Chapter 44
Warm morning sunlight poured through the wide windows onto the bed. The moment I opened my eyes, I felt the soft, supple touch of skin and the sweet shampoo scent tickling my nose. After fucking hot and heavy on the cold concrete in the basement last night, we'd come up to the second floor and fallen into a deep sleep, wrapped tightly around each other on this fluffy bed.
"Mmm... Oppa~."
Jeong Su-jeong, her face buried in my chest, mumbled sleepily and rubbed against me. She sniffed like a puppy, burrowing deeper into my toned curves, clearly loving the feel.
"Su-jeong-ah, you up? Wanna sleep more?"
"Nooo... But Oppa, you smell so good."
Su-jeong looked up at me with a beaming smile. How many times had we done it last night? Kid or adult, she was always so pure. I pinched her nose lightly and got out of bed.
"You little rascal. Wanna shower to wake up? Together?"
At my suggestion, her face flushed, but she grabbed my hand tight.
The bathroom quickly filled with hot steam. Warm water from the showerhead sprinkled over our bodies.
"Oppa, that tickles."
"Hold still. I'll wash you."
I turned her around and lathered up her white shoulders, breasts, and smooth thighs, stroking slowly. Su-jeong leaned her head on my shoulder, letting out a lazy moan of pleasure.
"I love showering with you like this... Feels like we're really married."
"Wanna get married? Too bad it's polygamy for me."
"Tch, ruining the mood."
Su-jeong lightly slapped my chest. In the steamy bathroom, we rinsed the suds off each other and kissed for a long while.
"Oppa~... Wanna do it?"
"Jeong Su-jeong. Getting bold?"
Instead of answering, she tossed her wet hair back and hugged my neck tight. Her eyes, visible through the steam, were darker than usual, heavy with lust.
"Yeah. Turns out I'm a super aggressive girl deep down. Even after last night, being with you makes my pussy tingle."
Cute talk. I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her waist, pushing her against the tiled wall. Hot water cascaded over our shoulders, washing away the white foam.
"Floor's slippery—grab my shoulders tight."
"Ah... Okay."
Su-jeong wrapped her arms around my broad shoulders and hung on. Her pale naked skin pressed flush against me. I lifted her thigh around my waist. Wet skin slapped and squelched, filling the bathroom.
"Haa... Oppa. You're rock hard already, and I haven't even teased you?"
"Morning wood."
"What? You should say it's 'cause you love me."
I devoured her wet lips in a deep kiss. As our tongues tangled and breaths mixed, I thrust my fully swollen cock straight into her dripping slit.
"Ahh! Haaah...!"
Su-jeong's pussy was delicious whether at night or morning. She clung to my neck and threw her head back. Water from the shower traced her collarbone to her cleavage, down to where we joined. Bracing against the wall, I started moving my hips—slow but intense.
Slap, slap. Flesh smacking echoed through the steam-filled space. Su-jeong matched my rhythm with moan-laced breaths, nails digging into my back.
"Ah, so good♥ Mmm, Oppa... there, haat!"
"Feels good? Me too."
I gripped her ass hard and plunged deeper. Hot water blurred my vision, but her gasps in my arms felt even hotter. Ever since getting this power, my stamina felt insane. After last night... Well, even during shoots, I could cum endlessly.
I shifted positions, leaving our marks in every corner of the bathroom while holding her up.
"Haa, haa... Su-jeong-ah. Gonna cum."
"Yeah, yeah... Haa, aaah! Oppa, inside... cum inside me♥"
At the peak, I crushed her waist against me and flooded her womb with hot semen. Su-jeong let out a thin moan and went limp in my arms. We stood under the pouring water for a while, feeling each other's heartbeats.
"Haa... You're gonna kill me. Your stamina's monstrous."
Su-jeong whined happily against my chest. I gently brushed her wet hair and kissed her forehead with a smack.
"Whew. Gotta wash up again?"
"Hehe... Yeah."
Ah. This warm, fuzzy feeling. Perfect.
After showering, Su-jeong headed to the kitchen in just one of my oversized white shirts from the closet. Her pale legs peeked dangerously from under the hem that barely covered her ass, gleaming in the sunlight.
"Oppa, I'll brew coffee and bring it down. Go ahead."
I threw on a light t-shirt and training pants and went down to the first floor first.
Ding-dong— Right on cue, the intercom rang. I buzzed her in, and Cha Su-ah entered with six staff members, their hands full of 3D scanners, laser measures, and surveying gear.
"You're early, President Cha."
"Yes, sir. To measure the whole first floor and basement, even all morning might be tight. Shall we start?"
Impeccable suit, hair perfectly set. I lounged on the sofa, watching her unroll blueprints and direct her team. I liked her fierce professionalism. She separated work and personal perfectly—her talent deserved respect.
"Start with the basement, then come up. Check reinforcement spots thoroughly."
As Su-ah crossed the first-floor hall giving orders—
"Oppa~! Coffee's ready! La la la~."
Su-jeong's bright voice echoed from the second-floor stairs. Humming, she bounced down with two iced Americanos. My white shirt rode up with each step, exposing her thighs blatantly. Did this idiot not know how fuckable she looked?
She set the coffee by me, then spotted Cha Su-ah's group at the bar table and widened her eyes.
"Oh? Aren't you... President Cha Su-ah from TV?"
Su-jeong beamed innocently. "Whoa, jackpot! Oppa, you hired a super famous interior designer? I follow her SNS!"
At that pure praise, poised Cha Su-ah's shoulders stiffened. Her gaze locked on Su-jeong's face, trembling like an earthquake.
That woman...
Su-ah's mind was flashing white. When I first brought her here and pressured her to sign the contract, showing her a VVIP stream as an "example" of what she'd film. The woman in that video, moaning under me, getting pounded mercilessly, eyes rolled back in mad ecstasy—that was this pure, smiling Jeong Su-jeong right in front of her.
The slut from the stream now acted like the lady of the house beside Han Siwoo, innocent and warm. Su-ah's lips quivered; she couldn't speak. Cognitive dissonance—the shocking broadcast image clashed with this sweet girl, paralyzing her.
"Ah... Yes. Hello."
Su-ah forced an awkward smile. Seeing the man who held her secrets sharing his deepest with this woman living normally—it shocked her.
"Su-jeong-ah, say hi. She's remodeling the whole studio and our second-floor home."
"Ah, nice to meet you, President! This is huge! I saw you on Tell Me Anything with the National MC—you were so cool! Total honor!"
Su-jeong must've seen that show where Su-ah hyped herself up.
"Ah... Thanks. Just broadcast image..."
I leaned back, sipping the coffee Su-jeong brought. She didn't know Su-ah was a VVIP streaming whore like her. Su-ah recognized Su-jeong. Trivial, but Su-ah's reaction was fun. Wonder what she's thinking.
Su-ah dove into measurements with her team. Tripods nearly touched the ceiling; 3D scanners whirred, lasers measured walls and pillars busily. She'd snapped out of her daze, tablet in hand, barking sharp orders.
Once immersed in work, she ignored useless emotions. Pro.
"Oppa."
Su-jeong, snuggled beside me sipping coffee, checked her phone and spoke.
"Gotta head out soon."
"Huh? Where? You're off today."
"Yeah, lunch with college buddies after ages. Hospital shifts make it hard to sync—might not see everyone again soon."
Regret dripped from her face.
"Go then. Lucky you all matched schedules."
She rubbed her head on my shoulder, whining cutely. "Aww, wanna cancel and roll in bed with you all day. Hng."
Haha. As if it'd just be rolling. I chuckled and patted her head.
"Have fun. You see me too much anyway. Treat your friends—want my card?"
"Nah! You stuffed my account—I'm rich now! I'll pay and boss 'em around."
She smacked a kiss on my cheek and dashed upstairs.
So childish sometimes. Makeup-free, she was down quick—unlike Ji-hee, who'd take an hour.
"President Su-ah! Heading out—make it pretty, please!"
"Ah... Yes, take care."
"Oppa! Bye!! Text ya~!"
Her sunny farewell lingered as she left. I smirked inwardly at Su-ah's subtly stiff expression.
With Su-jeong gone, the studio hummed with machines and footsteps. Dusty and busy—no need for me here. I grabbed my coffee and stood.
"President Cha, I'll be upstairs. Come up if you need anything."
"Got it, sir. Rest easy."
I nodded and headed up. Closing the bedroom door cut off the noise. I flopped onto the fluffy bed; Su-jeong's scent clung pleasantly to the sheets.
Fiddling with my phone, I remembered yesterday's call with Lee Sol. She’d sent her stream link: [Oppa, streaming king mode at 11AM tomorrow lol come make me chairman]
Right on time. Nothing to do—watch the brat stream. I lay back and tapped the link to the app.
Instantly, screams and a mouse-smashing sound assaulted my ears.
"Dude!! Why go there?! Dragon stolen, aaaah!!"
That booming, tomboyish voice—definitely 29-year-old Lee Sol's real tone. But the VTuber avatar? Hilarious.
The title:
A mature big-tits sis character jiggled wildly with every breath. I burst out laughing.
"Crazy kid. Propping up what she lacks."
Real Sol: 148cm flat-chested kid. Virtual: her fantasies in a busty, sexy milf avatar. Sad, Sol-ah.
Her character idled gray in spawn.
Chat was sticky with 80 lowbie banter. Sol glared through her cam's busty avatar and yelled into the mic.
"Shut up! The jiggle's sexy! Augh, what now for promo?!"
Her vibe was as fun as ever. Nostalgia tugged my lips up. I linked my card to the app. Time to spoil our Sol.
ID: ManagerOppa. Charged cash: 100k won, 500k, 1 mil. Casually loaded 5 million won.
Opened donation text: [When the hell you escaping Silver? I'd quit gaming before you're still Silver, scrub.]
Selected all 5 mil and hit send. The screen exploded in gold flashes and fireworks—the top donation effect—for all 80 viewers.
"Wha-what? Hold on."
Sol's audio cut mid-rant. Her avatar's eyes bugged out, frozen.
Chat flooded with ?s and !s. Sol smooshed her face to the monitor; avatar close-up.
"One, ten, hundred, thou, ten thou... hundred thou, mil... f-five mil won?! Holy shit?!"
Her shaky voice read aloud: "ManagerOppa!! Wait, Manager?!"
Silence. Then a speaker-shredding scream.
"WAAAAH! Crazy! Manager???"
Her real tension made the avatar bounce wildly, tits flopping uncontrollably.
"Eeeeee!!! Eeeee!!! Wha?!?!?!"
Dumb kid couldn't even talk.