Splurging on High-Class Pussy: The Neighborhood President's Secret Hustle
"We're rich now!"
"Congrats, son ♥"
I'd sealed the proper contract with Sekyung, the company president, for the Aphrodisiac Potion that drives women wild. I'd already received a hefty advance as contract money. Production and sales were still a ways off, but Sekyung seemed dead certain of our success and was handling everything at breakneck speed.
And the biggest change? I'd become the president myself.
"So now I have to call you 'President' instead of 'son'?"
"Nah... It's just a name on paper for a company we needed to set up."
To produce the aphrodisiac potion, we'd had to create a separate company. It was all for show—Sekyung and Professor Na Chae-myeong handled every step, so I just lounged around, eating and fucking while taking my cut of the profits. Still, even if it was nominal, wearing the title of president felt surreal. Before I died, I'd been just another cog in the corporate machine, getting bossed around. Now I was at the top. Sure, my only employee was me.
"Then can I be your secretary?"
"Huh? You wanna be my secretary, Mom?"
"Yeah... Officially your subordinate, getting used however the president wants ♥"
"That's not a secretary, that's a slave."
"Similar, but different ♥"
"Alright, you're my secretary then!"
"Hehe ♥ Thank you, President ♥"
Mom, now my celebratory secretary, flashed a lewd grin and moved to service me.
"Do secretaries suck the president's dick too?"
"Of course ♥ A secretary's job is to make sure the president can work comfortably—using her body to serve him ♥"
Claiming the role of the porn-perfect slutty secretary, Mom dropped to her knees in front of me and yanked down my pants.
"Then let me use this secretary's mouth pussy to make you feel nice and refreshed ♥"
She grinned obscenely and leaned in to take my cock in her mouth... when...
ding-dong... ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong-ding-dong
"Tch... That lady again, huh."
"Haa... I'll go handle it, son."
"Nah, forget it. I'll deal with her."
Someone was mashing the doorbell, ruining my secretary blowjob. For the past month, this interrupter had been showing up every other day.
I flung the door open.
"What the hell do you want?"
No need to check who it was—I snapped right away with full irritation.
A woman stood there.
"You took too long to open up. Open faster next time."
"Maybe don't mash the damn doorbell?"
"I wouldn't have if you'd opened quicker."
Sharp eyes behind glasses flicked up with a nasal shove, her voice dripping with annoyance. Total bitch vibe.
"I got another noise complaint yesterday, so I came in person. I warned you last time—do it again and it's a problem."
Ji A-yun, the neighborhood association president.
"We'll keep it quiet, so fuck off."
"Make any noise today, and I'll call the cops."
Every word grated on me, rage bubbling up at this irritating bitch, but she just turned and left.
"Sigh..."
She was pretty famous around here as the association president—hated by most for her prickly personality and snippy tone. That said, her husband was the big-shot president of a successful company, and she handled her duties well, so she had solid trust from others.
She's the type you don't wanna mess with because of that attitude...>
Judging purely by looks and body, she was fine aside from the sharp impression. Pretty face, great figure even. But that personality made her off-limits.
"Tch."
"Shoulda let me handle it..."
"Nah, if you go out there, she yaps even more."
She saw Mom as an easy mark—for some reason—and if Mom dealt with her, it turned into a 30-minute lecture. Watching her lord her position over Mom pissed me off enough that I'd considered using the hypnosis perfume on the bitch.
If it weren't for her husband...>
Her hubby's CEO of a major firm, with rumors of some shady dealings. Messing with her sloppily could blow up, so I'd held back. But my patience was wearing thin.
"If we keep going like this, she'll come back complaining about your moans again... No choice."
"Son?"
I went to my room, grabbed something, and came back out. A strap-on dildo.
"Shove this down your throat while I fuck you today."
"Haht ♥ Yes, President ♥"
Mom grinned lewdly at the brutal gag-tool that'd muffle her noises. And luckily, no noise complaints that day.
...................
"You're gonna buy a hooker?"
"Yeah. No more money worries, so I wanna blow some cash my way for once."
After an intense fuck session with Mom, I told her about my plans while we rested.
"You sure?"
She knew I had plenty of bitches around me and could fuck any woman I wanted. Using my Golden Sun Sense made finding easy lays a breeze.
"Just wanna try it once."
Paying for so-called "office ladies" or escorts—something I'd never done before dying.
It's a staple in the pornos I used to watch, too.>
One of my go-to fap scenarios: calling up girls and enjoying them. Never had the cash to splash like that before, but now? Time to go big.
"If my son wants to, of course you should ♥"
Mom saw me fucking other women as a given—she even encouraged it, cheering me on.
"Let's pick out the girl you're gonna buy together ♥"
She even wanted in on choosing my fucktoy.
"Why not?"
So Mom and I browsed sites and picked one out. Two days later, it was go-time.
......................
"Calling one like this is kinda nerve-wracking since it's my first time."
Fucking women was routine now, but paying for it? Total newbie territory. I waited in the hotel room, a bit tense.
The site I'd used specialized in hard-to-touch women—high-class stuff, pricey as hell. They guaranteed looks, body, and only accepted registrations from those with real social status or equivalent.
The one I picked? A 30-year-old married woman whose husband ran a sizable company.
Felt kinda like the neighborhood president, so I went with her.>
Browsing casually with Mom, we spotted someone matching Ji A-yun's profile and locked it in. That bitch had been stressing me out lately, and untouchable to boot—Mom was pissed too.
- They do concept play, so make her act like that lady and fuck her senseless ♥, she'd even advised.
Dunno if I'll use the service again, but... might as well go all out this once.>
I could've gone for retired idols or actresses if I wanted, but since I'd picked a president's wife, I planned to max it out.
knock knock
A knock at the door. I opened it.
"Hello. Delivery service from DeliHel. Looking forward to—huh?"
"Huh?"
We both froze solid at the sight of each other.
"Neighborhood president?"
"Noisy fuckboy?"
The woman I'd booked... was none other than Ji A-yun.
............................
Two months ago
"Hoo... You sure about this?"
"Yeah... That's how it is."
The house wasn't usually noisy, but today it was deathly quiet, heavy atmosphere hanging thick. The couple lived in a bigger, fancier place than the neighbors, but they wore grim, depressed faces, struggling to accept reality.
"If this keeps up... the company's gonna go bankrupt."
"No way..."
Ji A-yun, wife of the president of a thriving distribution firm, had a pounding headache from the crisis.
"Can't we get loans or something?"
"Everything's maxed out, and sales are in the toilet. No point."
"Haa..."
She sighed at her husband's words.
Their company imported and distributed Chinese goods mainly. But suddenly, Chinese partners cut ties unilaterally—not just one or two, but most of them, with zero notice. No imports meant no distribution. Scrambling for alternatives, they couldn't match previous volumes, and costs skyrocketed. New contracts would lose money. No buyers for selling the company outright, either—just piling debts they barely covered day by day.
"Why not just close up shop?"
"Bankruptcy means we can't handle the debts—we'd be homeless instantly."
He snapped irritably at her repeating what they'd already considered. Shutting down meant defaulting, straight to the streets.
"Even I'm out there hunting for work... No living expenses for a while."
"Any solutions?"
"Looking into everything... Probably sorted in a year or so."
Relief at his vague assurance of a fix, but the real issue was cash. Savings poured into debt. Hubby couldn't bring in more, so she had to.
After agonizing deliberation, she went to a delihel agency herself.