Side Story 1 - Seong-mi's Brothel
Helping her mom handle a stream of customers at the brothel had eaten up the day before Seong-mi knew it, and evening had already fallen. This next guest was probably going to be the last one of the night.
"You did amazing today, Seong-mi. Since this is the final customer, let's give it our all to the end. You went above and beyond what I expected—made my job so much easier. Of course I'll bump up your allowance, and starting tomorrow, I'll pay even more attention to my little girl."
"It was nothing. Felt like just reviewing what I learned in school. But man, today I really felt it in my bones how hard you work every day, Mom. You're always grinding like this. Makes me wanna treat you way better from now on."
"Heehee, has my daughter finally grown up? Just hearing that makes this mom thrilled."
The mother and daughter shared a heartwarming chat. Labor had a funny way of forging bonds—sweating together, sharing goals, and suddenly that camaraderie blooms like battlefield brotherhood. It bridged the gap between them, so the day hadn't been wasted at all.
As their friendly banter flowed, the door creaked open. The pair instantly switched to pro whore mode, greeting the incoming guest with practiced smiles.
No special welcome pose specified this time, so they went with the standard: kneeling and bowing deeply.
"Welcome, sir! Welcome to Jeong-suk's Brothel!"
"Uh, yeah, yeah. Been a while."
The customer kicked off his shoes like he owned the place and stepped right onto Mom's head with his bare foot, rubbing it against the floor. The casual arrogance of a long-time regular on full display. Satisfied with using her head as a doormat, he moved on to stomp Seong-mi's skull next.
The weight pressing down carried zero respect for human dignity. Weird as it sounded, that raw dominance made Seong-mi's body heat up. Her flesh was onahole at its core—a tool built to satisfy male conquest. This was peak usage.
"This bitch your spawn, huh? Hey, lift your head."
His foot hooked under her chin, forcing her gaze up. Obeying, Seong-mi looked into the eyes of an average-looking guy in his thirties. He looked a bit worn from hard labor, but those ruthless, gleaming eyes screamed he'd use an onahole without mercy. A prime specimen.
"Yeah, spot on. Looks just like her mom's cunt overall, but that fucker's face is stamped all over it just enough to piss me off. Heh, thinking about it like that makes my dick twitch hard."
"Oh, don't say that. Imagining my girl sharing traits with that tiny-dick loser? Grosses me out."
Mom scolded playfully. The "tiny-dick" in question was Seong-mi's dad—her husband. Ever since going pro as a whore, Mom never called him by name or pet names anymore. Always "that tiny-dick" or "that fucker," dripping contempt.
It used to bug Seong-mi a little, but lately? Totally got it. A woman's worth was her pussy; a man's was his cock. He might not pack Oppa Hyeonju or Juseong-level monster meat, but you needed at least average size. Her dad? Laughably small, even for an elementary kid.
Once, on Oppa Hyeonju's orders, she'd given Dad's dick a mouth-pussy service. So tiny she barely felt it going in—and the premature ejaculator shot a pathetic dribble of watery cum the second it touched her tongue, like diluted Sprite. That bland disaster sealed her disappointment.
I used to adore Dad so much back then. Why'd I ever think that pathetic cock-failure was worth it? Makes no fucking sense.
If his own daughter felt that way, how must Mom have suffered? Seong-mi couldn't fathom twenty years with a worthless shit who was only good as an ATM. Sure, things weren't always as free for pussies to speak their minds... but now, following Oppa Hyeonju's advice, they milked him for cash. Problem solved.
"Hey, slut. Introduce yourself proper."
Snapping out of it, Seong-mi straightened up and delivered her pitch flawlessly.
"Yes, sir. I'm Seong-mi, optional onahole here at the brothel and a student at Onago High. As your onahole for today, I promise to serve however you desire with this body. Please use me freely, no holds barred."
"Heh, yeah. Just like they say—Onago girl through and through. Bet you'd excel at cock-sucking duty."
He cackled, tapping her cheek with his toes. Any normal girl would've been disgusted, but for an onahole like Seong-mi? Standard fare. As long as it makes him happy.
"Family runs like a well-oiled machine, huh? Mom's a whore-cunt, daughter's an onahole. Figures, with a loser like him building the nest."
His tone edged bitter as he asked Seong-mi, "Hey, know who I am?"
"...? Sorry, sir. Did I service your cock before? I remember most... Oh, show me your dick and I'll know for sure. Faces fade; cocks I never forget."
Flustered, she touted her memory and onahole creds. It cracked him up.
"Puhahaha! Remembering guys by their dicks? Bet you never forget your old man's either—ain't many that pitiful!"
"................."
Seong-mi froze, unsure how to respond. Mom gave no cues either.
"I'm one of that fucker's underlings. Work under that asshole."
"Ah, got it. He never talks shop."
"Yeah, boring prick. Anyway, he's a total pain in the ass. Nitpicks every tiny fuck-up, never praises shit. Dumps all the crap work on me, then preaches like he's hot shit. Fuck, just thinking about it makes me wanna puke. Working under that bastard builds insane stress."
Venting hard, he unzipped and whipped out a cock worlds apart from Dad's—impressive, manly perfection.
"Then I hear his wife's slinging pussy for cash, and his brat's an onahole. Figured I'd blow off steam on you two cunts."
It clicked. Seong-mi got his attitude now—and guilt welled up deep inside. How much rage must he be packing? Enduring a tiny-dick loser boss was injustice enough; the nagging on top? Unthinkable.
Men deserved judgment by cock quality, yet this country ignored that basic truth. She might disown Dad as "dad," but she came from his jizz. That meant she owed this guy some relief.
Bowing low with max remorse, she said, "That tiny-dick fucker caused you real hell, sir. It won't fix it, but please use our mother-daughter pussies freely to vent it all."
"Heh, planned on it, bitch. Master bedroom. Gonna creampie you both on the bed where he fucked his wife. That'll hit the spot."
Leading like he knew the layout, he herded the two pussy-sluts to the main room.