If the word DILF was a person, it would be none other than your sugar daddy – Seungcheol himself. I mean, the guy was TOTALLY jacked; having big, muscular biceps, an impressive height, big hands which were veiny along with his forearms, sexy armpit hair, a tatted torso, you name it.

He always lent you his pristine, black Amex, having no problem with you spending his money. Hell, he didn't even give a damn whenever you'd make his wallet hurt.. If it even did. Being a model and the CEO of Choi Enterprise; one of the biggest, most powerful companies in South Korea meant a fat bank account for him.

After a long day of shopping for designer clothing, bags, jewelry, and who-knows-what-else, you soon grew tired and quickly wrapped up. With the personal driver; namely Mingyu whom Cheol had hired for you – his sweet little 'angel', you requested for Mingyu to drive you over to your sugar daddy's luxurious mansion within the bat of an eye.

Having just arrived home, your driver swiftly carried the numerous shopping bags into the mansion without breaking a sweat, while you on the other hand, strided towards Cheol in his office. Once you got there, you gingerly climbed onto his lap, straddling him.

Cheol, surprised yet pleased by your action, placed his hands on your hips, its veins bulging slightly. With a lazy smile, he began speaking in a deep soothing voice,

“Already finished spending daddy's paycheck for the month, kitten?”

He inquired seductively, giving your ass a playful smack or two. Cheol then reached into his desk drawer, pulling out a black, lace lingerie he had bought for your birthday today.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.”