Chapter 67 Side Story 1 - Seongmi's Brothel
"Goodbye, sir! We look forward to your next visit!"
With heartfelt gratitude, the mother and daughter bowed deeply to the customer stepping out the front door. In response to their sincerity, he flashed a satisfied smile and waved back.
"Yeah, it was great today too. I'll come again when I have time. Next time, I'll pay the full 50,000 won for the 24-hour special. Ahh, if only I had the time—money wouldn't be an issue at all. Such a shame."
Muttering his regrets over and over, the customer finally exited through the front door. Only after the sound of it closing did the mother and daughter straighten up.
"Hehe, good work, Seong-mi. It was your first time, but you did amazingly well. Does our little girl have a real talent for whoring?"
"Hehe. I trained so hard at Onago High School, I had to deliver at least this much. Ah, seriously—maybe I should take over Mom's brothel someday and just live as a whore? It kinda feels like that could work."
Having successfully seen off her first customer, Seong-mi's confidence shot through the roof. Of course, it was mostly a joke, but it was undeniable that the idea had risen to something worth considering when she seriously pondered her future career.
"When's the next customer coming?"
"Hmm. Next one's in about an hour. They usually come in the afternoon, but school's off today."
"School holiday? So, a student like me?"
"Yeah... probably?"
Was it okay for a student to visit a brothel? Seong-mi felt a flicker of confusion, but she quickly brushed it aside. Student or not, a customer was a customer—and she was an onahole. Her duty was to serve any man's cock thoroughly with her pussy, no exceptions.
"Then let's tidy up the main room in the next hour. It's polite to clean out the cum and scents before the next guest arrives."
No matter how much a guy came here to blow a load in a whore, nothing ruined the mood like spotting another man's cum or catching a whiff of his scent. That kind of consideration was basic pro-whore etiquette.
As they meticulously cleaned the main room and aired it out, Mom called over to Seong-mi.
"Oh, hold on, Seong-mi. Leave those condoms on—don't throw them away."
"Huh, why?"
The previous customer had dumped two loads each in Seong-mi and her mom, leaving them with two bulging condoms apiece. Seong-mi had planned to stash hers in her room (to smear on her school lunch tomorrow), but Mom stopped her. Puzzled, Seong-mi blinked up at her with wide eyes, and Mom deftly snatched one of the condoms, tying it into her daughter's hair like a scrunchie.
"Ah, condom hair tie! I forgot condoms could be used like that!"
"Hehe, this ups our girl's charm. Seeing another guy's cum is usually a minus, but styled like this? Total plus. An old customer taught me that one—it's legit."
Ever since opening the brothel, Mom had picked up tons of practical knowledge from customers. She seemed genuinely pleased with it all, which was nice to see.
"Alright, then I'll fix Mom's hair with a condom too. Lean in closer."
"Hehe, our girl's all grown up—taking care of Mom like this."
A heartwarming mother-daughter exchange during their break. These little moments of happiness came from sharing the same line of work.
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The next customer requested a "cat pose" greeting. It wasn't quite doggy style—more like lying flat on her back, tucking in arms and legs like a kitten begging for affection, but with thighs spread wide to fully expose her pussy. That was the key point.
"Whoa... this is embarrassing. Never tried a pose like this before."
"Really? Whoring means picking up new tricks like this sometimes. Better get used to it quick."
Feeling a strange mix of emotions as she held her pussy open, Seong-mi heard the front door open. In walked the new customer—a boy who looked about her age, on the short side, with unusually long hair for a guy that gave off a creepy vibe.
Spotting him, Seong-mi jolted upright in shock.
"Wha?! Shin Juseong? No way—you're the customer?!"
"Ehehehe... hi."
Shin Juseong was Seong-mi's middle school classmate. They'd been in the same class a couple times, but he was so gloomy and quiet, plus he'd bring weird manga to school and leer at it with that creepy grin—girls in class hated him.
And now he was a brothel customer?
"Kuh, kekeke, fuck, this is the best. Seong-mi, actually whoring... I got so fucking hyped fucking your mom... Ah, can't hold it. Haven't even stuck it in yet, and I'm about to cum."
"Ugh..."
Staring at Juseong's disgusting leer made bile rise in her throat—a visceral revulsion. She'd fucked dirtier guys without flinching, but middle school memories hit different. Even street bums hadn't grossed her out this much. She wanted to bolt.
"M-Mom. I can't do this. Even if... a middle school classmate? Just skip me this once. Please?"
"Oh my! What are you saying in front of a regular customer? That's so rude!"
"B-But... I know, but still..."
Mom looked flustered at her unusual whining, but quickly hardened her expression and scolded her sharply.
"Have you forgotten what you are? You're an onahole. Where in the world does an onahole get to pick and choose cocks? Keep this up, and I'll confiscate your pay and your allowance!"
"N-No... ugh."
Mom's ironclad logic plus parental authority left Seong-mi no room to fight. She hung her head and submitted. She was in the wrong anyway—no excuses.
"Sorry about that. Our girl's still immature, mouthing off to a guest. As compensation, one creampie in her is on the house. Forgive her?"
True to pro-whore form, Mom smoothed things over. Luckily, Juseong's nerdy awkwardness had him sweating and waving it off.
"N-No, it's fine. I figured Seong-mi would react like this. Y'know, middle school friends showing up at a brothel—kinda shocking, right?"
If you get it, just go home already. Seong-mi couldn't say it aloud, but that's what she desperately wished.
"Hehe, come on in. We'll make up for the ugly scene with extra-special service."
Mom led Juseong to the main room, and he followed like a regular. Trailing behind, Seong-mi thought,
Whatever, that skinny loser's got no stamina anyway. One quick load in five minutes, done. Easy if I think of it that way. Hurry up and finish so you can go home, please.
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...Or so she'd thought.
"Hngoooooh! Oh, oh, onggoooh!♥ So rough! It's too rough! Please, sl-slow down a little!♥"
"Shut up, you fucking bitch. Don't order me around, whore!"
Juseong hammered Mom's ass in doggy like a madman. Each brutal slap echoed sharply—genuine, heartfelt spanks. Her cheeks turned chili-field red before the marks could even fade.
Seong-mi watched in dazed confusion, mouth agape.
"Kekeke, look at this bitch gushing. Feels good, huh? You're loving it to death, getting pounded by my cock?"
"Ohong!♥ Oh!♥ Y-Yes! So happy! Your cock's so thick and fierce—I love it!♥ One of the best—I'm cumming already!♥♥"
"Fucking retard. Pissing yourself on a kid your daughter's age. Pussy sluts like you are all the same—just shove a dick in, and you're good. Then you mock guys behind their backs... Bitches like you need this cock to set you straight!"
Venting all his pent-up rage like a beast, Juseong pistoned wildly. No technique—just monkey-fucking to unload. But that raw, honest pounding carried a mysterious power that appealed to a bitch's base instincts.
Proof? Mom, more disheveled and moaning than usual. And Seong-mi, soaking her pussy just watching.
"Ugh... cumming! Dumping my load! Take it all in your cunt, whore!"
"Aaaang!♥ It's coming!♥♥ Young, fresh, vigorous cum incoming!♥♥♥"
Juseong clung desperately to Mom's body, ensuring not a drop was wasted as he unleashed. His third creampie—all bare inside her.
"Ugh... uuugh... oh... hooo..."
Shuddering, he milked every last bit from his cock into her womb, then slid out with a wet pop. Even post-nut, Juseong's dick—while no match for Oppa—was still thick, long, and rock-hard.
"...Hey, pussy bitch."
"Y-Yeah?"
Not sure if he meant her or Mom, Seong-mi answered anyway. Juseong pointed at his cock.
"Suck."
At that single word, Seong-mi lunged, cleaning his shaft spotless of Mom's juices and his cum. Three loads straight into Mom meant plenty built up for her—and the flavor of a well-marinated cock was exquisite.
"Hihihihihi! Even the hotshot Seong-mi from middle school can't resist my orders—like a total whore. The conquest feels so fucking good... But we're just getting started. This bitch probably mocked me back then too. I'll make her pay proper, you shitty slut. Hihihihihi!"