Power
Once was all it took for Jo Ye-rin to surge straight into a new pinnacle.
Her thick shaft buried deep inside her, stretching and filling every inch, and she could no longer hold back her peak.
She sensed the danger and forced out the words.
“Wait, just a moment. Slowly… just slowly…”
Kim Namhu had no intention of listening to her.
If it had been before sex started, maybe. But once the act had begun, a man had to play the man’s role.
If he showed weakness here and obeyed her woman’s words, the heat of the sex would definitely shatter.
A host’s job was to make the woman feel good, not to listen to her words.
Kim Namhu gripped her thin waist with both hands, pulled out until his cock almost slipped free from her slit, then thrust deep again.
Jo Ye-rin panted heavily, trying to control the rough pleasure, but it was impossible.
Without realizing it, her body twisted, and that only made her walls move in a way that pleased Kim Namhu even more.
To make the piston motion easier, he shifted her into a rear-entry position.
Jo Ye-rin looked like she didn’t like this shameful pose, but she no longer had the strength to resist.
He gave her no chance to regain her senses the way he had the day before.
While driving his cock into her at a rapid pace, he brought her to climax after climax.
After the fifth orgasm, Jo Ye-rin had lost count of how many peaks she had already reached.
After his third ejaculation, Kim Namhu no longer cared how many more times he could finish.
As long as both of them still had strength left, they would simply continue having sex.
First, Jo Ye-rin’s body completely gave out.
Kim Namhu quickly brought her to climax again and got up from the bed.
He opened the refrigerator, grabbed a cold beer, and drank it in long gulps.
Cool beer after hard labor had always tasted delicious.
“Huu.”
Kim Namhu exhaled and looked at Jo Ye-rin.
She had experienced it twice before, so unlike the day before, she didn’t pass out immediately.
“Me too.”
Kim Namhu pulled out another cold beer from the refrigerator and handed it to her.
Jo Ye-rin’s hands trembled as she barely managed to drink it.
“Haa.”
The taste of the beer that seemed to seep into every cell of her body made her moan.
Since she had never done physical labor before, the taste of the beer right now felt especially special.
Kim Namhu finished one can in an instant and waited until Jo Ye-rin finished her own.
Jo Ye-rin, young as she was, seemed to recover strength instantly once the beer fuel was supplied.
He set aside her empty can and sat next to her.
His hand naturally rested on her waist.
He pressed his upper body close to hers.
“Again?”
Jo Ye-rin’s eyes widened in surprise, but she did not refuse his approach.
Her head told her enough was enough, yet her body reacted on its own.
Their lips met.
Their tongues slid out and tangled.
Jo Ye-rin reached out her tongue and put it into Kim Namhu’s mouth.
He sucked her tongue long and hard.
His fingers soon found her pussy.
The slit that had barely dried up again began to grow wet.
Her mind, which had finally calmed, spun again in dizziness.
“Then how about letting me do it with my mouth this time?”
Jo Ye-rin nodded.
Kim Namhu laid her down and spread her legs wide.
With one hand he spread her labia and with the other he stroked her clit.
He inserted two fingers into her hole and curled them, then used his index fingers from both hands to spread her open and expose the inner walls.
Then he thrust his long tongue from her clit all the way to the walls, tasting everything.
After that came the insertion.
He made her climb onto him while he sat, his cockhead pressed against her entrance.
Jo Ye-rin had no choice but to lower her hips and finish the insertion herself.
“I’m a little tired too. Could you take care of it on your own for a little while?”
She was already doing exactly that.
She rocked her hips on her own.
Just moments ago her hands had been shaking from exhaustion, but now, where was this strength coming from? She was moving her own body on top of him.
Because she loved taking his cock, her body moved on its own.
Then her strength began to fade.
She naturally pushed her hips back and bent over.
It was a pose that begged for a rear entry.
He immediately gave it to her.
He grabbed her ass.
Then her waist.
When she reached both hands behind her, he used them like handles.
His hands gripped every part of her body, but the essence of the rear entry never changed.
His cock steadily went in and out of her.
Jo Ye-rin thought for a moment that she wanted to keep his cock inside her forever.
The sex had felt that good.
Then they changed back to the missionary position.
Arms wrapped around each other, kissing as they continued the piston motion.
They fucked until their entire bodies were drenched in sweat.
He had no idea how much time had passed.
Later, Jo Ye-rin thought she might die.
Her body felt like it was about to give out, and the pleasure was so overwhelming that she thought she might die.
She passed out and fell asleep like before.
**
After fully satisfying Jo Ye-rin, Kim Namhu stepped outside.
He planned to rest comfortably and eat.
And he met Choi Moon-ho at the place where the hosts were resting.
Choi Moon-ho approached Kim Namhu.
*Why the hell is this guy acting like this?*
Even at The Queen, Choi Moon-ho treated Kim Namhu as if he didn’t exist.
Now Kim Namhu was bringing in sales almost on the same level as him, and the only thing separating their ranks was that day’s luck.
For Choi Moon-ho, that was simply unacceptable.
His pride had led him to choose ignoring Kim Namhu.
And now this proud Choi Moon-ho was the one approaching Kim Namhu to talk.
It was not something ordinary.
Choi Moon-ho spoke slowly.
“You really are skilled. I had no idea that woman held such power.”
“Luck was on my side.”
Kim Namhu had no idea Jo Ye-rin was a shaman and sat at the top of all other women.
He had simply sensed the atmosphere that other women were treating her specially, and in his search for a delicious woman, he had just seduced her.
“Luck is also skill.”
Choi Moon-ho took a deep breath.
He forced out the words he found it hard to say because of his pride.
“Now the only thing left is Sunday afternoon.”
A three-day party.
It had started on Friday, and now it was Saturday evening.
If there was a woman a host was targeting, the last remaining time was Sunday before everyone returned to their own homes.
“I’m also going to target Jo Ye-rin.”
Kim Namhu’s eyes widened.
Stealing a woman a host is entertaining from another host inside the same store was one of the worst actions.
And for a senior to touch a junior host’s woman, it was an action that would earn hatred from every host.
It was surprising that proud Choi Moon-ho had decided to do something that would make him hated.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.”
“You don’t actually think that what happened here won’t spread as rumors at The Queen, do you?”
There were only three hosts at The Queen.
But a host’s network was wide, and more than three people knew Choi Moon-ho’s face.
What Choi Moon-ho did would eventually spread, circulating back, and the rumor would reach the entire host industry.
“Of course it will. But losing to you in skill is worse than getting hated by the hosts.”
Kim Namhu stayed silent.
Choi Moon-ho’s dislike for him was his own feeling, and the fact that he was proving his skill by doing something he hated getting hated for was also his own feeling.
“If I lose this time too, I’ll cleanly quit The Queen.”
Kim Namhu said after a moment’s thought.
“Are you going to go independent?”
Even though Choi Moon-ho was acting arrogantly, the reason Lee Sang-soo left him alone was because the sales brought in by Choi Moon-ho and his younger brothers under him were not small.
If they all left The Queen at once, The Queen would shake a lot.
Kim Namhu had formed good relationships not only with Lee Sang-soo but also with several other hosts at The Queen.
He did not want The Queen to waver because of one man’s pride.
“I’m not that kind of trash either. I know how well Hyo-woon-hyung has treated me so far. I’m just going to quietly leave on my own.”
Choi Moon-ho said that and added something else.
“That’s why I hate you.”
“Hm?”
“The attitude of someone who seems to know everything even as a new host.”
Kim Namhu hated everything about Choi Moon-ho.
The fact that a new host had grown so fast and was bringing sales that could beat him was also hated.
And the fact that a new host knew the host industry so well was also hated.
It was a detail that a new host would have a hard time noticing, that if he took his brothers and left The Queen right now, The Queen would be in danger.
But Kim Namhu knew it as if it were natural.
“The conclusion is that I hate you. And I hate coming to The Queen every day while getting bullied by you. You’d be comfortable and happy without me.”
POWER ACTIVATED