Minju's First Customer
"Um... Mom. I think I might be coming home a little late starting today."
Minju broached the subject with difficulty over breakfast, worried her mother might find it suspicious.
"Hm? Why's that?"
"Well, it's just... I decided to stay behind and form a study group with some friends. You know how it is, right? Preparing for the exams feels like too much to handle on my own. Having someone to study with gives you energy, you know? Anyway... yeah."
"I see. So roughly what time will you be getting in?"
"Ah, well... I'm not sure. I'll have to see how it goes, I guess?"
Minju lifted her eyes slightly to gauge her mother's reaction. Mom had a somewhat conservative streak — if she started going on about how dangerous it was for a girl to be wandering around late at night, what then?
But Yeonhee didn't live up to those worries.
"Oh my, is that so? Hmm... I see. All right, then. I'm sure you have your reasons, Minju. Mom understands completely. Ah, but that means by the time you get home, Mom might already have left for work. I'd love to be here to greet my daughter when she comes in if I could, but... well. We all have our circumstances, don't we?"
Far from stopping her, Mom actually seemed a little pleased.
Minju's feelings were a tangle. Should she be glad her mother hadn't pressed her with questions she couldn't answer? Or should she feel hurt that Mom showed no worry at all about her daughter suddenly coming home late?
"Ah, but don't push yourself too hard. Studying is fine and all, but you know the most important thing is your health, right?"
"...Yeah. You too, Mom."
Cram school let out at eight in the evening.
Minju stood at the subway station entrance, watching people come and go. She never normally paid any attention to passersby, so doing this now felt strangely unnatural.
Watching people so I can do compensated dating... that's weird. It really is.
Technically it wasn't compensated dating — it was Sex Enter solicitation. But Minju couldn't really tell the difference.
Her gaze first latched onto the young men. When it came down to it, Minju was an ordinary girl who liked handsome guys. So if she had a choice, a young, good-looking man would be better, right? If the price was the same, might as well go for the prettier option.
That was what Minju thought — until she quickly changed her mind.
It's not like I'm picking a boyfriend.
What she needed to consider was how much money the man had. Someone who could casually absorb a sudden hundred-thousand-won expense would be ideal. Of course, if a pretty girl like Minju came on to a man that blatantly, even an unplanned expense would tempt him — that was just how men were as a species. But Minju didn't know men that well yet.
So if she was going to target someone, a middle-aged man who looked like he had money would be better. A middle-aged guy would be worn down by the working world, his stamina would be lacking, and she could give him a light round and wrap it up quickly. Looking at it that way, an older man might actually be more convenient.
Was it weird to already be calculating profit and loss when picking a man? But this was a job, so what could she do? To make good money, you had to be selective about your customers.
Having reached that conclusion, Minju picked out a reasonably suitable middle-aged man and approached him. He was getting on in years, not particularly handsome, but not grimy-looking either — just an ordinary middle-aged guy.
"Excuse me, mister. Do you have a moment?"
"Huh? What's the matter, miss?"
A man who, instead of panicking when a girl he'd never seen before spoke to him, asked back politely. That small detail wasn't half bad.
Minju glanced around. The people passing by weren't paying them any attention anyway, but a guilty conscience makes you paranoid. Confirming that no one was listening, she leaned in and whispered in the man's ear.
"Um, I-I'm sorry, but... would you like to have s-sex with me? A hundred thousand won, until you're too tired to go on."
She'd said it. She'd thought getting the words out would be hard, but they'd slipped out surprisingly easily.
The middle-aged man looked thoroughly flustered.
"W-wait, you want to do compensated dating? Oh my, I'm sorry — well, I'm not sorry, actually. Anyway, you shouldn't do that kind of thing. Do you have any idea how wrong that is?"
He immediately launched into a lecture. He'd mistaken Minju's offer for compensated dating.
Minju had figured that if a fresh young girl like herself made the offer, a man would take the bait immediately, so she was briefly taken aback. But it was clear this guy was looking out for her, at least.
She fidgeted, her lips working as she didn't know what to do, then remembered the card the boss had given her yesterday and quickly held it up in front of the man's eyes.
"I-it's not compensated dating. Don't get the wrong idea. This is, um, Sex Enter?"
Even as she said it, her tone lacked conviction. Would showing this card even once actually work? But surprisingly, the effect was unmistakable.
"Uh... uhh, Sex... Enter... so it's different from compensated dating?"
"Y-yes! I think it's legal."
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. If she herself wasn't sure, what was that supposed to accomplish? Fortunately she wasn't the only one flustered, so the man just scratched his head and let her words slide.
"They've got things like this these days, huh. Haa, maybe I've fallen behind the times from being stuck at the office every day. Good grief."
"I-it must have started recently, I think. Very recently... Um, so since it's legal... there's no problem, right? What do you say? Would you like to... try it with me?"
"H-hmm..."
Once he understood there was no legal issue, the kind man's eyes began rapidly raking Minju's body from top to bottom. Her fresh, youthful figure was more than enough to stir a man's lust. The fact that she was around the same age as his own daughter only stoked that lust rather than cooling it.
He swallowed. "H-hmm. So it was a hundred thousand won, you said? And until I say I'm too tired to continue."
"Yes. That's how the boss set it. Ah, but the motel fee is separate."
She hadn't actually heard anything about that from the boss, so she added it herself. If she had to pay for the motel too, her profit margin would drop even further. Since the boss hadn't specified one way or the other, Minju had decided to operate in whatever way benefited her most. If customers weren't biting, she could always change the policy later.
"H-hmm..."
The man swallowed dryly. How many years had it been since he and his wife became sexless? He'd made excuses about his sex drive declining as he entered middle age, but honestly, it was simply that his curiosity as a male toward his wife had faded. His unfulfilled lust had piled up in layers, forming geological strata. Social standing and innate morality had kept him from finding an illicit outlet.
But if he could do it legally with a girl this fresh? As a man, he couldn't very well kick away a blessing that had rolled right up to his feet.
"W-well then, I suppose I'll take you up on that?"
"Y-yes..."
The man was clearly nervous too, and that tension transferred to Minju. The customer wanted Minju, who'd made the first move, to take the lead. Minju, on the other hand, wanted the more experienced customer to take charge. Under that exquisite mismatch, the two of them maintained an awkward atmosphere the entire way as they headed into the motel.
"Looks like a student... are you two parent and child?"
The motel owner looked at them with extremely suspicious eyes, but when Minju held out the card again, the owner accepted it and let them through. This thing was surprisingly all-purpose.
"Uh... well then, I'll... wash up first."
"Ah, y-yes."
Once the customer went to shower, Minju sat on the bed and waited anxiously.
H-huh? W-was it originally supposed to be like this?
This felt completely different from yesterday with the boss. The boss hadn't even showered — he'd gone straight to toying with Minju's pussy. He hadn't shown a hint of nervousness, either. This customer was visibly tense, and his manner was nothing if not polite.
This might actually be harder.
The boss's behavior had been like getting bitten by a dog — you just let it happen. But this was relatively close to the sex Minju had imagined, and that proximity to her imagination only fanned her discomfort. On top of that, she was the one providing the service here. What if she messed it up?
All kinds of unpleasant thoughts flooded in.
Should I say I don't want to do it after all?
Minju even felt that weak-hearted. Then her eyes fell on the clothes the man had taken off.
"......"
She slipped her hand into the pocket of his coat. A thick wallet met her fingers. She discreetly pulled it out and opened it, and she could feel the financial power of a middle-aged man. Did people normally carry this much cash around? Didn't everyone use cards these days?
......I'll give it my all.
Minju steeled her resolve. Cash being the ultimate cure for a lack of motivation seemed to be a truth that held across all times and places.
"Um, sir. Do you like my hand? Is this amount of pressure okay?"
After the shower, both of them were naked. The customer first asked Minju to sit with him on the bed and stroke his cock with her hand. It was her first time, so she didn't know if she was doing it well, but she did her best, wrapping her hand around his dick and stroking it up and down. Her technique was clumsy, but the customer seemed satisfied.
"Ah, that's good. A little harder, please. And a bit faster."
"L-like this?"
Minju put more force into her stroking as requested. The silver lining, if there was one, was that the customer's equipment was inferior to the boss's from yesterday in length, girth, and overall appearance. It was probably close to average, but with that as a comparison, it couldn't help but look lacking. And thanks to that lack, Minju could service him without any revulsion.
Compared to that monstrous thing yesterday, this is nothing.
The precum leaking from the tip made stroking up and down gradually easier.
"Aaaah, aaaah... ah, that's good. Ah, could you roll the head around in your palm?"
"Like this?"
When she did as asked, a suppressed moan spilled from the customer's lips — a sound born from the mix of electric pleasure and the shame of expressing it honestly in front of a young girl.
That's a little cute.
If his face were a bit more handsome, it would have been nicer. Minju felt herself relaxing a little. The sex with the boss had been so brutal that this felt downright gentlemanly by comparison.
Almost on instinct, she worked her fingers, attacking the man's weak spots more aggressively. He let out a strained groan and came right there in her hand.
"Ah, aah, I'm sorry. I've just been so backed up lately, I couldn't help it."
"Eh, ah, it's fine. As long as you felt good, that's what matters."
She was a little surprised — she hadn't expected him to cum this fast. The boss hadn't been like that. Was the boss a special case? Anyway, him cumming meant they'd taken a big step toward wrapping up the job. That was a plus.
"I-it doesn't seem fair if I'm the only one getting touched. Would it be all right if I... touched you too?"
"Ah, yes."
His words were polite, but his bloodshot eyes made him look extremely aggressive. Did all men become like this when lust took over?
The man kneaded Minju's breasts with his dark hands. Her thighs too, her sides, her belly, her pussy. Relentlessly, as if determined not to miss a single soft spot on a woman's body. His cock, excited by the touch of a young woman's fresh skin, overcame its fading and surged skyward once more. Even after cumming once, it was bigger than before.
"Huff... huff... huff..."
The man exhaled roughly, trying to calm himself. But it was futile. He was already a slave to lust. The social mask he'd built up through years of socialization was now meaningless.
Without even asking Minju, the man licked her nape. She was a little startled, but she let him do as he pleased.
"Hahh... hahh... you smell so good. Aah, even better than my daughter. Sniff... You must be around the same age as my girl, and you've grown up so splendidly. Ready to take a man."
Muttering those somewhat creepy words, the customer slipped a finger into Minju's pussy. He'd been sexless for a long stretch, but his fingers tormented the young pussy the way his body remembered.
"Aangh♥"
A small moan slipped out. Minju hadn't thought anything of it, but even that was enough to light the fuse of an explosion in the customer. The man shoved her upper body down, throwing her onto the bed, and crushed his lips against hers.
Ah, this is my first kiss!
The shocked Minju tried to push him away, but it was already too late. It was a first kiss destined to be stolen sooner or later anyway, so there was no need to cling to it.
"Haa... haa... Jooyeon... Jooyeon..."
Calling out some unknown person's name, the man prepared to enter her. His first impression had definitely been that of a gentlemanly middle-aged man, but once lust took hold, he was nothing but a beast.
"Ah, um, a condom first..."
This was a serious matter. But the man, already driven mad with lust, didn't even hear her.
"Uooooh!!"
He thrust his cock into a woman's pussy for the first time in ages. The moment he entered, the man came. But he didn't do the wasteful thing of stopping there. He had years of pent-up lust to work off in this one day. He drove into her with the resolve that dying today would be fine.
Beyond that beast-like will, the man had nothing else.