Jang Sun-young
“Sun-young-ssi?”
“Ah, you’re here?”
Jang Sun-young sat in the highest seat of the spacious room, patting the cushion beside her as if inviting an old friend.
Kim Namhu met her gaze.
He felt a faint unease, not from any ill intent, but because he had slept with her daughter. His legendary experience as a top-tier host had taught him that lies were merely tools, yet this one still sat uncomfortably in his chest.
He slid onto the cushion anyway, face set like iron.
Jang Sun-young was the same woman who had survived countless years in a Ten-Pro Ace room salon. She had seen every trick, every pleasure, and every hidden corner of human desire.
As her daughter’s body began to change—sweet smiles turning into something softer, eyes carrying the quiet awareness of a woman—she had noticed first. She never asked. She simply accepted, as a mother does.
Now she sat beside him, smiling with the same easy warmth she had shown him for years.
“You’ve been thriving lately?”
“Of course. I’m the host Sun-young-ssi picked herself.”
“You’re going to have no time for me at all, aren’t you?”
“Even if you don’t have time, I’ll find ways to make sure you’re still looked after.”
“Then pour me a drink.”
They drank like old friends, chatting late into the night.
“You should start drinking less. You’re at the age where your daughter’s in medical school.”
Jang Sun-young’s body was still beautiful, but the years were catching up. She had lived her life chasing liquor; health was a quiet worry.
“Are you worried about me?”
“Sun-young-ssi, I want you alive and well so I can keep making money.”
Kim Namhu spoke lightly. Jang Sun-young laughed, bright and unrestrained.
“That’s true. To keep earning from me, you’ll need to live a long life. But what’s the point of a dull existence without drinking?”
“There are other kinds of excitement. I’ll show you.”
“Other kinds of excitement? What could that be?”
Jang Sun-young had lived as a Ten-Pro Ace among chaebols. She had owned yachts bigger than the most expensive apartments and owned every pleasure money could buy. She needed something money could never provide.
“What’s that?”
“Playing with your grandson. That’s not bad either.”
“I’ll have to wait a little longer. Su-young will need her medical license first.”
“Will you marry my daughter once she becomes a doctor?”
“No. By then I’ll find someone even better.”
If this had been her younger self, Jang Sun-young’s teasing might have caught Kim Namhu off guard. But he had long since learned to adapt.
“Sigh. How boring.”
Her smile never left her lips. It was strangely satisfying to exchange words with her without losing composure.
“Then stop drinking. Let’s go out and have some real fun. I’ll make you laugh.”
“It’s still early. The night is young.”
Only eleven o’clock. The hosts who lived by night were still in their prime.
“I’m already an Ace now. The money this place has made for me—surely I’m allowed some leeway. If you’re too strict, just charge the most expensive alcohol under my name.”
“An Ace? For real?”
“I’ve taken first place in sales multiple times. That makes me an Ace, doesn’t it?”
“Then I should congratulate you properly. Let’s leave this dark room and go somewhere nicer.”
They stepped out of the room.
Kim Namhu had only been joking, but Jang Sun-young bought several bottles of the most expensive soju under his name. The price was more than enough to cover the hours he had taken away from the bar.
She led him to a premium Korean beef restaurant famous among men. The single serving was nearly one hundred thousand won.
“To your success.”
She smiled as if it were her own achievement. Like every other Ten-Pro Ace, she knew exactly how powerful that word was. It wasn’t just recognition; it was respect, doors opening, clients flowing in.
She grilled the meat one by one and placed it before him.
Kim Namhu ate with genuine enjoyment. The more he savored it, the more satisfied Jang Sun-young appeared.
When the meal ended, she settled the bill. From her wallet she pulled out a thick wad of cash and handed it to him.
“A gift.”
“Is it all right to take it?”
“Of course. It’s payment for the future.”
Kim Namhu accepted the money.
Now what? The thought lingered.
If this had been before he slept with Jang Su-young, he would have simply taken her hand and gone straight to a motel. That had always been the simplest way to please a woman.
But now the thought of sleeping with her again unsettled him.
“Something on your mind?”
“Just a little.”
He could not tell her why.
Like a kind older sister, Jang Sun-young took his hand and guided him.
“Don’t worry. Whatever it is will pass once we finish.”
Her softness pulled him along. He followed her into the motel, clothes already half off.
Here, his instincts had taken over. The rationality in his brain vanished.
He pulled her close and kissed her deeply.
His hands cupped her breasts, feeling the softer fullness that came with age. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, then moved lower.
Jang Sun-young closed her eyes and let him. She had seen everything in her years as an Ace hostess; nothing surprised her.
She knew he had slept with her daughter. But they were not lovers. It had only been a brief physical encounter.
He took both breasts in his hands again and began to suckle. He licked the nipple slowly, then took it fully into his mouth, sucking rhythmically. His tongue flicked expertly.
Jang Sun-young’s body responded. One hand slid down to find her already wet sex.
The slickness was unmistakable. She was ready.
They stepped out of the shower, water still dripping. They fell onto the bed without drying off.
Kim Namhu spread her legs and pushed inside. He rubbed the head of his cock against her clit, then thrust deep.
A soft moan escaped her.
Her inner walls clenched tightly around him, welcoming the intrusion. She was craving him.
To push her over the edge, he withdrew suddenly and drove back in hard. Her body trembled with the first orgasm.
He continued, driving into her again and again, his movements precise and powerful. Her climax came again and again, faster each time.
The way he moved was impossibly skilled for a man who had once been twenty-one.
That’s why I could trust her with my daughter.
When she reached her limit, he cupped her breasts once more and sucked while thrusting hard. He listened to the symphony of her moans.
Only when she was on the verge of the deepest orgasm did he pull out completely.
“Huh?!”
Jang Sun-young felt empty. The sudden loss left her aching with frustration.
She sat up, pushed him down, and straddled him. She took his cock in her hand and guided it back inside her.
Her hips moved with desperate hunger.
She rode him roughly, slamming down until he disappeared inside her again. The pleasure built once more.
While they made love, Kim Namhu thought of something else.
Is perfect chemistry inherited?
He and Jang Sun-young shared an incredible natural rhythm. No complicated techniques were needed—just deep, powerful thrusts that brought her immense pleasure.
The same had been true with Jang Su-young.
Their lovemaking reached its peak. Jang Sun-young turned around and pressed her wet face against his softening cock. She took him into her mouth, sucking eagerly, licking, until he hardened again.
He flipped her over, entered her from behind, and thrust deep and fast.
A single, violent climax followed.
When it was over, Jang Sun-young fell into a deep sleep.
Kim Namhu sat beside her, watching the clock. It was already past one in the morning.
Today’s sales target had been more than met. Going back to the bar now would be pointless; no new clients would arrive.
Should I just go in and say I’m resting today?
His phone vibrated. A message from Jang Su-young waited.