OK Sexual Harassment Erotic Dance (2)
A common NEET named C had no connection to musicals, idols, or any leisure activities where one went out and directly experienced things. If everything could be solved at home, why go out tired? So, the suffering of ticket purchasing was a distant matter to him. It had been that way until recently.
“No, fuck! It’s been days and the reservation isn’t opening!”
C slammed the desk in frustration. Failed reservation again today. The reservation for Min-ju, whose tastes perfectly matched C’s, her mother Yeon-hee, and the newly hired Seo-yun were all fully booked. There were only three sex entertainers, and there were more people wanting them than seats, so it was inevitable. At first he thought he was just unlucky. Next time, try to do it faster. But when that state continued for days, anger gradually built up.
“If that’s the case, why advertise in the first place!”
Send that slutty bunny girl out to the streets for massive promotion, but when customers come to find seats empty, what the hell? It wasn’t mocking anyone. The basics of business weren’t being done at all. But he muttered that, and after a few more days he’d probably check if seats opened up. Why? Because the service of this theme park was unparalleled—cheap, safe, pretty. Wasn’t that the very essence of men’s fantasy?
“If I do this next time too, I’ll just quit.”
Muttering that he didn’t believe it himself, C was about to leave the site when something unfamiliar stepped on his foot.
“Eh? New attraction? What is this?”
Even thinking it was fully booked, he clicked anyway. But this time,
“Eh? Seats are plenty?”
Reading the content, it seemed not about full sex but just enjoying the erotic dance. That made sense.
“Price… 3000 won per hour?!”
Cheap. Not just cheap, insanely cheap. With such a low price it would sell out soon. By the time he thought that far, C was already pressing the reservation button. Even without direct sex, just being able to enjoy the women’s erotic dance up close for 3000 won per hour was more than enough gain. Right?
Recently, or I don’t know, but some apartments seemed to have performance halls for residents’ leisure. Whether it’s a coincidence or the arrangement beyond the singularity, there was also a performance hall in Chan-ho’s apartment. Chan-ho himself had never used it, but from today the usage rights belonged entirely to him. No one to protest. Everything was the building owner’s decision.
“W, what a crowd…?”
C, who hadn’t gone out in a while and spent money on “cultural activities,” was intimidated by the packed crowd. About a hundred people gathered? Of course, all men. Who else would come to watch OK Sexual Harassment Erotic Dance?
“Hmph! Hah, hah.”
C wasn’t the only one intimidated. Quite a few men were scanning the surroundings with uneasy eyes. They knew intellectually that their position was legally flawless, but the feeling that they were doing something unhealthy was unavoidable. But still, no one was leaving. Of course, C wasn’t either.
Once the seats were full and the performance time approached, three women appeared through the tent hanging above the stage.
“Ah, hello, customers!”
“We are the sex entertainers who will guide you to the world of romance!”
“Touch as much as you want! Harass as much as you want! Enjoy as much as you want!”
The trembling voice through the microphone. Even hearing it, it was a voice showing immense tension. But that didn’t matter to the men. More important was the women’s clothing. It was an obscenely lewd outfit that strip dancers might wear. The fact that real women in such clothes, three of them, completely stole the men’s rationality.
“F, from now on! T, the erotic dance performance will begin! T, the first performer is Kim Ji-su!”
The woman in the center shouted. With her, the two on the sides came down from the stage—not from behind, but from below, right to the spot where the audience was looking.
“Our bodies can be touched as much as you want during the performance!”
“Please don’t interfere with other customers!”
The two women walked among the seated audience. At first glance it seemed like they were being a nuisance during the performance, but if it was part of the performance, it was a strange scene that made sense.
“…..”
They said that, but no man rashly reached out. Even if it was fully allowed, with existing morals holding the brake, it was hard to act boldly. In such times, a pioneer was needed.
Squelch~♥
“Hiieeet!!”
The hand of the man sitting reached out and groped one woman’s bare breast. The woman let out a high scream as if about to faint, but didn’t dodge or slap the hand away. She smiled flirtatiously at the man groping her breast and continued moving.
“I, I touched it! Her breasts are so soft, I touched them!”
The man shouted like telling a heroic tale. C laughed inwardly at the scene that could only be called obscene, but felt a mixed emotion of admiration for the man who showed excellent action by taking the first move.
“Come to me soon.”
He wasn’t satisfied with just the breasts and would touch her pussy directly. This was the first time touching a woman’s pussy. It would surely be an unforgettable intense memory. Of course, just waiting for his turn might be boring, and he might wonder if 3000 won was worth it. But,
“Yes, yes~ Now I’ll dance! If it spreads on the internet, I’ll do a pervert dance that will make you unable to marry anyone! Filming is prohibited, so please refrain!”
Dancing on the stage while shouting that, Ji-yeong spread her legs toward the empty space, exposing her pussy. She shook her upper body front and back, left and right vigorously, showing off her excellent elasticity. If she were receiving the tip from the man who was imagining how good it would be to have her waist wriggling seductively, how wonderful that would be.
To put it coldly, Ji-yeong’s dance skills weren’t excellent. To be frank, it was just roughly copying the movements of strap dancers from videos. But it didn’t matter. After all, they didn’t come to see the perfection of the dance. Even if they did, 3000 won was an amount that could be wasted easily. Rather, seeing such immature dance form made them realize how inexperienced she was in this kind of work, which added another layer of debauchery.
“Hey, you pervert! Is your dick hard like that! If you dance spreading your crotch like that in front of men, come here and suck my dick!”
One of the seated audience shouted that. C, startled, looked toward the sound. But soon realized that the words weren’t wrong at all. Because this was a special space where sexual harassment and molestation were completely OK. Once he realized that, C shouted with some inexplicable impulse.
“Spread your pussy more! Like this, cupping with fingers! That’s the least you can do for the money you paid! I came here paying 3000 won each!”
It was said with the meaning that her body was worth only that much. The irrationality of this space where such absurd nonsense was accepted heightened the emotions. Then, once someone started, it was smooth sailing. From all sides, all sorts of insults and mockery toward the women poured out. As if to release all the stress accumulated in society, all kinds of inhuman insults, mockery, and contempt flew at the dancers. The dancers had no choice but to receive them with a tragic smiling face without protesting in one word.
“Yo, look at this thick slut. It looks like it’ll taste good when it’s pounded hard.”
“Look at this tight pussy. Why the hell is it not insertable? Hey, let’s meet later. I’ll show you heaven.”
Of course, sexual harassment wasn’t just targeting the dancers. Rather, the dancers receiving the direct sexual harassment and molestation right next to them were the direct targets.
“U, it’s uncomfortable, customer. Please don’t interfere with the line.”
“U, it’s hard to say what to do about the off-time.”
It was a complete mess. But it was fine. Whatever, it didn’t matter. No one was uncomfortable, so what was the chaos? Only the staff were uncomfortable, so it was okay. And in all this chaotic situation, there was one person who maintained composure—Jeong Chan-ho, sitting pretending to be a customer.
“Hmm. Perfect. I like this atmosphere. But of course, it needs improvement. Later, when I gather some energy, I should use the customer management app. And I can’t take out the staff separately.”
The appearance of worrying about making the business more complete. Truly a boss’s attitude.
“Let’s see. Today is the first day, so this should be fine, but if it continues like this, it won’t be interesting. Um… Ah, right. Let’s make time to talk with the dancers during the dance break. Completely OK for private questions and sexual questions. And during that break time, adding the option to have the drawn person come on stage and do public sex. And the more frequent customer of this attraction, the higher the probability of the draw. Oh, what? Ideas are popping up? Me, I seem to have some talent unexpectedly?”
Patting himself while opening the app and looking at the energy gauge. The energy rose about ten. “100 people brought in and made it, but it’s low. As expected, compared to 1:1 insertion sex, not much energy is filled.” But overall, looking at the energy that could be attracted, this side was actually more. This energy would become the fertilizer to make the theme park more prosperous again.
“Fun. Building a business.”