True Education Begins
Ji-hee froze, her pink leggings pulled down only to mid-thigh. I could see her fingers trembling faintly over her black sports panties. That arrogant shell she'd always hidden behind SNS filters was cracking miserably on the cheap linoleum of my underground studio.
With 15 seconds left on the countdown, the chat window on the floating app screen exploded.
I shoved the camera lens right up to Ji-hee's frozen face and murmured low and cold. "10 seconds. Strip or I knock it down to 7 mil cash and open the door. Call in Su-jeong, the former hoebak maknae from the bar—she'd spread wide for 15 mil and love it."
The moment Su-jeong's name—prettier and younger than her—left my lips, Ji-hee bit her lower lip until it bled. Humiliated tears welled in her eyes. But she glanced at the crisp stack of 50,000-won bills on the table, then yanked her leggings all the way down with shaking hands. Her toned thighs and hips from workouts were exposed raw. The thin panties had an ugly dark stain in the center from the flood of juices already gushing out.
"There, happy? Just photos... nothing more, okay? I gotta do SNS sponsorships—can't ruin my image. You know I've got 50k followers, oppa."
Her voice still clung to that flimsy pride. I smirked and perched crookedly on the desk corner. "Just photos? Fine, down to 8 mil then. The other 2 mil's for preserving that precious SNS image of yours."
Ji-hee's eyes bulged. Her voice choked with injustice. "Th-that's too much... You said 10 mil! I came all the way here after getting all dolled up at the salon!"
"Conditions changed. Pissed? Grab your clothes and fuck off. Don't waste my time."
At my blunt ultimatum, Ji-hee panted desperately. After agonizing, she unhooked her sports bra herself, surrendering completely. It dropped to the floor with a thud, and her perky D-cups bounced free. Her flushed nipples stiffened in the AC breeze.
"Good. Now I'll price every move you make. First, kneel at my feet. That's plus 200."
She didn't last 3 seconds before dropping to her knees on the worn linoleum. "Now at 1,000."
Her upturned gaze brimmed with shame, but no rebellion escaped her clenched lips.
"Next. Unzip my pants with your hand. That's 400 more."
"Th-this is... You said just photos, oppa... I've never done anything like this..."
Her mouth protested, but her pale fingers were already fumbling shakily at my belt buckle. Zip. The zipper parted, and my swollen cock sprang out. Ji-hee's breath hitched, her eyes glued to my crotch.
"Now grip it and stroke. Touch it and it's 600. Can't? We stop here."
She squeezed her eyes shut and wrapped her small, soft palm tentatively around my shaft. It burned hot like she'd get scorched. "Already at 2,000."
Her strokes started slow up and down, but grew frantic and fast. Precum dripped from the tip, slicking her fingers messily.
"Good. Stick out your tongue. Lick just the head and it's 800. Hit 3 mil more and we're at 3,000."
"T-tongue's a no... Oppa why are you doing this... That's crossing the line..."
"Hate it? End it. Walk. Take the cash."
Ji-hee teared up thickly and parted her lips slow. Her red tongue slithered out like a snake, flicking the glans. Slurp, smack. Squelch.
"Ughhh... This is really the end... No more..."
"Now take it in your mouth. Hold it down your throat for 5 seconds and I'll cap it at 30 mil. 5 seconds."
She shook her head feebly, then gripped my waist tight and gaped her mouth wide. My massive glans invaded her tight mouth mercilessly, bulging her cheeks like a frog.
"Ughh...!Smack, huff... Gack!"
She pulled off after exactly 5, coughing and gasping. A long string of her saliva mixed with my precum dangled from her lips.
25,000,000 won
"Not bad. Now stand, bend over the desk. Pull panties all the way down and show your pussy straight—1,000."
Tranced, Ji-hee rose and leaned over the desk. She tugged her panties down with trembling hands, exposing her slick, juicy slit between plump ass cheeks.
Strings of arousal dangled, dripping down her thighs. Her mind had been calculating, but her body was already on fire.
"N-now we're done...? Just showing it. No touching, oppa please... I'm really scared..."
"Now shove two fingers in and spread those inner folds wide for the VVIP bros. 1,000."
"Hic... You're too much... Why to me... This is treating me like a whore... Sob..."
"What the fuck 'too much'? Already at 5,000? Hate it? Get out."
Sobbing pitifully, she reached back and yanked her pink labia wide apart. Her soaked inner walls and swollen clit filled the lens. Her fingers squelched inside, making her hips quiver.
"Now I'll just rub the tip. Against your entrance only. 1,000. Deal?"
"N-no... That's basically sex... Please no... I do the single-no-boyfriend SNS concept..."
"Hate it? Take the 1,000 and dress. Go."
The shifting numbers threw her off. Tears streaming, she shook her head wildly, twisting her hips. "M-more... Give more, oppa... Just the tip... Haa..."
Not breaking from the viewfinder, I gripped her hips and nudged my glans against her entrance. Her body jolted like electrocuted.
"Haaah... Ung... Just the tip... Don't put it in... Please..."
I ground relentlessly at her entrance, and her hips inched back greedily toward me, desperate for more cock.
Wall Street Bulldog tipped 30,000,000 won
I pushed the glans in slightly then yanked out. Squelch. Wet friction echoed.
"Haaang! Just a little... Deeper... Please thrust deeper... More money... I'll do anything..."
Her voice cracked like a back-alley whore's. Despite her earlier protests, her ass rammed back wildly to swallow my cock whole. I held still and sneered. "A little? Back then you treated me like cock-slurping manager trash, snatching my birthday gift icons and read-receipt ignoring my messages. Now begging for more? How's it feel?"
Digging up that shitty past flushed her eyes red. Shame and pleasure twisted her face.
"B-back then... I was young... And oppa was just this broke-ass manager who couldn't fix a lens... Sob... Sorry oppa..."
Her brazen, disgusting confession detonated the chat.
OmahaSage tipped 15,000,000 won
Caught between the cash stacks and my cock, Ji-hee lost all reason, sobbing and writhing her hips. "That cock-slurping manager's tip is teasing your pussy, so why keep shoving your ass back? Eyes rolled for the money, huh?"
"N-no... Just... for the money... Haa... Couldn't help it... It's too big..."
Her lie to cling to pride crumbled as she slammed her ass back, engulfing my glans whole.
"Called 5,000? Shove half in then. Plus 1,000."
"Uwaaaang!... Haa... Too biggg... Aat!... Gonna pierce my guts...!"
Clutching the desk edge, she gasped, her back arching like it'd snap.
"Th-this is really the last... Just half... No more... I'm an SNS model... You promised pretty photos..."
I smirked and thrust mercilessly. Half-buried cock plunged root-deep. Thwack!
"Aaaaak!! Oppa...! Too deep...! Hwaang!... You're insane...!"
She wailed, but spread her legs wider, pussy gushing wildly to soak my shaft slick.
"Answer. How's the cock-slurping loser's dick taste? For the money, or 'cause you love it and you're losing your mind?"
"M-money... For the money... Yours isn't even... Haaang!... Ung!..."
Mouthy bitch. Her walls clenched madly around me. I yanked her sweat-matted hair back and pounded ruthlessly. Thwack, thwack, squelch! Splatter!
"Say it. How's your fancy influencer pussy now? VVIP bros are listening."
Sobbing wildly, she bounced her ass to match my thrusts. "It's ruined...! Your cock's... pounding my pussy like a dog's... Haaang!... Ang! Harder please...!"
"Good. Hitting 6,000 today—gonna flood your insides."
"N-no...! No pills... But cum inside...! More money and I'll take it all...! Knock me up, dump it all in...!"
Splurt! Splurt! I crushed her hips and unleashed throbbing cum deep into her womb. Hot white seed overflowed, dripping down her quaking thighs.
Collapsed over the desk, Ji-hee rolled her eyes back, foaming spit from her mouth. The room reeked of semen and sweat.
Surpassed 350,000,000 won!
I set the camera down and patted her sweat-slick back. "Hey. Time for SNS story. 'Private photoshoot today was a huge hit~' Caption it cute and post one."
Nearly passed out, Ji-hee whimpered obediently, spreading her legs wider. Her unfocused eyes fixed on the lens.
"Y-yes... Oppa... Shoot me pretty... For sponsorships..."
Click. Click. Shutter sounds filled the cramped basement. Her vacant stare ignored her cum-drenched crotch, locked solely on the cash stacks.