Chaebol Playtime: Hanging Out with Bad Friends
The rules of the strip game An Dong-gyu proposed were ridiculously simple. You start by bidding seed money on the women in an auction. The one who wins can order the recipient to peel off a specific piece of clothing, just like the title says, or make her perform whatever play you desire. If you've got your eye on a particular girl, you can bet straight on her instead of going through the auction. The rules are whatever the guy with the cash says they are. As long as everyone's on board, anything goes.
"Alright, we've got the cash—shall we get this started?"
…….
Swapping a hundred million for stacks of fifty-thousand-won bills made them the perfect size to fit right into a cheap nutrient supplement gift box. This flimsy paper carton that probably cost less than ten grand was stuffed with a hundred million, and the women chased it on pure instinct.
Gulp!
They swallowed hard, their throats bobbing with desperate hunger, standing at rigid attention like soldiers on parade.
"Let's start with whoever's up for ditching their mask first?"
All the girls up front had masks on—probably to add some mystery. Four in black, two in white. Grinning like a wolf at the tasty bitches lined up and waiting, Dong-gyu curled his lip and said, "Simple stuff starts at ten bills. Fifty grand to show your face without the mask?"
Fifty thousand for just pulling down a mask. It should've been tempting as hell, but…
…….
The bitches held firm, resisting the lure. Their bodies twitched, but they agonized over that first bid.
Damn, these rookies are playing it smart?
The reason was obvious. There were still two hundred million more on the table. They figured giving in easy would cheapen their own value—they wanted to jack up their price instead.
"Oh ho, playing hard to get over a single mask? Fine, seventy."
…….
"Ha… They said they picked young ones, but look at 'em acting all high-class? One hundred! I'm not going higher, so if no taker's, we forget it ever happened?"
Dong-gyu laid down the threat. The girls exchanged loaded glances, and then whoosh… one finally yanked her mask down quick as a flash.
It was the fourth from the left, the one decked out in some flashy idol-stage getup. She dropped the mask to the floor—per the rules, no picking it back up—and flashed a shy smile.
Nice quality.
They'd cherry-picked the pretty ones from the start, so a mask on or off didn't make a world of difference. It just meant one less piece of clothing to strip for a million, and a bit less fun peeling layers off the bitches.
"Good, one million to the fourth girl."
Dong-gyu grinned in satisfaction as thud, twenty fifty-thou bills stacked up in front of her. She'd barely ditched a mask and a million was already hers. The room buzzed—had she overplayed her hand by holding out?
"Whoa, blew a million just on a mask. Do-yeon, you wanna try something?"
"Meh…"
I groaned, dipping my hand into the box of cash. Rustling around, I pulled out a bundle of ten one-hundred-thou bills—five million—and slapped it on the table.
"Five mil to the one who drops her panties and shows 'em?"
!!!
Their faces shifted in an instant. Still masked except for one, but they squirmed restlessly, broadcasting their turmoil. Weighing the demand to flash their undies against their own worth.
"Hey, unlike the side action, if it feels off, I pass no sweat?"
…….
"Cool, so you're all just gonna let five mil slip for showing a little panties?"
I dangled and shook the light stack of bills. Whatever we ordered, we were firmly in the dominant position. Give it or not, our call—so I teased it tantalizingly before making like I'd toss it back in the box without a second thought—
"W-wait…!"
Right as the cash was about to vanish, the first schoolgirl uniform chick blurted it out. Her cheeks flushed crimson as she slipped a hand under her skirt, glancing around nervously before hesitantly tugging them down. The panties, pressed into her plump thighs, zigzagged to the floor. She picked them up, her face burning even through the black mask, and showed off her stripped trophy.
"……♥"
Under the lights, they gleamed faintly damp. The pink mood lighting hid the color, but whatever—tension or arousal, the bitch-scent wafted thick in the air.
Cute reaction.
Exposing her privates for five mil. Just panties, sure, but that flushed virgin face on her first play made it worth every penny. I savored her innocent response.
"Ha… you went straight for the pussy, you animal?"
My buddy whispered, 'Fuck, that's hot as hell,' then upped it: "Alright, I'll toss in another stack—anyone wanna stand up front in just her undies?"
The stakes climbed steeper with every exchange.
…….
But even at ten mil, the young bitches didn't budge. Stripping solo to half-naked while everyone else was dressed? Too risky—they racked their brains over the number.
"C'mon, don't play coy—make it easy."
…….
"Fuck, you're killing me…"
Thud. Thud. "Adding another ten—who'll stroke my cock in just her undies?"
Already rock-hard, the bastard flung cash wildly while unzipping. Right in front of everyone, he whipped out his stiff dick. The girls on display flinched, but this wasn't their first rodeo.
"Ha… we're here to have fun, and you flash your junk first thing?"
"Hey, twenty mil for a handjob in undies next to me? Fuck, I'm starving."
He was too far gone to hear me, barreling ahead. Swoosh… Fueled by impatience, the fifth girl in the Dongtan outfit timidly raised her hand. Four five-mil stacks confirmed at her feet—twenty million total—she unzipped the back. Her dress slipped off, skin glowing under the lights, and she shyly settled beside Dong-gyu.
No virgin here; she gripped his shaft naturally and pumped. Slap, slap, slap…
"Ah… ah… fuck. Feels so goddamn good."
With a young bitch jerking him, he threw his head back smugly, kneading her tits freely while enjoying the service.
"If you're like this, why not just bang some bar girls?"
"Shut it. We play how we want. Oh… fuck, fuck…!"
Twenty mil for a handjob from a girl in undies. But like he said, the one with money calls the shots. This is capitalism's world—money's violence rules. No matter how you pretty it up, it's bitches selling sex for cash and bourgeois buyers.
Inflation hit fast, but I kept my pace slow and steady. Pulled two more stacks from the box and set them in front of the panty-less schoolgirl.
"Ah, ahh?"
Her pot now at fifteen mil total, I enjoyed her cute tremble, then: "Hey, ten more if you sit on my thigh?"
"……♥"
No need to ask twice—the nameless uniform girl was already sold on the sum, smiling with her eyes. She coyly turned her head like she was playing hard to get, then fluttered down onto my thigh like a butterfly on a branch.
Perfect fucktoy for a night of fun right there. Instead of dropping trou, I savored the feel first, sliding my hand underneath. Squelch, squelch…♥
"Ah, aaah…♥"
Prime one-night toy. Rubbing her tight, untouched labia, I inhaled her bitch perfume.
You got zero or next-to-no guy experience, right?
Y-yes…♥
So, how much to fuck this sealed virgin pussy all day?
…….
Our whispers barely audible around us. The uniform girl just melted into my arms wordlessly. Too shy to say it aloud? Or too many eyes—either way, she played the demure bitch.
Thud. Thud. Meanwhile, my free hand piled on more cash. One more stack made it twenty; no reaction, so two more for thirty.
Hmm, holding out for premium?
Even for all-day virgin pussy access, thirty was steep. I'd cap at forty, I figured, stacking accordingly—when squeeze! She reacted, clinging tighter to my arm. Panties long gone, she ground her dripping virgin slit against my thigh on her own.
"Th-that should be enough…♥"
Mask down now, tongue peeking out in coquettish tease—the uniform girl signaling satisfaction. I handed over the forty mil; in submission, she even undid a button on her well-worn blouse herself, letting me grope her full, bra-stuffed tits. Begging to be used.
Heh. Picked her for that panty-drop face, and damn, good deal. Nice greed, not too pushy. Squish, squish, squish♥
"Aang, ah…♥ Rubbing it feels so good, Chairman…♥"
The cash-mesmerized bitch now openly pressed her needy crotch into me. Finger-fucking her slit again, she spread her thighs wider on her own, begging to be devoured. Turning bitch-in-heat before the money.
"Whew… Hey, I'm cutting a side deal—this one's mine later?"
Told my buddy I'd snagged a forty-mil fuckbunny, and he shot back, "Pussy line! Gimme fresh pussy quick!"
"Haa… but Chairman, sex is extra—"
"Fuck, twenty more—spread that pussy!"
"But no condom even…♥"
"I'll stuff it with bills!"
Fuming with lust, he snatched cash and jammed it into her cleavage and undies. Capitalism's pinnacle—like unlocking legs with wads of bills. The girl teasing his cock had him on edge; now with her slit spread, he slammed in and bucked.
Chop chop chop chop chop chop chop!
"Ha… fuck, fuck, fuuuuck!"
"Aaaah, Chairman, Chairmaaan…!"
Creeeak creak creak…
The VVIP room echoed with sofa-fucking symphony. Over the girl with bills crammed in her black thong panties, my buddy pounded her pussy relentlessly. Consent bought with cash, raw mating via hip-thrusts alone—the four waiting girls gulped hard. Feigning nonchalance, but staring unfiltered at primal breeding rites clashing with capitalism's cash rule.
"Ung, ang♥ Aaang♥"
With every sloppy shake, bills rained down. All hers, fairly earned, so she spread wider in bliss.
…Totally lost it.
Strip game my ass—he'd gone feral solo. Smart girl probably clocked his impatience, milking him dry. Come to think, bar girls cling hard 'cause of guys like him who dive in headfirst.
"Whew… Looks like he's busy banging, so I'll run the show?"
"♥"
Virgin pussy reserved, I dumped more from the box—sixty mil left in twelve stacks. Eyeing the remaining girls, I tossed one stack each.
"Alright, next round of judging starts now—strip naked."
!
Straight command. Five hundred thou to go full nude right here. Minutes ago, panties fetched that; value crashed. But refusing now? Tough sell.
"One side dropped out, so this is what's left—if you're gonna play pricey now, too late?"
…….
Balance broken; I was the only mark left. Missed chances eyeing each other or pumping value. Thud, rustle… thud.
Five hundred each to their spots—take it or leave it. None refused; better than zilch. They bared shy faces from under masks and started stripping.
Good—time to hunt the next fuckbunny.
Appraising the self-stripped bodies, I licked my chops. Squish squish squish♥
"Ah, aaaah…♥"
Excited, I toyed with the uniform girl's slit like a plaything. Bar girl paid for—ain't the cute, compliant ones the best?
"Next up—"