be a host who freely moved between many women rather than one monopolized by a single person.
That's why he'd decided to be friends with Han Ki-ju.
But to the other hosts, it probably looked very different.
"Just good at talking, so we became friends."
Their bodies synced—pussy and cock—but he hadn't said that part out loud.
"Friends?"
"Yeah. Friends. Same age. That's all there is to it."
"Hmm. Hmm. Really?"
Cha Ji-hoon looked unsure how to react to his junior claiming to be the owner's friend.
So Kim Namhu gently clarified.
"Just friends. You don't have to worry about the owner anyway, right? There won't be many appearances at the bar. And I won't be asking her for any personal favors. Just go about your business as usual."
"Yeah? Is that it?"
Cha Ji-hoon finished his coffee and headed back inside the bar.
Kim Namhu took his time sipping, enjoying the calm.
If it was the talkative Cha Ji-hoon, he'd stir up gossip inside on his own.
*'There are still some hosts who dislike me, but I'm not the problem.'*
The ones who disliked him weren't him; they were the others.
Kim Namhu had simply shown up faithfully every day as he always did.
When Kim Namhu returned to the bar later, Lee Sang-soo called him aside.
"Namhu-ya. A moment."
"Yeah."
"You and the owner are friends, right?"
"Yeah. We became friends."
"..."
Lee Sang-soo, an old-timer host himself, looked genuinely surprised.
He scratched his head and said, "Well, friends are private matters, so I won't interfere. But make sure nothing happens that brings trouble to the bar if you hang out with her. Got it?"
Lee Sang-soo seemed ready to wrap up the matter there.
It was strange for the main to be treating it like that.
"Yeah."
Lee Sang-soo gave him a trusting look.
Then he asked oddly, "If you're friends, can't you get closer? Same age, great looks and body, and she's loaded. Doesn't that tempt you?"
It was the kind of thought a normal host could have.
A young, pretty, rich girlfriend was every host's dream.
Kim Namhu smiled and replied, "So what if I get a girlfriend? I already know her family's something special. I have zero chance of becoming her husband. At best I'd be the rich girl's boyfriend. Living as a successful host is better."
Lee Sang-soo nodded in admiration.
Everyone could think it, but carrying it out was difficult.
It was a young newcomer who was doing it.
"Yeah. That makes sense too. I'll talk to you later in the waiting room. For now, just keep doing what you're doing."
"Yeah."
The two men exchanged smiles, and their gazes held trust.
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Intimate Connection