Pure Love Sex

By the time the canned beer cans were empty, it was already getting dark outside the window. I swept the empty cans aside and stood up from my seat. Then I reached out my hand to Sujeong, who was still gazing at my face with a blissful smile.

"Let's head upstairs. The first floor's still way too empty right now. It's so bare it makes our hearts feel hollow too."

"Pfft, what kind of talk is that? Second floor tour, yay!"

Sujeong grabbed my hand with bubbly energy and hopped to her feet. We climbed the stairs side by side to the second-floor living space.

Unlike the cavernous, empty air of the first-floor studio, which hadn't gotten any interior work yet, the second floor felt like a completely different world. We passed through the spacious living room and opened the door to the master bedroom at the far end. Soft lighting bathed the room, illuminating elegant antique furniture—the top-tier imported pieces the original owner of the mansion had left behind.

"Whoa... Oppa. This place is amazing. It feels just like a hotel suite."

Sujeong let go of my hand and spun around the room, letting out gasps of admiration. Coming from the dank, trash-strewn basement, this wide, cozy bedroom must have felt like an upgrade to her quality of life, even if it wasn't her own home. I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her explore with a warm smile, then spoke up.

"For now, we're just using the old owner's furniture as a stopgap, but soon I'll toss it all and buy new stuff. Planning to redo everything to match my style."

"Eh? This stuff looks super expensive. Wouldn't that be a waste?"

"Waste? Nah. Gotta finish the first-floor studio and basement renovations first, then overhaul this second floor from scratch too."

At my words, Sujeong's eyes went wide before she broke into a beaming grin and scampered over to sit beside me.

"Then take me along when you pick out furniture. I'll choose stuff that perfectly fits your style, Oppa."

"Ooh, Jeong Sujeong~ You remember my tastes?"

"Retro, antique, vintage. Right?"

I naturally wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her onto my lap.

"Spot on. As expected from my good little maknae Sujeong."

She flinched at the sudden skinship, placing her hands on my chest, but there was no sign of pushing me away. Instead, her cheeks flushed as she deeply inhaled the scent from my neck, savoring the moist thrill of arousal. I gently brushed back the hair falling over her forehead and whispered softly.

"Sujeong-ah. How about... we turn on a stream tonight? Something sweet."

"Huh? A, a stream...?"

Her eyes wavered slightly. We'd just agreed to a business partnership on the first floor, but the idea of turning on the camera in this warm, cozy master bedroom unconsciously brought back memories of those horrific, sadistic missions from the basement. I stroked her stiffening cheek and gave her the gentlest smile.

"Not that hardcore stuff from the basement. Tonight, I'll turn off those disgusting mission functions completely. Just the chat and basic donations."

"Ah... Won't the money drop way more without missions?"

"Doesn't matter. Tonight, I just want to focus on you. More than fleecing those psychos' wallets, it's our first night in the new place. I want to do it like real lovers—like sweet, pure sex just because we feel like it."

Her lips quivered at my words. Not as a tool for making money, but because he wanted to hold her as a real woman, even forgoing those massive mission payouts—this pure, devoted rationale hit her hard. Her eyes welled up with emotion as she threw her arms tightly around my neck.

"Yeah... Oppa. I love that. Tonight, I want to be with you like real lovers too..."

I snapped my fingers in the air, summoning the app window visible only to me. In the settings, I disabled the real-time mission function that let VVIPs control my actions. With only the basic donation window and chat open, I hit the start streaming button.

I could see the viewer count climbing rapidly in the corner of the screen, but I pushed the hologram window out of my field of view and focused entirely on Sujeong in my lap.

No ripping clothes, no cursing, no spanking like usual. With the softest, most delicate touches, I slipped off her thin cardigan and lifted her white T-shirt over her head. As her pale shoulders and plump cleavage came into view, I leaned down and pressed a careful kiss to her collarbone.

"Eut..."

A delicate breath escaped between her lips. Cupping her cheeks with both hands, I kissed her deeply for what felt like forever, our tongues intertwining sweetly. Saliva mixed as silver threads stretched stickily whenever our lips parted.

I undid her ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠jeans buckle and slid them down. Embarrassed, she buried her face in my shoulder, but obediently spread her legs toward me. I laid her back on the plush king-size bed, stripped off my own clothes, and lay beside her, kissing as I brought my fingers to her pussy.

The moist, hot mucosa between her thighs. Slowly, tenderly, I slid my fingers inside her.

"Ah, hng... Oppa..."

My thumb circled her clit clockwise gently, while my middle and ring fingers delved in to tease her G-spot. The dual stimulation made her hips tremble.

"Haaaang... Oppa... Oppa... So, so good♥"

Unlike the ear-splitting screams when I pounded her like a beast on the cold basement floor, this was different. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠She wrapped her arms around my neck, locking eyes with me intensely, letting out sweet, sticky moans in time with my touches.

"Me too... I wanna suck your cock, Oppa."

Thoroughly aroused by my caresses, she panted and sat up. Sliding down, she buried her face between my legs.

With careful, loving hands, she gripped my penis and extended her tongue, licking meticulously from the tip ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of the glans down the shaft.

"Chup... Churu... Haang..."

The overwhelming emotion of pleasuring the man she truly loved poured through her tentative tongue work. I stroked her hair softly and turned my body to switch positions.

A natural 69 formed, our intimate parts right before each other's faces.

"Ah, hng... Oppa... Th-there..."

As my lips touched her pussy, soaked with her juices, she squirmed and gripped my thighs tight.

I savored the sweet scent, circling her clit with my tongue tip and sucking lightly.

"Hwaang! Ah, aaah! Haang...♥"

Her mouth around my cock tightened with pleasure in response. The room filled only with the slick sounds of bodily fluids mixing and our sweet moans as we gave each other pure ecstasy.

"Haa... Sujeong-ah. Come here now."

Confirming she was plenty aroused, I sat up and laid her beneath me again.

I spread her legs, glistening with juices down to her inner thighs, and slowly pushed inside her.

"Ah, hng... Oppa..."

"Yeah. Sujeong-ah."

"When you go slow... I can feel every shape of your cock... Haaaang... I can feel exactly what your cock looks like with my pussy♥"

So cute. I kissed her while thrusting—not fast, but deep and heavy.

"Haa... Sujeong-ah. You're so pretty."

"Ah, hwaang... Really, it feels so good... I feel so loved, Oppa..."

Amid the slick friction sounds, thick words of desire passed between us.

I wasn't the merciless director from the basement. I moved as her true lover, cherishing her pleasure and emotions in my arms.

Sujeong, too, lost in pure ecstasy and heartfelt emotion rather than fear or coercion, coquettishly bucked her hips to match mine.

Her legs wrapped tight around my waist, lips bitten as waves of pleasure surged from below, trembling uncontrollably—it was insanely lovable and hot.

How much time passed?

The tender flesh deep inside clenched wildly around my cock, reaching its limit. She gasped sharply, clinging to me desperately, and I poured every drop of hot semen into her deepest, warmest place, exhaling a long breath.

"Haa... Haa..."

After I pulled out and lay beside her, she nuzzled into my chest, purring like a contented cat with blissful breaths.

Drenched in sweat, wearing the face of the world's happiest, most languid woman.

I patted her bare back and pulled back ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the app window I'd shoved aside.

A little over 100 million.

Glancing at the chat logs, the reactions were just as I'd expected, piling up one after another.

Compared to the insane usual earnings, this was pathetically low. Listening to Sujeong's soft snores as she slept peacefully in my arms, I coldly glared at the floating 100 million figure and the filthy chat logs.

100 million.

Big money for average folks, but in this VVIP app ecosystem, a pitiful number.

Yeah, I knew it'd be like this. That's the world for you.

Back when I was scraping by writing scripts and lurking at the bottom of the film industry, this was the brutal truth I'd felt in my bones.

People spout pretty words about wanting beautiful love, touching pure romance, sublime artistic stories. But what pries open their tightly shut wallets is blood spraying, guts spilling, morality and common sense utterly shattered—extreme stimulation.

Movies, games, comics, novels—all the same.

The world is already addicted to dopamine. Ordinary, gentle happiness, the sweet pure love sex we just shared? To those junkies, it's just a yawn-inducing sleeping pill.

Let alone those VVIP bastards swimming in cash. No, the ones who've had everything real life offers crave even more extreme, sadistic, depraved dopamine.

This paltry 100 million receipt from such a beautiful stream handed me the perfect answer, paradoxically.

For me, Han Siwoo, to fully own this 100-pyeong mansion, pay the absurd 5 billion monthly subscription, and reign at the top of this capitalist pyramid...

In the basement at night, I had to become a utterly ruthless, heartless piece-of-shit director without blood or tears.

The night when the rationale for my chosen double life and the raw nature of this vulgar capitalist content market clicked perfectly in my mind.