No!! Oppa!! Oppa!!

I take a deep drag on the cigarette and blow the smoke into the empty air.

"Two left now, right? A-rin and Mi-ho... Hope that fucking bitch is all set."

Speak of the devil—Dambi and Eun-ha crawl into the room side by side.

"You fucking bitch, did you clean your pussy properly?"

"Yes, Oppa... Hehe."

"I washed her nice and clean, baby."

"Hey, those artificial cock and anal beads we bought before—go grab them."

"Okay."

Dambi opens the drawer in the corner of the room and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rummages around. She comes back with the artificial cock and the anal beads and hands them over.

I hold my throbbing telephone-pole cock up next to the artificial one and compare them.

"Mm... Yeah, mine's way bigger... This fake cock ain't shit."

"Heh... Oppa, you got yourself another cock?"

"Yeah. Gonna fuck two pussies at once with this..."

Haneul strokes the artificial cock, staring at it with open curiosity. One real cock and five pussies—no choice. Gotta lean on the latest tech to keep these bitches satisfied.

"Hey. After I hit it once, lie down. Eun-ha flat on her back, Mi-ho on all fours on top of her... Same as before. You start thrashing around and it's over, got it?"

"Yes, Oppa... Hehe."

A-rin scratches her head, face flushing red. Fine. I'll let it slide as a one-time accident. She's a precious fucktoy, after all.

I crush the cigarette out in the ashtray and stand. Artificial cock and anal beads in hand, I climb onto the bed. The next two—Eun-ha and Mi-ho—are already in position exactly as ordered. Eun-ha's pussy and Mi-ho's pussy are stacked right on top of each other. Damn fine sight.

"How's this thing work? Just press the button?"

"Yeah, baby... I already read the manual... Like this..."

Dambi snatches the artificial cock, presses the button. It starts buzzing and writhing with a low drrrr. Without missing a beat she shoves it straight into Mi-ho's pussy and starts fucking her with it.

"Kyaaaaah!! Unnie!"

"Hold still, you fucking bitch!"

Dambi works the artificial cock in and out of Mi-ho's pussy, pulling it almost free then slamming it home again. I can't tear my eyes away from the bizarre new show, mouth hanging open as I stare.

"Might as well try these too... Just shove 'em in?"

I move in on Mi-ho and start feeding the beads into her ass.

"Euhiiiiii!!"

The bitch's head snaps up and her ass starts thrashing wildly.

"Hold still, you fucking bitch! Hey, grab this fucking bitch and hold her down."

"Yes, Oppa."

Haneul climbs onto the bed and clamps both hands around Mi-ho's waist, pinning her. One of the eight anal beads is already inside Mi-ho's ass. I push in the next.

"Huaaang!! Aang-aang!! Oppa!! Unnie!!"

"Heh... These things work for real... So I just keep going till they're all in?"

"Yeah, baby... Put them in one by one. There's a string at the end—tug it gentle and the fucking bitch'll go crazy."

"Easy enough... Hey, how you feeling? Looking at that face, seems pretty damn good..."

Mi-ho's shoulders are shaking hard. Doesn't look like she's in any shape to answer. I ignore her and keep feeding the beads in one after another.

"Ungh...! Aaaah!! Huaaaaaang!!"

The artificial cock is wrecking Mi-ho's pussy while the anal beads wreck her ass. Her whole body twists and thrashs, showing me exactly how good it feels without a single word needed. I push the last of the eight beads home. When I give her ass a sharp slap she flinches and rocks up and down.

"Just pull them out, right? Curious what happens..."

"Yeah, baby... They say yanking them out all at once feels even better... But be careful—might tear her ass open."

"Yeah, can't have that... First time, so we'll go one by one."

Hyojin has somehow drifted over beside me. She settles into a lazy sprawl and quietly lights a cigarette.

"You back with us? Looked like you'd completely lost it..."

"Yeah. Hurry up... Oppa."

Hyojin's eyes are locked on Mi-ho's pussy and ass, full of hungry anticipation. I give her what she wants—grab the string on the anal beads and start pulling them out one by one.

"Huaang!! Aaang!! Aang-aang!! Kyaaang!!"

Every time a bead pops free, Mi-ho's body jerks and she lets out another moan soaked in pure pleasure. Dambi keeps slamming the artificial cock hard into Mi-ho's pussy. Pussy juice is already flooding out in a river, dripping straight down onto Eun-ha's pussy below.

"Fuck, this is taking forever... Three left... Think I can just yank the rest?"

"Yeah, do it... Baby..."

"No!! Oppa!! Oppa!!"

Mi-ho whips her head around, eyes begging. I ignore her completely, grab the string, and rip the remaining beads out with everything I've got.

"Kkeuaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!"

The instant the last anal beads clear Mi-ho's ass, her head snaps toward the ceiling and she bolts upright on the bed. Then her ass starts whipping left and right like someone bolted a motor to it—and a jet of water erupts from her pussy.

"Ah, fuck... What the hell? I pull the beads out of her ass and she puts on a fountain show with her pussy?"

"Because of this fucking bitch we gotta clean the whole room again... Piece-of-shit bitch."

Mi-ho spreads her legs wide, drops to her knees, and keeps blasting the stream straight at Eun-ha's pussy. The jet hits Eun-ha and sprays everywhere. Haneul, Dambi, and Hyojin scramble for the TV room in a hurry.

"Hey, you done? Crawl out here... You fucking bitch! I was gonna fuck that pussy and now you're out... Piece-of-shit bitch!"

I scoop Mi-ho up and haul her into the bathroom.

"Hey. Wash up clean and come out... At least say something... You just dump it all over the room, what the fuck... You fucking bitch! Huh?! You goddamn bitch..."

"Hic... Hic... I'm sorry, Oppa...!"

Mi-ho sobs and begs for forgiveness.

"Hah, fuck... Just wash up, come out, and rest... Gotta clean the room so no more today... Don't feel like fucking you in here either..."

"Yes, Oppa... I'll wash and leave..."

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When I step back into the bedroom, A-rin and Dambi are already hard at work with cleaning supplies, wiping away every trace of the mess.

"A-rin, come here."

"Yes, Oppa."

Eun-ha drops the cleaning and dashes straight into my arms. I scoop her up—still glistening with the pussy juice Mi-ho sprayed all over her—and hoist her high. Both hands clamp onto her soft ass cheeks while I line my telephone-pole cock up against her pussy hole.

"Everyone else got theirs. Can't leave you hanging... Let's knock out a quick round and call it."

"Yes, Oppa..."

I drive my hips up hard and bury the telephone-pole cock deep into Eun-ha's pussy. Thighs and ass slap together with wet, brutal friction.

"Kkuh...!"

"Heung...! Oppa...!"

Eun-ha wraps both arms tight around my back and moans.

"Yeah, squeezing nice and tight... You fucking bitch."

"Aaang! Feels good, Oppa...!"

I put everything into lifting my hips and slamming home again and again. Her pussy must have already been itching for it—the space where cock and pussy meet is already slick and squelching.

"Baby, your pussy juice is flying... Slow down."

"Shut the fuck up, bitch!"

I ignore Dambi completely and focus every nerve on the telephone-pole cock sliding in and out of Eun-ha's pussy. Her ridged pussy walls wrap around it, milking and stimulating every inch. We collapse together onto the bedsheets already soaked with cock juice, pussy juice, cream, and the flood Mi-ho left behind. I hook both of Eun-ha's legs over my shoulders, plant my feet, and start pounding hard. My tongue shoves straight into her open mouth. Tongues tangle; we swallow each other's spit.

I feel the orgasm building.

"Gonna cum in your mouth—swallow it, yeah?"

"Haang! Yes, Oppa...! Aaang! Heung...! Euuung...!"

I lift my hips high and pull the telephone-pole cock completely free of Eun-ha's pussy. Her pussy lips cling to the shaft and stretch out after it, hanging off the head. I slam my hips down with everything I have and bury the cock to the root again. Those stretched lips get dragged right back inside with it.

Thud!!!!!

The bed shakes from the force of the thrust. The second the telephone-pole cock bottoms out in Eun-ha's pussy, a sharp electric jolt shoots from the base of my balls. I yank myself free in a hurry, scramble up, and shove the cock against Eun-ha's mouth. Her hands grab it and guide it in. Both of my hands clamp onto her head and I drive the cock deep into her throat. I feel the load surge from my balls, race up the shaft, past the head, and blast out hard. My head snaps back, shoulders arching.

"Kkuh!! Ugh!!"

"Uup!! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Huup!!"

I feel my cock juice flooding Eun-ha's mouth. The wet gulping sounds tell me she's swallowing every drop down her throat. She grinds her ass and swirls the cock around inside her mouth—clear message to clean it thoroughly. Her tongue licks the head, sucking up every last trace of cum.

"Haa... Good girl."

I slowly pull the telephone-pole cock free of Eun-ha's mouth. It glistens with her spit. I leave her there, crawl into the TV room, and drop onto the sofa in a sprawl. Quietly I light a cigarette.

Dambi and Eun-ha finish cleaning the bedroom and appear. We throw every window wide open to air out the fuck-stink. Haneul, Mi-ho, and Hyojin change clothes and clear out. I pull Dambi and Eun-ha close on either side, stretch out on the floor, and sink into sleep.

"Good evening, Hyungnim."

"Yeah. You eat?"

"Yes, Hyungnim. Already ate."

"Good. Hyung's heading in."

"Yes, Hyungnim... Please go ahead."

I bow a full ninety degrees to Dongpal-hyungnim and walk him all the way to the elevator. The fucking bastard strolls off with his hands clasped behind his back, looking smug as hell. I return to the counter, drop into the chair, and quietly light a cigarette.

I glance over the reservation memo and the ledger. The order is Pureum, Mi-ho, Hyeona, Dambi. Hyojin and Eun-ha already called in to skip work, so I left them alone. They're coming to the pension tomorrow anyway—I'll be burying my cock in their pussies then. Haneul said she'd come in late, but I already told her to rest up properly for tomorrow. Yeah. Too many of them crawling out at once starts looking weird. It's Sunday, so the numbers aren't high anyway... Four pussies is already plenty.

I plant both feet up on the desk and smoke. Suddenly my phone vibrates in my pocket.

Seong-uk-hyungnim?

What's he calling for at this hour... I pick up.

I hang up. Has this bastard ever even been to Eden before? I pull up the text site and punch in Seong-uk's number.

Huh?

What the hell is this?

His number comes up, but there's no memo—just the word BLACK. So he has been here... Did he pull some shit? Why blacklisted?

I already told him to come, so I can't cancel now... With me here it shouldn't be a big deal, but still... No choice. Better set some ground rules before I stick him in a room.

About thirty minutes later Seong-uk-hyungnim calls again. I check the CCTV—there he is on the first floor by the elevator, phone in hand.

The second Seong-uk-hyungnim steps into the elevator I hit the round button and hurry out to meet him. A moment later that familiar cock-face appears.

"Hyungnim, this way."

"Yeah, but it's dead quiet... You even making enough to eat like this?"

What the fuck is this bastard's problem... Quiet or not, none of his business.

"Yes, it's Sunday... I'll take you in."

"Before that... How are the girls? I can trust you on this, right?"

"You think I'd send Hyungnim something that wrecks him? They're all fine—no hippos or rhinos, so relax."

"Any discounts?"

"Come on, Hyungnim... We only do seven units..."

"You fucking bastard talk real slick, huh?"

"Excuse me?"

"Hey, you son of a bitch! Why else would I come here... You fucking dog... I go to places that are already proven."

Suddenly he's spewing curses.

"Let's just go inside first. Standing out here like this, people might walk by."

I lead the fucking whore-son Seong-uk into Room 2T, give him the usual warnings, take the seven ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠units, and shut the door. Today this bastard feels like he's looking for a fight.

Back at the counter I check the ledger. Pureum is next in line, but... Dambi and Mi-ho are fucktoys, so I skip them for now. Something feels off, so I decide to ignore Pureum and put Hyeona in instead. Still early—plenty of time left to keep the numbers straight.

I call the girls' waiting room. Ten minutes later Hyeona walks into Room 2T where Seong-uk-hyungnim is waiting. I sit back down at the counter and quietly light another cigarette, every sense locked on Room 2T.

Twenty minutes pass. Thankfully nothing of the trouble I was worried about seems to have happened—it's quiet.

Suddenly a sharp beep sounds. I glance at the CCTV and see a familiar face. Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal-hyungnim. That fucking bastard just left and he's already back...

I jump up, hit the round button, and wait in front of the elevator. A moment later a thoroughly drunk Keun-hyeongnim and a sour-faced Dongpal-hyungnim step out.

"Good evening, Hyungnim."

"Yeah. How many today?"

"Four, Hyungnim."

"Not bad... Pretty good turnout."

Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal-hyungnim head toward the counter. Suddenly a door slams open hard.

"Kyaaaak!! Help me!!"

Hyeona's voice. I bolt into the hallway and find her completely naked, both hands covering her pussy, staring toward the counter.

"What?"

"The customer tried to force it in! Oppa!"

"What the hell?"

Keun-hyeongnim's voice comes from behind me. Before I know it he and Dongpal-hyungnim have stepped in front of me, blocking the way. Then Seong-uk-hyungnim appears from Room 2T, completely naked.

"Hey, you dog-fucking bastard!! Huh?!!"

"Huh? What now?"

Keun-hyeongnim walks right up to the door of Room 2T and stares at Seong-uk-hyungnim. In a split second Seong-uk-hyungnim's arrogant eyes turn into the face of a dog about to get beaten.

"This fucking bastard... Huh? Hey, Hyeona... What did this fucking dog do? Huh?!"

"That bastard tried to force it in!"

"What? You dog-fucking whore-son human garbage piece of trash...!! How the fuck did you even get in here? Huh?!!"

Keun-hyeongnim clenches his fist and, without the slightest hesitation, drives it straight into Seong-uk's face. A sharp crack sounds, followed by something hitting the floor. I look down at the hallway tiles—several white bits that look exactly like corn kernels are scattered there. In one single punch Keun-hyeongnim has smashed Seong-uk's fucking jaw and knocked his teeth clean out.