University Hospital Nurse Jeong Su-jeong

I dismissed the floating alert window, and the VVIP bastards' insane chat vanished in an instant. The only sounds left in the room were the hum of the air conditioner and Ji-hee's ragged breathing as she slumped over the desk.

I switched off the camera on the tripod and capped the lens.

"Haa... fuck. Adjusting the angles and hitting those missions for the big bros was more nerve-wracking than I thought."

"Huh...? O-oppa...? You ended the stream...?"

Ji-hee, her face streaked with tears, turned to look at me. She still hadn't gotten her 100 million yet, so she looked terrified of pissing me off.

I opened the banking app and fired off the promised 100 million straight to her account.

Ding.

Her phone buzzed. Ji-hee's jaw dropped as she stared at the crisp "100,000,000 KRW" on the screen.

"100 million... real 100 million... hic, it's really here..."

The bitch who'd been wailing that her pussy was getting torn apart just moments ago forgot all about the pain the second she saw the cash hit her account, her face lighting up with joy.

"Sent you the 100 million like I promised. You know that means you're my exclusive whore now, right?"

"Y-yes... O-oppa. For real, I'll do anything you say. I'll be your total slave..."

Ji-hee crawled across the desk on all fours and rubbed her cheek against my thigh. Smearing her pussy juice—marinated in my cum—all over my pants like a tail-wagging dog. What a sight.

But my dick was still throbbing hard. With the stream frame gone, the raw lust buried deep in me exploded without brakes.

"O-oppa... I really made bank... thank you..."

"Yeah. But I shelled out 100 million, so I gotta get my money's worth. Stream's off, so no more peeking for the VVIP bros. Time for me to savor that pussy pure and simple, just for me."

"Ahh...! O-oppa... you came twice already... kyaa!"

I hoisted Ji-hee up by her slim waist and tossed her onto the beat-up three-seater sofa in the corner of the studio. I mounted her like a beast on the cushy leather.

Earlier, I'd forced poses to look pretty on camera. Now? Fuck that. I slung her thighs over my shoulders. Her ass lifted in the air, that pink entrance—already slick with my cum—fully exposed.

"Hey, gift card scammer bitch. Time to pound you like a real animal."

"Wait, uwaa...! O-oppa, you're gonna pierce my guts...! Aaaah!!"

Squish! Squeltch!

Forget the camera angles—I went full savage on her hips. Ji-hee had been clenching tight from the tension before, but without the lens, she went limp, taking my cock pillar whole.

"Haa, fuck! Way easier thrusting however I want without the stream. Your pussy's gripping even sluttier now, all sticky and whorish."

"Haaang! Ahng! O-oppa's so... fucking huge... insane... hng! It's stabbing my navel...!"

Plap! Thwack! Slap! Slap!

The sofa creaked under us, the room filled with cheap flesh-smacking friction. I mauled her plump D-cup tits with both hands, pounding my hips like a maniac. I raked and pinched her nipples; her head snapped back, eyes rolling white as she thrashed.

"Wanna show your SNS sheep fans. Your pure goddess pussy bloating and gurgling with my cum."

"Aaaang...! Don't careee... ngh! Fuck the sheep—I just need oppa's money and cock slamming me... haaaang!"

Her mind totally gone, Ji-hee locked her legs around my waist, bucking her hips to meet me. A soul sold for 100 million mating with a beast chasing pure carnal bliss.

We rolled from sofa to floor to wall, switching positions wildly. Doggy got beastly screams from her. The studio, free of camera constraints, was a den of depraved lust.

"Haa... gonna cum. Clamp that pussy tight."

"Aaaah...! All of it... shoot it deep, no holding back... ahng! Knock me up, I don't care...!"

I stabbed her cervix depths and unleashed my third load of the day like a madman.

"Haa... fuck."

Ji-hee, stuffed full of hot white cum, convulsed on the floor before passing out. Cum leaked between her legs, pooling.

I caught my breath, grabbed a fallen cigarette, and lit up. I nudged her slack body with my toe.

Today's fix from this bitch? Drained dry. Over 1 billion in the bank, two exclusive whores crawling for me: Ji-hye and now Ji-hee.

As morning sun pierced the cramped window of the Yeonnam-dong underground studio, Ji-hee stirred on the floor.

"Nng... ah, my back..."

Her body a mess of my cum and her juices, she groaned—then snatched her phone. Only after confirming the [100,000,000 KRW] in the banking app did she sigh in relief.

I lounged against the bed, smoking and watching.

"Awake? 100-million-won pussy."

"Ah... o-oppa..."

She jolted at my voice, scrambling to cover her tits with scattered clothes. The whore panting like an animal under me last night was hit with fake shame in the morning light.

"What're you covering? You flashed your pussy wrinkles to the VVIP bros yesterday. Checked the money? Wash up and fuck off. I'll call you this afternoon."

"Yeah... got it, oppa. Call me anytime. For real..."

No more haughty SNS goddess face. Totally broken before me, she wiped the leaking cum with tissue, limped out with legs wobbling.

Clunk. Door shut. I checked my phone. Bank balance: 1 billion. Staring at the insane two-day haul, I opened the SNS app and searched the feed of my third target, bookmarked yesterday.

Jeong Su-jeong

Seven years ago—year after I became manager—she joined at 20 as the new maknae. Unlike Ji-hye or Ji-hee, she was different. Prim beauty screaming "raised right," sweet and kind, disarming part-timers and asshole customers alike. Even extra polite to me: "Manager oppa, manager oppa," always obedient.

Su-jeong's SNS feed, revisited after ages, reeked of a different world from the whores panting under me yesterday. No luxury bags or 5-star hotel flexes. Just her university hospital ID badge, pale-faced selfie with a venti Americano from night shifts, nurse uniform pics beaming with colleagues.

That simple, diligent ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠caption on her latest post. My studio stank of whore juices and cock musk, yet screen-Su-jeong looked so pure and untarnished.

Something dark and twisted stirred deep in my gut—a vile conquest lust.

"Working hard, our little maknae."

Elite normies like her? Flash cash stacks and they bolt. Gotta ease 'em in, let capitalism's swamp swallow 'em slow till they crumble. That's when the real taboo rush hits.

I exhaled smoke and fired off a DM.

"Still the good girl."

Her warm reply—mask or real?—drew a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠smirk from me. I tossed the next bait without hesitation.

No games, straight-up date locked. Clean bite.

I tossed the phone on the desk and sank deep into the chair backrest.

A 27-year-old university hospital nurse grinding three shifts, bleeding for lives—saving a year's salary in one dinner seat. How would that prim, noble face twist?

The 1 billion in my account crowned me absolute ruler.

Day after tomorrow evening—dyeing that blank white canvas with my cum. My dick already throbbed heavy at the thought.