She's... Right Here... Right Next to Me...
My phone buzzed.
I opened it right away.
Pureum?
We'd swapped numbers, but we'd never actually texted before.
Hmm... if I didn't take this bait I'd be a complete fucking idiot...
I glanced at the CCTV. Pureum was standing out front of the building, smoking and staring down at her phone.
Fucking bitch, keep that shit up and you're gonna collapse again, aren't you?
Not that it mattered to me—if she went down I'd just fuck her anyway...
Still... for some reason, the second I stood in front of that girl my dick just wilted.
Fucking annoying.
I'd already said we'd meet, so as the guy with the dick I had to follow through. Grab a hangover soup or some gukbap nearby, send her home after. That was the plan.
I mapped out how I was going to handle Pureum, then quietly lit a cigarette. Took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the empty air.
Hmm... even while I was grinding through the shift I'd been hanging on by picturing the group fuck at the pension next week...
But the second this girl got mixed in, it felt like I'd turned into the pure-love protagonist of some romance fantasy novel...
Before I tamed Pureum I needed to tame my own fucking head first.
You piece of shit!
Get your shit together!
Fucking loser...
The door opened. I checked the CCTV and saw Dambi walking a customer out, arm linked through his.
I flipped the cigarette over, propped it on the edge of the counter, and bolted out. Took the customer off Dambi's hands, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way.
I was heading back to the counter when I noticed Dambi still standing in the hallway, one step toward the desk, just staring at me.
Didn't that bitch have any shame?
I didn't care, but her pussy hair was poking right out for anyone to see...
Jeonghun was here. So were the other girls.
I walked over to Dambi in her pink bikini hostess outfit.
"What?"
"I need to spray some air freshener in the room... the smell's disgusting."
"Huh? What smell?"
Even her bikini reeked of something weird. Kind of like shit, honestly...
Fuck.
"Those athletes came by earlier... I think it's sweat."
"Sweat?"
"Yeah... Eun-ha and Hyojin already bitched about it. Said the guys just lay there without washing and made service a nightmare."
"Those fucking pieces of shit... they grind for hours, crawl in here, and don't even shower?"
"Yeah... next time they show up, tell them to wash first."
"Got it."
Dambi scrunched up her face and disappeared into the girls' waiting room.
I stepped into Room 2 where the bitches had been and, sure enough, the stench was lethal. Fucking animals—weren't even homeless. The whole room reeked like rotting garbage.
I hustled back to the counter, grabbed the air freshener, and emptied the entire can until the floor was wet. The hallway seemed to have soaked it up too, so I made a slow loop spraying as I went, then returned to the desk.
"Something wrong, hyungnim?"
"Yeah. Those bat-swinging bastards got service without washing and left the place stinking."
"They do it every time they come. Fucking worthless shit-eating trash... accident-prone human garbage."
Jeonghun clenched his jaw and spat out a string of curses with a look I'd never seen on him before. Every single swear carried real feeling. Even a serial killer couldn't have loaded that much emotion into it.
"None of the big-name guys, from the sound of it... it's always the mid-tier assholes who pull this shit. Tsk tsk..."
"Right?"
The biggest one looked familiar, but even on the national team he was just a water boy. The rest of the faces I didn't recognize at all—probably second-string dogshit bastards.
"Someone else must handle the reservations... earlier the guy just paid and left."
"Yes, hyungnim... I don't know the details either... but it's always like that. They show up with a whole pack every time... Big Boss loves it, of course."
"Yeah..."
I dropped into the mesh chair, stuck the cigarette I'd been smoking back between my lips, took a deep drag, and exhaled into the air.
A little later a group of customers arrived, and it wasn't until past three that the place finally settled into something like a normal weekday quiet.
Fuck, busier than a Friday night.
My ass was going numb. Lately I'd been fucking every single day until my stamina was scraped raw, and grinding through shifts on top of that—I could feel my body starting to give out for real.
I shot Dambi a text.
Permission from Dambi to go meet another pussy secured, I shoved the phone back in my pocket.
After closing I stood at the building entrance with Jeonghun and shared a smoke.
"Good work today, hyungnim."
"Yeah. Head on in."
I flicked the cigarette wherever and we split off toward our own destinations.
I pulled out my phone and called Pureum. She picked up instantly.
"Yes, oppa."
"Hey, where are you?"
"I'm at the intersection."
"Huh? You were already there?"
"Yeah, hehe..."
"I'll be right there. Just wait a sec."
"Okay."
I hung up and sprinted full tilt. It was a three-minute walk, but I covered it in thirty seconds flat.
There she was—that familiar pussy standing at the crosswalk.
"Pureum."
"Oppa... did you run?"
"Yeah... fucking out of breath... hah... hah..."
She looked at me with worried eyes.
"You never went home?"
"No. It was hot, so I just walked around a little."
This bitch was crazy too... it was over thirty-five degrees out...
"Let's get inside somewhere... you're gonna pass out from the heat. What do you want to eat?"
"Maybe just some hangover soup?"
Her fingertip pointed to the hangover-soup place on the corner of the intersection. That was the spot I'd gone to with Hyojin and Eun-ha before. Not bad, but nothing special either.
"Not there. If you like gopchang, let's go to a place I know."
"I do like it... but will anything still be open?"
"Yeah."
I took Pureum's hand, flagged a taxi, and headed for Bakjirang Gopchang Alley. Late as it was, ten minutes of racing got us there. I'd come late before and still managed to eat.
We slipped into the gopchang alley, walked a short stretch, and the familiar sign came into view. Still open, and packed inside.
"That one."
"Wow, lots of people. Must be good."
"Yeah, it's decent."
Holding Pureum's hand, I stepped inside. A kitchen kid guided us to a mediocre middle table and we sat. I ordered three servings of gopchang, two bottles of soju, and corn cheese.
A little later the table was set. I flipped the tongs around, grilling the gopchang. Once it looked ready I set the tongs down, picked up chopsticks, and tried a piece.
Ah, right.
Instead of putting it in my own mouth I turned the chopsticks toward Pureum's.
"Say ah~"
"Huh?"
"You fed me before. Come on, say ah~"
"Hehe... okay, oppa."
She opened her mouth and I carefully slipped a perfectly cooked piece of gopchang inside.
I need to shove my telephone-pole dick into that mouth and fuck it raw...
I poured soju into her glass and mine, then clinked them together. But instead of knocking it back, Pureum slipped her hand holding the glass between both of mine.
Love shot.
I caught on instantly and did the love shot with her.
"After grinding all day the booze hits perfect."
"Lots of customers, oppa?"
"Yeah. But... you okay? If we eat this you won't sleep a wink before work..."
Pureum's face turned serious. She let out a long breath.
"I... quit my company job."
"Huh?"
Hmm... unexpected bullshit. Then again, holding down both jobs had looked brutal even to me. She was at the point of having to choose one or the other. Otherwise dropping dead from overwork wouldn't have been surprising.
But... hadn't she told her family she was just doing PC-bang part-time on the side? Quitting a perfectly good company to work PC-bang hours would look weird as hell...
"You did look exhausted... money-wise this place pays better, sure... Did you tell them at home?"
"Yes..."
Pureum poured herself another glass and downed it in one shot.
"As long as you told them... so you're going full-time here from now on?"
"Yes, oppa... I think I have to... there's a lot of places the money needs to go..."
"Don't take this the wrong way... when you got hauled to the ER I saw the photo on your phone lock screen. That was your little sister, right? The sick-looking kid..."
"Yes, oppa..."
"She hasn't gotten much better, huh. If you had to quit the company over it..."
"Let's talk about something else, oppa."
"Okay."
Pureum's eyes welled up; she wiped the tears away with her hand. To change the mood I started rambling about the bat-swinging bastards from earlier while we worked through the gopchang and soju. I thought about ordering more, but they said it was closing time, so we just fried some rice with the leftover bits and finished.
"That was really good, oppa."
"Yeah, you're a gopchang killer... want to come back next time?"
"I'd like that... oppa."
"Then let's go... I'll take you home."
"What? Isn't that way too far?"
"You don't want to? I don't mind either way..."
"I-it's not that..."
"Then let's go. I just want a little more time with you."
I took her arm, flagged another taxi, and headed for Bukbu Terminal. We sat side by side on the same covered-roadside bench as last time and I quietly lit a cigarette.
"Not like I can really help with anything... but since you're going all-in, do it right..."
"Yes, oppa..."
"I haven't been at this long myself, but every girl is different... some blow through cash like water, some save every won and live thrifty..."
"Yeah... everyone has their own dreams, I guess. What's your dream, oppa?"
"Huh? Me?"
"Yes... your dream..."
If I had to name a dream... just fucking as many pussies as possible, group-fucking till I dropped, licking pussy until I choked to death—that was pretty much it. Spit that kind of bullshit and I'd get my ear cuffed on the spot...
"Lately I've been thinking I'm almost thirty... maybe it's time I pick a real path."
"A path... you mean this work?"
"Yeah. In crude terms, a pimp. I've seen the money comes in, so I figure I should start saving and look into opening my own place."
"I see..."
"What, you don't like it?"
"N-no... just..."
"When I meet someone I love someday I've got to put food on the table somehow... right now it's impossible, so I've got to try it this way at least..."
"Oppa... is there a girl you like...?"
"Yeah... she's nearby... right next to me right now..."
Even I had to admit that was a string of smooth-as-hell bullshit. I put on maximum swagger, turned my head, and looked at Pureum with smoldering eyes.
Her pupils trembled.
Fuck... this is the moment...
Why the hell won't my mouth move in?
You bastard, open up!
"Oppa!"
A chilly voice from behind made me look. A familiar pussy face appeared—Pureum's little sister, the one with the killer looks.
Ah, fuck... the mood had been perfect...
"Oh... out early, huh?"
Black leggings—looked like she'd come out for a jog. Earbuds still in.
Fucking bitch looked delicious. I licked my lips without meaning to.
"When did you get here? You never take this route..."
Pureum stood up and spoke curtly while staring at the hot-faced little sister.
Yeah, the grown-ups were trying to set a mood and get sticky, and this blood-hasn't-dried-yet little bitch...
"Unnie said she'd be late so I came out just in case... and look what I caught, huh? Hehe..."
"You..."
"What? Keep going... don't mind me... the vibe was nice..."
"Oppa, I'm so sorry..."
"Huh? No, don't worry about it..."
I stood up next to Pureum and glared at the hot-faced bitch like I was ready to kill her on the spot.
"Oppa, scary... are you mad because I interrupted you two?"
"Yeah... you're old enough to know better. Your unnie and I had a good thing going—why barge in..."
"Pfft, so it's real... Unnie... lucky you?"
"Hey! Get home right now."
"Okay, I'll scram... you two go fry some ham and live happily ever after~"
The hot-faced bitch strutted off, showing off an ass that made my dick twitch.
Pureum turned back to face me.
"I'm really sorry, oppa..."
"No. I think I finally get it now..."
"What?"
"Honestly I was a little confused... I've been thinking about you a lot lately... wondered why... and there's the answer, Pureum..."
"Oppa..."
A future pimp candidate and a full-time whore locked eyes, trading burning looks. The horny bastard slowly pushed his mouth forward and stuck out his tongue; the full-time whore's lips parted and took him in. Tongues tangled, and they swallowed each other's spit down their throats.