The Host from Gangnam
Kim Namhu had naturally intended to do so.
He had been the top host in Korea, and that pride remained unbroken.
It was only a one-night stand, a secondary outing, yet he had no intention of disappointing the woman.
Kim Namhu’s hips began to move faster.
His glans poked and prodded only the most pleasurable spots deep inside her.
Each time his shaft emerged from her folds, it glistened with more of her slick.
Her depths felt incredible.
The vaginal walls seemed to suck at his cock, and even with the condom on, they were giving him tremendous pleasure.
If he hadn’t been a host of his caliber, even a man who didn’t usually last long would have come in seconds.
They continued with simple, rough sex.
Then, at some point, Ju Won-ji wrapped her legs tightly around Kim Namhu’s waist, preventing him from ever pulling away.
‘I have no intention of running away.’
He simply wanted to satisfy her completely.
He lifted her shirt and slid her panties down.
Her small, cute breasts were revealed.
Her nipples were already erect.
Kim Namhu kept thrusting while he cupped her breasts in his hands and sucked on them.
Although they were Korean women’s modest breasts, they were the perfect size to be grabbed and pleasured.
“Hueeueut!”
As he sucked on her hard nipples, Ju Won-ji’s moans grew louder and more intense.
Kim Namhu continued thrusting without pause until she reached orgasm.
When she arched her back hard in climax, he came as well.
After finishing, he held her close.
His sex was not yet over.
It was his first of the night, and his stamina remained strong.
Ju Won-ji did not seem satisfied with just one round.
Ju Won-ji pulled the used condom off his softening shaft.
She seemed to be checking if the condom was intact and if any semen had leaked out.
Watching her finger the cum-filled condom made Kim Namhu swell again immediately.
“Shall we do it again?”
“So soon?”
“Normally, the best taste comes when you eat before the meal ends.”
Kim Namhu put on a fresh condom.
This time he thrust deep right away.
Her body trembled with renewed excitement.
Each time his thick head slid into her deepest parts, she nearly lost her mind.
Just as he had said, her body surged to orgasm again just before the meal ended.
“Hueeueueut!”
Kim Namhu felt a strong desire to fill her insides with his semen as she reached climax.
Even though he had undergone vasectomy and no longer produced sperm, the joy of ejaculating inside a woman had not faded.
The instinct to impregnate her was the core of a man’s nature.
Kim Namhu pulled his cock out of her soaking folds just as she hit extreme orgasm.
He peeled off the condom and stroked himself with his hand.
He could not come inside her, but he could still paint her soft belly.
Although this was his second climax, it produced a considerable amount of semen.
It dripped down her belly.
A small pool formed at her navel.
Ju Won-ji inhaled the pungent smell of the semen and savored the aftershocks of her orgasm.
It was the musky scent of night-blooming jasmine that any man would find distasteful, but Ju Won-ji found it pleasant.
She wanted to keep smelling it for even longer.
Ju Won-ji had fully satisfied herself with two rounds of sex.
She pulled Kim Namhu down and gave him a deep, lingering kiss.
Then she took out a thick wad of cash from her wallet and handed it to him without hesitation.
**
Lee Sang-soo received the call from the Gangnam Main.
It was the Gangnam Main who had recently requested his help.
They had once shared a pot of rice at the same table.
“Thanks. Thanks to your help, I managed to get through today.”
The three hosts appeared to be a small number, but it came down to whether he could add one more.
Among the female clients, the picky ones had already burned through several boxes, and with fewer prepared hosts, disappointment was inevitable.
Host experience was also an important issue in the host bar.
“So, how are the sales?”
“Well, they’re average. They’re doing fine.”
“Didn’t our newbies cause any trouble?”
Lee Sang-soo’s words made the Gangnam Main burst into laughter.
“Trouble? Trouble is just trouble.”
“What kind of trouble?”
“He’s working hard. His name is Namhu, I think?”
Lee Sang-soo knew that his friend never gave overly generous praise when evaluating other hosts.
“He’s doing well.”
“How about in Gangbuk?”
“He’s already stepped into the fifth year.”
“What year is he now?”
“He’s less than one year in.”
A newcomer with less than a year under his belt handling a five-year veteran meant he possessed exceptional talent.
In the host industry, where regular customers accumulated and skills came from experience with many women, it was even more remarkable.
“Whoa, I’m drooling.”
“Hey, aren’t you trying to poach my box?”
Scouting was common in the host industry.
It was also often unpleasant.
It was not something friends did to each other.
“Ah, if you weren’t my friend, I’d have been teasing you with money.”
The two men laughed heartily.
And the Gangnam Main continued.
“Namhu is really different. I’ve seen how those flashy hosts who claim to be flying build their skills. He just seemed like he was born a host. Does he have some kind of instinct for it?”
This was unbelievable.
The host industry existed in the shadows, and the skills used within it were only learned after years of grinding.
Yet Kim Namhu was operating as though he had been in the business for years.
“I think true geniuses are just different. You should be careful. Even if I don’t scout him, there are probably a lot of people who’ll try to steal him because the rumors will spread around.”
“Yeah. I should be careful. Right now, it seems Namhu is satisfied with his Gangbuk life, so I’m not too worried. But if someone starts offering him money to recruit him, I won’t be able to stop it.”
Lee Sang-soo planned to tell Kim Namhu to choose money if that day came.
**
The owner of The Queen, Han Ki-ju, had few friends.
People without money only wanted to be near her, while those with money wanted to surpass her, making it hard to find genuine friends.
But there was one friend she occasionally saw.
It was Ju Won-ji, the daughter of an aviation tycoon.
Ju Won-ji was a peculiar woman who did not like to show off her wealth or status, which matched Han Ki-ju perfectly.
Ju Won-ji was a few years older than Han Ki-ju, but they had met in the United States during their studies abroad, and the age difference had never mattered. They had become friends without issue.
“What’s the matter? You came all the way to Gangbuk.”
“I met an interesting guy recently. He said he lives in Gangbuk, so I remembered you and thought I should come visit after a long time.”
“Really?”
Han Ki-ju knew Ju Won-ji well.
Just as she was not easily shaken by any ordinary host, Ju Won-ji was the same.
Han Ki-ju recalled a certain man.
Kim Namhu.
“Who is he?”
“I went to a host bar recently. There was a peculiar host. I asked for his contact because he seemed nice, but he said he originally works in Gangbuk and is only temporarily helping in Gangnam, so we exchanged contacts but said we probably wouldn’t see each other again. I’ve never had a host reject me before.”
Since then, Ju Won-ji had carefully recounted every detail of her encounter with Kim Namhu.
It was almost an act of admiration.
She made it seem as if her one-night stand with him had been incredibly wonderful.
Han Ki-ju listened to Ju Won-ji’s story for a long time and then asked, just in case.
“Could it be that the host’s name is Kim Namhu?”
“Huh? How did you know that?”
A smile formed at the corner of Han Ki-ju’s mouth.
**
The rich played among themselves.
Slow rumors about the host Kim Namhu were spreading among the rich women.
“Have you heard? An interesting host joined The Queen.”
“What’s so interesting? Hosts are all the same, right?”
“He’s a Gangbuk host, but he’s wearing a custom suit from a Gangnam tailor shop. Not the kind of place that accepts just anyone from an ordinary wealthy family.”
“He must be making good money. An Ace-level host would be able to afford that much.”
“No, but he’s only been in the business for less than a year?”
A host with such short experience shouldn’t have that kind of money.
“Could he just be some rich young master killing time by working as a host?”
“Then why does he even work as a host? If he has money, he can just go to a club and buy millions of won in alcohol and fuck as many women as he wants. He’s not a pervert. Why would he be groveling for female clients? Even if he is a pervert, it would be easier to find a shop that allows SM play anyway.”
It was impossible for a rich person to choose the job of a host.
All these conditions combined, more and more rich women began to take an interest in Kim Namhu.
Still, none of them had come to The Queen specifically to see him.
The rich women in Korea had already experienced every kind of pleasure this country offered.
It was not common for wealthy women to leave their behinds behind for just one peculiar host.
Only a very small number of people had come to The Queen to see Kim Namhu.