One kiss.
And that cost 300,000 won per minute.
This wasn't just a good deal; it was highway robbery.
Didn't kiss rooms charge less than 100,000 won per hour?
They might see me as a sucker, but I can honestly say I didn't regret spending a single penny. Their looks were beyond celebrity-level, and I had money to burn.
"It's my turn now," Seri, the girl in the shirt next to me, said. Her punishment was written on the paper on the table:
>Leave a kiss mark.
Seri pressed her lips to my neck.
Smack. Slurp. Suck. Slurrrp. Smack.
She sucked on my neck. It tickled, but it felt good. My neck was one of my two erogenous zones, and it definitely felt better than when a woman sucked on my nipples.
Before my eyes, I saw her breasts, covered by her shirt. The top three buttons were undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage.
"Huff," Seri exhaled, leaving a red kiss mark on my neck.
"Oppa, you seem to like your neck?"
"Who wouldn't when you're sucking on it? 150,000 won."
She giggled softly and pulled away. I caught a glimpse of her light brown areola through the gap in her shirt.
Next, it was my turn to carry out a punishment.
>Breast workout.
It was clearly a punishment designed for women. Of course, I hadn't written it.
"I'm giving up."
"Huh?"
"What? It's just a chest workout!"
"Oppa, what about the mood?"
The women around me protested, but I remained firm.
"Chest workouts are too much. And, I told you beforehand there's no penalty for giving up. You could all give up too."
Even if they succeeded, the prize money would come from my own pocket. Naturally, it was in my best interest to avoid the punishment.
I eliminated the penalty shots not because I wanted to save on alcohol, but because I didn't want them to get drunk. I wanted to sleep with them while they were sober.
"Since Oppa gave up, it's my turn right away. Can I get on the table?"
Bunny Girl Noah asked. Her punishment was one I had written myself:
> Sexy pose.
"Of course it's possible. I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll show me."
A space was cleared on the table by moving a few dishes to the adjacent table. There wasn't even a wine glass in front of me, just a bowl for money.
"To be honest, I'm not very good at sexy poses, but I'll try my best."
"How modest of you."
A bunny girl who can't do sexy poses? I let out a hollow laugh. And before she'd even finished speaking, she was already on the table.
Noah squatted down, facing me directly, and struck a pose.
She spread her knees wide, revealing her crotch.
Then she raised both arms behind her head, fully exposing her smooth, white armpits perfectly shaved and flawless.
"How do I look?"
"Sexy."
"That's a relief~"
Noah arched her back, as if deliberately emphasizing her chest. The front of her outfit slipped slightly, revealing the pink areolae decorating her white breasts.
"Eek~!"
She let out a small shriek and hurriedly adjusted her clothes.
I knew she had done it on purpose. In fact, most of the women here probably noticed it too.
"...300,000 won."
Her flawlessly beautiful areolae earned her some bonus points.
The punishment games continued, growing increasingly daring.
The dramatic turning point came late in the fourth round.
Betty was a young woman with short, choppy hair and a carefree vibe. She wore a sky-blue tank top and a short denim skirt, her B-cup chest barely contained.
I chose her because of her abs a clearly defined abdominal muscles that could only be achieved through consistent training and discipline.
When it was her turn to perform her punishment, she casually climbed onto the table, which had by now become a makeshift stage.
"Actually, this is a bit embarrassing," she said, though her tone betrayed no hint of embarrassment. "I wouldn't want to ruin the mood."
I glanced at her punishment:
Remove top.
The moment has finally arrived.
Considering we started with a deep kiss, it might seem a bit late, but taking off clothes carries a different weight. This marks the point where the intensity will escalate rapidly.
Let's do five rounds and then switch to King's Game.
As I finalized my plan, Betty crawled across the table toward me on her knees, deliberately grabbing the hem of her tank top with both hands and pulling it up.
"Haah... It was getting hot anyway."
Her firm, perky B-cup breasts emerged, showing no sign of sagging. The rosy-pink nipples were quite large and already stiff with arousal.
As I stared blankly at her chest, Betty leaned closer.
"You're going to wear a hole through them with your eyes. If it's you, Oppa, you can touch them."
"R-really?"
"Of course. It's just a breast."
I reached out and covered her breasts with both hands. They fit perfectly in my palms.
Wow.
They were incredibly firm. When I pressed my fingers into them, they seemed to push back against my touch. I squeezed one nipple before letting go.
"Eek!"
"400,000 won!"
The highest amount yet in the punishment game.
"Woo-hoo!"
Betty cheered, grabbed eight 50,000 won bills, and returned to her seat.
400,000 won for just letting me touch her breast once? She really hit the jackpot today.
"How much have I spent so far?"
"9.5 million won."
Seri, the girl in the shirt clinging to my left arm, said, "This is the last punishment game. Let's play King's Game next time. What do you think?"
"What do I think? Is that even a question? Of course, I'm in!"
Their eyes lit up. They knew the real fun began with the King's Game.
The final punishment games mostly involved stripping or simulated sexual acts.
>Panty Removal
Seri climbed onto the table, bent forward, and slowly pulled down her panties. I swallowed hard.
Her breasts strained downward, nearly bursting from her shirt, as her panties slid lower, revealing her pink, neatly trimmed pubic area in an inverted triangle.
"...500,000 won."
I said, placing the money on her seat.
Seri, held them up and grinned like a mischievous spirit.
"These panties... I don't need them anymore. Want them, Oppa? It's a little extra."
"Quite the service."
I gladly accepted the red panties.
...Huh?
As I touched the still-warm panties, I noticed a pale, milky fluid staining the middle. No need to guess it was her arousal fluid.
"Now it's your turn, Oppa."
"Ah... right."
I drew a slip from the lottery, and my face immediately soured.
I had drawn the punishment I'd written myself.
"What is it? What's the punishment?"
To satisfy their curiosity, I revealed the punishment:
> Strip Dance.
"Wow, that's pretty intense."
"Oppa, are you passing again this time?"
"I'm a little disappointed."
The reactions around me were less than enthusiastic.
Withdrawing now would definitely kill the mood. Just look at Seri, who had sat next to me earlier she had boldly stripped off her panties and flashed her bare bottom.
"It's the last round, so I guess I have no choice."
I took off my shoes and socks and climbed onto the table. The music, which had been playing automatically, was a sultry, sensual track.
Wriggle. Wriggle.
Even with my overflowing self-confidence, my dancing skills were atrocious. Unlike Oh Junhyeok, I didn't frequent clubs, and I preferred watching others dance to actually dancing myself.
"Kyahahaha! What kind of dance is that~?"
"Oppa, you're such a terrible dancer~"
They teased me, but their eyes never left me. In fact, they seemed even more captivated.
It's because of this massive tent I've got pitched.
I ripped off my shirt and tossed it into a corner. Then, with a languid sway, I unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants.
"..."
The laughter and chatter around me died down. My groin was already straining against my underwear, threatening to tear through the fabric. The tip of my erection glistened with Cowper's fluid.
Just as men are drawn to women's vaginas, women are equally fascinated by men's cocks.
Sway... sway...
I continued to gyrate provocatively on the table, finally stripping off my underwear.
My cock sprang forth with such force, I half-expected to hear a boing! sound effect.
The pink glans glistened with Cowper's fluid seeping from the urethra. A thick shaft, too large to grasp with both hands, stood erect amidst the dark pubic thicket.
I swayed with a sense of liberation, dancing like a clown from a movie scene I once saw. With each sway of my body, my massive cock bobbed and swung.
May my cock be worth more than my money.
The King's Game had begun.
But this was no ordinary King's Game.
The King wasn't chosen by lot, but through democratic means.
It was only natural that I, the Money Master, became King. The seven young ladies drew lots, but I never learned which numbers they picked.
Their numbers didn't matter anyway. What mattered was that I was King.
"It feels a bit unfair for me to be the only one doing a strip dance. Let's have numbers 1 through 7 each take a three-minute turn. Reward: 1 million won. Deal?"
"Deal!"
Number 1 was Violet, a mixed-race woman with striking blue eyes. She stood over 175 cm tall, wearing a shimmering blue halter dress that accentuated her long, shapely legs.
"Can I... change the song?"
Her pronunciation was slightly awkward, but it came across as endearing rather than strange.
"Do whatever you want."
The stage was, of course, the table. The music was a sticky, sexy foreign song that sounded like it was about searching for bananas.
She danced to the rhythm, and my attention was drawn to her lower body. Her hips swayed slowly in time with the music.
Was she a stripper in her past life? How else could she dance like that?
Violet threw off her holodress, just as I had done earlier, revealing her swaying breasts. Each time she moved her upper body, her breasts jiggled.
Next, she knelt on the table like a dog, shaking her hips and pulling down her panties. Her bare, hairless pussy was exposed.
In the final moments, Violet shook her plump ass right in front of my face.
A drop of her wetness splashed onto my cheek. The scent of her lewd pussy filled my nostrils, and I unconsciously gripped my cock with one hand.
I barely restrained the urge to stand up, grab her ass, and fuck her right there.
"...I want to suck that pussy."
"You can suck it once."
"Later. It's the next person's turn."
I gifted Violet a million won.
After watching the women's strip dance, I could only say one thing:
Incredible.
They must have practiced or learned their routines separately, because they all moved with professional grace.
Heh heh heh.
I scanned the room.
Everyone was naked except for Bunny Girl Noah. She had stripped during the dance, but I missed her bunny outfit, so I made her put it back on.
Her breasts remained exposed, and I personally cut open her stockings and leotard to reveal her pussy. Like Violet, she had a white pussy.
"I'm going to take photos of your vaginas. Anyone object? Fifty thousand won per person."
I glanced around. No one seemed surprised, so the rumors about the vagina photos must have already spread.
"No objections? Good. Gather around. Let's build a butt tower."
I directed them to stack their butts on the table, creating a butt tower.
First, I had two girls kneel down, forming the base. Then, we carefully stacked butts on top of each other, making sure each vagina and anus were clearly visible.
Seri, the last girl, climbed onto the two three-tiered butt columns, acting as the roof. Her butt nestled between the two columns.
Good. It's good, but something's missing...
Wondering what was lacking, I inserted my finger into Seri's vagina.
Squish, squish.
"Ahhh! Oppa?!"
"Just a moment."
Squish, squish, squish.
As her vaginal fluids streamed down, I withdrew my finger. The fluid had flowed past her clitoris, soaked her pubic hair, and was about to drip downward.
Now this is a scene I can appreciate.
Click. Click. Click.
Grinning with satisfaction, I snapped photos: close-ups of her vagina, full shots, different angles and compositions. Only after taking at least thirty shots did I finally feel satisfied.
"Alright. Let's start the real King's Game now."