Power Struggle
'It was a mistake I could have made anytime.'
Kim Namhu's memories of his past life surfaced.
There had been moments when, after grinding around everywhere, he finally learned how to charm women, and his sales rose enough for confidence to swell into arrogance.
And then, right after that, sales plummeted, and it took quite some time before he realized what had gone wrong.
Recognizing that his attitude was the issue, he adjusted his behavior and finally became a true host.
Kim Namhu and Jo Su-hwan had finished their quarrel.
Kim Namhu had never wanted to put his own feelings into such matters and had remained detached.
Jo Su-hwan, unable to contain his anger, had stormed out.
**
The next day arrived.
Women did not rise until past two in the afternoon.
They began eating the elegant brunch prepared by an elite chef with refined manners.
Brunch was supposed to be eaten between breakfast and lunch, yet none of them seemed to care.
Every face among them shone smooth and radiant, as if they had savored the host's essence thoroughly the night before.
They were reviewing the hosts they had enjoyed the previous night.
“Oh, the one I ate yesterday was worth it. Big and hard.”
“Unnie, who was it?”
“What’s his name? Ji Suk-hoon, I think?”
“Ah, I’ve had him before too. Completely limp, though? Just big, no substance at all.”
“No, still, small and firm is better than nothing.”
“Ugh. This party was fun, but I’m a little disappointed. There aren’t many hosts who are big, hard, and great in bed.”
“I asked each store to send an Ace-level one, but it doesn’t look like they always will.”
“There’s no choice. Still, they’re sending hosts with decent coverage. I wouldn’t want to swing my power around here.”
Women were boasting about last night’s encounters while also complaining.
This was no mere idle chatter.
The party had started on Friday and was set to end on Sunday.
Very few women called the host they had spent the night with back again.
They were sharing information so they could find the host they truly desired.
Some women even asked Jo Ye-rin about last night’s events.
“Shaman-nim, were you satisfied with last night?”
Among the hosts selected by Jo Ye-rin, word had begun to spread subtly through upper-class circles.
Some women were even eyeing Kim Namhu.
A chaebol auntie asked Jo Ye-rin one such question, curious about the rumor’s true nature.
Jo Ye-rin recalled the previous night and smiled.
“Just as the rumors said.”
“Is that all?”
“Yes. So I plan to choose Kim Namhu again tonight.”
Though Jo Ye-rin spoke softly, many women listened intently to every word.
Jo Ye-rin was a renowned shaman known for her precision, and people often said she spoke prophetic words and acted accordingly, bringing spectacular results to those who followed.
The chaebol auntie responded in jest.
“Oh my, Shaman-nim has quite the appetite too. Good things must be shared.”
At that, Jo Ye-rin looked quietly at the auntie who was the wife of the chaebol president and spoke.
“However, madam.”
When the playful chaebol auntie heard Jo Ye-rin’s lowered voice, she startled.
“Yes?”
“However, madam, you seem to be receiving too much yang qi right now. Your body has far too much heat.”
“Is that so?”
“If it increases further, there might be unfavorable occurrences in the Fire direction.”
“Oh my, maybe that’s fortunate. Shaman-nim, should I perform a gut to appease the spirits? Or should you give me an amulet? Money is no object.”
“No need for such measures at this point. Just be careful to keep men away until the yang qi calms. If I had sensed such energy, I would have advised against attending this party at all.”
“No, it’s still fortunate we could come at all.”
The chaebol auntie rose from her seat and greeted the women nearby before leaving the gathering.
Thus, Jo Ye-rin casually handled the woman who had attempted to compete with her.
Jo Ye-rin maintained a solemn expression on her face, yet her thoughts raced elsewhere.
Is there really such a thing as a perfect yin-yang match? This is my first time experiencing it. I must verify whether it is genuine or mere chance.
**
During the day, the hosts rested.
Seafood and oysters—foods said to be excellent for vitality—were provided without restraint.
Though no dramatic change in stamina was expected within a day, it seemed the message was clear: give your best until the very end.
As the sun set, the hosts once again received the attention of the powerful women.
Jo Ye-rin approached Kim Namhu directly, took his wrist, and pulled him along.
Other women dared not approach the Kim Namhu chosen by Jo Ye-rin; they could only send him envious glances.
Given the situation, even a thick-skinned Jo Su-hwan had to realize that Jo Ye-rin was no ordinary woman.
Jo Su-hwan felt a surge of jealousy at the thought of a special woman like her being chosen by Kim Namhu for two consecutive nights.
And it was not only Jo Su-hwan who felt this way.
Choi Moon-ho felt the same.
While Jo Su-hwan openly displayed his jealousy with his handsome face, Choi Moon-ho kept all his emotions locked deep inside with superhuman pride.
Many other hosts seemed to share the sentiment as well.
Though not every Ace from every host bar was present, some Ace-level hosts who had come seeking even better clients were also envious and jealous of the young, beautiful, and seemingly powerful Jo Ye-rin having chosen Kim Namhu twice.
Why…?
There was only one conclusion.
How in the world does he fuck so well?
Since every detail of the skill at charming women was what these Ace-level hosts—who believed themselves the best—had mastered, they engaged in similar mental justification.
But it’s not just about sexual skill. In the host bar, I would never have lost to him.
And so, while countless hosts watched, Kim Namhu led Jo Ye-rin to a private room to engage in sex.
Jo Ye-rin spoke in a commanding tone.
“Prove whether yesterday’s was due to the wine or true skill.”
Kim Namhu, since he was going to have sex anyway, thought it best to do so with the youngest and most beautiful woman available, and so he did not refuse.
He turned her around and gently caressed her small breasts through her clothing.
At first, Jo Ye-rin felt a light tickle.
Soon, though, she realized her mood had improved.
Kim Namhu’s hands were both soft and lewd.
As he massaged her breasts and lifted her top, he unclasped her bra and touched her hardened nipples.
So that’s why—her nipples are a beautiful, soft pink despite the small size.
Most women’s nipples take on a darker shade, so seeing such a pale pink was unusual.
When Kim Namhu toyed with her nipples, Jo Ye-rin’s body began to react immediately.
She did not want her mind to surrender to his teasing, yet her body remembered the hot sex from the previous night.
Kim Namhu’s hands moved downward.
He lifted her skirt and removed her panties.
His fingers gently explored her pussy.
Even the inside of her pussy was a soft, pale pink.
When his fingers stroked her there, Jo Ye-rin let out a soft moan.
As his index finger slid inside her, her juices instantly coated it and made it slick.
With nothing but his fingers, she came lightly.
Her mind filled with electric sparks.
“Number one. I’ll let you come many more times today, so relax.”
Jo Ye-rin knew from the consecutive orgasms the night before how easily they could shatter a woman’s reason.
I can’t… not yet…
There were only two ways a woman could stop a man’s teasing on the bed: stop the sex, or receive the man’s own teasing.
Since she had no intention of stopping the sex, Jo Ye-rin decided to tease the host instead.
“I’m grateful. I rarely give hosts a handjob.”
Jo Ye-rin reached out, removed Kim Namhu’s pants, and took his erect cock in her hand.
She pulled it toward her face.
Kim Namhu, sensing her intention, moved naturally.
Jo Ye-rin, accustomed only to receiving, was actually inexperienced with fellatio.
But receiving the cock of a woman who always maintained a proud shaman’s face somehow carried its own thrill.
Before her orgasm fully subsided, Kim Namhu said,
“Since both of us are ready, shall we begin the real game?”
Jo Ye-rin started to say “not yet” but stopped, worried it would sound as if she wanted to suck his cock more.
Now that my body has cooled a little, it should be fine.
She convinced herself of that.
Kim Namhu naturally spread her legs and prepared to insert.
He quickly rolled on a condom.
His glans slipped smoothly inside her.
Her pussy, remembering last night, showed no reluctance toward his large, hard cock.
So he thrust it all the way in with one smooth motion.
Jo Ye-rin’s body, which had been cooling, began to heat up once more.