The Power Play
Now was the time to make the insertion.
Jo Ye-rin no longer wore the expression of someone trying to endure.
The two of them carefully positioned their bodies inside the slippery shower stall.
Kim Namhu stripped off his clothes and quickly slipped on the pre-placed condom onto his erection.
Jo Ye-rin lifted one leg onto the toilet and spread her thighs, and Kim Namhu pushed his cock deep into her hole.
Jo Ye-rin focused intently on the sight of his cock entering her own vagina.
Because he had tormented her with foreplay for so long, the moment his glans plunged deep inside her, Jo Ye-rin reached climax instantly.
She braced her legs with all her strength to keep from falling and pulled his body against her own, trembling all over.
And Kim Namhu had no intention of letting her rest.
Before she could even enjoy the orgasm, he carefully lifted her body.
She could not have sex comfortably in the slippery bathroom.
She might slip and end up as a tangled corpse.
“Nngh ah!”
With his cock already inserted, moving naturally caused it to keep prodding deeper into her vagina with each thrust.
Continuous moans spilled from Jo Ye-rin’s lips.
Her body kept moving on its own.
Eventually they reached the bed in the outer room.
Kim Namhu carefully laid Jo Ye-rin on the bed and climbed on top, moving his cock back and forth in a normal rhythm.
“H-he’s… really skilled.”
When Jo Ye-rin tried to evaluate his sex with a cocky remark, Kim Namhu suddenly thrust into her roughly.
“Nnghaaaa!”
Her vagina clenched tightly and she reached climax again.
He could feel her inner walls squeezing his cock.
Before she could regain her senses and speak arrogantly again, he drove his cock into her strongly.
Using both hands to grip her waist, he pinned her in place so she could not escape and continued the sex.
Since she was already heated and in the midst of climax, she welcomed even this rough sex with pleasure.
He could feel her vaginal walls twitching as they squeezed out his cum.
Watching her sink into the sex, Kim Namhu felt even more energized.
Jo Ye-rin did not stop moving.
As this pleasurable time passed seemingly faster than it should, his stamina appeared infinite.
Kim Namhu finished his first orgasm after some time of sex.
Even after cumming, he had no intention of stopping.
He kept stroking her vagina with his hand while she panted heavily, preventing her from coming down from the orgasm.
At the same time he prepared for his second erection.
He pulled off the used condom and tossed it under the bed, then slipped on a new one.
Right away he inserted it into her still warm vagina.
He fucked her as if she were the last woman in his life.
Jo Ye-rin also accepted him happily.
She pulled him close with all her strength.
Even though they had just met today and did not even know each other’s names, while they indulged in this sticky sex they felt their hearts connected.
Soon after, when Jo Ye-rin fell into an even deeper orgasm, her vagina moved as if it were throbbing.
Kim Namhu also found it hard to hold on inside her.
Eventually he came.
They both tasted the ultimate pleasure.
Their whole bodies felt electric.
It was as if their bodies had become one.
Without realizing it, Jo Ye-rin grabbed his face and pulled him down to hers.
They shared a sticky kiss.
This satisfying sex had been the first time.
The next thing Jo Ye-rin felt was exhaustion.
Her entire body was as tired as if it had been soaked in water.
So she pushed Kim Namhu away and lay flat on the bed.
She fell asleep almost immediately.
Kim Namhu got up from beside her.
He went to a chair, ate the remaining peanuts, and drank the beer.
He checked the time.
They had only done sex for about two hours.
There was still a long time until morning.
Kim Namhu rested for a while beside the sleeping Jo Ye-rin, then checked his phone for messages from Shin Yong-geom and stepped outside.
There was a room where the male hosts were gathered, resting.
They all looked slightly tired, as if they had just finished a round of sex.
When Shin Yong-geom saw Kim Namhu, he said,
“I guess I understand why the seniors avoided coming here. If I had known there were only these middle-aged ladies, I wouldn’t have come either.”
At his words the other hosts chuckled and laughed.
Even though the hosts were those who liked women and liked sex, dealing with these middle-aged ladies who had power but didn’t manage themselves was unpleasant.
Each host spoke up.
“Well, the rich middle-aged ladies are better. They don’t work, so they exercise every day and eat only the good stuff, so they’re worth it.”
“The ones who are into politics are the worst. Whether they’re too skinny or too fat from sitting all day, one or the other. Those ladies’ vaginas smell like squid ink. Uugh.”
Among the hosts who spoke like that, a few faces Kim Namhu knew.
Kim Min-jae, who worked at the Main Stage in Gangnam, and Jo Su-hwan.
Kim Min-jae still looked quiet, and Jo Su-hwan, upon seeing Kim Namhu, tried to pretend he knew him.
“You’re here too, huh?”
Kim Namhu only nodded slightly and gave the bare minimum greeting.
Shin Yong-geom was already in the room, but he ignored him and was addressing Kim Namhu alone, which clearly showed another intention.
He’s simple. He just wants to get close to the capable ones.
Kim Namhu had no desire to get close to those hosts who approached him with such motives.
Those guys who only cared about self-interest were likely to stab him in the back the moment they got the chance.
One of the life lessons he had learned in his previous life.
“Wow. He starts by snagging a pretty woman. As expected, skill. Did you fuck her nicely?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Kim Namhu gave a rough reply to Jo Su-hwan’s words and tried to downplay it in front of Shin Yong-geom.
But Jo Su-hwan did not let it slide easily.
“I got this grandma-type lady. She claimed she’s some high-ranking official or something. She said she works hard by forcing herself to stand up straight when she doesn’t feel like it.”
“Yeah, tough work.”
“So why did you pick that kind of woman?”
“What?”
“After all, you came here to meet rich and powerful women, right? Young pretty women are everywhere outside too.”
Kim Namhu gave a rough reply, thinking Jo Su-hwan would keep clinging, so he answered a bit more sincerely.
“That’s what I was thinking. But the woman I hooked up with seems higher than the one you hooked up with, Su-hwan.”
“No way.”
Jo Su-hwan thought it was impossible.
He had guessed a woman’s status based on the price of her clothes and accessories.
And from what he saw, the woman Kim Namhu had hooked up with did not seem like a high-status woman.
She was not from a chaebol family, and even in politics.
Kim Namhu, on the other hand, could read the flow of energy between women.
It was a skill he could only obtain after spending thousands and tens of thousands of hours with them.
It was not easy to notice that Jo Ye-rin was treated with respect by many women.
“Why would you lie about something like that.”
“No. It’s possible to act tough if you can’t catch a capable woman.”
“But you don’t even earn money by acting tough on hosts.”
“There are a lot of such people. Surprisingly.”
Since Kim Namhu had properly dealt with him, Jo Su-hwan seemed to be getting angry.
He seemed intent on insisting his words were correct.
“What do you mean? Young, and the clothes and accessories she’s wearing probably only cost around three million won at most. She’s not even a chaebol daughter. I’ve investigated all the chaebol daughters in our country. There wasn’t a single one like that among them.”
Kim Namhu could not suppress a laugh at Jo Su-hwan’s claim that he had investigated chaebol daughters.
Some hosts did that kind of studying.
They dreamed of hooking one chaebol daughter and being able to bend her fate for life.
That’s just as crazy as a whore hooking a chaebol man to bend her fate.
The people of the chaebol families were not fools.
Both the men and the women received elite education to avoid being ruined by them.
Meeting hosts or whores was just a momentary distraction.
Falling in love and getting married was something that only happened in dramas.
In the past there had been occasional cases, but the chaebol people had grown more cunning with each passing day, and such cases had almost never happened.
And in this field, men are not disadvantaged compared to women.
A whore could cleverly stimulate to attack pregnancy.
But hosts couldn’t do anything; if the woman was on birth control pills, it was over.
Even if she accidentally got pregnant, abortion was an option.
There was no proper host among men who thought that way.
There were those who lived by natural talent, but that was the end of it.
To become the best, one needed a different mindset.