"...Madam, I'm going to cum inside."
"Haaah... ahhh..."
After ejaculating into Madam's vagina, I slowly withdrew.
I was currently in Madam's office the CEO's office of Yeong Hyejeong. Madam sat perched on her desk, legs spread wide.
Her blouse was unbuttoned, revealing her breasts, and her tight skirt was hiked up to her lower abdomen. Thick white semen dripped from her hairy vagina.
Madam Kim Mi-ok pulled out a tissue and meticulously wiped herself clean. I watched her clean up, staring blankly.
"So, what are your demands?"
"Huh?"
When I tilted my head in confusion, Madam let out a small sigh.
"You weren't listening properly, were you?"
"It's because of you, Madam. Your body is too alluring; I couldn't concentrate."
"...What's gotten into you, saying such things? Come here, I'll clean you up."
Madam touched my limp cock. With delicate fingers, she wiped away the fluids and semen. Needless to say, my cock stiffened again during the process.
I saw Madam quietly lick her lips as she gazed at my cock.
I pulled up my pants. Rolling around with Madam was enjoyable, but I had too much to do today.
"Special Room 6, where you went, has a camera installed. The other rooms don't, so don't jump to any hasty conclusions."
"Ah, the camera. But why?"
"...You only ever go into Special Room 6, don't you? It's only natural you'd notice the camera's presence once you got used to it.
I'm just revealing this to you before it becomes a problem. Of course, this is a secret. Only I, the Chief of Security, and you know about it."
"Oh, really? Still, I'm going to keep using Special Room 6. Madam probably still finds it hard to trust me, so she can keep an eye on me through the camera."
The reason i insisted on using Special Room 6 was precisely because of the camera. I planned to hack it and extract the footage. To do that, the camera couldn't be turned off.
"...Are you being magnanimous, or is this some kind of fetish?"
"Naturally, I'm being magnanimous. By the way, my fetish is for beautiful women. And of course, Madam falls within my fetish range too."
"All these sweet words are making me uneasy."
Madam meticulously straightened her unbuttoned blouse, her elegant gestures surprisingly swift. I realized even tidying clothes could be an art form.
"Now, why don't you tell me what you want?"
I remembered. Before I fucked her, I'd casually mentioned having a condition in exchange for keeping quiet about the camera.
"...Oh, right. Free room use?"
"Absolutely not. How would we make a living? I can offer a 10% discount, though."
"Ah. Then something else."
Madam slipped on the black fishnet panties she'd tossed aside. Her abundant pubic hair peeked through the mesh.
"...Two conditions. First, a video of you masturbating."
"What...?"
"Madam, you need to know what it feels like to be on camera. Your face doesn't have to be visible, but your entire body must be shown for it to count. And it has to be a good view."
"...These demands are beyond my imagination. Alright, I'll give it a try."
Madam gripped the hem of her tight skirt and slowly slid it down. Her panties gradually disappeared from view. I couldn't understand why seeing her fully clothed was so arousing.
"For the second request... you know I like room sex, right? When it's time for the girls to be chosen, bring me the ones who are willing to do it. Not the ones I played with last time I want new faces."
In the entertainment industry, a madam wields considerable power. Especially here in Yeong Hyejeong, Kim Mi-ok's authority is practically absolute. If she actively cooperates, I'll be able to have even wilder fun than before.
"Hmm... That's a bit tricky. Despite appearances, Yeong Hyejeong strictly prohibits sexual activity."
"I can spend a hundred million won here tonight."
"Hmm..."
I approached Madam, cupped her cheek, and kissed her.
My tongue slipped between her lips like a key sliding into a lock, parting them effortlessly. Her tongue met mine, and the two danced in a sticky, intimate exploration of each other's mouths.
"Please, Madam."
"...Haa. With mass cancellations today and signs of an economic downturn, it might be possible."
"Yeong Hyejeong facing an economic downturn?" I asked, my eyes widening in disbelief.
"Apparently, the Blue House briefed politicians on something today. There's a hint of another scandal involving lawmakers and corporate corruption. Guests are naturally being cautious."
"...Ah."
It felt like something I had done had triggered this.
Pretending not to notice anything, I pulled away from Madam.
Entering Special Room 6, I took the money from my backpack and placed it on the table. Twenty neatly stacked bundles of bills, totaling 100 million won. I intended to spend it all as tips.
"...Stacking it like this doesn't have enough impact. It's not quite enough to establish dominance."
Would it have been more impressive to stack a hundred bundles of 10,000 won bills instead?
After a moment's hesitation, I glanced at the large fruit bowl on the table. It was overflowing with grapes, bananas, plums, and other fruits.
After some deliberation, I transferred the fruit to another empty bowl and emptied the money into the original bowl. A bowl overflowing with 50,000 won bills was now complete.
"Perfect. This is it."
With the money bowl in front of me, I could tip as I pleased.
"Hehehe."
I had money. And if the economy was struggling, the girls would be even more eager to please.
My anticipation swelled as I waited for the selection time. Soon, the door opened, and the Madam entered, followed by the hostesses.
"Wow..."
I couldn't help but gasp.
I already knew from experience that Yeong Hyejeong's hostesses were top-tier. These women, with celebrity-level beauty, wore provocative outfits that's why people came to Yeong Hyejeong.
But today, their outfits were even more daring.
Some dresses were so low-cut they seemed about to reveal nipples, while others were skirts that barely covered the edges of panties. There were women in silk lingerie and others wearing nothing but a single shirt.
But the girl who truly captured my attention was the one dressed as a Bunny Girl. Her black leotard lingerie and rabbit-ear headband were more than enough to stir my lust.
"Alright, who will you play with tonight?" the Madam urged, pressing me to choose.
I glanced at the crowd and my jaw dropped slightly. There were nearly thirty women, all dressed provocatively, though none quite as daring as the Bunny Girl.
Their eyes were fixed not on me, but on the bowl of money in front of me.
My reputation must have spread: I play hard, but I tip even harder.
That was my intention, and it had worked. The scene before me was proof.
"Seven," I said, unbuttoning the top two buttons of my shirt.
"Tonight, I'll be playing hard with exactly seven of you. I've prepared 100 million won for this."
They must know where this is headed. The Madam wouldn't have brought them here without explaining, and even if they didn't, they'd surely sense the atmosphere.
"So, if you're not prepared, leave now. Both the Madam and I will understand. Right?"
The Madam nodded with a smile, agreeing with my proposal. I gave them a generous minute to decide, but no one left the room.
The selection process began.
Their brief introductions followed, and I focused with all my might.
"Alright, let's begin. First, the Bunny Girl."
No matter how I thought about it, there was no reason not to choose the Bunny Girl. Her full breasts and slender waist, her firm, rounded hips, and her long, shapely legs encased in black stockings they relentlessly stimulated a man's primal instincts.
"I'm Noah. Nice to meet you."
Noah shook her long brown hair and approached me with the grace of a model, settling to my right and crossing her legs. I had to restrain myself from instinctively reaching out to her as I continued my selection.
Now, it was time to choose the woman who would sit to my left.
Damn it! All thirty of them are stunning! This is too hard.
After agonizing over the decision, I chose the woman wearing only a white shirt and red T-string. Her D-cup breasts were impressive, but it was the nipples, clearly visible through the thin fabric, that sealed the deal.
This is... even harder than choosing between jjampong and jajangmyeon, fried chicken and yangnyeom chicken.
My dick was already hard just from looking at them. Not fully erect, but definitely pitching a tent. It was hidden from view by the table, though.
"Hehe."
The Bunny Girl, having noticed my bulge, giggled softly and stroked my thigh. Feels good, but this is getting dangerous.
Damn it. I need to hurry up and choose so we can get started. Besides, I'll be back... not tomorrow, but the day after anyway.
Time is money.
I repeated that famous saying to myself as I quickly made my choices.
Seven girls in total.
My Vitality stat was 15, which should be enough to handle them if I paced myself. Plus, I had my Full Recovery Skill.
"Alright then. Have a good time."
The Madam led the unchosen girls out of the room.
I looked around. Beautiful women, each with their own unique charm, were watching me intently.
"Shall we start with dancing and singing? Or drinks? Or maybe a game?"
The plan was to warm up the atmosphere with dancing and singing, then transition to a more suggestive mood with drinks and games.
After that, we'd all become animals.
That was my plan. Of course, the "money" cheat code would be used at various points throughout the plan.
"Let's start with a game. I heard you play games really passionately, Oppa?" Bunny Girl Noah said, her gaze fixed on the money bowl. She seemed to already know about the King's Game I'd played in the room before.
"Alright. Let's make it a punishment game this time."
"A punishment game?" Seri, the girl in the shirt next to me, asked, her expression puzzled.
"Everyone writes a punishment on a piece of paper, and we draw them randomly.
If you succeed in completing the punishment written on the paper you draw, you get a prize. If you fail or give up, there's no penalty.
By the way, the harsher the punishment, the bigger the prize will be. Naturally, I'll be the one to judge."
I said with a sinister grin, planning to move on to the King's Game after this.
The girls exchanged glances. Whether they collaborated or competed, it didn't matter to me. If the punishment was mild, I wouldn't give them any money. If it was severe, I'd pay them.
Here, money could buy anything.
"Sounds good~. I'll get the paper."
The girl sitting at the far end of the room left and returned in less than a minute, carrying paper, pens, and a lottery box.
"Alright, let's start. Write the punishments secretly. Knowing them in advance would ruin the fun."
I gave them one minute to write down their punishments, then wrote my own pre-planned punishment on a slip of paper and dropped it into the lottery box.
> Sexy Pose
This should be appropriate, I thought. If I just wrote something like "fellatio" right from the start without any buildup, it would just kill the mood.
"Alright, let's shake it up! Shake it up!"
I grabbed the box, gave it a good shake, and handed it to the woman sitting on the far left.
"You have to draw a slip right after putting yours in. Otherwise, it's invalid."
"Okay~"
Her alias at Yeong Hyejeong was "Hara."
Her short hair was dyed blonde, and she wore a see-through red negligee that blatantly revealed her navel and red panties.
Her fox-like face was particularly charming when she smiled, her eyes curving into crescent moons.
"Ummm..."
Hara frowned, studying the punishment slip with a troubled expression.
"Giving up? No need to push yourself."
The young woman sitting next to Hara spoke to her, "No, you can do it."
Hara glanced at the money bowl in front of me before rising from her seat and approaching me. Only then could I see the contents of the penalty slip in her hand:
> Deep kiss. 1 minute.
...Ha.
This penalty was several times more intense than the one I had written.
I was certain: the seven young women here were competing with each other. Their obvious goal was the money bowl in front of me.
Good. This is going well.
The situation was unfolding favorably for me.
Hara approached me but hesitated, noticing the tent in my pants. I cursed inwardly, but there was nothing I could do.
The Bunny Girl next to me had been gently stroking my thigh just moments ago; if I didn't react, I'd look impotent.
Is she going to give up?
No. Instead, she sat on my right thigh, her thigh pressing against my cock. My cock pressed back against her thigh in protest, but her thigh brazenly refused to budge.
"Oppa, open your mouth."
As I slightly parted my lips, her cold hands cupped my cheeks.
She kissed me, her soft tongue sliding into my mouth.
"Mmm~"
Hara's upper body collapsed against mine, her firm breasts pressing against my chest. She sucked on my tongue with loud, wet kisses, as if showing off to the other women around us.
"Wait! A minute's up!"
"Too bad. Your tongue tasted so good, Oppa."
Hara casually brushed against my cock, pretending it was an accident, before getting up.
"How much is the prize money?"
"3... 300,000 won."
I wiped the saliva dripping from my chin with my thumb. It wasn't my saliva, but Hara's.
"Okay. I'll take it."
The money remaining in the bowl was now 99.7 million won, down from 100 million.
The other girls' eyes burned with resentment as they watched Hara claim the money.