Power & Sex, and... 08
I held her quietly, waiting for her tears to stop. What did those tears mean? Was it about her harsh reality—having to give her body to an older man just to hold onto her position as the hotshot idol everyone thought she was—or was there another reason?
"Hey, why the waterworks?"
"Uncle, I love you. If I'd met you sooner, I could've given you my pure body."
"You're still pure as they come. I'll hook you up with a really good guy."
After sobbing for a while, Suji flashed a bright smile and kissed me.
"Uncle, I only wanna love you. No other guys for me."
We lay there a bit longer until she sat up, grabbed my hand, and pulled me to my feet. She dragged me into the bathroom, sprayed every inch of me with the showerhead, and started soaping me up. When she lathered my cock and stroked it, the damn thing sprang to life again, throbbing shamelessly.
That shameless beast led to another round with Suji. Sex in the bathroom had its own special thrill, so I bent her over the tub and pounded away, slapping her firm ass. By the time it was beet red and I worried someone might spot my handprints, she finally hit her limit, trembling as she begged, "Please, stop now!" and surrendered. Even if she'd grown up handling client "entertainment," three back-to-back sessions weren't easy for her.
"Oppa, you're a total animal."
"Oppa now, huh? But you shouldn't be doing this stuff with your oppa."
"Heh! I'm gonna do it with you every day from now on. What about it~?"
"Got time for that every day?"
"I live on my own anyway, so I can just come to your place next door."
"Hey, if you move into my officetel, people will talk. You're a star, after all."
"Then you move over here."
"I ain't got the cash for that."
As we chatted and kissed with her in my arms, I felt a chill on my back. Worried she'd catch a cold, I turned on the shower and soaped her up. Her cheeks flushed red—embarrassed, maybe—as she hung her head. I washed her thoroughly, wrapped her in a towel, and took her back to the room to dress her, starting with panties. Naturally, I kissed the hidden valley beneath that dark patch first. She let me handle everything—panties, bra, lingerie. Once I'd slipped on her stockings, hot pants, and shirt, she hugged me tight and pressed her lips to mine.
"Thank you~ You're the first guy who's ever been this sweet to me. I love you, oppa~"
Before leaving, we shared a soft kiss in the entryway and headed out of the hotel. All the way back to Seoul, she pulled my hand onto her lap and stroked the back of it. As we crossed into Mapo-gu from Goyang's edge, my phone rang.
"Yes, Chairman... it's Maru."
"You busy right now?"
"No, sir, nothing urgent. Just on my way back from Goyang with a client for work."
"If it's not inconvenient, can you bring the client and stop by the office?"
"Yes, sir. I'll check with them and come see you if possible."
She hung up and stared at me with wide eyes, wondering what was up.
"It's the man I call my father-in-law. He's also my big patron."
"Who's that?"
"Daesan Group's chairman."
"Whoa? Oppa, is that story for real?"
"Yeah. Why?"
"I did an ad model gig for them last year. The chairman's a total sweetheart."
"What happened? Why'd you stop?"
"The CEO pushed some other girl instead. Sara—you know her?"
"I wouldn't even know you. I barely watch TV."
"Pfft~ Old fogey."
"Wanna come along? What do you think?"
"Sure. If it won't bother the chairman, I'll say hi. Who knows? Maybe he'll like me and book me for the next ad."
I drove her across Seongsan Bridge toward Guro. In the car, I asked her to watch her words and actions so he wouldn't suspect anything between us. She scolded me instead, asking if she looked like a kid who needed babysitting. At the company gate, the security guard saluted when he recognized my car. I pulled up to the entrance, and a guard rushed over for the keys. We took the chairman's private elevator to his office, where his assistant stood and announced my arrival.
"Father, I'm here."
"Come in. Oh, and who's this young lady?"
"Yes, sir. She did Daesan Group's ad model last year. She's an idol singer."
"Hello, Chairman. I'm Suji."
"Ah, Suji! Sorry, I'm getting old."
"No, sir. You must meet so many people. It's fine."
"So, Suji, how've you been?"
"Father, she's unemployed these days. How about using her for Daesan's ad next year?"
"Why are you butting in? You two close?"
"No, sir. Met her twice today on business, but she's sharp. She even poses as my fan to help out with my supporters."
"Is that so? Then she deserves a gift for helping my boy."
Right there, Chairman Lee called in the PR director and ordered him to book Suji as Daesan Group's ad model for next year.
"Chairman, ad models are usually from agency recommendations—that's the custom."
"It's my company; I'll pick my own model. What's her agency?"
"Yes, sir. I'm with SJ Entertainment."
"That a big one?"
"Not major league yet."
"Kim, tomorrow call their CEO. If they push back, tell 'em we're dropping her exclusive and starting our own management company! Out!"
The chairman's firm decision caught the PR guy off guard—he shot me a bewildered glance, bowed, and left. I wondered if I'd overstepped, but it was great for Suji, and her face lit up even more.
"Suji, you're a fan of our Park assemblyman?"
"Yes, sir. Oppa's the best."
"Oppa? When'd you get so chummy?"
"Beats me, sir. Kids these days are all impulse."
"Anyway, having a popular fan like you proves he's got that presidential vibe."
"Aw, Father, what're you saying to a rookie first-termer?"
"I've been thinking of bringing Eun-mi to Seoul. Wanted your take. What do you say?"
"Up to her, but I spend most weeks in Seoul anyway, so it wouldn't be bad."
"Got it. That officetel too cramped?"
"No need for anything fancy when it's just me. I'm good."
"Come on, you're a National Assembly member. Can't have you crashing at our place officially. Anyway, once Eun-mi's in Seoul, I'll find you a house. That's final."
I couldn't argue, so Suji and I left the office. The assistant must've called ahead—the car was idling at the entrance. I bowed thanks to the guards and drove off.
"Oppa, thank you~"
"What for?"
"Thanks to you, I got the ad gig. Daesan main model is like grabbing a star from the sky. Who's this Eun-mi the chairman mentioned?"
"Yeah, his daughter."
"So you and her...?"
"Just helped me big-time in the election. Her late husband was Congressman Hwang, my old boss."
"Wait, so...?"
"So what?"
"You got a thing going with the widow?"
"Watch it. Where to now? Your company?"
"Yeah, drop me at the front. I can call you later, right?"
I pulled up to SJ Entertainment. She kissed my cheek, said "Love you, oppa~," waved, and headed inside.
After dropping her, I went to the Assembly Members' Office Building. Living alone in the officetel meant coming home early to nothing much, and as an assemblyman, I couldn't roam freely—so killing time here was comfier. I called ahead; most aides were still there, so I took them out for dinner. Midway through coffee after, Suji called.
"Oppa, where are you?"
"Coffee shop by the office. Why?"
"Should I come to Yeouido?"
"What's up?"
"Nothing at the office, and home alone sucks."
"Okay. I'll head to Gangnam—meet you there."
I told the aides to head home first and drove south. No point going home to boredom, and staying late at the office burdened them—better to hang with Suji. I called from in front of her building; she came down in different clothes. Daytime hot pants and bouncy vibe gone—now semi-formal, looking like a twenty-something office worker, not a 19-year-old.
"Where to?"
"My place."
"Hey, what if rumors start? Idols like you have fans camping your building."
"Pfft~ We go up separately. Scared? Then your place."
"Mine's a mess. Wanna just drive and get some air?"
"At this hour?"
"Out of town maybe."
"Nah, tired. Just wanna cuddle and sleep in your arms. But no more today—down there's raw, red, and swollen."
"Shouldn't you see a doctor?"
"Are you nuts? Advertise to the world I'm a sex fiend?"