Reliable Oppa
Two days later, evening at 7 PM. The air in Apgujeong was on another level from the dank basement in Yeonnam-dong. Glittering lights and luxury boutiques lined the streets. I parked my brand-new black sports car right in front of the entrance to the top-tier restaurant, our meeting spot. The valet bowed deeply and opened the door for me.
My body, stepping out, was wrapped flawlessly in a suit worth tens of millions of won, and my gold watch gleamed viciously under the streetlights.
"Sir, we'll escort you to the VIP room inside."
"My guest will be here soon. Bring her straight in when she arrives."
I took a seat in the window-side room as guided by the staff. A bottle of wine worth hundreds of thousands was already set on the table. I leaned back in my chair leisurely and gazed out the window.
A moment later, a neatly dressed woman appeared at the restaurant entrance. It was Jeong Su-jeong. White blouse, navy midi skirt, and subtle pearl earrings. She had that clean, sharp impression that perfectly suited her job as a university hospital nurse. The fresh-faced maknae from seven years ago was still there, but now she exuded the mature allure of a woman.
Su-jeong seemed a bit tense in the restaurant's overwhelming atmosphere, glancing around cautiously as she entered. The staff confirmed my name and led her to the room.
The door slid open with a soft rumble, and Su-jeong stepped in.
"Manager oppa...?"
Her eyes widened upon spotting me. She'd probably expected the scruffy 25-year-old bar manager from her memories, not this stranger oozing confidence from head to toe.
"Long time no see, Su-jeong. Have a seat."
"Whoa... Oppa? Is that really you? I thought you were someone else when I saw you walking in."
Su-jeong sat across from me cautiously, her face breaking into a bright smile. That signature clear-eyed grin of hers. Whether seven years ago or now, her kind smile still had the power to lift anyone's mood. Not like Ji-hee or Ji-hye with their fake tail-wagging; this was pure, genuine joy at reuniting with an old connection.
"Saw on your feed you're working hard at the university hospital. You eating properly?"
I asked gently, and Su-jeong relaxed, chuckling as she nodded.
"It's tough, yeah. Three-shift rotations mean I'm always short on sleep... But it's rewarding. Oppa, they said you really hit it big—your suit, that watch, it's no joke. And that super sleek car at the entrance... that's yours, right?"
"Yeah. Got a bit lucky. Business blew up bigger than I expected."
Instead of bragging, I flashed a warm, affable smile and tilted my wine glass.
"Whoa... Classic oppa. Even back at the bar, I always thought you were so diligent and cool. Congrats for real!"
Su-jeong clapped sincerely, beaming with delight. Her innocent face overlapped weirdly in my mind with Ji-hee from last night, panting like a dog while licking my watch. A face this sweet and pure. She had no idea how I'd rip open her thighs, how I'd smear that prim little face with my cum. All while gazing at me with eyes full of admiration.
This was the taste. Not just straight-up fucking and stomping sluts who begged for it—hoist them to the highest pedestal, then drag them down into the mud.
The staff set up the premium Hanwoo course and left. Su-jeong kept gasping in awe at the beautifully plated dishes. I sliced some meat and quietly placed it on her plate.
"Eat up. Nursing's brutal, right?"
"Thank you... Wow, it just melts in your mouth. First time at a place like this."
I watched her munch away happily, then got to the point. I pulled a thick envelope of cash from my inner pocket and dropped it on the table with a heavy thud.
"What's... this, oppa?"
Su-jeong set down her chopsticks, blinking.
"Business is booming these days. As I was raking it in, I started thinking about our hardworking maknae who used to smile so brightly by my side back at the old bar."
"No, but still..."
"Open it. Can't just buy my little sister a meal and call it even when she's busting her ass."
Su-jeong cautiously peeked inside. It was stuffed with crisp 50,000-won bills.
"Gasp... Oppa, this is way too much...? Looks like ten million won..."
"Yeah. Ten million. Pocket money. Buy some good food, pretty clothes—treat yourself while grinding those three shifts at the hospital."
Su-jeong flinched in shock and shoved the envelope back toward me.
"No, oppa! I have no reason to take this... Your thoughtfulness means the world, but I can't accept it. It's too much money."
As expected. A class above those cheap bitches who snatched it up. I slid the envelope back with a warm smile, letting just a hint of my sharp claws peek through.
"Su-jeong. You gonna ignore oppas sincerity? You need that money bad right now, anyway."
At my final words, her hand froze mid-push. Confusion and suspicion flickered in her neatly composed eyes.
"O-Oppa... How'd you know? I haven't told anyone..."
Alertness flashed in her gaze. Easy to get pegged as a stalker here. I sipped my wine leisurely and pulled out my prepared excuse, all gentlemanly.
"Remember Ji-hye unnie? Ran into her recently. She was worried sick—said your dad's not well, and you're covering his hospital bills."
Ji-hye had never said shit like that to me. But pinning it on "Ji-hye unnie told me" via the VVIP app's intel? Su-jeong swallowed it hook, line, and sinker without a doubt.
"Ah... Ji-hye unnie... I didn't want her worrying that much... I'm so sorry."
Her face paled, then her eyes welled up red. Years of suffering in silence, and now someone knew, reached out—her guard melted completely.
"Nothing to be sorry for. Unnie just mentioned it offhand 'cause she cares. Use this ten million to put out the fire—dad's bills, your overdraft, whatever."
Su-jeong bit her lip hard, then gripped the envelope's edge with trembling hands.
"I'll... pay it back for sure. Really... Oppa, I'm so touched today."
The moment the prideful elite nurse was fully swayed by my "kindness."
Leaving the restaurant, Su-jeong's steps were much lighter than before, her eyes brimming with respect and trust.
The black car I'd valeted pulled up. Eyes sparkling at the sleek body and premium leather scent, she hopped into the passenger seat.
"Whoa! Oppa, you're insane! First time in a passenger seat like this! Feels like I scored a successful oppa for a little sis!"
"Like it? This is oppa for you."
I started the engine, glancing at her beaming face in the rearview.
"Su-jeong. You know my studio's in Yeonnam-dong, right? Got some new cameras there. You always wanted to model for photos. Mood's good today—wanna swing by for a test shoot? I'll capture your pretty side perfectly."
"Whoa, for real? I always wanted to model for your shots! I'm on fire today! Oppa rocks!"
She punched my arm lightly like a kid, thrilled at heading out for fun with her grateful savior-oppa.
The black car zipped through nighttime Apgujeong toward the Yeonnam-dong basement, engine humming cheerfully.
At the familiar alley's end, I parked in front of my studio building. Su-jeong bounded inside like it was home.
"Hurry, oppa! I'm so excited!"
Opening the steel door, the hefty pro camera body and dazzling lights greeted her. She gasped "whoa" and wandered the studio wide-eyed.
Thanks to the ten-million "pocket money" and her boundless trust in me, not a shadow on her face.
"Oppa, this gear is no joke! I always envied photo models on SNS. You gotta hook me up with life-changing shots today!"
"Don't worry. You're so pretty, even sloppy shots would be magazine-worthy."
I smiled softly, setting up the camera. Su-jeong fussed with her hair in the full-length mirror, striking poses, totally hyped.
"But Su-jeong, photos are all about light and fabric texture. That blouse is modest and cute, but through the lens, it might look a bit stuffy."
"Whoa, really?"
"Got some sample outfits in the changing room. Wanna try a comfy one? It'll look way more sophisticated."
"Outfits? Hmm... Trust your eye, oppa. Which one?"
Without a shred of doubt, she grabbed the bundle I pointed to and ducked into the changing room.
As the curtain closed, I slowly wiped the gentlemanly smile from my lips.
I snapped my fingers in the air, activating the VVIP app.
(Silver Collar Fan) University Hospital Elite Nurse's Innocent Photoshoot
The chat exploded in red heat. I stared at the changing room curtain through the lens and lightly pressed the shutter.
"Su-jeong, all changed?"
"One sec, oppa! It's... a bit embarrassing... Hehe. Coming out!"
With a shy laugh, the curtain parted, and Su-jeong stepped out.