Honey-Like Part-Time Job Recommendations
Minyong was dead serious.
He had to pull the gacha one more time, but money was nowhere to be found.
“Are these fucking bastards throwing this shit line-up for the two-year anniversary pickup gacha and then handing out limited-performance characters like they’re nothing?”
Swear words poured out of him that would never reach the faceless managers at the game company. These were the kind of people who didn’t even have any decency left in their bodies.
He wondered if they even knew what they were doing—cramming that many pickups into one short window and then wondering why users were already starting to drop off.
“Shit, what do I do now? There’s not a single hole I can dip into right now.”
But maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
If Minyong was the kind of horny loser who dropped money on gacha without thinking twice, the company would probably stay standing. That was the only silver lining in all this.
Every otaku who got stuck with the limited banner was crying inside.
“The pickup period is two weeks. It’s not exactly short, but with the pity timer looming, I still need to scrape up some cash before then.”
He had already tightened his belt last time until living expenses were hanging by a thread, so there was no way he could cut deeper now.
Was there any decent part-time job out there? Preferably one that paid you an advance.
Minyong dove into every community forum he could find and started hunting for short-term gigs that fit his exact situation.
But the perfect honey pot for him simply didn’t exist in any of the usual listings.
“…What do I do? I’ve never done manual labor before, but maybe I should look anyway.”
Even something as brutal as hospital cleaning sounded tempting right now, because he could always survive the wait by just holding it in. But the pickup gacha might be gone by the time he got back, or the meta could have already shifted.
Right at that moment, a recommendation post caught his eye.
Honey-like part-time recommendation for people like me.
Depends on the person, but I have a really sweet one that I can recommend.
Nothing hard on the body, and the housewives who hire you get paid very well.
Of course there are rules and sometimes the ladies are sticklers, but if you just do exactly what they ask without any nonsense, it’s actually a pretty good job.
Some places even pay an advance depending on the negotiation, so if you’re short on cash right now, go for it. It’s also useful for networking even if it’s not about the money.
If you’re curious, click the link at the bottom and check it out. It’s a site where married women gather to find a man who will take care of their pussy for them.
“Pussy caretaker for married women…”
He had never even heard of this job, but just reading the title made it sound almost manageable.
Minyong clicked the link attached to the post and landed on the manager connection site.
Everywhere in the country, married women were looking for someone to replace their husbands and manage their pussies.
The conditions varied wildly, and the pay varied even more.
Apparently supply just couldn’t keep up with demand, because the desperation on these women’s faces was written all over the profiles.
He filtered for only those who lived in the same area so he wouldn’t have to commute far, and his eyes immediately locked onto one profile that stood out like a neon sign.
Minyong called the phone number listed in the ad.
Hello? You’re looking for someone to manage your pussy?
“Yes, hello. I’m calling because you’re looking for a pussy caretaker.”
Hello? It’s only been two days since I posted the ad, and I never expected you to call this fast.
“Sure. Sure.”
The elegant smile on the woman’s face made Minyong instinctively shrink his shoulders.
Just yesterday he had been buzzing with excitement about earning money.
But the moment he saw this house—far larger than anything he could picture in Seoul—the sheer weight of it crushed him.
He had heard from some university professor that walking into a cathedral overseas felt like being punched by divine authority, and now he felt exactly the same way.
When Minyong pressed the doorbell, an extremely proper maid came to guide him in.
Following her through the marble halls, he stepped into the reception room and found the most refined noblewoman he had ever seen sitting there waiting for him.
Was this Korea, or had he been transported to Renaissance Europe?
The fact that she was a foreigner only made the confusion worse.
“My name is Hildegarde. My family name is Ahn. My husband and I decided to keep my maiden name. I know that’s not the custom in Korea, but I wanted to feel closer to him.”
“Ah… Miss Hildegarde Ahn?”
“Oh, please don’t use titles like that. I don’t expect to be called ‘miss’ by my pussy caretaker.”
“Eh? Eh? Then… should I just call you Madam?”
A sigh escaped him. What was the difference, really?
“Just call me Hildegarde. After all, you’re only managing the pussy, so you’re simply looking after one little pussy.”
Even if she said it like that, it was still hard to accept.
None of the married women he had ever managed had ever carried this kind of dignity.
Standing in front of Hildegarde, Minyong felt his throat tighten. Looking at her made him feel an overwhelming sense of inferiority he couldn’t shake.
He forced himself to speak anyway.
“Uh… Your Korean is really good.”
“I’ve been living in Korea since I married my husband three years ago. I don’t have many Korean friends, but when you marry a Korean man, you have to master the language, right?”
While answering his question, Hildegarde flowed naturally into the next subject.
“I don’t have a single complaint about my husband. He’s an absolutely wonderful husband and an incredibly responsible man. That’s exactly why I have to fulfill my duties as his wife. And that’s where a man like you comes in, as my pussy caretaker.”
Minyong nodded silently.
He felt a pang of guilt for working in a rich household, but he understood that even a woman of her status still had to deal with the same daily struggles as any other married woman.
“As you probably already know, married women are constantly under temptation. My husband is extremely busy and doesn’t care much about using his own dick, so my pussy is basically always empty. You already know what kind of danger that poses.”
Of course he did. It was basic common sense.
“The biggest problem is that an empty pussy can be taken over by any random dick and pretend it’s the owner’s pussy.”
“Exactly. A normal pussy can think logically most of the time, but the moment a cock decides to conquer it, it becomes an animal that can’t think straight. Once a pussy is conquered by a cock, you’ll want to give everything—your soul, your heart, everything.”
It was a story that still occasionally made the news.
Something about a corporate wife’s cock being taken over and her rushing to send a huge sum to her husband, only to get caught.
“Even ordinary housewives end up targeted by greedy cocks. Honestly, I’ve been getting calls lately from numbers I don’t even recognize, sending me pictures of hard cocks. I don’t know how they found my number.”
The sigh she let out was thick with desire and heat.
“I’ve been managing to hold on, but I don’t know how long I can keep it up. That’s why I really need someone to take proper care of my pussy.”
Minyong felt genuine admiration in his heart.
Of course a housewife from this kind of household was on another level.
Even if it was just a photo, seeing a hard cock was enough to break the woman’s self-control. How could she resist?
“…But I still need proof of qualifications from the man who will manage me. Did you bring the items I requested on the phone?”
Of course.
They had been simple things to begin with.
“I have some photos I took a while ago. If you don’t mind, look at these.”
Minyong showed her the gallery on his phone labeled “Married Women Pussies.”
“I already sorted them for easy viewing and only picked the ones that match your conditions. Whether this is enough proof or not…”
Hildegarde had asked for proof from the phone call that Minyong had fucked her and left a commemorative photo behind.
At the time, the photo had to include her wedding ring, Minyong’s cock, and his face.
Normally he took such photos often enough that he hadn’t needed to prepare anything extra, but…
Would this even be enough proof? Minyong was unsure.
“Oh my… how splendid. What an extraordinary cock… I wonder how many pussies you’ve already conquered. Hoo… it’s so crude, but I’m getting wet already. My clit is throbbing.”
“Is this proof enough? If there’s something else you need, I’ll prepare it.”
“No, it’s fine. I just want to make sure the cock in the photo is the same one I’m going to manage.”
This was an easy request.
Minyong immediately showed her his hard cock right in front of her.
Then,
“Ugh♥”
followed by the sound of something splashing on the floor.
“Ah, I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back when I saw your cock again after so long and came just like that. I’m so embarrassed.”
“No need to apologize. This is a normal thing among pussies, right?”
“You’re very kind. But when you manage my pussy, I hope you’re strict rather than kind. You already know that pussies like strict men better.”
Hildegarde gestured to the maid.
“Bring the contract.”
The contract the maid handed over was written in tiny, dense letters. Even for someone who couldn’t read, it looked painful to read.
After painstakingly reading every line, Minyong summarized the important points:
1. The caretaker must not wash his cock before coming to the house, and even if he does, he must only wash with water so the scent remains.
2. During the contract period, the caretaker must not use any other pussy except the owner’s, and if he must, he must get permission first.
3. The caretaker cannot accept any gifts or items beyond the contract amount, even if the owner offers them.
4. The caretaker must treat the owner as nothing more than a pussy and actively train her, breaking her completely.
5. The caretaker must help the owner maintain her chastity after the contract ends.
“What do you think? Any changes you want to make?”
“Uh… um…”
He considered changing clauses 1 and 2, but even then, the penalties felt heavy.
Since the owner was the one making the request, asking for changes felt like a heavy burden.
“…It’s fine. I’ll sign.”
When Minyong signed, Hildegarde smeared lubricant on her pussy and pressed a fingerprint beside his signature.
From that moment on, Minyong and Hildegarde were officially bound as owner and caretaker.
“Hoo… this is the first time I’m officially hiring a pussy caretaker, and I’m so excited. Right?”
“Y-yes.”
Hildegarde narrowed her eyes and lightly tapped clause 4 of the contract.
She had made a very amateur mistake that didn’t match the client’s satisfaction rating at all.
“Hah! I’m going to make you regret this, you cheap pussy. Take me to the bedroom.”
“Yes♥”