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🕑 Added 2025-03-16 19:29:01 +0000 UTCChapter 26: Seo Na-yeon Gets Fucked on a 50 Million Won Bed
Early September 2022.
When someone who has never properly spent money in their life suddenly comes into money, they first focus on fulfilling basic needs. But once those basic needs are met, they start to feel a thirst for something more sophisticated. And childhood deprivation has a big influence on this.
You know how they say people who like large breasts often didn't get enough breastfeeding as infants or lacked maternal affection, leaving a complex that manifests later as a sexual preference? That's how childhood deprivation can leave very long-lasting scars.
Seo Na-yeon also developed a complex about education and social recognition from becoming a single mother at a very young age, never experiencing proper social life or attending school properly.
Of course, she wasn't going to become a late-in-life student herself, but she was fulfilling that desire vicariously through her promising son.
The fact that he had placed 1st or 2nd in his class in middle school without ever attending an academy suggested he had inherited very different genes from his blockhead mother, father, and sister.
So now that he was in his final year of high school... though it was a bit late, she went with her son to take a test at a math academy to help with his studies. Today was the day they would get the results.
"Hello. Are you the student's older sister?"
"What? Hoho. I'm his mother."
"...What? Oh, really? Um... excuse me, but are you perhaps his stepmother?"
"Hohoho! No, I'm his real mother."
With Kang Hyeon-seong now in his final year of high school, Seo Na-yeon was thirty-two years old.
But with her natural youthful looks and slow-aging constitution, Na-yeon's physical age remained in her early to mid-20s.
Her fashion showed her age a bit - tight white jeans that accentuated her large buttocks and long pretty legs. And she wore a sleeveless turtleneck crop top, usually called a "19-look".
Even without trying, the dense sexual allure of a MILF filled the counseling room.
The academy counselor blushed slightly and tried hard to pull his gaze away from Na-yeon's body.
"So... we did the Wechsler Intelligence test this time."
"Wech... what?"
"...The Wechsler Intelligence test, ma'am."
"Oh. I thought you meant vomiting."
"...Oh mom."
"What? I could not know."
While Hyeon-seong was embarrassed by his mother, whose brain seemed as pure as her face, the counselor continued announcing the intelligence test results.
"...So in your son's case, his verbal comprehension index is quite high, and his processing speed is also excellent. So in math as well..."
Though Na-yeon didn't understand about 80% of it, she felt pride and vicarious satisfaction that her son was so smart, unlike herself.
And though she hadn't been able to properly take care of such a son until now... now that she had money, things were different.
"Ah, then the academy fee..."
"Here too, we have courses, single subjects are..."
The approximate academy fee was 850,000 won per month. Including additional textbook fees and other subjects, it was just under 1 million won. It had to be quite expensive for a special class preparing for the college entrance exam for high school seniors.
But Na-yeon proudly puffed out her chest and asked to charge her check card (she hadn't been issued a credit card yet) in full.
"Hyeon-seong. Since we spent so much money, you have to study hard, okay?"
"Yeah... thank you."
No matter how good his basic intelligence was, he had still felt limitations with self-study. Kang Hyeon-seong also knew it was an enormous burden for his mother to spend money like this, so he felt both worried and touched.
Seo Na-yeon also felt something swelling in her chest.
'Come to think of it... I've never spent such a large amount of money on him before, have I?'
Thinking about it, Na-yeon realized this was the first time she had invested such a large sum for her child. But... she hadn't expected it to give her such satisfaction.
'I guess... you really need to have a lot of money.'
Once she had gotten a large sum of money, Seo Na-yeon found herself developing even bigger desires.
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34-year-old Kwak Young-cheol's criminal record was colorful.
Assault and threats were basic, and he had double-digit counts of rape. His methods varied from date rape drugs to gang rape and aggravated rape. Of course, he had threatened victims and silenced them with settlement money, so he only had one actual conviction from very early on.
For normal parents, these would obviously be actions to disown a child over, and the settlement money alone had cost several hundred million won over the years.
But coming from a family of true-born criminals, to Young-cheol's father, crimes of this level were seen as signs of a heroic nature.
Well... Young-cheol's father Kwak Tae-chon had a history of murder beyond threats and rape, so Young-cheol was just a novice compared to him.
Anyway, the important thing was that Young-cheol had fucked countless women over the past 20 years, whether by legal or illegal means.
The 10,000 hour rule applied here too - Young-cheol's skill at managing women, regardless of legality, had reached a considerable level.
Kwak Young-cheol treated Seo Na-yeon as an empty-headed woman good for fucking.
So he was gradually training her to accept his perverted desires, and had succeeded in making her go pantyless at work, slowly turning her into an obedient sex slave.
The problem was that 'training' a woman here wasn't just about making her feel some orgasms.
Unless her brain was fried on drugs, no matter how good sex felt, she still had some self-esteem and the sense to look out for her own interests.
It wasn't so easy to make someone completely devoted.
Though Seo Na-yeon was called empty-headed, that was because she was an immature adult with only a middle school education and no social experience, not because she was truly low intelligence and submitting to Young-cheol just because sex felt good.
"Hey. Want to come to my place after work?"
"Today? You're saying to go to your house?"
"Yeah. My wife's not here, so you should come over too."
What Young-cheol was forcing on Na-yeon as he trained her were perverse acts difficult to accept by social norms.
Having sex in the office, making her work in a short skirt with no panties - these provoked tremendous resistance.
It was only because Na-yeon had originally been trained to be submissive through various sexual abuses and rough violence from Tae-gu that she submitted even to Young-cheol's insane acts.
A normal woman would have obviously reported him.
And even for the relatively easy to handle Seo Na-yeon, if he just kept fucking her, she would eventually lose interest.
In the end, as a counterbalance, he had to provide sweet honey if she submitted to his training.
So - today was time for the carrot, not the stick. Young-cheol invited Na-yeon to his home.
"Here. Oppa's house. First time coming in?"
"Yeah..."
Incongruously with his ugly toad-like appearance, Kwak Young-cheol's residence was in a luxury villa in Cheongdam-dong. It was a spacious 64 pyeong (about 2,100 sq ft). The sale price would obviously be in the tens of billions of won. Of course, he hadn't purchased it just with money earned as a used car dealership owner - he had received help from his father, a major corporate gangster boss. But anyway, it accounted for a significant portion of Kwak Young-cheol's assets.
The interior was also elegantly decorated in a modern style according to Young-cheol's wife's taste. The floor finish right in front of them was Italian Bianco Carrara marble, costing 100 million won per pyeong. The dining table on the floor was made of Macassar ebony.
Of course, Na-yeon's knowledge level wasn't enough to recognize what was what, but even an idiot could tell it reeked of intense wealth.
"How is it? Killer, right?"
"Yeah... really... it's really amazing."
How did it compare to the house Na-yeon was living in now?
A damp semi-basement that smelled of mold. A studio with no privacy.
Did Na-yeon have sex with her husband next to her children because she didn't know shame? No, she did it pretending not to notice because they had no money to rent a motel and sex was the only enjoyable act available.
It's just that when she wasn't working and was only maintaining minimal subsistence on the money her husband occasionally gave like charity in that small room, the world of these upper classes didn't feel real.
She could dismiss it as a different world, and since it didn't feel real, she didn't desire it either.
The poor life she was living now was such an everyday, natural scene.
But... not anymore. The flickering fluorescent light in Na-yeon's semi-basement room and the elegant recessed ceiling lights that were clearly luxurious at a glance directly showed the difference in interior costs invested.
The imported Italian marble tiles and Na-yeon's bathroom tiles covered in mineral deposits,
"Here's our master bedroom. My wife insisted on using this bed, so I bought this fucking 50 million won Hästens bed."
"What?! The bed... costs 50 million won?"
"Yeah. Some idol uses this bed or something. But it is super plush. You know horsehair, like a horse's tail? They say they put that in."
The miserable contrast between her own home with cheap blankets spread on the floor and this fucking 50 million won bed.
It violently showed her the class difference between Young-cheol and herself.
Seo Na-yeon was overwhelmed by the lifestyle of the wealthy class she was seeing for the first time, and feelings of envy and aspiration slowly blossomed.
'The 5 million won I earned is really nothing.'
The 5 million won Young-cheol had thrown at her like charity after using her sexually dozens of times over a month. At first she had thought it was an enormous amount of money, but seeing the place where this bastard actually lived, that 5 million won was really nothing.
'It's not even 1/10 of the bed price.'
Behind Na-yeon, who was looking around the bedroom blankly with her mouth slightly open, Kwak Young-cheol gently pulled her to sit down, unlike his usual self, and whispered in a vulgar tone that didn't match the elegant interior decor.
"How about it? Want to spray your pussy juices all over this 50 million won bed? My wife's gone to America, so you can spill as much as you want."
"..."
Though Na-yeon hadn't given permission, Young-cheol slowly pulled up her tight H-line skirt that tightly wrapped her large buttocks, as if unwrapping a gift.
Na-yeon's buttocks, already pantyless, were exposed, and soon after he roughly pushed her to bend over on the plush master bedroom bed, the 50 million won bed the couple usually used.
"Stick your ass up."
Whether in the office, at a motel, or in this luxury villa worth tens of billions,
All Young-cheol wanted from Na-yeon was to serve as a high-class onahole to pour his desires into,
But damn it, as Na-yeon was being fucked on this plush 50 million won bed, she looked at the wedding photo of Young-cheol and his wife in front of the bed and once again harbored vain hopes.
'Could I possibly... take that place?'
Of course, that vain hope instilled in Na-yeon was all Young-cheol's intention.
He had never once told Na-yeon "I'll let you live like this!" but he didn't cut off that hope torture either.
To do more 'fun' things with Na-yeon's sexy and delicious body, he had to make sure Seo Na-yeon couldn't give up because of that fake hope, even if it was dirty and despicable.
