Power
Han Ki-ju took Kim Namhu with her to the nearby hotel.
“You weren’t planning to go to a bar or restaurant, were you?”
“With room service, I can have just about anything I want delivered here.”
She had a very clear goal in mind for today.
Once they were inside the hotel room, the two of them sat together on the bed.
Han Ki-ju spoke up.
“You’ve worked hard this month. I was worried you might not beat last month’s sales, but you exceeded them. So I was thinking about giving you a little extra.”
Kim Namhu’s hand was already exploring her groin.
“I’m fine with just the money,” he said, trying to keep it light.
Han Ki-ju realized it was a joke.
Kim Namhu’s cock was already rock-hard.
“Liar. It’s this hard already?”
Only three regulars had ever claimed Kim Namhu’s stamina since he started.
His drive was still overflowing.
He could fuck a young, pretty woman the moment she suggested it.
“Right now it’s fine. And when you can do it, do it a lot while you can. When more women start coming for you later, even if they want sex, you might be too tired.”
“Oh? That’s a little hurtful.”
“Of course. My cock belongs to the client first.”
At those words, Han Ki-ju unzipped his pants and slid his underwear down.
She took his shaft in her hand and licked the underside from base to tip.
Then she swallowed the head in one motion and sucked hard inside her mouth.
Thinking someone else might steal this cock only made it feel even more precious.
Kim Namhu felt his excitement rising as he received her blowjob, so he gently pushed her down onto the bed, hiked up her skirt, and peeled away her panties.
He flicked his tongue across the already-wet slit.
“Huuuuh!”
A moan escaped Han Ki-ju.
Kim Namhu spread her labia wide with both hands and thrust his tongue deep inside her.
When he swirled it around, more juices gushed out, as if the faucet had been turned on.
He could even see her clit standing erect.
He lifted his tongue and gently rubbed the clit with the underside.
“Haaaah!”
Her moans grew louder.
Her whole body tensed.
Soon she was ready to take his cock.
Kim Namhu lined it up and pushed the head against her entrance.
He rocked it back and forth against her lips.
Her pussy clamped down tight, refusing to let him go.
“A little deeper…”
When she asked, he stopped teasing her lips and sank his cock all the way in.
“Huuuuh!”
She was already so wet and worked over that the first deep thrust brought her to a weak orgasm.
She panted hard.
Kim Namhu had no intention of stopping there.
He started thrusting again, piston-style.
Han Ki-ju did the same.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and every time he thrust forward, she squeezed with her thighs to help him go deeper.
Kim Namhu pulled out his shirt and bra in one quick motion, then buried his face between her breasts and tasted them.
With both hands he kneaded her tits, then cupped them together and took both nipples into his mouth at once.
He loved how hard her nipples were against his tongue.
Han Ki-ju felt pleasure from both her breasts and her pussy.
A second orgasm hit her and her body shook.
Sex felt especially intense today.
Because I lost the bet?
Even she didn’t know the exact reason.
Kim Namhu noticed she was extra sensitive today.
He liked women who enjoyed it, whether with clients or friends.
Because she felt good, he wanted to push harder.
“Let’s switch positions for a bit.”
Still inside her, he changed their stance to the doggy-style position that let him piston perfectly.
From behind, he drove in even deeper and reached forward to pinch her breasts hard.
After a few minutes, Han Ki-ju reached her third orgasm.
At the same moment, Kim Namhu came.
They had poured everything into it, so they were drenched in sweat when they finally collapsed onto the bed together.
Han Ki-ju stroked her lower belly and sighed.
“Truly. It’s so good. If I knew about this kind of sex, I wouldn’t even think of other men.”
There were plenty of men in the world.
But the kind who got a vasectomy, visited the urologist regularly, and never worried about pregnancy or STDs while filling her pussy was rare.
Han Ki-ju stroked his sticky cock and asked, “How was mine? Did you like it?”
“Very much. Young ones are just different.”
“Oh? It seems aging women’s clients make it a little softer?”
“It has its own flavor.”
“You really are a seducer.”
Han Ki-ju tried teasing him, but she knew words alone couldn’t beat him.
She kept his cock in her hand anyway.
Even if words couldn’t win, she wasn’t going to lose in bed.
Kim Namhu’s cock slowly hardened again, and a new round began.
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Time passed in the blink of an eye.
Suddenly the year was ending and the atmosphere of wrapping up the decade settled over everything.
Kim Namhu had now settled into being a true host at The Queen.
He avoided regulars unless they were exceptional, so his regular count had grown slowly, but he still reached top sales from time to time.
In the host waiting room, his reputation sat just below the Aces.
Cha Ji-hoon complained with obvious envy.
“Ugh, Namhu-ya. You should have come in earlier. This year you hit first place three times, right? If you’d come earlier and only done first place three times, everyone would have accepted you as an Ace.”
Shin Yong-geom laughed.
“Namhu doesn’t even care about that. What matters is Ace-level skill. Nobody else’s approval does.”
That half-truth was obvious.
Kim Namhu actually wanted the Ace title.
It wasn’t for the other hosts’ approval.
Stepping up as an Ace here and moving to Gangnam is a huge difference from not stepping up and still moving to Gangnam.
Kim Namhu still carried the ambition to become the best host in the entire country.
To do that, he first needed to claim the Ace spot at the best host bar in Gangbuk.
From next month, I’ll have to work even harder.
Ever since Kim Hye-ji, no high-quality clients had appeared.
Kim Namhu avoided becoming regular with mediocre clients because later, when he got busy, he didn’t want the hassle of turning them away.
Getting close when needed and discarding them when not is kind of childish, isn’t it?
While Kim Namhu was chatting with the other two newbies, Lee Sang-soo walked into the waiting room.
He first called the Aces.
“Choi Moon-ho, Jang Hyo-woon, Oh Chang-won.”
Lee Sang-soo hesitated for a moment, then summoned Kim Namhu too—the Ace who was chasing them.
“And Kim Namhu.”
“Yes?”
“The four of you, come to my office for a second.”
Lee Sang-soo’s expression was not good.
Until recently, Kim Namhu had been performing at nearly Ace level, and the juniors below him had been contributing as well.
That was why his change now felt even sharper.
Kim Namhu headed to the main’s office with the other three Aces.
While walking, he recalled something from the past.
What? Did this kind of thing happen in my previous life too?
Small details were almost forgotten.
In his previous life, Kim Namhu had still been struggling to learn how to seduce women and had been in a constant rush.
He hadn’t had time to care about what happened between the main and the Aces.
But once in the waiting room, big events always reached him whether he wanted them or not.
Right. Around this time. Had there been a meeting of politicians?
It was no secret that powerful people sneaked away to have filthy fun while avoiding the public eye.
Chaebols, politicians, lawyers, journalists.
Men normally went to expensive, secret, high-quality places like Ten-Pro or yojeong.
And as women’s social presence grew, women also started seeking hosts.
Back when there was a female president, top Aces from Gangnam were summoned to the Blue House and even received Viagra.
Ah, this was around that time?
There were women with power that could easily outrank judges or celebrities.
They avoided public attention by gathering Aces from Seoul to their private villas and throwing wild parties.
If they summoned a host, no one dared refuse.
Even Han Ki-ju, the rich owner of The Queen; Ha Ji-yeon, the prosecutor’s wife; or Jang Sun-young, the Ten-Pro Ace with underworld connections—none of them could stop it.