Buying Her Soul for Pennies
Morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the studio's blackout curtains, stretching long across the dark leather sofa.
The moment I opened my eyes, my nose was assaulted by the pungent remnants of last night. The sweet stench of whiskey mingled with sweat, and the thick, heavy air was saturated with the cum and pussy juices we'd wrung out all night long.
Jeong Su-jeong, peacefully asleep in my arms, was a total mess—her pale naked body covered in the evidence. Dried, opaque globs of white fluid crusted around her navel and inner thighs, while her soft shoulders and the nape of her neck bore vivid red bite marks from where I'd gnawed at her like a dog.
Looking down at this elite nurse—who usually flashed demure smiles at hospital patients—passed out after shaking her hips under me all night, a twisted sense of conquest surged through my veins.
I propped myself up slightly and pressed a light kiss to Su-jeong's forehead.
"Mmm..."
She scrunched her brow at the ticklish sensation, slowly fluttering her eyes open. Her drowsy gaze took in my face, and then last night's memories crashed over her like a tidal wave—her cheeks flushing crimson in an instant. Su-jeong yanked the damp shirt from the floor off the sofa to cover her tits.
"Sleep well, our little maknae? How was last night? I didn't go too hard on you, did I?"
I grinned slyly as I asked, and she buried her face in the shirt entirely.
"Haa... seriously... Oppa, I must've lost my fucking mind last night... Even with the booze, how could I say all that insane shit... Ah, I'm so embarrassed I could die..."
Her muffled voice from behind the shirt dripped with shame, but there was no hint of pushing me away or resentment. If anything, she was squirming, reliving those filthy memories of begging for my cock and acting like a whore.
"Embarrassed? Nah, you were the fucking best. You have no idea how good you made oppa feel last night."
I gently pried her wrists away from the shirt she clutched so tightly. With her defenses down, her full, heaving tits were back on full display. Without hesitation, I leaned in and devoured her reddened lips.
She flinched at first, pretending to push at my chest, but as my tongue invaded her mouth roughly, she wrapped her arms around my neck and parted her lips sweetly. Her body—tamed all night long—was more honest than her mind.
I kept kissing her, sliding naturally between her thighs and pressing my rock-hard cock against her. Even after pounding her senseless last night, a few strokes of my fingers had her sopping wet and slick inside.
"Ahh! Oppa, wait—morning already...? Hng...!"
"What's wrong? Your pussy's already drooling, begging for oppa's cock."
I aligned my tip with her sloppy entrance and eased in with my weight, not slamming like last night but dragging slowly along her inner walls, savoring how her body heated up with pleasure.
"Haaang... Ah! Oppa... seriously, it's all sloshing inside... feels so weird..."
Su-jeong let out a nasal moan, wrapping her legs around my waist. Her morning shyness vanished in a flash, and she devolved back into last night's horny bitch, bucking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts.
After a sticky morning fuck, I lounged back against the sofa and lit a cigarette. Su-jeong lay with her head on my thigh, panting heavily from exhaustion.
I exhaled a long plume of harsh smoke into the air and grabbed my phone from beside me.
"Su-jeong, read off your bank account number."
She blinked up at me in surprise at the sudden request.
"Huh? Why do you need my account number all of a sudden...?"
"Why? You said you're always scraping by on overdrafts for your dad's hospital bills. Gotta settle your modeling fee from last night."
I played it cool, swiping on my screen in front of her like it was just payment for a photo shoot. But what filled my view was the flashy VVIP app settlement screen.
Live Donations: 700,000,000 won
VOD Sales (Overnight): 100,000,000 won
📈 TOTAL REVENUE: 800,000,000 won
Last night's haul from shattering this prim nurse's mind on live stream: a staggering 700 million won in donations. Plus, while she was passed out, pervs buying the VOD to relive that insane fuck pushed it to 100 million more.
Total: 800 million won.
Just for letting a bunch of hole-peepers ogle and stripping this pretty nurse for a thorough pounding, 800 million landed in my account. I inwardly cheered like a madman.
Fuck yeah. 800-million-won sex. Insane, right? Making bank while fucking hotties—this is peak life.
Of course, I planned to keep the app's live-streaming-and-VOD secret from Su-jeong. If she knew now, shame would make her bolt. I had to corrupt her slowly, until she craved the cash and my cock enough to spread wide for the camera on her own.
"But oppa... I already got 10 million from you last night... That's enough to cover dad's hospital bills this month."
She hugged my leg tentatively as she spoke.
"Told you—that was just an advance. This is your real modeling fee. Plus, I ended up fucking our maknae's brains out, didn't I?"
"Oppa... it's really okay... I liked it too."
"Oppa feels bad and wants to take care of you. No more chit-chat—account number, now."
I pressed firmly, and after hesitating, she murmured her details. I opened my banking app and, without pause, tapped 1 followed by eight zeros before hitting send.
"Sent. Check your account."
"Oppa, seriously... I'm not doing this for the money. Don't get the wrong idea, okay?"
She smiled awkwardly, picking up her phone from beside the sofa. The instant the bank deposit notification popped up, her eyes bulged, nearly dropping the device.
"O-Oppa...? W-what is this? H-how many zeros... Am I seeing this wrong?"
Her voice trembled like aspen leaves. The figure in her account: exactly 100 million won. An amount she'd never even glimpsed despite grueling shifts at the university hospital and dealing with asshole patients.
"Oppa, I can't take this! It was just a few photos—why 100 million? This is too much. I'll send it back right now."
She fumbled for her phone again, opening the transfer screen. The overwhelming weight of 100 million won triggered one last spasm of her elite-nurse conscience.
I snatched her wrist, yanked the phone away, and tossed it aside. Staring heavily into her eyes, I lowered my voice.
"Jeong Su-jeong. If you send that money back to me, don't ever show your face again."
"W-what...? O-Oppa..."
"You said you cried every day at the hospital, wishing you were dead. Oppa wants to save your life, sharing the proceeds from my legit art project. Rejecting it is like throwing my sincerity in the trash."
"But..."
"Wanna cling to your pride and let dad's bills pile up on overdrafts again? Or take oppas money and live easy?"
My mix of threat and gaslighting hit home—her eyes welled up red in seconds. My "never see you again" warning terrified her more than anything. To this girl with nowhere to turn, I was last night's sole savior—and the absolute master who'd claimed every inch of her.
She clutched her face with trembling hands and burst into loud sobs.
"Hwaaaang... Oppa... Sniff, why are you so good to me... What would I have done without you..."
On her knees, she hugged my waist tight, rubbing her tear-streaked face against my navel. In one night, she'd fallen into delusion, thanking the man who'd shredded her body and soul as her life's redeemer.
The moment I owned her spirit completely with a measly 100 million.
I stroked her crying head, swallowing a silent laugh.
"Don't cry. Oppa said he'd take responsibility. Just obey oppa from now on. Got it?"
"Y-yes... Yes, hng... I'll do whatever oppa says... Anything..."
She nodded fervently, face soaked in tears.
I sent the drained Su-jeong to the bathroom for a quick wash-up, then called the fanciest premium taxi. As she stumbled out the studio door—legs still wobbly—her grip on her phone was ironclad, fueled by the addictive taste of capital.
Confirming the taxi vanish through the window, I settled back at the studio bar counter.
I opened the VVIP app to check my pure profit after the 100 million to Su-jeong: 700 million won. Added to my prior earnings, it was overflowing.
Staring at the parade of zeros, I downed the last of the whiskey in one gulp. With Yang Ji-hye and that slut Lee Ji-hee already hooked, I'd perfectly caged the diligent nurse Jeong Su-jeong in my tank too.
Who next? Which smug bitch's shell to strip and toss to these beasts? In this Yeonnam-dong basement reeking of cash and cum, my mad art was just hitting its stride.