First Guest Secured

Since the first guest quest was in progress, I could enter anywhere, but I deliberately chose the living room. Not a closed space like a room or bathroom, but an open area—licking Nayoung's pussy there seemed like it would be even hotter. And since it was just the two of us, there was no one to worry about.

Wait... what if another woman shows up? Do I have to lock the door and only fuck in the rooms? The thought suddenly hit me. Once I fill up all the way to the second floor, it'll be 5:1. Six-way's a later story... but sex would come with restrictions. Because there'd be eyes watching.

Fucking Ara and getting caught by Nayoung... whoa, that'd be a total disaster. The ideal would be a threesome, but the girls wouldn't just go along with that. Ara's glued to me, and Nayoung's got insane possessiveness. Hell, what woman wants to share a man for no reason?

Thwack!

"Ack!"

"Where'd your mind wander off to? You're supposed to be licking me!"

Nayoung, sprawled on the sofa, furrowed her brows. She was pissed that I'd spaced out and ignored her.

"I was savoring you too. You with your nose, me with my eyes."

It was a hasty excuse, but not entirely wrong. When I laid her on the sofa, I'd been admiring the elegant line from her nape down to her calves. I'd seen plenty of well-endowed girl groups and actresses while working at the agency, but Nayoung held her own against any of them. No wonder the channel subscribers said they only saw her on screen. It was just that Ara's naked body from my dream overlapped for a second, pulling me into a threesome fantasy—not that I'd deliberately looked away.

"I'll take back what I said when we were drinking before."

"What?"

"That all the agency's celebs are prettier than ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you."

"Oh."

Her cheeks flushed like the ripe flesh of a peach. One bite and sweet juice would burst out.

"You don't lose to them at all. Among civilians, you're straight-up top tier."

"Flatter me all you want, it's not coming out."

"Why not? Spread your legs."

She gushes like a fountain when she's excited.

*Slurp, smack... sluuuurp, sluuuuurp*

"Hngh... there, hnn, weird... ahh...."

Fucking sweet. Every lick up and down made her juices spring forth—I could practically splash around with my tongue. Before, I'd devoured her like an oasis in the desert, but today I leisurely swam my lips and tongue around ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her entrance. Teasing her to open up the conversation was the goal.

"Haa... today's different, kinda."

"How so?"

"Before, you just went all in, but hnn... there, good... today it's tickly, slow ups and downs... this is nice too...."

Spreading it like lotion all around, then flicking lightly—her hips twitched. Her waist undulating like a wave was insanely sensual. The sticky nasal breaths with every pant, the low moans slipping between our words—they doubled the arousal. An obscene serenade with no bad notes, a symphony of excitement.

"So damn tasty. The scent's wild too—driving me crazy."

It wrecked my smell and taste in the best way. A flavor that screamed for sex, insanely stimulating.

"Hnn, haang... you like it that much?"

"Yeah. Addictive... no, already hooked. I could lick you all day."

"Then lick. If you want, I'll keep spreading. But feed me. Fuck me at night."

Her expression said she meant it. She was coming around. Being with me meant she could do this anytime—that's why the words slipped out.

This was the perfect timing to hit one of the quest conditions.

"Then... wanna move in here?"

"What?"

Her eyes went wide, so I dragged my tongue deep—hyaaang! Her hips bucked.

"Shit, while you're talking... move in? You mean...?"

She was jumping ahead, so ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I quickly clarified.

"It's a guesthouse. Five rooms, so take one. I'm gonna run it properly now."

I emphasized first guest, but she looked a bit disappointed. Maybe she thought cohabitation.

"Hmm, sounds okay, I guess..."

Heroines perceive this place as a guesthouse. Becoming a guest means she can do this with me anytime—naturally appealing.

"Your officetel in Seoul—you quit the company, no need anymore."

I got it near work for convenience, but no reason to stay post-resignation.

"How much?"

"Ten thousand a day."

"You psycho, how we gonna eat charging that?"

Even non-tourist guesthouses are over fifty thousand. Dorm beds under twenty are rare. Free might raise suspicion, so minimal rate. Sex with guests nets hundreds per pop—revenue's no issue.

"Not in it for the money. Wanna live doing this with you—that's why."

I made clear the goal was mingling bodies over cash. Her cheeks reddened more.

"Ahem, you want me that bad..."

"So move in. Place is officetel-level, great views."

She looked decided but stalled. Wanted to hear more desire.

"Came down to rest, but alone's meh. With you—meals together, drinks, lick when horny. Perfect, right?"

"You'll lick anytime I ask?"

"Yeah."

"Fuck me when tired?"

"Obviously."

"Feed me?"

"Say what you crave anytime."

"Hmmm..."

Pretending to ponder, I dropped the last condition.

"But no short stays. Minimum one-year contract."

Basically cohabiting a year. Irresistible for Nayoung.

"You want me that much... fine. I'll move in."

Yes! Hinted excitement worked. Secured Nayoung as first guest.

Time froze as she grinned. System intervening in reality.

Move-in bonus, huh. Figured first guest meant something—yep, bonus confirmed.

A window showed the move-in guest status. All empty except first guest Nayoung.

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