Ten Million for VIP
Kim Seoa. Same age as me—twenty-nine. My high school crush, and the girl who'd once tried to sell me insurance. Now we had a sexual history, and she was so thoroughly whipped that she'd film herself masturbating and send me the videos.
When Shin Iseol asked who she was, only a couple of keywords came to mind. First love. Phone sex… No matter how hard I thought about it, there was zero connection between those two words.
I mumbled something about her being a high school classmate and left it at that. Then, to change the subject, I asked the question I'd been wanting to ask all along.
"How do I go about applying for VIP status?"
I flicked the credit card between my fingers. Kim Seoa had handed me her card with no limit on the amount, so as long as we were doing this, I might as well run up a big charge and lock in that VIP.
"VIP requires a recommendation. Otherwise, you have to spend over a certain amount."
"Ah. So if you get a recommendation, you can become a VIP right away without hitting that spending threshold?"
"That's right. But the amount is pretty steep."
I went over to Kim Seoa, who was sitting a ways off with her feet in a foot bath.
"Seoa, how much can I put on this?"
"Huh? Uh… installments are okay, right?"
"Yeah, of course."
"Th-then… I don't know. Around five million? Wait, how much do you actually need?"
"Five million? With five million you can forget about VIP. And the regular massage rooms mostly have two beds each and are pretty open. Didn't you want a VIP room?"
My tone was loaded with intent, and Kim Seoa lifted her chin from where it had been hanging low.
"You're saying five million is a small amount? Hwaang… My car payment every month is already killing me… S-so how much do I need?"
"For VIP?"
I hadn't heard the number from Shin Iseol, but I figured I could squeeze as much as possible out of this. Honestly, five million might have been enough, but I was bluffing a little.
Kim Seoa's face was pure dilemma. The money was a burden, but she wanted my massage.
Her legs had probably been aching for it since last night. After she'd sent me that masturbation video and I'd told her to come to our shop first thing tomorrow, the look on her face had been like she'd won the lottery.
Well, a lot of my bad feelings toward her had faded once she'd spread her legs for me. But business was business. I needed to make money here, and my standing at the shop mattered. How much I charged would change how Choi Wonjae and Shin Iseol looked at me.
Besides, Kim Seoa was the woman who'd once hurt me badly. The last incident had softened some of that resentment, but it hadn't erased it completely.
"Around ten million won?"
"What…? Ten million?"
"I'm serious. Someone who signed up with me recently paid twenty million and left."
Not a single lie in that. Which made it all the easier to say with a straight face. Cake was cake. Money was money.
Kim Seoa must have been desperate, because she glanced toward the counter and whispered,
"Hey, I'm really struggling. Isn't ten million a bit much?"
"That's just how VIP works. Normally you only get in on the director's recommendation, but I'm doing it for ten million because you're my acquaintance. Look, I don't know the details, but if you want hotel VIP status somewhere, you have to keep going to that hotel for a long time. Ten million would get spent easily."
"Th-that is true, but…"
"Fine. If you don't want to, we'll just do five million. Not much I can do about it."
When I took the credit card and started heading back to the counter, Kim Seoa frantically grabbed my sleeve from behind.
"J-Junhyun…"
"Yeah?"
"Just charge the ten million. But put it on a long installment plan. Like six months. Please."
A grin spread across my face.
Please, huh.
It reminded me of when she'd spread her legs in an M-shape at my place and said, "Wanna do it?"
"Oh~ You sure you're okay with that? Isn't that overpaying? If it's really too much, you don't have to."
"Yeah. It's fine."
"Okay. I'll go settle it right now."
I went to the counter, handed Shin Iseol the card, and said,
"She wants ten million on a six-month installment plan. Please make her a VIP."
"T-ten million? Well, the cumulative spending for VIP is around that much, but the time period usually matters too. Still, if someone's dropping ten million in a single day, the director probably won't say anything. I'll approve it under my manager authority and get post-confirmation."
"Thank you. As expected of the manager…"
"Oh, what's with the flattery all of a sudden? You never talk like that."
Shin Iseol waved me off like it was nothing.
Kim Seoa had been watching us laugh and chat, and her expression was something else. She was looking at me with desperately yearning eyes.
Shin Iseol wasn't the type to miss that.
"But who is she really? The way she looks at you, and dropping ten million in one go… Looking at her age, if she's paying ten million, you two aren't just ordinary acquaintances."
"She's really just a high school classmate."
"Aha, so that 'almost something' you mentioned earlier is her."
"…Absolutely not."
"Pfft… So it isn't a clean no after all. You shot that down so hard I almost believed you."
"Manager, I really can't lie about things like that."
"Okay, okay. Got it~ All right, payment's done. I've upgraded her to VIP. I also booked one session under today's date, so you can start right away."
I took the card back, returned it to Kim Seoa, and showed her the receipt.
"Six-month installments are set, and since you're VIP now, you can get massaged in the VIP room. Are your feet warm?"
"Y-yeah. Warm and nice."
"I'll rub your feet later. Go wait where the manager shows you."
"Okay! Th-thanks."
Damn.
After "Wanna do it?" and "Please," I'd now gotten a "Thanks" out of her too.
Had she really turned over a new leaf? The old Kim Seoa with zero manners was gone.
But thinking about it, she was still a sly, calculating little thing. If she could change this much before and after a massage, just how had she treated me all that time?
I had to rein in this strange mix of happiness and boiling resentment.
Anyway. Mission: sex.
"Oh, and one more thing."
"Huh?"
"Watching you yesterday got me so turned on I couldn't stand it."
"…Ah…"
Kim Seoa looked like she had something to say but was holding it back. At this distance, there was no way Shin Iseol could hear us.
Without thinking, I found her endearing and stroked her hair once.
As soon as I was ready, I entered the VIP room where Kim Seoa was waiting.
Whether she'd sprayed perfume when she changed or showered before leaving, her sweet, subtle scent filled the room.
I pulled back the partition and found Kim Seoa lying face-down on the bed, completely naked. She'd always had a pretty big chest. That was why the side-boob spilling out caught my eye immediately. The towel half-covering her butt looked like Shin Iseol's handiwork. But for sure… her butt was small. Really small.
When we'd done it doggy-style before, I'd been too excited about actually having sex to notice. Seeing it up close in person, rather than on video, the flatness was unmistakable. Which meant her butt complex was the real deal.
"J-Junhyun? Is that you?"
"Yeah. I'm here."
"You came in and didn't say anything… I thought it was someone else and freaked out."
"Hahaha. Then lift your head for a sec and check. You don't have to keep your face buried in there like that."
"Aha. Ah… but I don't want to lift it right now…"
"Why? Embarrassed? At this point?"
I coated my hands with oil as I spoke.
"I'm starting the massage. If anything hurts or you want me to work a certain spot, just say so."
"Okay."
And right away I poured oil onto her butt.
"Hah! Oh, that's warm…"
"Yeah. Feels different from when we did it at my place, right?"
Then I trailed the oil upward along her erector spinae.
"Ha, haahng!"
"Hey, if you're already moaning like that, what am I supposed to do?"
"S-sorry…"
I swept my hands across her lower back, catching the oil that had been applied so generously it was dripping. That smooth sensation. Considering the last woman I'd massaged was Lee Mikyeong in her fifties, Kim Seoa's still-twenties skin was incomparably soft and tender. And every time my hands touched her, she reacted like a live fish on a cutting board, with those Japanese AV-style moans spilling out from under the bed.
"Hnnngh…"
"Feel good?"
"Yeah… do more."
In my mind I'd already gone way past insertion, but not yet. Barely suppressing how turned on I was, I took a closer look around Kim Seoa's butt. The Purple Spot I'd seen in the video wasn't there. The unique thing about purple spots was that they stayed invisible until you pressed a certain area, at which point they revealed their vivid color.
So where was the trigger? I couldn't know for sure. But I could make an educated guess.
When Kim Seoa had filmed herself masturbating for me, she'd had her hand down by her crotch.
Which meant this was going to be a fairly advanced operation.
Even if Kim Seoa was a done deal, if I wanted to keep enjoying her for a long time, storytelling was essential. Jin Ayoung had taught me that during car sex—women put huge weight on foreplay. And that didn't necessarily mean caressing nipples or genitals. Atmosphere. Above all else, atmosphere was what mattered.
I was the studious type. About other things, maybe not, but at least when it came to sex.
I couldn't just shove my hand into her crotch out of nowhere.
I rode the curve of her slender waist, rubbing continuously as I worked my way down little by little. Two trails of hands descending from her waist toward her butt in a fork. Stroking, stroking, a little lower. Lower still.
"I'm taking the towel off."
"Huh?"
"It's in the way. We did this before too."
I didn't wait for an answer before yanking the towel away.
"O-okay…"
Act first, answer later. I grabbed a handful of her butt cheek and kneaded it in circles. Her cleft spread open, and her second hole puckered and flexed.
"Hnnn…"
Kim Seoa realized her lewd valley was completely exposed. And with me staring directly at the part she had a complex about, anxiety must have set in, because she started asking questions.
"Um. My butt's pretty pathetic, right?"
I bit down hard on the bait she'd thrown.
"Hmm, a little? But today I'm going to give you a special massage."
"What does that mean? A special massage?"
"Yeah. This is an extremely rare technique. Once I'm done, you'll look at yourself and wonder if your butt was always this round and full."
"Really? What is it…"
"But the feel is actually great. Nice and springy. And this part is really pretty too."
I casually slipped my hand into the cleft, pretending to oil it up, and wet the area around her anus.
"Euh, euhht! Th-that part is pretty?"
"Yeah. You didn't know? Be honest with me. When you showered at home before coming out, you carefully cleaned this area, didn't you."
"Ah, what… Don't say weird things…"
Weird? The area around the hole was clean, and it looked like she'd even trimmed every last stray hair. Last time I'd seen her in the bathroom, there had been a few little hairs here and there without her realizing.
And honestly, the fact that she'd prepared so carefully was kind of cute.
And I wasn't just saying it to flatter her—Kim Seoa's there was clean and pretty enough that the wrinkles radiating outward had a pinkish glow. Even knowing it was a dirty place, it looked so appetizing as it clenched and opened that I wanted to put my tongue on it and lick.
Had it been puckering like that every time my hands touched her until now?
I'd seen anal sex in porn before. Not really my thing, but I was curious. According to my friends, it was the kind of thing that really split people into love-it-or-hate-it camps.
"Spread your legs a bit."
At my words, Kim Seoa immediately spread her legs like an automatic door with a sensitive sensor.
Her oil-slicked crotch was a genuine spectacle. The sultry atmosphere was more or less set. From a woman's perspective it might not have been enough, but I'd hit my limit. When that familiar pussy I'd pounded so hard last time greeted me, I impulsively shoved my hand down beneath it.
Between the mat and her clit.
The moment I slipped my hand into that lewd valley, soft pubic hair brushed my fingers.
"Euaah… You went in so suddenly I jumped."
That was almost the best textbook-reading reaction since "Wow. You've flipped the stage upside down."
As I worked my hand in and out of that area, rubbing and kneading, a purple blotch began to quietly reveal itself on the flesh beneath her butt.
Today, maybe I'd pick a fully ripened fruit.