Reika and Mi-young were already out cold. No surprise there—their jobs revolved around catering to politicians and top-tier executives, leaving them with more than enough to stress over. Exhaustion was inevitable.
Women in their line of work faced heavy pressure. Ideally, three young women in their early twenties would have more energy to spare. He glanced at Hera, still sprawled out, her body trembling slightly in the aftermath of her climax.
'Tsk.' He clicked his tongue and leaned back against the sofa. He could wake them if he wanted—after all, he had dropped a hundred million won. They were technically obligated to serve him. 'But what's the point? Let them sleep. I might as well rest too.'
Truth be told, he was feeling it now. Over an hour of nonstop pounding had taken its toll. He'd climaxed once with Mi-young, once with Reika, and twice with Hera. His hips ached, his muscles burned. 'Did I really just come four times in a row?'
Thinking about it, his stamina was ridiculous. But it wasn't just that—the sight of these women, each one looking like a top-tier actress, had set him on fire. "Phew…" Jason exhaled, the faint scent of alcohol clinging to his breath. 'Damn, I drank a lot, didn't I?' Yet, his mind was sharp—clear as ever.
Before awakening his ability, his liver had been a mess. Medical tests had flagged his enzyme levels, and just one bottle of soju had been enough to leave him red-faced and woozy.
Now? He'd downed four bottles of whiskey just to set the mood, and he still wasn't even tipsy. 'Maybe it's not just my libido that got a boost. My liver must've leveled up too.' He took another swig from the glass on the table. Warmth spread through his body, but not the slightest haze of intoxication. 'Shit… That bar tab's gonna hurt.'
Reika, sitting beside him, had poured another drink and offhandedly suggested ordering more liquor. He'd agreed without thinking, fully aware of how places like this gouged their clients. 'Wonder how much the total's gonna be? Whatever, no tip—I'll just put it on the card.'
Just then, the door creaked open. Jason frowned. No one had been called. Yet, it had swung wide on its own.
***
A few moments ago, Michelle Kim had been casually monitoring the situation on-screen. The moment Jason returned and unwrapped a jacket stuffed with one hundred million won, The Swan Tavern's top hostesses went silent.
So did Michelle—but for an entirely different reason. 'A hundred million? Not bad, but not exactly shocking.' No, what caught her off guard was something else. '…This guy's supposed to be a killer? He doesn't look like one at all.'
Most people imagined killers as cold, ruthless, and calculating. But the man on the monitor? He looked more like an eager, wide-eyed college kid than some hardened assassin. Reika, Hera, and Mi-young handled him well. Reika, being the second oldest hostess after the Madam, naturally took the lead. 'As expected from Reika. If she's in charge, things should stay under control.'
Or so she thought.
Michelle had underestimated that hundred million. To her, it wasn't much. But to the hostesses? It was life-changing. And Jason? He had no hesitation diving right in. He boldly initiated contact, and none of the women resisted—maybe because he was so young, maybe because he didn't come off as threatening.
The mood quickly escalated into a full-blown after-party. Soon enough, Jason's hands were on Hera and Reika's chests, and from there, things spiraled into outright debauchery. Michelle's breath caught as she caught a glimpse of Jason's fully nude form. Her eyes widened. 'Oh… my…' She reflexively covered her mouth. His cock was enormous. She had already noticed he was big, but now? Fully erect, it was almost unreal. "…Have they lost their damn minds?" she muttered under her breath. Then, narrowing her eyes at the screen, she mused, "Maybe it's time for a little refresher lesson."
The three women sprawled across the table, completely exposed, even letting Jason photograph their pussies—an act that left Michelle Kim utterly baffled. "Haah…" She exhaled, her breath coming out hotter than she expected.
She had seen all kinds of things in those rooms. Sex didn't shock her anymore. And yet, her gaze stayed locked on him—specifically, on Jason's massive erection, far beyond what any average Korean man could boast. 'How the hell does that even fit inside a woman?'
A flicker of curiosity slid down her spine. 'What would it feel like?' She imagined the sheer stretch, the way a woman's body would have to accommodate something that size… and swallowed hard.
Michelle hadn't had sex in half a year. Customers always went for the younger girls, and her position kept her from stepping forward. "Mm." She cast a quick glance around, then locked the manager's office door before sinking back into her chair.
With practiced ease, she slid her panties off beneath her skirt. The vivid red fabric was soaked through. "In the old days, I used to go at it over a hundred times a month…" she murmured, lifting her pristine white skirt as she casually propped one leg up on the desk.
Cool air met her heated, exposed pussy, offering a brief respite from the overwhelming heat pooling between her thighs. But that chill only made the ache sharper, the throbbing needier. Her fingers drifted lower, brushing over the damp curls between her legs.
The slickness clung to her fingertips. "Ah… my sticky little honey… If only someone would come clean it for me…" Without hesitation, she plunged three slender fingers deep inside herself. Her body tensed, tightened—but this was just a warm-up.
On the screen, Jason drove that thick, impossibly big cock into Mi-young's petite slit. "Ahh… a young cock…" Michelle parted her lips, letting out slow, heated breaths.
When was the last time she'd been stretched by a cock like that? Ten years? Maybe more.
For a decade, she had taken nothing but soft, wrinkled shafts from old men whose bodies had long lost their prime. She moaned for them, rode them like a pro, but never once had she truly climaxed. How could she, when their cocks barely got hard, let alone stayed that way for more than ten minutes?