How to Be a Boring Chaebol.

The penthouse was too quiet again. Forty-eighth floor, floor-to-ceiling glass, the Han River glittering below like someone had spilled a jewelry box across the dark water. I had already poured a second glass of the 2015 Romanée-Conti and left it untouched on the marble side table. The television was on mute, some late-night finance segment looping the same charts I had already memorized. Boredom sat in my chest like a stone.

I picked up the private phone.

First call went to S2. The voice on the other end was careful, professional. I did not waste time. “Natty. One night. My place. Transfer the amount now—triple the usual rate. Non-disclosure already signed on your end, I assume.” A short pause, then confirmation. The money left my account before the call ended.

Second call, SM. Same tone, same offer for Karina. Same triple rate. Same silence on the other side while they checked the wire. Confirmation came just as fast. Both agencies knew the name Kang Jung-woo. Both knew the money never bounced.

I set the phone down, loosened the top button of my shirt, and waited.

They arrived together twenty-seven minutes later. The private elevator opened with a soft chime. Natty stepped out first in the white off-shoulder top that sat low across her collarbones, the fabric clinging to the soft swell of her chest, white shorts riding high on her thighs with the silver zippers and metal hardware catching the light. Her long auburn hair fell straight past her shoulders, bangs neat. Karina followed in the red cropped tank with the white logo stretched across her tits, black micro-shorts with the white “60” printed bold on the middle, long legs bare, dark hair framing her face. Both of them looked like they had walked straight off a stage and into my living room.

I stayed seated on the low sofa, legs spread, one arm along the backrest. “Come here.”

They crossed the room without speaking. The air between us already felt charged. Natty stopped in front of me first. I reached out, hooked two fingers into the waistband of her white shorts, and pulled her closer until her knees brushed the inside of my thighs. Karina stood slightly to the side, watching, lips parted.

“You both know the rules,” I said, voice low. “No cameras. No talking after. You leave when I say. And you call me Daddy while you’re here.”

Natty’s eyes flicked up to mine. “Yes, Daddy.”

Karina’s voice was softer, almost a breath. “Yes, Daddy.”

I tugged the white shorts down Natty’s hips. She stepped out of them without being told. No panties. Already bare, smooth, a thin strip of dark hair above her pussy. I ran my palm up the inside of her thigh and felt the heat. She was already wet. I pressed two fingers between her folds, slow, and watched her eyelids flutter.

“Karina. On your knees beside her.”

She dropped gracefully, red top riding up to show the underside of her tits. I freed my cock from my trousers. It was already heavy, thick, the head flushed dark. Both of them stared. Natty licked her lower lip.

“Double. Now.”

They leaned in together. Natty’s soft tits pressed against the left side of my cock, Karina’s against the right. The red fabric of Karina’s top was still on; I reached down and yanked it up so her bare breasts spilled out, warm and full. Natty’s white top came next—pulled down under her tits so they sat heavy and exposed. Four soft mounds closed around my shaft. They started moving in sync, slow strokes, their spit and the natural wetness of their skin making everything slick. The pressure was perfect—hot, tight, the visual of two idol faces looking up at me while their tits worked my cock almost enough to make me finish early.

“Fuck, look at you both,” I muttered. “Paid for and already dripping. Worship it properly.”

Natty tilted her head and licked the head every time it appeared between their breasts. Karina did the same from the other side, tongues meeting over the tip, trading spit. I rested a hand on the back of each of their heads, not forcing, just holding. The wet sounds of their tits sliding up and down filled the quiet penthouse. Natty moaned softly against the shaft. Karina’s eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and obedient.

I let them keep going until my balls drew up tight. Then I pulled back.

“Mouths. Both of you.”

They opened without hesitation. Natty took the head first, lips stretching around the thickness, tongue swirling underneath. Karina licked the shaft and my balls, sucking one into her mouth while Natty bobbed deeper. Then they switched. Karina’s throat was tighter; she gagged once, eyes watering, but stayed down until her nose pressed against my stomach. Natty licked the spit that ran down. The dual wet heat, the soft choking sounds, the way they both looked up for approval—it was exactly what I had paid for.

“Good girls. Daddy’s cock looks better with your lipstick on it.”

I stood, cock glistening, and walked them both toward the wide leather chaise by the window. City lights painted stripes across their bare skin. I sat back and pulled Natty onto my face first. She straddled me, thighs on either side of my head, and I dragged my tongue through her soaked folds in one long lick. She tasted clean and sweet, already open. I sucked her clit while two fingers pushed inside and curled. Her hips rolled. Above me I heard Karina’s wet mouth still working my cock, the soft bobbing never stopping.

Natty came first—sharp, thighs clamping around my head, a sudden rush of fluid that spilled over my chin and tongue. She cried out, high and broken, “Daddy—fuck—” and kept grinding until the last pulse faded. I kept licking her through it, slower, until she was shaking.

I lifted her off and switched. Karina climbed on next. Her pussy was just as wet, slightly tighter. I ate her the same way—flat tongue, then focused suction on her clit, fingers pumping. Natty had moved down and was licking my cock and balls again while I worked Karina open. Karina’s orgasm hit harder. She squirted in short, powerful pulses that soaked my mouth and the leather beneath us, a broken moan tearing out of her throat as her thighs trembled.

“Both of you. On your backs. Legs open.”

They lay side by side on the chaise, knees bent, pussies still glistening. I knelt between them and pushed into Natty first. One long, slow thrust until I bottomed out. She was scorching and tight around me. I fucked her with deep, steady strokes, watching her tits bounce, listening to the wet slap of skin. Karina’s hand was already between her own legs, fingers circling her clit while she watched. I pulled out of Natty and slid into Karina in the next breath. Same depth, same rhythm. Her walls fluttered immediately.

I alternated—ten strokes in Natty, ten in Karina—until both of them were moaning nonstop, dirty little pleas spilling out.

“Harder, Daddy—please—”

“Fill me, fuck, use me—”

I flipped Natty onto her hands and knees and took her from behind while Karina lay underneath, licking Natty’s clit and the base of my cock every time I pulled back. The angle let me go deep. Natty’s second orgasm was loud; she squirted again, fluid running down her thighs and onto Karina’s tongue. I kept thrusting through it, then pulled out, flipped Karina onto all fours, and drove into her the same way. Natty crawled underneath and returned the favor, sucking Karina’s clit while I fucked her. Karina came with a broken sob, walls milking me hard, another clear gush spilling out around my cock.

I pulled free, cock dark and dripping, and ordered them both onto their knees in front of me again.

“Tits. Finish the first load.”

They pressed together, four soft breasts wrapping my shaft once more. I thrust between them, faster this time, watching the head appear and disappear. Natty and Karina both licked and sucked the tip whenever it emerged. The pressure, the heat, the sight of two of the industry’s most expensive faces working my cock like it was the only thing that mattered—I came hard. Thick ropes painted their tits, their collarbones, the underside of their chins. They kept stroking me through it, tongues cleaning what they could reach, soft praises falling from their lips.

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You taste so good—”

I was still hard. The second round started slower. I carried Karina to the floor-to-ceiling window and pressed her tits against the cool glass while I entered her from behind. The city lights reflected on her skin. Natty knelt beside us and licked wherever she could reach—my balls, Karina’s clit, the stretch of where we were joined. I fucked Karina deep and steady until she came again, quieter this time but longer, body shaking, another rush of fluid running down her thighs. I pulled out, turned, and pushed into Natty against the same glass. Same position, same depth. Karina’s mouth found Natty’s clit and stayed there. Natty’s third orgasm left her sobbing against the window, legs barely holding her up.

I brought them both back to the wide bed in the master suite. Sheets already pulled back. I lay down and pulled Natty on top to ride. She sank down slowly, taking every inch, and started rolling her hips. Karina straddled my face at the same time, lowering her soaked pussy onto my mouth. I licked and sucked while Natty fucked herself on my cock, the wet sounds mixing. When Natty’s rhythm faltered I gripped her hips and thrust up hard, meeting her every drop. She came with a cry, walls clamping, more fluid spilling down onto my stomach. I kept her there, still moving, until the aftershocks faded.

Then Karina took her place. Reverse this time, facing away so I could watch her ass bounce while she rode. Natty crawled up and fed me her tits, letting me suck and bite the soft flesh while Karina worked herself on my cock. Karina’s next orgasm was the strongest yet—she squirted in long pulses that soaked my hips and the sheets, body folding forward as she moaned my title over and over.

I flipped them both onto their backs again, side by side, and fucked them in turns until the third load built low in my spine. I chose Natty first—deep, hard strokes until I buried myself to the hilt and came inside her, pulsing thick and hot. She clenched around me, taking every drop. I pulled out, a slow trickle of white following, and immediately pushed into Karina. Same depth, same release. I filled her too, hips locked against her while the last pulses left me. Both of them lay there open, cum already starting to leak from their used pussies, chests rising and falling hard.

I was not finished.

I had them clean me with their mouths—slow, thorough, tongues working every inch until I was hard again. Then I took Natty bent over the edge of the bed while Karina licked her clit from below. After Natty came once more I switched and did the same to Karina. I finished the fourth time across both of their faces and open mouths, watching them share the taste, kissing each other with my cum still on their tongues.

By the time the sky outside started lightening, both of them were wrecked—hair messy, makeup ruined, thighs shiny with a mix of spit, cum, and their own release. I had them dress slowly in the same outfits they arrived in. The white shorts and red top looked different now, wrinkled, slightly damp in places.

I walked them to the elevator myself. At the door I pressed the private transfer confirmation to both agencies—another bonus already sent.

Natty looked up at me one last time, voice soft. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Karina’s eyes were still glassy. “Same, Daddy.”

The elevator doors closed.

I stood in the quiet penthouse for a long minute, the scent of sex still heavy in the air, city lights fading into morning. The boredom was gone, at least for now. I poured what was left of the wine, drank it in one swallow, and already started thinking about the next number I might call.

Being a boring chaebol had never felt so useful.