Chapter 110

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 110

Chapter Title: Obedient Ecstasy and Stock Surge

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A-young was an incredible woman. She had it all—personality, looks, talent—the ultimate role model everyone dreamed of becoming.

In a short time, she'd risen to become a major streamer, her YouTube channel was exploding in popularity, and she'd raked in enough cash to retire without a worry in the world.

And this A-young obeyed his every command without question. Squat if he said squat, masturbate if he said touch herself, lick if he said lick.

'Do A-young's fans have any clue? That she's not just pretty and talented, but sexy as hell and totally submissive? That I'm fucking her brains out every day?'

His pride as a man swelled.

His confidence as a guy skyrocketed.

He was insanely turned on. Jin-seong let out a hot snort. His cock was drooling precum like crazy.

"Don't let your posture slip."

"Lick... Yes... Master..."

Her legs trembled finely.

Squatting there, fingering herself while licking his cock—it was exhausting. She looked like she might collapse any second.

"Who told you to brace on the floor with your hand? One hand for your pussy, the other behind your back."

"Lick... Yes... Sorry, Master..."

Choi A-young tucked her left hand behind her back and rubbed her clit with her right.

"That's it. Good girl. You're doing great."

He praised her, stroking her hair.

"Haah...! Ahng...!"

Drip. Drip drip.

She was wildly aroused by the submission and praise. A gush of squirt erupted. The floor was soaked.

"No. Stop. No more touching."

"Hands off. Both behind your back."

"Ahh..."

Choi A-young didn't want to pull her hand away from her pussy. She wanted to keep rubbing. She wanted to cum.

But with a sigh, she removed her hand. Both went behind her back. She kept licking his cock.

"Please... let me cum..."

"No. Fix your posture."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

She'd been right on the edge. A little more rubbing and she'd have climaxed. Desperate, she looked up at Jin-seong.

Lick-!

Lick-!

"Please... let me cum..."

"You wanna cum that bad?"

Lick-!

"Yes... I wanna cum so bad..."

"Keep your posture perfect, suck my cock with your mouth till I cum, and I'll let you as a reward."

Choi A-young nodded.

She stopped licking and took his cock deep into her mouth.

"Ngh, that's it. Good suction. Feels amazing."

A-young's mouth was soft and wet—pure bliss. Her tongue work made his cock melt.

"Haa... Where should I cum?"

"In my pussy... I'll take it in my pussy..."

"Ugh... Got it. Stick out your ass."

Choi A-young braced her hands on the sofa and presented her ass. Her aching legs felt alive again.

Squish! Thud! Squish! Thud!

He slammed into her pussy, thrusting wildly.

"Urk!"

He unloaded deep inside her with satisfying force.

"Squat again."

"Haah... Hng... Yes... Master..."

Choi A-young squatted down.

"You can touch yourself now."

The moment permission came, she shoved two fingers into her pussy.

Drip— Drip— Driiiip—

Cum and juices mixed into frothy bubbles.

Thick cum foam dripped onto the floor and her thighs.

"Kyaaah!"

Choi A-young convulsed. Another squirt exploded. The floor was a mess of cum and fluids.

Thud.

She collapsed to the floor. Panting roughly, her whole body shook violently. Her eyes rolled back halfway.

Jin-seong scooped her up effortlessly. He carried her princess-style to the bed.

He spread her legs. Mating press position. He pounded mercilessly.

"Ahng... Master... stop... too much stimulation... haa... ahng... haang... it's too intense... stop... ahng..."

He didn't stop. He was too fired up for mercy. It felt insanely good.

Squelch-! Squelch-!

After a while, he came on her face. Her cute features were coated in thick white semen.

"Haa..."

Choi A-young flopped like a fish out of water, then went limp. Her tongue lolled out.

He buried his face in her soft breasts and sucked her nipples with his tongue.

"I love you."

"Heuu..."

Choi A-young couldn't respond. She'd lost count of her orgasms. Lost count of seeing stars.

About five minutes later.

"Oppa..."

Choi A-young slipped from his arms and took his cock in her mouth. She cleaned the cum-and-juice-covered shaft.

The way she gazed at his cock was pure, lovestruck girl—nothing more, nothing less.

"Haa... Oppa... my body's got no strength left."

"Feel good?"

"So much. It was really, really good. Pure bliss."

"Me too. Your body's delicious. The best."

They kissed. Hugged. Eyes closed, savoring each other's warmth.

"Oppa, you're really amazing."

"...?"

"So stylish, great at investing, and sex god."

"Thanks."

Praise could make even a whale dance.

Her words lifted his mood.

His male ego pierced the sky.

"You made ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠over 10 billion, right?"

"Yeah."

"Jackpot. You're a real rich guy now."

"You've made a ton too."

"Hehe. True. Thanks to my Jin-seong oppa."

Choi A-young grinned brightly, pondering 'What if I hadn't met oppa?'

She'd probably have been stressed out over money.

Never discovered her talent as a gaming streamer.

Hell, she might've even been raped and murdered by that stalker.

Everything turned around after meeting oppa.

"Oppa, you're like a bountiful tree to me. Filling my life with positivity."

Mwah.

Her cute lips pressed his cheek.

"What's your goal, oppa?"

"Successful businessman."

Jin-seong wanted to scout, nurture, and make talented good people succeed—to earn that title.

"Hehe, cool goal. You can totally do it."

"Thanks."

Mwah. Mwah.

A-young peppered his cheek with kisses.

"What about you? What's your goal now?"

"Rank 1. Pajjeon-ko's number one right now? I'll surpass him."

Choi A-young recalled her lane matchups with Pajjeon-ko. She never lost to the physical monster.

"After that? Once you're number one?"

"Dunno? Hold onto first? Top other games? Not sure."

"Find what you love. I'll support and cheer whatever it is."

"Thanks."

Choi A-young beamed. She hugged his neck, kissing his cheek over and over.

A-young's favorability rose.

Hit 80.

Delivery arrived—Chinese. They devoured jjajangmyeon and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠tangsuyuk in robes. Delicious.

"Whoa—this place is killer."

"So good!"

"Honestly, better than steak at a fancy restaurant, right? Delivery jjajangmyeon hits different."

"Totally agree. But oppa's beef jjapaghetti is even better."

"Cook it tomorrow?"

"Yes!!"

"Get excited. I'll make enough that we'll eat till we drop."

They finished eating.

"On your knees."

They fucked again.

He fired up the NH Securities app.

Checked his balance.

Pure Cosmetics stock shot up the moment the market opened.

Shares bought at 4,000 KRW had soared past 20,000 KRW.

Yesterday's close left him at 12.55 billion. Now, 13.5 billion overnight.

A cool 1 billion gain.

'Madness.'

Pure Cosmetics stock was pure mania. Nothing more, nothing less. Fueled by hype and greed.

'Sell? Tomorrow? It feels like it'll keep climbing.'

Seemed endless. At least 10x more.

'Nah. Greed. Sell now. Best to cash out at the peak.'

He shook his head.

'I've eaten plenty. Stuffed full. Gotta know when to stop.'

Moderation in all things. Excess greed leads to ruin.

He resisted temptation, closed his eyes, and sold. Every last share.

Final amount.

A call from A-young. Endless thanks. They set a meetup later.

Hung up.

Checked balance.

'What to do with this cash?'

13.4567 billion KRW. Ideas?

'10 bil for reinvesting.'

Left: 3.4567 bil.

'2 bil for business capital.'

Left: 1.4567 bil.

'Rest for me and those around me.'

Headed to the office for a meeting, then the studio.

Lee Hyun-woo was tweaking tteokbokki, fritters, broth—sweat beading on his forehead.