Bunny Girl Ji-hee: Proving She's the Top Whore

The pussy cake instead of moving-in cake broadcast ended, and I began untying the leather restraints one by one from the bedpost where they'd bound her.

"Ah... ungh..."

With her limbs finally freed, Ji-hye collapsed onto the bed, soaked in sweat and her own juices, completely drained of strength. I pulled several wet wipes from the drawer and gently, tenderly wiped the semen, tears, and saliva from her face and around her mouth. A far cry from the guy who'd just been yanking her hair for a deepthroat session.

"Good work, Yang Ji. Did I go too hard with the whipping earlier? Those marks look pretty bad. You okay?"

At my warm voice, Ji-hye's dazed eyes—fixed on the ceiling—grew misty again.

"Oppa..."

I was just acting like my usual self. This is the finishing touch of training. After crushing her to the depths with extreme violence and sadism, give her the real Han Si-woo and some aftercare. That temperature shift? It's like a leash I control, something addictive ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that keeps my whores from ever escaping. Maybe even like a drug.

I brushed her sweat-matted hair behind her ear and grinned.

"Hey, you were fucking amazing. And that acting? I was seriously impressed. Thanks to you, today's stream was a massive hit. Must've been tough—let's get you cleaned up and dressed. It's getting late."

"Yeah... hehe, wash me, oppa."

"What, you channeling a little kid now? Gotta wash you too?"

"That'd make me so happy!"

"Alright then."

I scooped up the coquettish Ji-hye and carried her to the bathroom. I rinsed off the sticky fluids clinging to her body with warm water, then fetched the white blouse and skirt scattered on the first-floor floor and helped her into them myself. She let out a short whimper as the skirt brushed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her belt-marked ass, but her face looked blissfully happy, like she owned the world.

"Jeez, you can barely walk. It's late, so I called a cab."

"Thanks, oppa. Today... I was really, really happy."

A little later, in front of the mansion's parking lot. I opened the back door of the arriving white taxi, wrapped an arm lightly around Ji-hye's waist, and whispered low in her ear.

"Oh, right, Ji-hye."

"Yeah?"

"You had that call earlier. Going home ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like this might look suspicious. On the way, swing by and show your face to your fiancé real quick."

Ji-hye froze mid-motion as she was about to slide into the seat.

"Your acting was great and all, but you had cocks in your pussy, ass, and mouth... He might get suspicious. At least let him see your face so the idiot can relax. Feels more natural that way."

"Ah..."

"Oh, and no sex with those belt marks on your ass. You're smart enough to know that, right?"

Ji-hye's eyes trembled faintly. She'd just been sucking my dick like a maniac, every hole wrecked, with whip marks like badges on her ass—and now she had to meet her clueless fiancé-to-be and play the sweet bride act. But just imagining the depravity made her thighs quiver again.

"Ah, haa... Y-yes... I'll do that. I'll see my fiancé's face before I go, oppa..."

Her eyes glazed over with lust again as she blushed and nodded. Huh. Wasn't trying to turn her on, but it happened anyway. Yang Ji-hye... how does she get horny so easily? Amazing.

"Wh-what, why are you getting excited, Yang Ji? Anyway, get home safe. Text me when you arrive."

I waved and shut the taxi door. Watching it drive off, I shoved my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hands in my pockets and chuckled. SM tastes are rock-solid, alright. Makes things convenient.

"Alright, next up..."

I turned back toward the mansion, scrolling through my contacts. Time to entertain our sassy dance academy owner and influencer, Lee Ji-hee. No point being sweet to this bitch—even as the old Han Si-woo. Bitches like her are best when you just use 'em raw. Train her so hard she can't think of anything but being my top-earning whore slut.

The reply came in less than 10 seconds after hitting send.

Fucking vixen. Back in the day, she'd never reply that fast. Texts unread for days, DMs ignored. Only hit me up when she needed something or on birthdays for gift icons. Now she drops her damn business and comes running when I call. All thanks to the extreme training in the basement studio—and those insane sums hitting her bank account. With her massive ego and greed topping the trio, Lee Ji-hee's brain is pickled in the taste of that money and my cock. No escape.

Ha. Anyway, tomorrow's concept... I remembered the cosplay outfits I'd impulse-bought. Perfect. This is it.

The next afternoon. I was lounging alone at the bar table in the empty, spacious first floor, sipping an iced Americano, when—

Kkiiik—

Ah, time flies. The door opened, and Lee Ji-hee walked in. Dressed to kill as always, oozing effort. A tight designer dress with deep cleavage, killer heels, full makeup from head to toe. In her hand, a shopping bag from that super-hot Seongsu-dong bakery everyone lines up for on SNS.

"Oppa! I'm here~!"

Ji-hee gawked at the 100-pyeong studio scale, eyes wide, mouth agape.

"Whoa... your place is huge! Oppa, you're killing it!"

Her eyes sparkled with greed. Money-obsessed slut. Probably soaking already at the sight of this mansion—and dreaming of the app's massive cash, clawing for top whore spot. Or maybe even lady of the house.

She trotted over and plastered herself to my side.

"First visit for your move-in, couldn't come empty-handed! Got breads and cookies from the most famous bakery in Seongsu. Waited thirty minutes in line! Good girl, right?"

She rubbed her fat tits slyly against my arm, clinging like a leech. Haha. Every move screams ulterior motives. Not love—this bitch just wants to buy favor, earn cash through sex here, suck up the honey. As if I'd fall for that from a rotten whore like her. You're not my old little sis anymore—just a pussy for my underground directing.

"Yeah. You're here."

I took the bag and tossed it carelessly on the bar table. Didn't even check inside. Then I grabbed my coffee, sat on the sofa, and lit a cigarette.

Chik—

Sipped my iced Americano. Didn't offer her a seat or a drink. Just silently puffed smoke, scrolling my phone for ideas. Awkward silence filled the vast space. Ji-hee stood there awkwardly, eyes darting. Not the welcome she pictured—cozy coffee, praise for her fancy bread, building vibe.

I ignored her like a potted plant or mannequin. No emotional bond needed like with Su-jeong or Ji-hye. No effort required.

Time passed. Unable to stand the quiet, she fidgeted and sidled toward the sofa. Plopped right next to me, rubbing her tits on my arm again with a nasal whine.

"Oppa~~ Can't you make me coffee too? I'm so thirsty from lining up outside..."

Still clinging. I set my coffee on the glass table. Then swung my hand and slapped her cheek hard.

Slap—!

"Hngh!"

Her head snapped sideways with a sharp yelp. A red handprint bloomed on her pale cheek. Hair disheveled, she stared at me in shock. For a split second, confusion—but no injustice or defiance in her eyes. Just the wary gauge of a thoroughly trained whore: Did I cross the line? Fear of getting kicked out, money cut off.

I exhaled a long stream of smoke into her face and jerked my chin.

"Fucking bitch, why're you all over me."

"S-sorry, oppa..."

"Hey. Soon as I finish this smoke, we start shooting. Go change into that over there."

I pointed to the clothes by the table. Her eyes followed. A black bunny girl outfit.

Not your average cosplay—this one had the chest completely open, nipples and tits fully exposed. Crotch was wide open too, no zipper or buttons—just a gaping hole perfect for pounding.

Blatant, vulgar training gear made for easy hole access.

Ji-hee blinked at it.

"Th-this is what I wear? Yes, changing right now, oppa."

No shame whatsoever. Slapped and told to wear that, and she agrees instantly. She unzipped her pricey dress, flung it to the floor, and shook her bare ass at me like she was showing off.

Then she wriggled into the hole-riddled leather bunny suit. Her massive tits bulged through the chest gap; her waxed fat pussy gaped openly through the crotch slit.

Dressed, she arched her back seductively, squeezing her tits together, gauging my reaction.

"Oppa... no, Master. How do I look? This outfit's perfect for taking Master's cock..."

Fucking slut's getting good at dirty talk.

I leaned back on the sofa, stubbed out my cigarette in the ashtray, and spat coldly.

"Shut your mouth and kneel here. Starting the stream soon."

"Yes~..."

She bounced over, tits jiggling, and knelt between my legs.

"But oppa..."

Switching honorifics like crazy.

"What."

"Has Ji-hye... or Su-jeong been here?"

Aha. Sizing up the competition.

"Yeah. They came and went. You're last."

"Ah... I'll, I'll work harder!! I wanna be number one for oppa!!"

Number one, huh. Knew she was gunning for it.

"Hey, Ji-hee. What are you?"

"Huh?"

"What are you?"

"O-oppa's exclusive pussy..."

"Not that."

She rolled her eyes, thinking.

"Influencer... dance academy owner..."

"No, bitch. You're selling your body for cash right now. So what does that make you?"

Finally got it.

"A... whore."

"Right? To compete as top whore, how do you prove it? With how much your pussy earns, yeah?"

"Yes!"

I switched the prepped camera to stream mode.

"Alright. Prove it. Show's starting."

I pulled up the app window in front of me.