Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: All That's Left is Earning Money (3)
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"Jun-young! You're heading straight to the interview after eating?"
Just as I was finishing up the dishes, Pomi sidled up close and asked.
"What'd you eat earlier, and now you're eating again?"
"This is just a snack."
As Pomi said, today was the day I was off to meet the same-age boss lady that Chae-yeon Sister had introduced me to. A woman named Yoon Mi-so.
She and Sis had worked together at the same place before, like sisters in the biz. Sis quit early after marrying that uncle, but her junior kept at it and seems to have made a name for herself.
She jumped into this line right after high school, had real skill, and was sweet to customers, so she was popular.
Once she'd saved up enough, she rented a spot in Seodaemun-gu and started her own one-woman shop. It was small-scale, but loyal regulars from her old place kept coming, and with her gritty work ethic—no days off, even weekends—she racked up cash quick. Recently, she even bought the place outright with a loan and a bit of help from her parents.
'Impressive for someone so young. I was whining after just two months without weekends.'
It had been a while since Pomi and I ate alone together, and now back to dishes. Meanwhile, she'd been agonizing over which of the cute outfits Yu-ra and I bought her to wear.
"You're the one interviewing. Just throw on anything."
"You've changed, Jun-young."
Pomi grumbled. She was just gonna go ethereal anyway—what was with the primping?
We finished cleaning and headed out.
The new shop was even closer than Loveism—close enough to walk every day.
Not in a bustling spot like Hongdae Entrance, but tucked away in a quieter residential area.
Up a narrow staircase, and there was the entrance: "Smile Skin Care." Her name was Mi-so—smile—so that's why "Smile"?
At the top, beyond a glass automatic door, a woman sat at the counter.
Our eyes met, and she gave a slight bow with a smile. Short, boyish yellow hair that suited her well—friendly face.
Beep. Whirr—
"Hello."
"Yes, come on in. Hmm... first time here?"
"Ah, I, uh, I'm here for the interview."
"Aha. The one from yesterday's call. The guy Chae-yeon Sis mentioned, right?"
"Yes, that's me."
"Heh heh. Come on in."
She stood from her chair with a casual laugh and led the way.
'Whoa. Tall.'
Late 170s, maybe. I targeted her back with [Status Reveal].
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 👤 Target: Yoon Mi-so 📊 Race/Age: Human Female / Lv. 28 / 30 📏 Measurements: 176cm / 54kg / B83(W61)H87 📍 Location: Smile Skin Care 📈 Difficulty: Normal 🔞 Status: Non-Virgin (6 Partners) / Safe Day Her stats were solid overall, especially stamina. Other than that, talents in massage and diligence.
Sexual fantasy: "Capable man." No woman hates a capable guy, but she weighted it heavy, so it showed up.
Trailing behind Yoon Mi-so with ethereal Pomi, I glanced around. One-woman shop meant simple layout—nothing much to see.
The entrance had three sofas side-by-side for waiting clients. No books or mags.
One wall listed prices by course: face, acne, back, feet, obesity, full-body.
Honestly, from my newbie perspective, pricey. Some two-hour courses over 150,000 won a pop.
Past the counter, a side door looked like a consult room. Opposite: water cooler, mini-fridge—boss's kitchenette. Front door was the massage room: glass but curtained inside.
"Have a seat. Coffee? Or green tea?"
"Coffee."
She smiled and headed to the kitchenette.
I plopped into the chair by the desk. Pomi materialized, plopping her butt on my lap.
"Bored."
"It's been less than five minutes."
"Bored, bored, booored!"
"Sigh. We'll grab something tasty later. Deal?"
"Yay!"
"Think about what you want. Stay quiet while Oppa does the interview."
"Okay!"
Pomi perked up instantly. Then the door burst open; she zipped ethereal.
"Heh. Long wait? Phone?"
Yoon Mi-so, carrying coffee, must've heard us beyond the door.
"Ah, yeah."
I shot up and took the mug.
"Chae-yeon Sis?"
"Nah, just a friend. Haha."
She nodded, set her cup down, and offered her hand.
"Anyway, nice to meet you. Yoon Mi-so here. Choi Jun-young, right?"
"Yes."
I wiped my hand on my pants—sweaty?—and shook. She gripped firm, pumped it up and down. She plopped across the desk, facing me.
"Drink up."
"Ah, yeah. *Slurp—*."
"How'd you meet Chae-yeon Sis? Boyfriend?"
"*Slurp—Pfft! Cough, hack—tissue, please."
"Ugh, can't even joke. For real."
She yanked tissues from the desk corner and passed them.
"*Ahem*."
I wiped my lips awkwardly, crumpled the tissue. She held out her hand.
"Gimme. I'll toss it."
"Ah, sure."
This feels like she's babysitting hard.
"Heard you worked the same place. Whew. Sis, with that face, in a kitchen? Not dissing kitchen work."
Chae-yeon Sis's beauty was wasted on dish duty.
"It's fine. I'm ugly enough it works for me. But yeah, waste for her."
She made me spit coffee—sorry!
"Yeah, what, a tiny bit? But looks aren't everything."
"Ah, right."
Sadly, self-deprecating humor bombed.
She stabbed nonchalantly, then pivoted back to Sis.
"Honestly, right? Sis is pretty, sweet..."
Yoon Mi-so leaned in, ticking fingers, spitting as she went.
"...and skilled hands. So many guy regulars came for her. And she picks that uncle. I told her he's meh, but she's bad at saying no. Ugh, frustrating. No girl's that easy."
Truth: Sis's [Massage] talent is B-rank; Yoon Mi-so's C. Sis edges out. Working together, Yoon Mi-so felt it, so she resented the uncle who made pretty young Sis quit early.
Got a young beauty wife, but makes her wash dishes—no fate for that. Uncle's wife-obsessed; skips her from staff parties.
Probably wary of the hot hall trio. My guess from Sis's stats: her masochism ('Pain Enjoyment,' 'Asphyxiation Enjoyment') vs. fantasy ('Gentle Sex')—might be abused.
Wait, not the point now.
"Uh, my interview?"
"Yeah, yeah. Hired. You look skilled. I'll pay well. But listen first."
"Ah, okay."
Why's "look skilled" piss me off? This face means I have to deliver?
I listened submissively despite the face. Bored Pomi reappeared, tapping my thigh. I passed her the mug; she sipped invisibly to Yoon Mi-so.
After endless uncle gossip, she switched.
"So, Jun-young, show me your skills?"
"Huh? You said hired."
"Still gotta see. You're taking my money. And Sis called, said try you once—you're good. Curious. Heh heh."
Why's her laugh like that?
Auntie cackle, but cute on her. Goofy charm?
Sis hooked me up big, no credit. Thought she just heard of an opening. Grateful. Man, if not married...
"How to show? Theory and practical?"
"Heh. Theory's just for fleecing clients later."
She mimed zipping lips, flapping her mouth.
"Exam stuff. No need to memorize. C'mere, rub my shoulders. You're thirty too. Whoa, don't feel old yet?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Oh ma, just me? Hurry up."
I stood awkwardly, shuffled behind her.
"Hands up. Inner? Why so hesitant?"
Your high energy's throwing me, girl.
Reluctantly placed hands on shoulders, activated skill.
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ Glowskin Masseur! [Glowskin Masseur, X Rank, Active/Inactive] - Beautifies body parts touched by hand.
>Lv.1: Fatigue recovery. Very low healing. Long-term health boost. Beauty effects.
'Glowskin Masseur!'
[Glowskin Masseur, X Rank, Active/Inactive] - Beautifies touched body parts.
Lv.1: Fatigue recovery. Very low healing. Long-term health improvement. Beauty effects.
I'd landed a job, so leveling massage skill once was fair.
X-rank, beyond normal skills: leveled up [Masseur] → [Glowskin Masseur].
'Name feels familiar? Is it okay?'
Whatever. Old Lv.0 was just fatigue recovery; now +very low healing + beauty.
Healing: "Very low" human-scale, but demonic. Pomi says demon "healing" like game/novel heals.
Not instant wounds closing, but steady massages = no ailments, longevity. Sounds like snake oil.
Beauty: Commercial gold. No "very low"—few sessions rival [Charm] active. Proven on my four girls.
Post-sex Glowskin massages: already pretty girls glowing more.
10% prettier? Me: 10→11. Them: 100→110.
Skin flawless, taut, pale. Daily peak updates.
Even pussy/nipples reclaim pretty color, sheen after rough play. My dick wept precum nonstop.
Not always-on like [Charm]—needs repeats, downside. But for paid service? Perfect repeat biz.
All skills usable below current level: picky clients get Lv.0 no-beauty fatigue only.
Fingers on shoulders, she shuddered.
"Ohhh, baby, that's the stuff."
...Baby?
"Ah, not flirting—got a BF? Heh heh. Just my speech quirk."
"Ah, got it."
Gonna take time adjusting to this goofy boss.