Gangnam
Kim Namhu’s words still lingered in the air.
“And we smoothed things over at the table just enough to keep the mood from turning sour. I didn’t help with the part where the client’s woman dragged her out for a private after-hours session. Is there any problem with that?”
The ace host turned his gaze to Jo Su-hwan.
Even if the man was a master of fox-like charm, once Kim Namhu laid out the facts like this, escape was impossible.
Cha Ji-hoon and Shin Yong-geom noticed the brief flicker of Jo Su-hwan’s expression and quickly made their decision.
“Our host made a mistake. I’m sorry.”
“No need. I don’t intend to make this bigger than it already is. Let it go like this.”
Nothing would come of publicly humiliating Jo Su-hwan—especially not when money was involved.
Jo Su-hwan’s pride was already shattered; his face burned crimson.
The other hosts in the waiting room exchanged knowing glances and shook their heads at him.
That single gesture was enough.
“Then I’ll step outside for a breath of fresh air.”
Kim Namhu chose to leave the awkward atmosphere of the host waiting room.
Cha Ji-hoon and Shin Yong-geom followed without a word.
As the three stepped outside, the voices of the senior hosts already teasing Jo Su-hwan drifted faintly from inside the room.
They found a nearby café and each ordered a coffee.
Cha Ji-hoon chuckled and paid for all three, insisting he’d calculated the exact amount.
“Ahhh, I feel so much better now.”
Shin Yong-geom nodded, cheeks flushed with relief.
The three men, having spent the short day in an unfamiliar place, found their camaraderie sharper than usual.
“You’re still the best, Namhu. Even among the rookies, you’re the ace. Those Gangnam pretty boys can scheme all they want, but they can’t touch you.”
Joy filled Cha Ji-hoon’s face. The man who had once mocked him had now been turned into the one being mocked, and Kim Namhu had delivered the perfect lesson.
A second gift had come from this dedicated host as well.
As they sipped their coffees, a woman approached Kim Namhu.
“Are you working here too?”
Kim Namhu turned. It was the friend of the woman Jo Su-hwan had been eyeing, the client who had stepped in.
She was fair-skinned, petite, lightly made-up, and carried the polished air of a banker.
“Ah, I see.”
“On break?”
“Just for a moment. What about you?”
“I came straight from work today—only drinking, nothing else. I got home early. I was craving something sweet, so I had dessert by myself.”
As the woman approached, Cha Ji-hoon and Shin Yong-geom rose smoothly.
“Namhu-ya, we’ll head back first.”
“Yeah, we’ve got work to do.”
Kim Namhu caught their thoughtfulness and smiled.
“Then you must be bored eating alone. Why don’t I join you? Just one coffee.”
“Alright.”
Kim Namhu stood, coffee in hand, and walked over.
The woman wasted no time.
“I was really grateful for what you did today.”
“What for?”
“The table atmosphere was about to turn bad, but you handled it perfectly.”
“That’s just my job.”
She lowered her head with a soft smile.
“I wanted to drink happily after my company had a bad day. But some weird guy kept pestering me. Usually, sleeping with that kind of man ends in a bad mood.”
“True.”
Kim Namhu had always done his best to satisfy clients during secondary outings, then stayed in steady contact afterward to keep them as regulars.
Jo Su-hwan would never have bothered.
“So I wanted to thank you properly. It’s strange, running into you like this. Maybe there really is such a thing as fate.”
Kim Namhu smiled and nodded.
He had been working in the north; returning to Gangnam would take time.
Building a connection with a woman who frequented the Gangnam host bars would be difficult.
“Would you mind if I take your contact information?”
The woman asked immediately, clearly pleased.
Kim Namhu paused, then answered honestly.
“I should have mentioned it when I introduced myself—I work in the north. I’m only here temporarily to help. If you’re looking for a host to play with, my contact might not be very useful.”
Her smile only deepened.
“You really are different, Namhu.”
“Different?”
“I usually just assumed all hosts were the pushy type.”
“Well, there are those kinds, but I take pride in my work as a host. I put my clients’ satisfaction first. If I can’t do that, it’s better to be honest about it from the start.”
She finished her cake and fell into quiet thought.
Kim Namhu sat across from her, sipping coffee in silence.
When she was done, she asked, “So once today is over, we probably won’t see each other again?”
“Probably.”
“Then how about we go for a secondary?”
It wasn’t prejudice to assume a woman who had traveled abroad would behave wildly once away from home.
If she had only seen him once, she likely wouldn’t feel much guilt about one night.
“Will you regret it later?”
“Since we’ll never see each other again after today anyway, why not enjoy everything we can?”
Jo Su-hwan had kept pressing, only to fail. Kim Namhu had refused outright—only to succeed.
‘That’s why being a host is so fun.’
Her name was Ju Won-ji.
She wasn’t flashy, but she was the daughter of an aviation tycoon.
She simply lived like an ordinary company worker, without flaunting her status.
She still felt stress, of course.
The easiest way to release it was simple.
Go to a host bar, enjoy the conversation and drinks with the hosts, and let money carry the evening.
No need for the hassle of a club full of groping men.
Hosts were perfect companions—order a few bottles of Japanese whiskey, and they would do everything to raise the mood.
Some hosts tried to become regulars, but she felt no curiosity.
They all looked the same; none stood out.
Then, for the first time in a while, she met someone truly interesting.
Kim Namhu.
A host who genuinely cared about his clients and spoke honestly.
This was new to her.
And with him, she only had one night.
Naturally, her body grew warmer.
Ju Won-ji was the first to propose a secondary.
Luckily, Kim Namhu didn’t refuse.
He immediately texted Cha Ji-hoon that he was taking the client for a secondary.
Secondary outings were important income for hosts; even if he was only a helper, he was allowed to go for a couple hours.
They headed straight to the nearest motel.
Ju Won-ji naturally handed over her card and followed him into the room.
Unlike her proper appearance, she charged forward with bold energy.
‘She prefers wild over romantic?’
Kim Namhu read her taste instantly and responded without hesitation.
He grabbed her hips, lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her skirt rode up, revealing her stockinged thighs.
Kim Namhu was surprised by how firm her backside was.
He carried her to the bed.
Her eyes blazed.
She needed no time to shower.
He laid her down and pushed her skirt higher until her lower body was fully exposed in stockings.
“If you want stockings, just say so. I’ll buy them from the convenience store.”
While saying this, he hooked his fingers in the crotch of her stockings and tore.
A soft rip.
The fabric split, revealing white panties.
Kim Namhu stood proudly in front of her, slowly pulling down his own pants and underwear.
He could feel her eyes fixed on his groin.
He freed his proud cock and rolled on a condom.
Then he shifted aside her panties and thrust deep.
She showed no resistance, no protest, nothing.
Kim Namhu entered her slowly; her entrance was still too tight, her walls barely relaxed.
It felt as if he would never pull out.
Ju Won-ji’s backside was firm, but her inner flesh was just as tight and quivering.
She closed her eyes and felt every inch of him sliding inside her.
This man wasn’t just fun—he was excellent down to his very core.
One night with him felt like a waste.
Kim Namhu began to move his hips.
He kept his tip deep inside her and only shifted the last few centimeters.
Her face flushed, and soft moans escaped her lips.
Her walls grew wetter, softer.
Ju Won-ji was losing her grip on reason.
Pleasure surged from her lower body.
She spoke to him between gasps.
“You know you can’t leave until I’m satisfied, right?”