Chapter 6
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Beauties in Every House
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All the women in this neighborhood seemed to be total stunners.
"Even if I actually busted a nut, it wouldn't have been this much."
His right underwear was soaked through with precum. He'd wiped down his pants and undies in a rush using the tissues from the customer and the toilet paper he kept for emergencies.
'She must've noticed.'
From the slick precum sticking to the tissue, to yanking his pants down in a panic and scrubbing away. He'd basically flashed her the shape of his glans and the bulging veins along his shaft...
His face burned beet red, and Choi Eunhee's cheeks were flushed just as hot.
He checked outside the car, heart pounding like some pervert jacking off in public, and somehow managed to clean up the mess.
"Hoo..."
No matter how stunningly gorgeous the woman or how close they'd been pressed, the sheer volume of precum soaking his pants was way too much.
As self-loathing washed over him—remembering his sister Sihyun's joke about his dick power piercing the stratosphere—
"Ah, sold one."
He yanked out his phone and texted Hyoi.
"A single air purifier sale nets about 60,000 won in commission."
Sales jobs typically took 10% of the product price, but his gig charged for care services, so the sales cut was pretty measly.
(The cute emoji of her doggy bowing and waving frantically made him snort with laughter.)
Thank goodness.
His one and only friend was still solid.
She didn't seem that pissed. The car was a piece-of-shit manual that jerked like a trash heap every gear shift, but his mood floated on cloud nine—like he was racing in a video game, nothing but pure joy.
Vrrrrm—
His phone buzzed. He picked up.
"Hey, Han Siwoo. What's this order that just came in?" It was the Team Leader.
"Oh, that was from Choi Eunhee's place."
-I know that. Damn, kid, you're finally getting the hang of it. Took you five months, though—that's the problem.
"Uh, Team Leader. I promised Choi Eunhee we'd swap that vitamin showerhead as a freebie, but since it's my first order..."
-Ah, you don't know how to process freebies yet? Whatever, this first one's on me. I'll hook you up with one from the local stock. Keep hustling.
"Thank you!"
-Checked the system log earlier. Choi Eunhee's got our mattress, but a different brand frame. When you drop off the showerhead, feel her out on it. Air purifiers aren't in the section, but bed frames are—you know that, right? Let's go!
"Yes, sir!"
Section commission.
Just hearing it made his mouth water.
He'd already groveled to his best friend with a chicken. Add section commission, and that became a casual flex.
Sales commissions were slim, but mattress volume bumped up the section fees.
Every mattress care visit added 45,000 won. With seventy accounts this time, that was 3.15 million for the month.
Toss in sales cuts, and he could hit 3.5 million. Maybe it was the first sale high—something that'd felt impossible now seemed within reach.
"Three-fifty, let's fucking goooo!"
"Hah... fuck, three-fifty my ass."
He'd hit three more houses, but couldn't even pitch properly—just cleaned and bailed.
First was a retired middle-aged guy. Folks like him saw rentals as installments and hated the idea. They dodged house calls too, calling them a hassle.
Next, a newlywed spot. Newlyweds were the toughest sales. Even if open to rentals, they didn't really need it and skipped buying.
Third house had the couple together, already kitted out from water purifier to softener, bed frame, mattress, air purifier—nothing to sell.
"Still, closing one air purifier ain't bad."
But the misses stung. What was with this neighborhood? Nothing but knockout babes stacked up?
All top-shelf faces.
Bodies so killer, it felt less like Korea and more like some sultry Latin American spot.
Fashion game on point too—the newlywed wife rocked pink hair and blue circle lenses, straight-up foreign vibes.
Today felt lucky and torturous. Gut twisting with envy, he knocked on the last customer's door.
"Mattress care!"
Click. The door swung open. Whoa... another one. An absolute bombshell.
Apron on. Basic beige, but on her, it screamed photoshoot model ad.
Age: late twenties, early thirties tops.
Tits that'd overflow a one-handed grab. Waist so cinched by the ties, he could probably wrap both hands around it. And below... a ripe, childbearing hip flare.
Hair softly brown-dyed, eyes matching with lenses. Like a milf character from his fave hentai doujins.
Her gaze flicked over his body, down... and locked low. Head tilt, eyes widening.
'Shit.'
Now second nature: he straightened up quick, hiding the tented erection.
"Hello, mattress care. Han Siwoo."
"Yeah, I'm in the middle of cooking. Room's down the hall, last one on the left."
Noting her flushed nose bridge, he grabbed his bag and headed inside.
As he unpacked for care, he wondered. Am I being too paranoid?
The newlywed house before, the middle-aged couple's—crazy bodies that stiffened his dick more than once.
Dudes don't eye other dudes' junk, obviously—
But women were sensitive to stares on their bodies, just like he was hyper-aware now of being pegged as a perv or creeping anyone out. He could read the looks.
'No disgust there.'
Kid days, his monster cock drew stares too. Mostly curiosity, wide-eyed like zoo monkeys.
Worst case, a wrinkling nose of revulsion after one glance at his dick or face.
'Pretty people got kind hearts and curiosity. That it?'
No customers today wrinkled their noses at his bulge.
Just shy side-glances, tops.
This wasn't some ero doujin where chicks pant at cock. He shook his head, peeked out the door. Eye contact with her setting food on the table? Nah, his imagination—she wouldn't dodge his eyes.
"Starting care now. Might be a bit noisy."
Awkward vibe made him belt it out louder than needed as he fired up the vacuum on the mattress. Still snuck peeks at her.
Skin-tight white jeans. Perky ass making focus impossible.
Wide hips plus denim stretch dug a deep cleft right between those fat cheeks.
She hummed while cooking, swaying that birthing-hips booty. Tempted to grab it, spank till handprints bloomed, claim it like a tail.
'Neighborhood's too chill. No one's guarded.'
Vowed to jack three rounds furious when he got home, then shut his eyes and dove into the job.
"Ma'am, care's done here. On my way in, I noticed—want me to do a quick free service on your son's mattress top?"
Again.
Her eyes grazed his crotch, then met his.
Slightly flushed face.
Soft smile. No displeasure, no perv-spotting glare.
Of course, he wasn't pitching a full ninety-degree spear through his pants—just laid along his thigh.
Proof: he'd been oversensitive all along.
"Oh, no, I'd feel too bad—how could I?"
Previous techs must've tried the same probe.
Customers weren't newbies to freebies either. Free was nice, but the sales pitch afterward felt pushy.
"Nah, call it a one-time service. Register just your son's bed separate— I pocket 10k, you get it free."
He handed over his card from his pocket. Her eyes flicked to his crotch again.
"Well then, shall we do that one-time service?"
Things were clicking weirdly smooth today.