Five Valley – Danbi
“Oh, you’re here.”
“Yes, hyung. It’s been a while.”
I texted him the moment I reached the entrance of his apartment near the Dongso district. Before long a tall, good-looking guy came out, smiled at the sight of me, and tossed the greeting my way.
Hong Sungwook. I’d first met him on a nightlife site early last year, right in the middle of the freezing cold. He was two years older than me, but we shared the same tastes and the same interests, so what should have been a one-off meetup turned into regular contact. Every so often we’d hit a parlor together, drain our balls, then grab a meal—more friend than just some older guy.
He knew the nightlife scene inside out. Daettal-bang, massage parlors, rest-tels, officetels, room salons, nightclubs—whatever was booming at the time, he’d done it all. And he never held back on tips for picking the decent girls. A real lifesaver.
He loved the life so much that, whenever money and schedule allowed, he would roam the whole country just to taste new pussy. Once a girl hooked him, he’d swing by the same place three times in a single day to drain himself. The man had legendary stamina.
“While I was waiting for you I checked the site. This review reeks of paid bullshit.”
“That bad?”
“Yeah. Nothing but glowing praise. ‘Fresh as live fish,’ ‘pussy juice dripping everywhere’—I’ve seen enough of these. Girls like that don’t exist in So-gu anymore. Everybody already knows the game, and this one’s way too obvious.”
I couldn’t argue. Back then my wallet was thin; once a month was the most I could manage. Even that habit only started after I met Sungwook a year earlier and began regularly buying pussy with cash. I was still a nightlife rookie, the perfect sucker for polished lies someone else had written.
Sungwook, on the other hand, was the real deal—an expert who, on a heavy day, drained himself three times. He’d only half-listened while I gushed about the review; the second he read it himself he called the fake out cold. If I hadn’t dragged him along today I probably would have swallowed the bait, taken a brutal hit, and spent the next several days doing breathing exercises just to recover.
“Still, nowhere else to go these days. Might as well head out, get some air.”
“If it’s a planted review like you say, odds are high we get burned. You sure?”
“If it turns out to be shit I’ll post a scathing review on the spot. You know I carry weight on that site.”
“True. I’m already out, and I’ve got nowhere better to go. Let’s book it and check.”
The second he finished speaking I dialed the parlor in Palgok’s Five Valley and locked in a reservation.
In those days every local place ran a special verification system. Cops cracked down so hard that each parlor kept its own phone-number database. Numbers used during raids, or numbers belonging to customers who caused trouble, went straight onto a blacklist. Unregistered numbers either got ignored or, at best, snagged a rare daytime slot when business was slow. Basically only guys who had already visited once and behaved themselves could walk back in.
So if you wanted to try a new spot, the usual move was to post on a nightlife site—“Anyone who can open this place for me?”—wait for a reply, call from a registered number, book the room, then pay the helper a small tip or, in the worst cases, cover his entire session. Once you finished and left together, your number got added to the database and from then on you could go solo.
I’d never been to any Five Valley parlor and my number wasn’t on file. I posted the usual “Need someone to open Five Valley” thread. Amazingly, less than five minutes later the owner himself—who’d been monitoring the site—called me directly. He asked if I’d visited other places, I said yes, he made me name a few, and just like that my number was in their DB.
A forty-minute bus ride later we were near Five Valley. I’d padded the reservation time, figuring the trip would take longer, so we had a little window. Sungwook and I hit a nearby restaurant, demolished a pot of gopchang jeongol, shared a cigarette, and finally stepped into the parlor we’d been waiting for—ready to taste some pussy.
Following the owner’s directions we found an older building. No elevator. We had to climb four flights, huffing so hard I worried I’d burn all my fucking stamina before we even started. By the time we reached the door I was gasping.
I called again. A short silence, then a beep, and the door opened. The owner’s face greeted us with a big welcome smile.
“Come on in, bosses. Right this way.”
Sungwook and I didn’t bother answering; we just caught our breath and walked inside. A counter-like space sat in front of us. To the right a heavy steel door—clearly the gateway to the fucking rooms—blocked the way. Since we’d booked full sessions we each handed over ten bills. The owner counted the cash and led us in.
We weren’t sharing a girl, so we got separate rooms. We stripped, slipped into gowns, and were shown to the shared shower. I scrubbed my cock and balls clean, then—just in case—squeezed out a thick blob of toothpaste and scrubbed my ass thoroughly too.
Cleaned up, I returned to the first room I’d been given, dropped the gown, and sprawled naked on the mattress in a big X. Nearly a month since I’d last drained into real pussy; my cock was already going crazy on its own. I hadn’t even touched it, yet it was twitching, fully hard, precum beading at the tip of the swollen head.
Staring at that thing, I thought, Life really is nothing special, and for a moment I wondered how the hell I was supposed to keep living.
I’d come here determined, but every single visit punched a hole in my wallet. Even though I still had a little savings, months of unemployment meant the balance would hit zero soon enough. Keep this up and I’d be living on tap water before long.
A normal person with no real savings and no job prospects would cut spending and try to hold out. I was a completely different breed of piece of shit. Not that I hurt people or threw punches. I earned my own money to feed myself, and whenever I was working I still slipped my mom a bit of living money. Strictly speaking I was a short-education, hard-work-hating, self-feeding, non-parasitic mystery bastard who somehow still counted as a filial son.
Today’s plan was simple: drain hard into fresh pussy, then survive the next two weeks on tap water. Even I had no idea how to rein in a fuck-up like myself.
But I’d already come this far, washed cock and balls, and was seconds from fucking. No way was I putting clothes back on, ghosting Sungwook, demanding a refund, and riding the bus forty minutes home just because a little existential dread hit. Tomorrow’s disasters could wait until tomorrow.
I was steeling myself when the click-clack of heels grew closer, paused outside the door, then a knock. A moment later someone who looked human stepped in.
“Hello, oppa.”
“Yeah, hey.”
I asked for her working name right away, wanting to confirm she was the girl from the review. Danbi. She looked way better than I’d imagined. Long natural hair, leopard-print dress. The face was pretty enough to erase the entire miserable forty-minute climb in one second. Her skin was a little tanned, but the curves showing through the dress and the overall package easily qualified her as the shop’s ace.
The thought that coming here had been the right call hit me, and every drop of blood in my body seemed to rush straight to the cock that was already leaking and twitching. It swelled so hard I felt dizzy, standing at full attention right in front of that delicious-looking girl.
“Wow, oppa, you’re packing.”
“This is big?”
“Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this size. Not sure it’ll even fit in my pussy…”
True to form for a girl who sold pussy, she dropped the word less than a minute after meeting a complete stranger. I slowly peeled off the rest of my clothes while she stared at my twitching cock with open curiosity. When our eyes met she didn’t look away; she licked her lips, got naked herself, and climbed straight onto my stomach.
Acting or not, the second she straddled me her breathing turned shallow. Hot breath brushed my ear as she started working her way down from my neck. Nipples, waist, thighs, all the way to my toes, then back up the thighs until she reached my crotch. Suddenly she shoved my legs wide and dragged her tongue across me.
“Ah…”
“Slurp… hah… slurp…”
Ace of the house, no question—her technique was elite. Feeling real female skin instead of 2D or porn for the first time in ages, I felt the signal hit my cock almost immediately, like I could blow any second. No way I was finishing that pathetic. I hadn’t even gotten a sakkasi yet, let alone put it in. If I shot my load like some useless bitch right here I’d never forgive myself.
I recited sutras and prayers under my breath, fighting the urge with everything I had. Whether she sensed it or not, she seemed to enjoy every twitch of my body, driving me deeper into the heat with that filthy tongue. Every time she licked, my hips jerked on their own and shameless little moans slipped out.
All of a sudden a soft, smothering sensation wrapped around my balls and my whole body arched hard, a raw cry tearing out of me. My balls were the most sensitive spot I had. I looked down and saw her: one slender hand gripping my rock-hard cock—thick enough to call a telephone pole—tilting it toward my stomach so the balls stood out, then licking and sucking them with total dedication. She rolled one ball in her left cheek, then the right, like candy, locking eyes with me each time through hazy, dirty pupils.
Finally her tongue left the balls, climbed the veined shaft, and teased the head. Another helpless moan of pure pleasure escaped me. She kept massaging my balls gently while alternating tongue strokes between shaft and glans, then rose to her knees, ready to fuck. From the basket she’d brought she pulled a condom, rolled it onto my cock with her mouth, and slathered her own pussy with a thick coat of lube.
She took a deep breath, lined the standing cock up with her hole, and began to sink down slowly.
“Ah… it’s too big…”
“Ah…”
Maybe she hadn’t been lying about never seeing one this size. A third of the way in and she still showed no sign of bottoming out for a proper ride. I waited patiently. True to her ace status, she steadied her breathing and kept easing down, little by little, until at last she managed to take every last inch to the root.
She flashed me a grin and started grinding slowly. She seemed fascinated by the sight of that thick cock buried in her pussy; she dropped her head and watched the shaft slide in and out while she worked her hips. I kneaded her tits and savored the slow, wet grip of her cunt around me.
After a while she must have gotten used to the size, because her pace picked up. I matched her, grabbing her ass and slamming upward into her pussy in rhythm.
Squish, squish…
Thud, thud, thud…
“Ah… ah… ah… aahng… ah…”
“Ah… ah…”
“Aaaah… ah… aaah… ah… so good… your cock feels so good…”
“Ah… your pussy’s fucking delicious. Climbing those stairs was worth it… ah…”
“It is?”
“Yeah. The review said the pussy was killer and it wasn’t fake. Holy shit, it’s amazing… ah…”
The urge to come hit me again. Finishing now would be a waste, so I yanked my cock out of her in a hurry. I sat up and gave her a little nod. She understood at once, lay back on the mattress, spread her legs wide, and waited for me. I slid between her thighs, lined up at her entrance, took a breath, then drove my hips forward hard enough to punch straight through her.
Thud… thud… thud…
Thwack… thwack… thwack…
I mixed hard thrusts with slower strokes just to feel every fold of her pussy on my cock, keeping a steady rhythm. Sweat poured down my whole body; I was starting to hit my physical limit. At this point the money didn’t feel wasted anymore. Time to finish. I pulled out again, reached down, and flipped her over. Without a word she raised her ass high, dropped her upper body low, and locked into a perfect doggy pose, waiting for my thick cock.
I grabbed her hips roughly, lined up, and slammed deep into her once more, pounding so hard the mattress threatened to break.
Creak… creak… creak…
Thud… thud… thud…
I fucked her so violently that even that sturdy mattress groaned loud enough to fill the room. Flesh smacking flesh, cock grinding pussy, the wet slap of mixed juices—all of it heated the air until the climax finally surged. This time I didn’t hold back. I hammered into her like a madman.
“Ugh… I’m coming…”
“Aahng-aaaah… aahng… aah…”
“Ahhhhhhhh—!”
I exploded deep inside her. Even though it was into the condom, the pleasure was absolute; I flooded the rubber with a long, satisfying load. After draining myself clean I stroked her tits while slowly pulling out. The condom hung heavy, so full of cum it tipped downward under its own weight.
Danbi was catching her breath too, motionless for a moment while she recovered. Then she sat up, pulled a cold can of orange juice from the basket, cracked it open, and held it out to me. Freshly drained and feeling great, I downed the drink in one go and shot the breeze with her until the bell rang. We scrambled into our clothes; she saw me out with a bright smile still on her face, and I practically floated out of the parlor.
Outside, Sungwook was already waiting. One look at the dark, thoroughly pissed-off expression on his face told me instantly—he’d taken a direct hit.