Jang Su-young
Jang Su-young was acting like she and Kim Namhu were officially a couple.
Kim Namhu played along with her.
Drinking with a woman was his job and his specialty.
Since they had decided to date, he had switched to informal speech, and it had become second nature in no time.
Time passed, and Jang Su-young was well on her way to being tipsy.
Kim Namhu calculated the situation and helped her to her feet, steadying her with a hand on her arm.
The alcohol had raised her body temperature, and she was giving off the sweet scent of a young college girl.
“Come on, let’s head home.”
“Oppa.”
“Hm?”
“I don’t want to go home today.”
Jang Su-young’s inexperience showed in everything she did.
Her clumsy technique was transparent, but her intent was clear.
Her tongue had curled a little, but she hadn’t stuttered.
She was repeating the same line she had given right before they started dating.
“You have to get the shot. You haven’t gotten it completely, have you?”
The one thing she wanted from the shot was a single, specific thing.
“What if I sleep with another man later and get pregnant? What will you do then?”
Kim Namhu decided that instead of leaving her to worry, he would teach her sex so thoroughly that no matter who she ended up with, she would never fall for them.
“And since this is the first time, you should be the one, Oppa. We’ll keep it a secret from Mom.”
The last reason Kim Namhu had avoided sleeping with Jang Sun-young was exactly this.
He was already sleeping with her mother, Jang Sun-young.
Having both mother and daughter was a common porn cliché, but in real life it was a dangerous taboo.
Yet because both women had agreed to keep it secret, Kim Namhu’s heart raced with a forbidden thrill.
The taboo itself was the hook.
Besides, the justification was rock-solid.
“All right.”
Kim Namhu led her to the nearest motel.
Once inside, he laid her on the bed.
Jang Su-young’s eyes were glassy, as if she weren’t faking the drunkenness, and she let out soft, gasping breaths.
Her body was completely limp.
“Relax.”
Kim Namhu began to caress her breasts slowly, starting at her chest.
They were the same size as Jang Sun-young’s, but far more firm and youthful.
Even for a woman who had inherited her mother’s genes, age would eventually catch up.
Kim Namhu stroked her over her clothes as if massaging them.
The moment his flexible fingers made contact, Jang Su-young’s expression changed.
Her cheeks flushed, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, and she bit her lip.
While she reacted, his hand slipped under her clothes, peeling them away.
He unhooked her bra, pressed his thumb against her hardened nipple, and fondled it.
He pushed it inward and then gently pinched.
By then her virgin body was fully ready.
Her panties were already damp.
Kim Namhu’s hand moved lower, between her thighs.
The pleasure was far stronger than when he had touched her breasts.
She felt embarrassed that a man was touching her for the first time, yet the alcohol had stripped away her shame and left her honest.
Her body burned, her head was fuzzy.
Her body was on fire from his touch.
Whether he was caressing her breasts or stroking between her legs, every sensation felt incredible.
Her pussy was far more sensitive than when she touched herself.
Kim Namhu felt that she was completely prepared and gently pressed his middle finger against her clit.
“Hwaaak!”
Jang Su-young’s hips shook as she came.
It was enough. The hymen would tear easily now.
Jang Su-young was still dazed from the first orgasm a man had ever given her.
It was astonishing that her body had come without any stimulation.
He slid a finger inside her pussy.
He checked twice and then a third time whether her channel could take his cock.
Then he pressed his own erection against her entrance.
Jang Su-young wasn’t a virgin when it came to porn, but the real thing felt completely different.
It was not larger than the men in American videos, but the thought that it might not fit inside her was enough to worry her.
To her, it seemed as if heat was radiating from the cock itself.
But now that she had come this far, she couldn’t stop.
She watched Kim Namhu put on a condom.
She spread her legs and felt the head of his cock brush against her entrance.
Thanks to the foreplay, her body accepted him smoothly.
The hymen tore with a sharp pain, and her channel tightened around him.
Kim Namhu stayed still for a moment.
He waited for her walls to adjust to his shape.
Her pussy twitched and molded itself to the contours of his cock.
Her inner walls pressed tightly against him.
“Now… you can move.”
Kim Namhu began to thrust slowly.
His rhythm was still gentle, and Jang Su-young felt his cock even longer.
She could feel his cock twitching inside her.
Each time the head rubbed her walls, warm heat bloomed inside her.
Then she came again, harder than the first time.
The pain vanished the instant the second orgasm hit.
Kim Namhu finished with a few practiced thrusts and pulled out.
He held her gently in his arms.
Tears streaked her face, whether from pain or pleasure, he could not tell.
“Have you really lived this happily with everyone else?”
“No. It’s not always like this. Chemistry matters, and condition matters too.”
“Then why isn’t it like this with other men?”
“The chances are low. I’m just that good.”
That was the only time they had sex that day.
Jang Su-young was a medical student and knew how important rest was after tearing her hymen.
Days passed.
Her body had recovered completely, yet the first time kept replaying in her mind.
Her body was young, and her sex drive was insatiable.
Jang Su-young called Kim Namhu.
If he was supposed to play the boyfriend role, she only had to say the word and he would come running.
They said almost nothing to each other.
They went straight to the nearest motel like any new couple who had just had sex for the first time.
They started having sex.
Kim Namhu taught her every position and variation.
Jang Su-young was quick at learning, probably because of her high intelligence.
The more she learned, the deeper the pleasure grew.
Sex felt like a game that kept breaking new limits.
They moved until their bodies were exhausted, chasing ever-greater waves of pleasure.
They were temporary lovers whose ending was already decided.
Because the ending was fixed, they gave each other everything they could.
The host waiting room.
Kim Namhu could not stop smiling when he looked at the messages from the temporary dating app.
— Oppa. Even though you’re working late tonight, fighting!
Jang Su-young was acting like a real girlfriend even though it was all fake, as if she wanted to do everything her friends did.
*Even so, saying she’s working late is weird.*
Kim Namhu had had a girlfriend in his previous life, but none of them had ever liked that he worked as a host.
She had never told him to fight hard even though he was working late.
— Still studying?
— Yeah. A few more exams before the break.
— Then Su-young, fighting. Make sure you sleep early.
Kim Namhu felt happy as he sent the messages.
It was a temporary relationship with a clear purpose, but the feelings that passed between them were not entirely fake.
Once their bodies had mixed and they had even created a pregnancy rumor, some genuine emotion had to have grown.
Kim Namhu’s mood settled.
When dealing with female clients, he never pretended to be in love.
If he faked it, sharp-eyed women would catch on immediately.
He kept the host role in mind while adding a little genuine sincerity.
And a temporary relationship was completely different from meeting a regular client as a host.
When the relationship ended, Kim Namhu knew he would feel bad.
*But that is part of what a pro has to endure.*
While working as a host, he could not expect only good feelings.
He had to endure the bitter ones and let them flow away.
*Right now, focus on the job at hand.*
After he had taught Jang Su-young how important romance and sex were and how pointless they actually were, he could sort out his feelings afterward.
Kim Namhu turned his attention back to his host work.
He smiled at every customer who came to him, listened to their stories, and poured their drinks.
He was now a host that The Queen had come to accept.
Even without being a regular, plenty of people came looking for him.
He rarely had to choose.
One of the staff members approached him.
“Namhu-ssi. A regular client is here.”
“Who?”
Even if the customer had asked for him specifically, there was still a difference in treatment between a regular and someone who had not come in many times.
Kim Namhu asked the woman he had been pouring for to excuse him and stood up.
“It’s Jang Sun-young.”
Absolute Seduction Mode