18. Festival in the Old Fish Tank: The Night Before Moving to My New 100-Pyeong Kingdom
The night before moving to my new 100-pyeong kingdom. I decided to deck out the finale of this musty, dank Yeonnam-dong underground studio in the most garish, trashy way possible.
I set up the biggest, plushest round bed smack in the middle of the studio, firing up three cameras at once to catch every angle without a single blind spot.
10 p.m. The basement steel door creaked open, and my perfect long-term pawns started filing in one by one.
Yang Ji-hye arrived first. She'd blabbed about having wedding photos with her soon-to-be husband in a couple days, but she'd straight-up swiped a mini wedding dress from the shop's fitting room. Her massive F-cup tits jiggled like they were about to spill out over the deep-plunging neckline.
"Oppa... I snuck out on my fiancé tonight without even putting on panties underneath... Huh?"
Ji-hye sidled up with that coquettish whine, then froze in her tracks. Another set of heels clicked from behind the open door.
"Siwoo oppa, I heard this was the last stream here, so I got my makeup done at the shop... Eek."
Lee Ji-hee, the SNS goddess with 50k followers, came in second. She played the pure angel for her fans, but she'd sold her pussy to me for 100 million before. Now she spread it for way more. Today, she went full innocent in a floaty white chiffon dress.
Ji-hee and Ji-hye's eyes locked in midair, sparks flying as they sized each other up from head to toe. Their pupils dilated like an earthquake had hit—familiar faces from eight years ago, slinging beers in matching part-time uniforms at the same izakaya.
"Huh...? Lee Ji-hee? What the fuck are you doing here...?"
"Y-Yang Ji-hye...? No way. Didn't you send out wedding invites saying you're getting married next year? Then what's with the wedding dress—flashing your tits here?"
"You're one to talk, acting all classy on SNS. You giving Siwoo oppa your pussy too?"
Catching each other's filthiest secrets—the perfect fiancée and the SNS starlet, both hiding behind ironclad masks—left the two same-age former coworkers pale with shame and shock. Here in this sleazy basement, they realized they were both just "Siwoo oppa's exclusive whores."
"You crazy bitch... Ditching your fiancé for this?"
"Hilarious. Weren't you some big-shot influencer? Getting sponsored by oppa?"
Just as the two started spitting casual barbs to cover their panic, kicking off a catfight—
Kreeeak— The steel door swung open one last time. Jeong Su-jeong stepped in, crisp in her starched white nurse uniform. Seven years ago, the maknae part-timer who'd charmed all the older sisters with her sweet, eager vibe at the izakaya. The elite university hospital nurse we'd all thought was the straightest-laced one panted as she entered the studio, leaving Ji-hye and Ji-hee slack-jawed.
"J-Jeong Su-jeong...? Why's our little maknae here...?"
"Su-jeong-ah! What are you doing here? Didn't you grind through exams to land at a university hospital?!"
The familiar voices made Su-jeong look up. There stood her old izakaya coworkers and big sisters, Ji-hye unnie and Ji-hee unnie. Why the hell were they here?
"J-Ji-hye unnie...? Ji-hee unnie...? What are you two doing here...?"
Su-jeong's prim face twisted in confusion. Normally she'd squeal and hug them, but the three women gathered in this basement looked way too slutty and cheap for a class reunion.
I leisurely scanned the three baffled ex-izakaya part-timers and plopped down in the center of the round bed.
"Long time no see, huh? Izakaya part-time crew from eight years ago reuniting—guess I gotta throw a blowout party for old times' sake."
"O-Oppa... What the hell is this...? Why are unnies here...?"
Su-jeong stammered, trembling. I tapped the tablet on the table and fired up the VVIP exclusive live stream. The three high-end cameras beamed their dumbfounded faces onto the wall monitor in real time, no blind spots.
The second the screen lit up, pre-hyped sponsor bros flooded the chat.
8-Year Izakaya Part-Time Reunion (feat. Bride-to-Be, SNS Goddess, University Hospital Nurse)
I can summon a hologram window for my eyes only, but these pussy bitches need to see this insane donation flood too. Just the numbers alone will have their cunts drooling.
The three women's eyes shook wildly as golden cash waterfalls and crude chats poured across the screen. They weren't Siwoooppa's one-and-only—they were just classmate whores trapped in this capitalist fish tank.
Worse, their old same-age pals, the sweet little maknae sis I cherished, had spread her legs for me here too. That filthy betrayal crushed the basement air.
I exhaled a long drag of smoke and unzipped my pants. My rock-hard massive cock sprang out, yanking all three shame-trembling gazes to my crotch like magnets.
"Alright, everyone got the picture? This is the basement send-off party."
I nodded toward the exploding chat.
"You see that money piling up?"
The three pussies stared blankly at the screen.
"VIP bros wanna know which of you three has the prime pussy, who was the izakaya ace. First place gets 700 million. Let's fucking do this right."
700 million. That one word from my lips froze the basement air solid. Old part-time buddies? Sweet maknae? Close sisters? That flimsy nostalgia and friendship turned to worthless toilet paper scraps before capitalism's golden madness.
First to snap was Jeong Su-jeong, collared with the fattest 1-billion-won debt leash from me.
"O-Oppa... No, Master! 700 million... Can't I have it? I can take it pounded till my hole's wrecked... Right?"
Su-jeong flung off her prim nurse skirt. Her white panties were soaked, sticky juices dripping down her thighs. She crawled on all fours, nuzzling my thigh, tongue out for my cock—
Enraged Ji-hee charged in, white dress billowing, yanking Su-jeong's hair.
"Aaaagh! Ji-hee unnie, stop it, let go!"
"You crazy bitch, know your place as maknae! 700 mil's mine, you fuck! Piss off in that trashy nurse getup!"
Ji-hee, who posted elegant brunches on SNS, spewed gutter curses. She stripped her chiffon dress off her shoulders, bare D-cups bouncing as she claimed my other thigh, flicking her snakelike tongue at my tip.
Ji-hye scoffed in disbelief, ripping down her mini wedding dress zipper. Her overwhelming F-cups boinged free, panty-less raw pussy exposed.
"Oh my god, you two lost it. Move aside, Ji-hee, Su-jeong. I sucked oppas cock while on the phone with my fucking fiancé?"
Ji-hye shoved Ji-hee aside with her heavy tits and mounted me, clamping my dick between her massive cleavage and grinding like mad.
"Haa, haang! Oppa... I feel bad for my husband, so I have to snag this 700 mil today... He couldn't earn this in a lifetime of salaries..."
Three women. The three naive bitches who'd giggled serving beers eight years ago at the izakaya, now naked and tangled on one bed. Total clusterfuck.
Yanking hair, pinching, shoving mouths at my cock like desperate rags—the sight was gold.
"Aang! Oppa, lick here...! Ah, you bitch don't push! Oppas touching my nipple right now!"
I kneaded Ji-hye's F-cups like dough on the left, jammed fingers deep into Ji-hee's sopping pussy on the right. Between my legs, disheveled Su-jeong broke through, slurping greedily from my balls upward.
"Haa... Slurp, slurp... Master, patient... How's my mouth-pussy? Lately at the hospital I've just fantasized sucking your cock..."
Su-jeong looked up drooling spit—pissed Ji-hye smacked her cheek flat-palmed.
"You beach whore rag! Oppa, toss her and ram my pussy! I'll call that loser fiancé right now and beg you to pound me!!"
"Why hit me, you cock-sized bitch unnie? Fucking annoying."
Su-jeong fought back. Sweat, perfume, thick pussy juice stench choked the air sticky. The monitor's cumulative donations spun numbers like crazy.
I licked my lips and grinned. Time to prove these bitches were whores to the bone.
"Good. Love how you're panting like dogs. But I've only got one cock."
I stood, pressing my rigid shaft to the bed's edge. The three drooled, lining up on all fours before me.
"Spread 'em in order, ass up. I'll wreck you from behind. Tomorrow morning, 700 mil hits the account of whoever begs and squirts the sluttiest under oppa tonight."
No sooner said, they scrambled onto the bed, hips high in competition. Shredded wedding dress, half-off dress, crumpled nurse uniform littered the floor.
"Oppa! Me first! Rip the bride-to-be hole!"
"Master, please pound nurse pussy first!!"
"Move you fuckbitches! Oppa, cum in me first not them!!"
Three toilets wailing, bragging whose hole was tastiest, legs splayed. The Yeonnam-dong basement's last night blazed as a perfect capitalist pleasure orgy.
