Two Weeks of Savage Capital Surge
Those past two weeks had turned my Yeonnam-dong basement into a massive furnace of raw desire. It was a montage of pleasure as I raced toward asset growth, grinding the three women relentlessly.
Mondays and Tuesdays were always Yang Ji-hye's nights. The title of bride-to-be on the verge of marriage was the perfect cheat code for mercilessly ripping open the VVIP brothers' wallets. Ji-hye had become a flawless whore who'd hurled any shred of shame into Andromeda.
"Oppa... I went to a wedding buffet tasting today... I'm so full, I need you to stuff my lower mouth instead..."
One day, I made her shake her ass with a wedding invitation sample clenched in her teeth. Another, fresh from her white wedding dress fitting, I laid her down and pounded her senseless while shredding the veil. The biggest hit was her swallowing my cum while taking a call from her fiancé. Every time that sweet husband's voice came through the receiver, her pussy walls clenched my cock like mad. Her hole, now too loose for her average fiancé's dick, had utterly devolved into my plaything.
Wednesdays and Thursdays belonged to the social media goddess, Lee Ji-hee, punching in for duty. Having tasted 100 million won, she'd transcended capitalism's slave to become a monster.
"Goodnight everyone. Chilling at home with a face mask tonight. Hearts."
Ji-hee gasped with my cock buried in her pussy, out of camera frame, while posting a fresh-faced selfie on her SNS. She screamed in ecstasy beneath me as fans' innocent comments rolled in real-time.
"Ahhng! Oppa, I just hit a thousand likes...! Fuck me harder!"
The thrill of deceiving her tens of thousands of followers set her cheap cunt ablaze. The VVIP app chat exploded with cash bombs demanding to see that slut's hole get wrecked. Ji-hee had turned full masochist, openly begging for donation missions and loving every sadistic second.
And Fridays through Saturdays. The weekend finale starred the demure angel in white, Jeong Su-jeong. Crushed by the massive sum that saved her soul, Su-jeong had abandoned all pride as an elite hospital nurse. Straight from work, she'd rush to the basement still in her crisp uniform.
"Patient-nim. Where would you like today's treatment?"
Rubbing her stethoscope against my chest while draped around my neck—it was pure corruption incarnate.
That's how we fucked like animals for two weeks straight, raking in the cash. Then, on the second Saturday night, after a brutal fuck session, as Su-jeong caught her breath in my arms, I decided it was time to face the truth. She needed to hatch fully, like Ji-hye and Ji-hee, to become my lifelong exclusive slave.
I flicked on the tablet by the bed and shoved the screen in her face.
"Su-jeong-ah, take a look at this."
"Huh? What's th—"
Su-jeong's eyes rapidly scanned the VVIP app's archived footage, the insane donation logs, and the sleazy chat history. There she was, seconds ago, sucking my cock in her nurse uniform while shaking her ass—captured in vivid detail. Anonymous users showered her every move with vulgar commentary and cash.
Su-jeong gasped, sucking in air.
"O... Oppa? What... what the hell is this? Are you filming me right now? Streaming...?"
Her voice trembled like aspen leaves. She yanked the blanket to cover her sweat-slicked naked body, staring at me in disbelief.
"Yeah. VIP bros pay top dollar to watch you pant under me. Thanks to you, donations poured in sweet tonight."
I replied casually, grabbing a cigarette from the table and lighting up.
"N-no... No way. How could you do this to me, oppa! You said it was just private photo shoots! Art! I trusted you and did everything!"
Su-jeong's face drained white with betrayal and shame, bursting into sobs. The grateful prince on a white horse who'd saved her life had sold her to thousands of voyeurs—a ruthless pimp.
Her hands clutched the blanket, shaking violently. I exhaled a long plume of smoke, staring down at her coldly.
"Su-jeong-ah. Crying's fine, but let's do the math first, no emotions. Know how much you've taken from me these two weeks?"
She tried blocking her ears amid sobs, but my voice hammered her eardrums mercilessly.
"Day one: 100 million. Plus model fees every visit. Paid off your dad's surgery backlog in one go, upgraded to VIP room. Cleared your minus bank account. Total? Over 10 billion. 10 billion."
Su-jeong's sobbing shoulders froze. 10 billion. An elite university hospital nurse could slave away shifts forever and never touch that sum—debt would bury her first.
"Did I force you? You briefed me yourself: 'I'll milk the patient's cum.' Begged for my monster cock."
"Th-that's... because I love you..."
"You shook your ass under me out of gratitude for earning your dad's hospital bills. You're a perfect whore who knows the taste of money and cock. Don't cosplay innocent victim now."
"Hic... N-no... I just..."
"Choose. Dress and leave, crawl back to debt hell as the poor nurse. Cough up 10 billion and fuck off. Or admit it clean, spread your legs under me forever, earning cash."
Trapped in my gaslighting snare, Su-jeong knew she had no normal life left—and no way to repay 10 billion. Worst, the app footage showed her lost in ecstasy, howling like a beast—undeniable proof.
After choking sobs, she surrendered, letting the blanket slip. Tears and snot streaking her face, she crawled over, rubbing her cheek on my pant leg in desperate plea.
"Hic... Oppa... no, Master... I was wrong... Don't throw me away... I can't repay the money... I'll do anything you say... Sell my body here forever... Please..."
The third target's last pride shattered. Total victory—fully owned and tamed.
And Sunday. With Ji-hye, Ji-hee, and Su-jeong—my perfect meat toilets—tucked neatly in the tank, I savored a sweet holiday. I fired up the black sports car and headed to the city's top department store.
Striding into the flashiest crown watch boutique, I slapped the shiniest, heaviest gold automatic model on my wrist. The clerk bowed low with the price, but I nodded vaguely and swiped my card.
Hands full of luxury suit and shoe bags, I booked a 5-star hotel suite overlooking Seoul. Slicing into room service steak, I poured vintage wine. Sinking deep into the plush sofa, I pulled up the VVIP app's settlement screen on my phone.
[Current Available Net Profit: 8,021,500,000 KRW]
The holographic parade of zeros after the 8 burned into my eyes. 8 billion. In just two weeks, rotating the three women—insane haul. Confirming the bank balance made the room service wine sweeter than blood.
I closed the app, gazing at Seoul's glittering nightscape below. With 8 billion loaded, it was time to ditch that filthy, damp Yeonnam-dong underground studio.
Yang Ji-hye, Lee Ji-hee, Jeong Su-jeong. Great slaves, but for a predator rolling 8 billion, three in the tank wasn't enough to quench the thirst.
Countless bitches had crossed my life. Aspiring actresses from film sets and broadcasts I'd haunted as a "photographer." Vanity-plagued influencers. High-nosed cunts who'd trampled me.
Prey to fuck littered the world. Now, they'd all climb my hunting list as future meat toilets.
But to cage the big-game bitches, the stinking basement wouldn't cut it.
I drained my wine and stood. With 8 billion burning a hole, tomorrow's to-do list was set.
One property I'd eyed passing through central Yeonnam-dong: a majestic standalone 2-story building on a 100-pyeong lot tucked in an alley.
Back when I had no cash or connections, it was another world. Now, with money overflowing, it was the perfect fortress for my kingdom.
First floor: Full soundproofing, top-tier camera setups for VVIP studio. Not some crude basement—a true torture chamber secret room with every hardcore rig. The public side? Pristine, beautiful studio. Move Ji-hye, Ji-hee, Su-jeong there immediately and grind them harder.
Second floor: My private untouchable mansion.
Daytime: Pose as a successful artist between floors, luxuriating. Night: Descend to the secret room, strip the haughty bitches bare, and run the streams.
Next morning, I drove the sports car straight to a Yeonnam-dong realtor.
The agent eyed my youth and luxury suit skeptically, but flashed my bank balance on my phone? Instant backflip bows.
No loans—dropped full cash for the 100-pyeong mansion on the spot.
Stamping the contract, I stepped out. Under clear skies stood my new 2-story building.
The new tank was ready. Time to prep one final glorious broadcast from that shithole basement.