Eden - Dambi
I couldn't help but feel a little flustered when a girl I never expected came crawling out and asked me for a cigarette, but I quickly pulled myself together and pulled a single Hoo out of the pack to hand to Mi-ho.
I still didn't have any real connection with this one—we'd only ever exchanged short, businesslike words—so sticking it straight between her lips felt a bit much.
Mi-ho squatted down beside me and quietly lit the cigarette.
"I don't really know the details, Manager... but I hope you can cheer up..."
"Yeah... thanks, Mi-ho."
Having this unexpected bitch show up was already surprising enough, and now she was even trying to encourage me.
Still, knowing there was at least one girl who gave a damn about me made me look at Mi-ho in a new light.
Honestly, this one was always glued to Kkotnim's side—coming to work with her, leaving with her, and sitting right next to her in the girls' waiting room.
More than that, she treated Kkotnim like some kind of master, handling all the dirty work on her own without even being asked. I'd always thought of her as nothing more than Kkotnim's personal servant bitch.
Whenever Kkotnim was in a room, Mi-ho would keep her spot in the waiting room spotless, bring over drinks, or even squeeze toothpaste onto a toothbrush and leave it in the kitchen outside so Kkotnim could rinse her mouth the second she came out.
As if that weren't enough, when Kkotnim's bookings got packed tight, Mi-ho would forget about her own shitty shifts and beg for a little break time for her.
That was how fixed my image of Mi-ho had been—just Kkotnim's little sidekick.
"Work's pretty rough, right...?"
"The girls have it way harder than I do... We only eat because of them, after all..."
Technically she wasn't wrong. How brutal must it be to suck cock, front and back, until your jaw nearly falls off for forty straight minutes?
"...I don't know how reassuring it is having you here, Manager..."
"Thanks, Mi-ho..."
She might not know the details, but it seemed she'd picked up on the fact that Jeonghun and I had gotten thoroughly fucked over.
Still, getting a pep talk from this bitch somehow made me feel a little lighter.
"...I know this might be out of line, but... if it's okay with you... please tell me if something hard comes up..."
Fuck, though—the mood was getting way too serious.
"Yeah... if work gets tough for you too, or if you need me to do something, don't feel burdened—just say the word."
"Okay... then I'll head back in first, Manager..."
Mi-ho gave me a look that was almost uncomfortably soft, then slowly stood and went back inside the restaurant.
Tell her if something hard comes up? I wasn't sure what she meant by that, but it was probably just something she said out of politeness after seeing us get reamed.
This was the first time I'd actually held a real conversation with Mi-ho.
Having her look out for me with that earnest face—even if it was just for show—made me think I should start paying a little more attention to her from now on.
I figured it was time to head back into that shitty company dinner.
"Oppa, you already finished smoking?"
Eun-ha came out of the restaurant.
Hyojin was right beside her—that twin bitch.
"Yeah, time to go back in."
"The mood's fucking awful in there. Have one more and then go in, Oppa."
With an irritated look on her face, that fucking Hyojin actually called me Oppa and turned me around as I tried to head inside.
This unpredictable bitch! One minute she's completely ignoring me, and now it's Oppa?
I stopped in my tracks at her words and gave the bitch a once-over.
Eun-ha and Hyojin were already lighting up.
Both of them were wearing short shorts that left their thighs completely bare, showing off those smooth, sleek legs.
Standing them side by side like that, it was clear Eun-ha was getting thoroughly outclassed no matter how you looked at it.
Eun-ha was plump while Hyojin was slim and slender, so Eun-ha's thick thighs and Hyojin's delicate ones made for a brutal comparison.
On the other hand, Eun-ha's tits were way more prominent—practically trying to punch through her short-sleeve T-shirt—and at a glance they completely dominated Hyojin's.
Hyojin's weren't exactly small, but Eun-ha's were just that superior.
Fuck, these bitches look delicious as hell.
My shitty mood had already been lifted somewhat by Mi-ho's encouragement, and now these young, tight twin bitches were flaunting their sleek legs right in front of me, so of course my cock started getting hard on its own.
I stood next to Eun-ha and quietly lit a cigarette.
"You two close?"
I asked, looking at Eun-ha.
Maybe it was the booze tonight, but even Eun-ha's ordinary face looked really pretty.
"Yes~ Oppa, we're the same age~"
"Ah, I see..."
I'd thought Hyojin was the older one, but apparently not.
"Did you fight with Dambi unnie?"
"No... why?"
Eun-ha threw out a question that seemed to have completely misread the situation.
These were the youngest bitches among the girls, so like me, no one had filled them in—they'd just been left in the dark.
"That call earlier—that was you, Oppa, right?"
That fucking Hyojin looked at me and blew cigarette smoke straight into my face.
You goddamn bitch... cough cough... You're pretty, so I'll let it slide this once, you twin bitch.
She was talking about when I'd called into the girls' waiting room earlier.
Hyojin had been there too, so Dambi hanging up without a word must have looked weird to them.
It was something the usual Dambi would never have done.
"Yeah, it was, but..."
"Aigoo, then you definitely fought! Heehee."
These young bitches were running their mouths without knowing a damn thing.
From the way they were talking, Hyojin must have snitched to Eun-ha about Dambi ignoring and hanging up on the call I'd made while she was with her, and the two of them had cooked up some wild fantasy about it.
If you only saw that scene without knowing the full story before and after, it was easy enough to misunderstand.
"It's not like that. Just some stuff came up."
If I kept talking, who knew what kind of bullshit these goddamn bitches would start spouting. I needed to change the subject fast.
"Did you try what I taught you on a customer?"
This was a much easier topic to talk about.
"Titty-fucking? Yes~ Heehee~"
"Fuck~~ 'Titty-fucking' she says~ Hihahat~"
When it was just the two of us texting, she'd hesitated a bit, but with two pussies together like this, it seemed like nothing was off-limits to their eyes.
Having these delicious-looking bitches casually spouting dirty talk made my cock harden even more.
I had no choice but to squat down.
"Oppa even sent me a pic, and the cum went papapa! All over the girl's face—so much~ Heehee~"
"Ugh~ Fuck~~ I hate that so much~"
I was squatting right next to these bitches, but luckily they didn't seem to care about me at all.
Hyojin was the kind of bitch who'd immediately blacklisted a guy just for cumming in her mouth, so that reaction was pretty much expected.
"But you send pics like that to Eun-ha too?"
"Huh?"
Suddenly the target shifted to me.
Well, sending blatantly explicit pics to a young pussy like that would look pretty weird to anyone else.
"I sent them for work. Work~ She said she didn't have any jimyeong, so I taught her a few things."
"I heard about that, but still~"
It suddenly hit me that at some point Hyojin and I had dropped the formal speech.
Until now I'd never really talked to her properly, and she was such a manners-deficient bitch that even starting a conversation had been hard. But with her crawling out alongside Eun-ha for a shared smoke, this kind of chance had appeared.
She was definitely a manners-less goddamn bitch, but her face was the second-best looker in the shop after Kkotnim—a real ace.
Just being able to talk with a girl of this level was happiness in itself.
The old saying was right—when there's pussy nearby, even in your sleep the juices start dripping.
"You know yourself that it's hard to explain titty-fucking with just words."
This twin bitch already knew everything there was to know, so being direct was probably best.
Her mouth was a rag anyway, and for her age she seemed like she'd played around quite a bit.
"True~ It is hard~ Gathering the~ breasts~ like~ this~~ Hihahat~"
True to form for a twin bitch, even with an unrelated man watching, she gathered her own tits with her hands and made the motion of rubbing a cock between them.
What an incredible twin bitch.
"Too dirty~ Heehee~"
"You still not done with that cigarette? I'm heading in first."
I'd been outside too long.
It was early summer, but it was still dawn and a chilly wind was blowing.
"We'll smoke one more and come, Oppa~"
"Yeah, do that."
As I was about to step back into the restaurant, something felt off.
Had that twin bitch Hyojin just dropped formal speech with me?
I was older than her, so me dropping it was no big deal, but the reverse was different.
The goddamn bitch hadn't asked my age, but she had to be a few years younger... I thought about going out and preaching the dignity of an old man, but I was already drunk, and lecturing at a drinking party like this—with bitches whose mouths were already loose—who knew what kind of rumors would spread.
I'd just have to suck it up and let it slide this time.
I stepped into the floor-seating room, parked my ass back in my original seat, and Jeonghun, as if he'd been waiting, poured soju into my empty glass.
This bastard must have had a rough day too.
He already looked pretty far gone, but it seemed he planned to keep pouring it down.
I knocked back the soju and poured him a glass in return.
I glanced at Dambi—she was still going back and forth about something with Do-yeon.
Keun-hyeongnim was whispering secretly with Nabi again today, probably asking for her pussy once more. I couldn't hear the words, but it was clear some kind of chemistry was flowing between them.
"Pour me one."
Dongpal hyungnim looked at both Jeonghun and me at the same time as he spoke.
I slowly stood and respectfully poured a glass for Dongpal hyungnim.
Dongpal hyungnim knocked the soju glass back in one go.
Then he personally poured soju into Jeonghun's glass and mine.
Jeonghun and I knocked ours back in one shot as well.
It seemed like he might say something, but he immediately turned his head toward Keun-hyeongnim and started talking about something else.
Hyojin and Eun-ha came in; Hyojin sat next to me, and Eun-ha next to her.
They say people are different going into the bathroom and coming out—that fucking twin bitch Hyojin had just dropped formal speech and been running her mouth about titty-fucking, but now she whipped her body around and was chatting with Eun-ha instead.
Even with a full eight pussies in the room, Jeonghun and I filled each other's empty glasses and knocked them back like we were the only two people there, desperately trying to forget this goddamn day.
"Give the kids taxi money and send them off."
"Yes, hyungnim."
When the designated drivers arrived, everyone poured out of the restaurant in a rush, and Keun-hyeongnim got in a car and disappeared.
Looks like Nabi still hadn't given her pussy to Keun-hyeongnim this time either.
Dongpal hyungnim pressed ten thousand won into each girl's hand, then climbed into the back seat with Do-yeon and took off somewhere.
Where they were headed I'd have to leave to the imagination.
Dambi was a little ways off, mixing words with Eun-ha.
Something felt a bit off, but it didn't seem like the kind of atmosphere where I should walk up and talk to them.
I had no choice but to catch a taxi and load myself into the back seat.
"Oedang Station."
Today of all days I'd thought I was going to plant my utility-pole cock deep in Dambi's pussy, but because of that fucking bastard everything had gone to shit.
At the big company dinner I'd been looking forward to so much, I hadn't even managed a single word to Dambi before it all just ended.
Fucking life... Nothing ever goes according to plan.
Wiiiiing~
A vibration buzzed from the phone in my pocket.
Who the hell was texting at this hour?
I opened the phone and checked.
It was Dambi.
"Driver, take me to 218 Park."
I had him turn the car around and head for 218 Park.
This was the first response from Dambi since that total disaster where that fucking pervert had tried to force his way into her pussy.
I hurriedly typed and sent it.
The number 1 disappeared right away.
Dambi was telling me to come to the coin karaoke.
The place where Dambi and I had shared that hot skinship and tested each other's feelings.
The taxi raced and soon arrived at 218 Park.
I got out of the car and, piecing together my memory, found the coin karaoke.
When I stepped inside, some guy who might have been a part-timer or the owner guided me to a room like he'd been waiting.
Dambi must have given him a heads-up in advance.
I followed the bastard until his steps stopped, and through the transparent glass I could just make out the head of some bitch singing inside.
I carefully stepped in.
Dambi was staring at the lyrics on the screen, completely absorbed in the song.
As if to match her gloomy mood, she was singing a sticky love song.
Sensing my presence, Dambi turned her head, looked at me, and patted the sofa.
It meant sit down already.
Without a word I sat right next to Dambi, who was planted in the middle of the sofa, and settled in close.
Dambi's singing continued.
As if telling a bastard like me to just shut my mouth and keep quiet, she'd already queued up four or five more songs.
I quietly savored Dambi's singing.
True to a girl who'd worked the high-end bars, she was showing off top-tier vocal skills.
Last time we'd come here I'd been so focused on whether I could fuck her that the singing hadn't registered at all, but listening with a clear head now, damn—this bitch could really sing.
"Let's go."
I'd been quietly listening when Dambi's voice snapped me back.
"Yeah."
We stepped outside and Dambi pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
"Want one?"
"Yeah."
Dambi took out a single cigarette and put it between my lips.
I pulled out a lighter to light it, but Dambi leaned her head in close.
I almost scorched my face on the cigarette tip.
I quickly realized what she meant and lit mine off her cigarette.
This bitch had learned a few tricks somewhere.
We quietly smoked together without a word, just letting the time pass.
I needed to say something, but it wasn't easy to unzip my mouth.
Either way, I felt like I had to say something to Dambi.
With great difficulty I poured every ounce of strength into unzipping the mouth attached to my face.
"...I'm sorry..."
Even if my fault was only about 10 percent and the bastard who'd tried to force his way into Dambi's pussy owned 90 percent of the blame, I still felt like I'd done something wrong, so I figured I at least had to say this much.
Dambi didn't answer, and before long the cigarettes were nearly burned down.
"..."
"..."
I couldn't think of anything else to say.
Dambi tossed the butt anywhere and walked ahead.
Feeling like a criminal—even though I hadn't really done that much wrong—I had no choice but to trail after Dambi like a little duckling.
We stood on the main road, both of us with our mouths zipped shut, saying nothing.
"...Want one more drink?"
Finally Dambi's mouth opened.
But fuck, where the hell were we supposed to go for another drink at this hour?
Suck one down at a convenience store?
"Yeah, I'm down."
"Mm... then let's go to my place."
"Huh?"
"You don't want to?"
"No... let's go~!!"
"Pfft! Idiot~ Kkik."