Leisure Life : My Secret Portal to Pleasure!

Chapter 26 - I Want It Too (R-18)

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Reika and Mi-young were barely conscious. It made sense—their professional roles involved catering to politicians and top-level execs, leaving them plenty to worry over. Exhaustion was natural.

Besides, women in that field face heavy stress. Ideally, three young women in their early twenties would manage better on their own. He glanced at Hera; she still hadn't recovered from her climax. 'Tsk.' He clicked his tongue internally, leaning back against the sofa. He could've roused them if he wanted—he had paid a hundred million won, so they were technically obliged to serve him. 'But I don't want to wake them up. Might as well rest myself.'

Truthfully, he was tired, too. It had been over an hour of nonstop pumping. After climaxing once with Mi-young, once with Reika, and twice with Hera, he felt some strain, his hips starting to ache. 'Did I just come four times in a row with them?' Reflecting on it calmly, his stamina was remarkable. It wasn't just that; the sight of these women—who resembled actual actresses—had thoroughly fired him up.

***

"Phew..." A faint alcohol scent lingered on Jason's breath. 'Now that he thought about it, he had drunk quite a bit, but his mind was still clear.'

Before awakening his ability, his liver hadn't been in great shape—medical tests had shown high enzyme levels, and once a single bottle of soju had already flushed him badly. 'He'd knocked back four bottles of whiskey earlier to set the mood, and he still wasn't tipsy.' He suspected that with increased libido, his liver function might also have improved.

He gulped the whiskey on the table. Though his body felt warm, he wasn't the least bit drunk. 'Damn... He'd have to pay extra for the bar tab later.'

Reika, sitting beside him, had poured another drink and proposed ordering more liquor, so he'd agreed thoughtlessly—knowing how exorbitant such places could be. 'He wondered what the total would be? Probably no tip—he'd just put it on his card.'

Right then, the door opened. Jason scowled; no one had been summoned, yet it had swung wide.

***

A few moment ago, Michelle Kim was monitoring the situation on-screen. The moment Jason came back and unwrapped a jacket containing one hundred million won, not only The Swan Tavern's top hostesses but Michelle Kim herself fell speechless. Yet for different reasons—she didn't find one hundred million that impressive in itself. '...He's supposed to be a killer? He doesn't look like one at all.'

Typically, a killer is imagined as cold, merciless, and methodical. But this man on the monitor looked like a naive boy.Reika, Hera, and Mi-young handled him well. Reika took charge—she was the second oldest hostess after the Madam, with plenty of experience. 'As expected from Reika. With her, no big issues should come up.'

Still, Michelle had underestimated that hundred million. For her, that sum wasn't huge—but for the hostesses, it was. Jason had boldly initiated physical contact, and the women didn't resist—maybe because he was so young. The mood rose until it became a full-blown after-party. Jason soon had his hands on Hera's and Reika's chests, and from there, the explicitness escalated rapidly.

'Oh my...' When Michelle Kim caught a glimpse of Jason's nude form, she gasped, covering her mouth. His cock was enormous. She'd noticed it was big before, but fully erect, it surpassed all expectations. "...Have they lost their minds? Should we give them a refresher lesson?"

The three women lay on the table, letting him even photograph his cock—an act that baffled Michelle Kim . "Haah." She exhaled heatedly. Sex in those rooms rarely surprised her, yet her eyes stayed locked on Jason's massive erection—far exceeding an average Korean man's. She wondered how it might feel if it plunged into a woman's body.

Michelle Kim hadn't had sex in half a year. Customers typically sought younger girls, and her position kept her from stepping forward. "Mm." She darted a quick glance around, locked the manager's office door, sat down again, and slipped her panties from under her skirt. Her vivid red underwear was drenched. "In the old days, I used to go at it over a hundred times a month..." She lifted her pristine white skirt and casually rested one leg atop the desk. Her pussy was fully exposed. The cool air offered a slight relief to her overheated flesh, yet that chill only heightened her pleasure. Her fingers drifted to her pussy, where the hair was matted with her own wetness. "Ah... my sticky little honey... If only someone would come clean it for me..."

Three slender fingers delved deep into her vagina. Her eyes narrowed. For her, finger play was just a warm-up.

On-screen, Jason thrust that huge cock into Mi-young's petite slit. "Ahh... a young cock..."

Michelle parted her lips slightly, exhaling heated breaths.

When was the last time she had enjoyed a youthful cock? It had been at least ten years. In all that time, only soft, wrinkled shafts from old men had entered her. Though she would moan theatrically when riding them, she never truly climaxed. Their cocks seldom got fully erect—and if so, barely stayed that way more than ten minutes—how could she orgasm from that? "That cock... just putting it in might make me come."

Born a seductress, Michelle lost herself in self-pleasure, picturing that massive cock massaging her insides. But even after so long without masturbating, an orgasm stayed out of reach. "...Oh my. Reika's going at it... rocking those hips..." She'd worked alongside Reika for years, both on and off the job. Michelle knew Reika's secret—that she was married—and also knew Reika wasn't that keen on sex. She wasn't one to pump her hips so enthusiastically. It really made Michelle Kim wonder how good that cock had to be.

"Ahh... ah..." As though she were Reika herself, Michelle Kim began sliding her fingers against her slick folds. Her arousal had spiked when Hera and Jason pressed his body with Hera's body curved so deeply it looked like his cock might pierce all the way through. "I want that, too..." Yes, she wanted that kind of hard pounding.