Eden - Pureum
"Hello, hyung-nim!"
"Oh, you still haven't clocked out?"
"Yes. Have you eaten?"
"Yeah."
"I was about to grab some toast. Want one, hyung-nim?"
"Sure. Get me the bacon."
"Yes, hyung-nim!"
The daytime manager bastard stepped into the elevator and vanished.
When I walked into the counter, Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal hyung-nim were nowhere in sight. Only Jeonghun sat alone in the counter chair.
"Hello."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I glanced over the reservation memo and the ledger.
The names were listed in order: Pureum, Kkotnim, Hyojin, Eun-ha, Mi-ho, Dambi, Haneul.
I planted my ass in the mesh chair and quietly lit a cigarette.
A little later, the scrape of shoes came from the girls' waiting room beyond the counter wall, and Jeongmin—the daytime manager's little pussy—crawled out.
She was wearing a skirt dress so short her panties showed; calling it going-home clothes was generous.
Then she planted herself on the sofa beside the huge table and quietly lit a cigarette of her own.
After about ten minutes a beep sounded and the CCTV showed the horny daytime manager bastard arriving. I got up at once and hit the round button.
"Hyung-nim, have some toast."
"Alright."
I planted myself on the sofa by the huge table next to Jeonghun.
Daytime manager Hoyeol, that bastard, slid right up against Jeongmin as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
I took a bite. Fresh toast—still warm, and it went down beautifully.
"Mmm... fuck, that's good."
"Yes, hyung-nim... eat plenty."
The two of them sitting across from us weren't exactly doing anything, but the way they looked at each other was anything but ordinary.
I caught it on instinct: those two had started fucking.
After a long, drawn-out push and pull, it seemed he had finally drilled that pussy and turned her into his joj-jib.
I almost wanted to clap and congratulate them, but it felt like crossing a line, so I let it go.
"Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal hyung-nim... will be away for about a week."
"Oh? Something going on?"
Jeonghun filled me in on the whereabouts of those head bastards who had completely vanished. I didn't need to know and didn't want to know, but I filed it away in my skull for now.
Whatever the reason they were gone a whole week, it was something I could ignore.
"Yes. They're busy preparing for something... for the time being it looks like hyung-nim and I will have to run the place."
"Yeah. Nothing much to worry about... just keep doing what we've been doing."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
I eyed the two bastards sitting across from us and tore into the toast.
A little later the daytime manager bastard and Jeongmin left together, riding the elevator down like a happy couple.
I went back to the counter and planted my ass in the mesh chair. Jeonghun pulled out a cigarette and held it out to me. I flicked the lighter, quietly lit up, and smoked with the bastard.
"Hyung-nim, I have something to tell you."
"Huh? Go ahead... saying it like that out of nowhere is a little scary."
Jeonghun took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the empty air.
"I've got something I'm preparing for... I think I'll have to quit soon."
"What?"
What the fuck—out of a clear blue sky?
If this bastard quits, what happens then?
"Like I told you before, my wife doesn't know I work here. I passed the public recruitment this time... and the interview went well too."
"Ah... then I should be congratulating you."
"Yes... final acceptance remains to be seen, but I think it'll work out... I'm only telling hyung-nim in advance."
"So... you haven't told Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal hyung-nim?"
"No... it's obvious they'd try to hold onto me somehow... so I'm not going to tell them."
Fucking bastard. Then how exactly are you quitting? You can't just walk out without a word, right?
"So... are you saying you're going to ghost?"
"Yes. You got it right away... I'm going to leave this place completely."
"Well, it's not like you're quitting over something dirty... better to make money doing legitimate work if you can... understood."
"Yes... hyung-nim will keep working here, right?"
"Yes."
"When I ghost, hyung-nim will probably take my seat."
"What? It's only been about three months..."
"Dongpal hyung-nim will help, but ultimately hyung-nim will have no choice but to step into it."
"Yeah..."
"You're skilled at the work now... there's nothing more I really need to teach you. You can just keep doing as you are."
"Is there a reason you're telling me in advance? I could go to the hyung-nims..."
"I've watched you for about three months. You keep your mouth shut, so I don't think that would happen."
"I'll take that as a compliment... this is a bit sudden, so I'm a little flustered..."
"I'm not quitting right away, so don't tense up. Once the results come out, there's about two months until the training center."
"Whew... silver lining, at least."
"Yes. Once it's confirmed I'll tell you again, so for now just keep doing as usual. Even without me, hyung-nim will do fine now."
"I don't have the confidence, but if I keep at it it'll work out somehow."
"Yes."
Hmm... hearing this bullshit out of nowhere was disorienting.
So was I getting promoted to head lackey?
This bastard probably pulled at least three million even if I didn't know the exact number...
If they just jacked up the salary, there was no reason I couldn't do it...
I needed seed money to open a shop, too...
I quietly smoked and started the weekday cock-grinding shift.
In the early evening not a single ant called. Then, around ten, the call phone finally rang.
Jeonghun checked the number on the text site with the shop phone and handed it over for me to answer.
"From now on, hyung-nim take the calls. Try checking the reservations too."
"Ah, okay..."
The situation suddenly rolling toward me taking everything on was hard to adapt to, but there was no choice.
I took the phone, answered, and skillfully locked in the reservation. As if I'd been waiting for it, without a single hitch I poured out everything I'd learned so far.
After taking the booking I plotted how to distribute the pussies' numbers and worked through it according to plan.
Hmm... so this was the taste of working.
It was just pot business in the end, but I felt like I understood a little why workaholics existed.
I sat fully in the counter chair and Jeonghun retreated to the mesh chair.
Putting on full airs, lowering my voice, I picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room and made the call.
"Dambi. Two-T in ten minutes."
"Yeah... something up?"
I ignored Dambi's question and slammed the phone down hard.
Fucking bitch. Just do as you're told—why so much talk. Scrub that pussy and ass clean with high-tide.
Luckily we had exactly seven pussies matching the room count, so filling the reservations was easy.
Pureum was softer than before, too, after dozens of cops had raided the motel. I still hadn't spoken to her casually, but she answered well enough for business talk.
Past one in the morning, when the reservations died down, a call came from the girls' waiting room to the counter. I answered.
"Yes."
"Aren't you hungry?"
"A bit... you gonna order something?"
"Yeah."
"No more reservations after this, so order on my number. Then... I'll go get it and come up."
"Got it. Let's eat together."
"Okay."
I hung up and quietly lit a cigarette.
Suddenly the phone vibrated. I unlocked the pattern and opened it.
Huh? Pureum?
Surprisingly, Pureum—who had been ignoring contact all this time—had sent a message. I checked immediately.
It was only a short exchange, but I felt strength gather in my cock.
When I'd shown her me fucking Dambi, I'd thought everything was over. In fact she'd been so cold she wouldn't even associate with me...
But after the cops hit the motel, something in her seemed to have shifted.
Well, I could roughly guess. Hiding in the secret room with the other pussies, she'd been worrying about me on the inside. Even if she herself might have been fine, I was the one waiting outside—if the cops had taken me down...
It had ended as nothing much, but unexpectedly I'd reeled back in a pussy that had been written off.
Fucking bitch. Tonight I needed to push the progress hard...
Once I rammed that utility-pole cock into her and opened her up, no matter how hard she tried to pull away afterward, it wouldn't work...
After the group fuck at the pension, my confidence in fucking had only grown.
While I was lost in those thoughts, an unknown number called, and I took the money from Dambi, who had crawled out into the hallway. Then I went down to the first floor, took the bag of delivery food, and came back to the shop.
I offered to share with Jeonghun, but he refused flat. Left with no choice, I crawled into the girls' waiting room.
The pussies were already waiting with the table set out. The moment I planted my ass, Dambi sat beside me, and just as Hyojin was about to sit, someone darted in and pressed right up against me.
It was Pureum.
A startled Hyojin glared at Pureum with axe eyes, but Pureum didn't yield—she met the stare head-on and held the eye fight. Overpowered by Pureum's presence, Hyojin glanced at me, then quietly crumpled into a corner seat.
Hmm... they say when a pussy holds a grudge, frost falls even in midsummer. Pureum looked like she'd made up her mind for real.
From the look of it, tonight might be the night she offered that pussy up and joined the joj-jib lineup.
I set the delivery food on Pureum's plate and ate heartily at the same table with the bitches.
Even Dambi—who would never take second place for ferocity—didn't provoke Pureum. She just ate quietly and cleared the table.
"Good work."
"Yes, hyung-nim... just keep doing it like today."
We stashed the shop's take in the fire hydrant, went down to the first floor of the building together, and smoked side by side. Then we split toward our own paths.
When I reached the intersection not far from the shop, I saw Pureum standing there smoking. I stuck a cigarette in my mouth, lit it, and quietly walked up.
"Pureum."
"Ah... oppa."
"Hey. Wait long?"
"No... where's Dambi unnie?"
"She left first. I had a promise with you."
Pureum's face brightened.
Fucking bitch. Simpler than I thought.
After a good shared smoke with the bitch, we took a taxi toward Bakjirang Gopchang Alley.
We crawled into the usual gopchang place and planted ourselves in a corner seat. I sat her across from my cock and watched as Pureum checked herself in the mirror and fixed her makeup.
Whether she did or not, I grilled the set gopchang nicely and kept glancing over the bitch.
In just a few months, a pussy that had looked like a regular civilian had gotten sleek enough you could almost call her a proper cock-sucker.
"Stop fixing your face and eat this... it's done."
"Yes, oppa."
I set well-done gopchang on Pureum's plate. I cracked open the soju bottle, poured us each a full glass, clinked them in a mock toast, and knocked mine back in one shot.
"Mmm... good booze."
"Keup... yes, oppa."
"So, starting from six—isn't that hard? You take a lot of numbers too."
"Oppa, don't talk about work today..."
"Huh?"
"I want to hear about you."
Pureum lifted the soju bottle and poured us each another full glass. Then she knocked hers back in one shot and stared straight at me with burning eyes.