23. Dangerous Celebration Party with the Kid Mom
“Cheers.”
“Cheers!”
The hotel suite room I'd entered for the first time in my life. It was a ridiculous rip-off designed to sell middle-class fantasies—500 bucks blown for just one night—but today, I let myself indulge fully. And this whole thing was on him.
“You look like you're in a good mood.”
We clinked our crystal wine glasses, but she barely sipped, just swirling it to savor the aroma—she didn't seem to enjoy alcohol much. Sitting across from me, she gazed into my eyes, occasionally glancing out at the night view beyond the window.
“Of course I am... gulp♥”
If she wasn't going to enjoy it, I'd pour it all down my own throat. I chugged the premium vintage wine until the buzz hit hard, letting a little dribble from the corner of my mouth.
Clink! It was the best day ever, so I didn't care. I slammed the glass down on the mood-lit table like it was a shot of rice liquor, then said, “In just a few months, 5.7 billion won. 5.7 billion! ...hic.”
5.7 billion won. All pure profit from crypto. My initial 400 million seed money had ballooned dozens of times over, handing me more cash than a lifetime of backbreaking work could earn. And it was all clean—no deductions. Sure, exchanges took fees, but with no solid laws yet on the scams rampant in crypto, no taxes either. It was enough to live off forever, rolling straight into my account like a vine-wrapped treasure.
“I'm happy seeing you so thrilled, Su-a.”
She smiled leisurely, chiming in supportively.
...She says it like this is everyday stuff.
She didn't seem all that excited, probably because to this guy, a few billion was pocket change. Cha Do-yeon, the spoiled son of the Hwaryeong Group. Twenty-three—no, turning twenty-four this year? Anyway, “spoiled punk” used to be his constant tagline. I'd doubted it at first meeting, but soon that doubt turned to faith. I'd trusted him implicitly, handled the cleanup he asked for, and 5.7 billion dropped from the sky.
All thanks to a dog-faced meme coin exploding tenfold. “Dogecoin,” some weird foreign coin linked to an eccentric. Skipping the details, hype and speculative frenzy let me cash in big. Do-yeon had anticipated the madness, gotten in early, and tipped me off on the perfect sell point.
Does he really read the future...?
The insane performance of the company he backed afterward only deepened the mystery. Maybe he'd died and reincarnated from the past—who knows. But I'd profited, so fine by me.
“...Celebrating the windfall with an expensive hotel and pricey wine.”
“?”
As I refilled her crystal glass with a glug-glug-glug, Do-yeon muttered. He flicked the glass dismissively, like it bored him, and tossed out a new topic.
“What's next? Flashy sports cars, designer bags, a lazy vacation for life?”
“......Pardon?”
“Or move abroad to some safe spot, live quietly—or flaunt your wealth ostentatiously?”
I'd wondered what he meant; turns out he was prying into my personal future plans, a bit snidely. I set my glass down coolly and replied.
“What's wrong with that... can't I?”
“No, just sounds like the classic rags-to-riches trope.”
My eyes narrowed further. “...If I may be so bold, aren't you living that life too, President? Driving luxury imports, banging women in your mansion with money...”
“Yeah, back then I was a monkey in every way but the drugs,” he admitted flatly. “But playing loose with cash got boring. Found something more fun.”
“......Something more fun?”
“Tried everything—turns out, staying busy like this isn't bad. Plus, now I've got life goals worth chasing.”
“From my view, you've already succeeded wildly... Is there even higher to climb?”
“Wanna hear?”
Like he'd been waiting, HR's president shot up from his chair. He strode over with his long legs, bending close to whisper right in my ear—though we were alone anyway.
First time spilling this—listen up.
......
Gulp♥ He leaned in conspiratorially, sharing secrets like lovers. I didn't hate his style of making you feel special. Then, “..........................What!?”
I jolted at the ticklish whisper. Sounded like nonsense, but when I turned, Do-yeon just grinned. He'd dropped a bombshell and didn't backpedal as a joke.
“Wait. You really think... that's possible?”
“Challenge it or don't—your call. Just do it.”
“Even so...”
“If you see it as a 'what if,' rethink. Would you have believed, before meeting me, you could bag 5.7 billion overnight?”
“......”
True enough. He'd pulled off the impossible like cool broth. That's why I trusted him.
“......That's a scale I can't even imagine.”
“Just do it. Not like there's zero precedent or role models.”
“Pull it off, and you'd be one of Earth's greatest figures.”
Fine, I'd gotten my promised cut—deal done, time to—
“Why talk like it's someone else's story?”
“Pardon? —Hah!?”
His question tensed my voice unwittingly, gravelly. Then a warm palm slid up my back, spine prickling.
Gulp...! Swallowing alcohol-slick saliva, he pressed closer. I wore an evening dress with a choker neckline; his hand crept in, grabbing my breast. He licked my ear wetly, whispering sweetly.
“We've come this far—we're not 'others' anymore, right?”
“......♥”
“To me, you and I are more than shipmates—we're in it together.”
“Ah, aaah...♥”
Squeeze♥ He groped me freely now, like I was his. The dress cupped my chest—no bra—so his fingers teased my nipples easily. Straight into adult time, reeking of booze.
Of course he wants this...♥
Rumors aside, his hypersexuality rang true. Hands out for any woman he fancied. I didn't mind—would've been disappointed if he hadn't pushed. He was amazing at sex♥
“Mm... President, I'm a kid mom... and the deal's done now.”
“No heartless talk—we haven't tasted tonight's feast yet.”
“No... your hand's too deep—ungh♥”
He hiked my seated skirt, slipping his hand inside. Urgent like ravishment.
Squeeze♥ 'Ah, aaah♥ Feels so good...'
Rubbing my labia to arousal, tugging my swollen clit. “Kid mom” seemed to excite him more. Like in his office before, married-mom talk revved him up. He huffed hotly, like claiming stolen goods.
“Hubby's still clueless?”
“Haa... As I said before, he's busy with the kids...... hnng♥”
“Poor thing. No matter how busy family life's, a husband should guard his pussy properly to keep it from straying.”
“Ah...! Haaaang♥”
Squish, squish♥ Fingers plunged into my panties at the perfect moment. Thrust deep, swirling blissfully, prodding with his trimmed middle finger.
Leads so well...♥
Dopamine surged from this suspiciously skilled young stud's orgasmic touch. I'd learned it from our last fuck. Excusing it for family, deep down I loved offering my pussy to this prime male. Youthful thrill and risky spice.
“Hawp, nn... hawp, slower...♥”
His handsome face neared; instinctively, I stuck out my tongue. Boozy breath filled my mouth, but he didn't care—sucked my soft tongue, gulping my saliva like liquor. His pants tented hard from the kiss. Overwhelmed by his predatory male drive, I drowned in the thrill of being taken.
“Whew... Mom's slaving for cash like this—hubby needs proper punishment.”
“Puh...?”
No more words—he shed his suit bit by bit, preparing. Shh...'In the way...♥'
Buzzed and hazy, I timed it right, slipping off my flimsy undies. The wine-red evening dress just needed hiking, so I left it; panty-less, Do-yeon finished stripping and offered something.
“......What's this?”
“Ah~ was a pain to get.”
Casual banmal as the mood thickened. But the pill-shaped thing mattered more.
“Some... supplement before we do it?”
“Nah, ovulation inducer for women.”
“?!”
Sobriety hit like a slap. Insane—dangerous just hearing it. But he tapped the case casually.
“Hubby's the fuckup. This punishes him for poor housekeeping—not you, Su-a.”
“B-but even so...!”
“Aw, come on.”
To my fluster, he closed in warmer. Drawers down between my legs, he stood nude and perfect, pressing his raging♥ cock against me. Precum-slick glans soiled my dress as he murmured.
If it leaks, I won't leave you hanging, right?
......♥
As I said, all my women fit my plans.
Tempting with danger. Reassuring stud vibes.
Pregnancy...♥
Logically sound. With his wealth and power, laughable worries. Thump-thump-thump♥ More than that, affection and trust bloomed in my chest. He'd made me rich, called me a true “partner” to the end—touchingly so.
Thus, gulp...!
“Oho.”
I took the pill, downed it with wine. Boozy haze erased doubts as I swallowed big, gazing up with heated breath.
Healthy stud, risky sex...♥
By now, I didn't want brakes. My pussy throbbed, eager to see how far with this ambitious man.
He smirked. Squeeze, squeeze♥ Seeing me swallow, Do-yeon grinned wider, thrusting his fully erect monstrous club forward. Aimed at my womb, he hiked the dress, fingers delving my hidden slit thickly, whispering.
“Then, shall we start a full day of dangerous mating with the cute kid mom?”
“......♥”
Insanely arousing. Chaebol son... superior stallion breeding sex. Couldn't resist. Spreading for a better male, bearing his offspring—pure female instinct. Unstoppable.