Lazy Friday and the Kickboxing Delivery
Ah, I don't want to work. Such a peaceful Friday.
"I don't wanna work."
"Don't say it so loud."
"I doooon't wanna workeeee..."
As always, the two sat facing each other in the café, chatting away.
"You've been off for two days? And you even called Seo-ha over."
"Seo-ha came over, didn't she?"
"I was wondering why you didn't come in yesterday, and turns out your sister was holding you back."
"Ah, that was a house date."
A sharp snap echoed through the café.
Do Yoon-seo had flicked So Ha-rin's forehead and was now pouting at her.
"Don't mess around."
"...Are you sulking 'cause you couldn't have a house date?"
"...Huh?"
"Hng."
So Ha-rin wore a triumphant expression.
Dark circles ringed her eyes, and she looked unmistakably sleepy and exhausted, yet her gaze sparkled brightly.
Her lips twitched upward, convinced she'd gotten one step ahead of Do Yoon-seo.
"Ugh."
"Pfft. Jealous much?"
"...Aargh! Seriously!"
In a fit of irritation, she chugged her iced drink and glared at So Ha-rin.
Jealousy dripped from her green eyes.
"Some of us can't even have a house date because of family."
Do Yoon-seo crunched the ice viciously. Watching her, So Ha-rin smirked.
"Hng."
So Ha-rin scooped a spoonful of the café's new limited-time milk pudding, the jiggly treat sliding into her mouth as she spoke.
"Oh yeah, Seo-ha was talking about house hunting."
"A house?"
"Yeah. A place for all of us to live together."
"Heh."
Do Yoon-seo perked up at So Ha-rin's words.
"Does Ju-ri unnie know?"
"Of course."
"Hmm. Then maybe the four of us should go check it out."
"Four?"
"Me, you, Ju-ri unnie, and Seo-yoon."
The name Seo-yoon. So Ha-rin had expected the first three, but hearing Seo-yoon in place of Seo-ha made her eyes widen.
"Leaving out Seo-ha?"
Do Yoon-seo nodded slightly.
"Yeah. We'll tell her later."
She stirred the remaining ice in her glass with her straw.
"It's kinda soon for that, right? No need to rush marriage."
"Well, true."
"Mmm. Yeah. In about one or two years, it'll be perfect."
So Ha-rin nodded at Do Yoon-seo's words but frowned slightly.
"Ju-ri unnie will be in her forties by then."
"Then you'll be in your thirties too."
"Tch."
Do Yoon-seo stifled a laugh at the irritated sound.
"Pfft."
"Ugh..."
Do Yoon-seo popped some ice into her mouth and crunched it loudly. They said it was better melted, but she preferred chewing it.
"So. Have you picked a date spot?"
She changed the subject.
So Ha-rin sighed and shook her head.
"...No idea."
"Isn't it tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow... yeah."
"That's bad."
So Ha-rin nodded as she listened to Do Yoon-seo.
She poked at the milk pudding in front of her and sighed again.
'A date spot, huh...'
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Seo-ha Yoon was bored.
"Ah. I don't wanna work."
She was really bored.
"Aah... ahh."
She stretched and yawned.
Smoothing her suit, she rang the doorbell at the requested client's home.
"...G-get out!"
"...?"
Get out?
"Wh-what do you want?! Why are you here?!"
"...Futanari Corporation, Dick Delivery Service."
"...Ugh?"
"Pardon?"
The door opened to reveal a petite woman with yellow twin-tails.
Her deep green eyes darted around before realization dawned, and she yelled inside.
"Unnie!!!"
Her whole body screamed anger as she stormed inside.
Seo-ha watched her stomp away, sighed, took off her shoes, and followed.
It felt like she'd run into a complainer.
'A complainer at this company... Nah, maybe because it's this company.'
Most designated service clients were Gold rank, of course. And Gold rank only checked looks—no personality or wealth requirements—so complainers weren't impossible.
'Hope she's not a real pain.'
Well, if she made unreasonable demands or got annoying, Seo-ha could just put her in her place.
"What... Why are you freaking out?"
"Why? You know why! Some weirdo showed up! Talking about dicks and whatever!"
"...Ah. It's today, huh."
"Today? See? It's your fault, unnie!"
Heading toward the voices, Seo-ha saw two women.
In what looked like the bedroom.
Twins, judging by their identical faces. The differences were height and breasts. The one called "unnie" was a bit taller, and her chest was...
'Comparing would be rude.'
Huge.
On par with Yoon-unnie, even.
'Let me check the name...'
"Chae Ye-na, right?"
A ding chimed—confirmation she had the right client.
"...Y-yeah... th-that's... me."
Chae Ye-na—the bustier unnie—spoke up.
"Whoa... this is real."
"...Unnie."
"N-no! I'm curious, okay?! No ads, just word of mouth, and it's blowing up! Of course I'm curious!"
"How much did you blow? Huh."
The younger sister's eyes sharpened, her deep green gaze glaring at her unnie.
"...One hundred twenty thousand won."
"Unnie!!"
"Hweeeee!!!"
Chae Ye-na buried her face in her massive breasts, curling up. The younger sister loomed over her, stepping on her as veins bulged in her neck.
"Wasting allowance on that crap again!"
"S-sorryyyy!!"
"Unnie spent a million last month alone! A million! If it was a healthy hobby, fine. But geraniums? That's been out of style for fifty years!!"
"Th-that's not bad, the cooldown's not up yet— Eek! D-don't hit meee!!"
Seo-ha Yoon turned away as the sister beat her unnie with kicks and pillows.
She went to the living room, stripped off her clothes on the sofa, and rummaged through the fridge and kitchen.
"Popcorn?"
Microwave popcorn in a kitchen drawer.
She stared at it briefly, then popped the bag in the microwave and set the timer.
A savory aroma began to fill the air.
Grabbing an orange juice from the fridge, she poured a glass and waited.
Beep beep bweep!
Sipping her juice and listening to the beating sounds from the bedroom, the popcorn finished quickly.
"All done?"
She downed the juice, transferred the popcorn to a plate, and returned to the room.
"Hoo, hoooo, hweeeee."
"H-hew... huff..."
Peeking in, Seo-ha Yoon let out a soft "ooh."
Tear-streaked Chae Ye-na held her arms high.
"It huuuurts!!"
"Shut up."
"Hweeeee..."
She was crying about the pain, but no visible injuries showed. Her skin was flawless—no bruises, not even from the rough handling. Impressive.
"...Um, miss?"
"Yeah? Me?"
Seo-ha pointed at herself, surprised. No one had ever called her "miss" before.
"Y-yes... Uh, what's that in your hand?"
"Popcorn. Want some?"
"S-sigh... Sure."
Chae Ye-na grabbed a handful from Seo-ha's plate.
She nibbled the popcorn she'd taken and eyed Seo-ha.
"...You said service, right?"
"Yes. Dick Deliv—"
"Aah! Th-that's fine. Yeah."
The younger sister blushed and kept questioning.
"It's... like an escort service, right?"
"Yes. Pretty much."
"Calling doesn't end it. Unnie said 120k was just membership."
Seo-ha nodded.
The buttery popcorn flavor filled her mouth. Damn good for convenience store stuff.
"How much?"
"Pardon?"
"How. Much."
The younger sister's deep eyes trembled slightly.
She rustled the popcorn in her hand and stared at Seo-ha.
"Two million won."
"Ah, two million."
"Yes."
"Hnggg. R-right... Two million... H-hnggg."
Hearing the price, she clutched her head dizzily.
She exhaled deeply and clenched her fist.
Crunch—the popcorn in her hand crumbled to the floor.
"Yaaaah!!!"
"Hweeeek?!"
"You, you!!!! You damn bitch!!!!!!"
Remaining crumbs flew at her unnie.
If that was all, she'd be lucky—but next came the younger sister's fist.
Hearing something like a crack, Seo-ha turned away.
Her eyes landed on a plaque hanging on one bedroom wall.
GOLD MEDAL
Seo-ha Yoon silently prayed for the soul of one onahole.