Where Did You See Something Like This?

The phone in my pocket buzzed with a vibration.

What the hell?

I pulled it out and saw a KakaoTalk notification. It was from Eun-ha. The preview just said it was a photo, which immediately made me curious.

"Pull over right here in front of the crosswalk~"

I was about to unlock the pattern when Dambi had the taxi stop. That fucking bitch probably hadn't sent anything urgent anyway. I could check it later when I had more free time.

"Cigarette?"

The second she stepped out of the taxi, Dambi pulled one out, stuck it between her lips, and offered me one.

"Yeah."

I clamped that bitch's cigarette between my teeth, and she lit mine first. A few rounds of fucking and the treatment had already changed a lot.

Being right on the main downtown street, every passing bastard and bitch shot Dambi a quick once-over. Like they'd never seen a cunt smoking before, those pieces of shit. But my Dambi didn't give a single fuck about their stares. Exactly the kind of fucking bitch who'd latched onto me.

We shared a smoke and I flicked the butt onto the ground any which way. Dambi just stood there.

"Not going in?"

"You go first~"

What the hell kind of bullshit was this?

"Huh?"

"Just because~"

Just because what? Was walking in together somehow weird? No matter how I turned it over, that was the only reason I could land on... even though we could've just "coincidentally" run into each other near the shop and headed in together.

Come to think of it, if nothing had happened between me and Dambi, linking arms or holding hands on the way in wouldn't have mattered one bit. But we'd already fucked six times over three and a half hours and shared that sticky bond. In short, we had something to feel guilty about.

Just the cunts working the same shifts as Dambi—eight night-shift girls not counting her—if word got out that ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠she was in that kind of relationship with the manager on duty, the gossip would spread and make things messy. Eun-ha that fucking bitch had already spilled our secret chats straight to Hyojin and the two of them had laughed their asses off about it. They'd even asked if we were fighting after watching Dambi ignore and hang up on my calls.

Those dog-like bitches might not know every detail of me and Dambi, but they'd already sniffed out that we were close and trading feelings. They could still write it off as just friends, but any slightly suspicious move—showing up to work together, skinship, private conversations—and they'd start thinking differently. Worst case, the whole neighborhood would be buzzing that the manager at Eden was fucking one of the girls. That would make Dambi, who'd only been at Eden a short while, extremely uncomfortable. She'd get pointed at as the bitch who'd fucked the manager.

And me? I didn't know for sure, but the bastard with the knife scar on his neck was a gangster no matter who looked at him. Dongpal was clearly that knife-scarred bastard's underling. From the way those two had been acting, Keun-hyeongnim seemed to have either already fucked Nabi or was pouring serious effort into it, while Dongpal hyungnim ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was doing the same with Do-yeon. But those two hyungnims were the heads of the shop. I was just the junior manager.

The bosses might get a free pass for fucking the shop girls, but whether that applied to a junior manager like me was something I wouldn't know until it blew up in my face. High chance I'd end up exactly like that bastard yesterday who'd tried to force open Dambi's pussy, gotten grabbed by the neck by Keun-hyeongnim, and dragged out—same fate, or get my balls completely drained, beaten to a bloody pulp, and fired. Of course, maybe I wouldn't get hit and would even get praised the way he'd joked about making Hyojin into a joj-jib being convenient, but the risk was way too high for a gamble like that.

Hyojin was a fucking bitch with shitty attendance, which was why Keun-hyeongnim had cracked the joj-jib joke. Dambi was the diligent type who even showed up on her period. On top of that, she'd only been at Eden about three weeks. She hadn't even gotten her first paycheck yet. If word reached Keun-hyeongnim that some punk like me had already laid hands on a shop girl and fucked her, the impression would turn ugly fast. For the time being, for both my sake and Dambi's, it was better to avoid any behavior that might make the hyungnims, Jeonghun, or the girls suspect something between us.

"Alright, you go in first. I'll smoke one more and come up."

I squatted down like I was planting a stake, pulled out another cigarette, stuck it in my mouth, and quietly lit it.

"Okay, take your time then~"

"Yeah~ See you in a bit~"

There's a saying: ladies first. Now that I'd figured out what my fucked cunt was thinking, there was no way I was leaving my joj-jib outside and walking in ahead of her.

I smoked while watching Dambi's back. That fucking bitch had the balls to share a cigarette right on a downtown main street with dozens of people streaming past every second, completely ignoring every stare—yet she couldn't just boldly kiss me, ride the elevator up together, and announce that she'd fucked this bastard for three and a half hours and planned to keep fucking until her pussy tore? I didn't get it. Then again, random street trash were complete strangers; workplace seniors and juniors were a different story.

After finishing the cigarette I waited about five minutes, then slowly stood and started walking. The big Eonyang bulgogi restaurant sign came into view. I passed through the first-floor lobby and stood in front of the elevator. I hit the button, waited a moment, the doors opened, and I slipped inside fast. I connected the two exposed wires on the third-floor button just once. The elevator started moving, and about five seconds later the doors opened.

"Good evening, hyungnim~!"

"Oh, you haven't left yet?"

The daytime manager bastard greeted me cheerfully. I headed for the counter and saw Dongpal hyungnim sprawled in the counter chair like he owned it, smoking. Jeonghun stood next to him with his hands behind his back.

"Good evening, hyungnim."

"Yeah. Eat yet?"

"I did, hyungnim."

After that the conversation died and silence settled over the counter. These fucking bastards were always like this. From the looks of it, Keun-hyeongnim still hadn't shown up. That counter seat belonged to Keun-hyeongnim, then Dongpal hyungnim, then Jeonghun, and finally me last. Dongpal hyungnim sitting there meant Keun-hyeongnim hadn't come in yet.

I turned my head and checked the ledger. Probably the hangover from last night's Friday fuck-fest—only a few names written down. Pureum... Kkotnim... Mi-ho... Eun-ha... Dambi... The clock said 7:50. That meant the shift lineup would probably lock in like this. Hyojin that fucking bitch hadn't shown again today. Yesterday she'd almost gotten her cunt skipped until Jeonghun blew up her phone with dozens of calls and messages and she'd finally dragged herself in after midnight.

Come to think of it, Eun-ha had sent that message while I was in the taxi. Only one Jimyeong reservation so far—Kkotnim alone at eight. Still plenty of free time. That fucking bitch really was something else. Since I had room, I should check the message.

I unlocked the pattern and opened the chat. Sure enough, she'd sent a photo. Wonder what the fuck it was.

What the hell is this now?

The photo Eun-ha had sent showed some cock bastard with both legs spread wide, hips and ass lifted, dick sticking straight out, while what looked like a cunt's legs had toes wrapped around the shaft of his cock.

I never taught her this. That fucking bitch is crossing the line.

Sure, I'd sent her a paizuri gif in the heat of the moment, but that had been half education. I'd already explained how to wreck a customer's front and back with her mouth, plant her ass on his face, press her pussy against him, and milk Jimyeong requests out of reverse oral. Basic training and tit-fucking lessons—and she'd already mastered those and gone hunting for other techniques on her own? The photo she'd sent was literally a footjob, toes caressing a cock.

As far as I knew, the only Daettal-bang cunt who pulled that kind of skill was Yuri, the legendary handjob parlor skill master who'd ground it out at B&B for ten years. And even that was just floating rumor—I'd never received it myself. Even Kkotnim, who always booked solid Jimyeong, had never been said to use a technique like this.

Where the hell did you see something like this?

I fired off a reply. I had no idea what path she'd taken to see this and send it to me, but skills had an order of mastery. High-difficulty pervert techniques like that only came after you'd locked down the basics. A cock-sucking bitch who'd just peeled off her beginner sticker trying to pull off an ultra-advanced finisher made no sense.

Then again... was this even ultra-advanced? It was just wrapping a cock with toes and rubbing. From Eun-ha's clueless perspective it probably looked dead simple. I was only thinking that now myself. If she could offer this service to customers it would definitely work as its own kind of charm.

"I fixed the CCTV, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠so pay some attention to it."

Dongpal hyungnim broke the silence hanging over the counter, unzipping the mouth attached to his face.

"Yes, hyungnim."

I turned my head and checked the CCTV. Sure enough, just like he'd said, the four cameras in the left corner were covering the hallway. Rooms 2, 3, 5, and 6 sat on either side of the straight corridor, with two cameras front and back making the guest room doors clearly visible. One camera covered the right-hand bend past room 3, watching rooms 7 and 8 with the bathtubs. The last one pointed from the counter into the hallway toward the right, covering the path to room 1 and the girls' waiting room.

Fuck. Can't grab Dambi's ass anymore.

Looking at the angles of the fixed cameras, there were no blind spots in the hallway at least, so groping Dambi's body or any skinship there was impossible. If I was going to fuck a girl inside the shop, do skinship, or get a sakkasi, I'd have to go all the way to the door of the girls' waiting room where the cameras didn't reach. The only other decent spot was the bathroom next to the counter. Important reference for my future fucking life with Dambi and for when I went after other girls.

"Jeonghun."

"Yes, hyungnim."

"Download some music. Recent stuff."

"Yes, hyungnim."

Dongpal hyungnim told Jeonghun to grab the latest tracks. Come to think of it, when I'd gone water-pulling at other shops I'd always heard music, but since coming to Eden I couldn't remember hearing any.

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No, wait, I could hear it. Very faint, some quiet, elegant classic that sounded like it was from the '80s. The volume was so low I hadn't even realized it was playing this whole time. Without thinking I glanced at Jeonghun's face and caught him grinning so wide his mouth looked ready to split. First time I'd ever seen that bastard smile that bright since starting at Eden. Why did I have a bad feeling about this?

Kkotnim's eight o'clock Jimyeong customer arrived; I threw him into a room and called the girls' waiting room. The daytime manager bowed a sharp ninety degrees and left for his late clock-out. Today the reservations looked like they might explode later—still quiet for now.

I'd been doing something important just a minute ago, but I couldn't remember what. Because that fucking Dongpal bastard had only sorted out CCTV and music that did jack shit for fucking cunts. Now it came back. I'd been deep in thought about the photo Eun-ha had sent. Thinking about the technique of rubbing a cock with toes. As far as I knew, almost no Daettal-bang cunt used a skill like that. I could just tell Eun-ha to try it, but I couldn't go around pointing fingers and playing the old fogey about a technique I barely understood myself. Still no reply from her.

"I'm going to the bathroom for a bit, hyungnim."

Dongpal hyungnim gave a ten-degree nod, zipped his mouth shut, and stayed glued to internet poker just like Keun-hyeongnim. I slipped into the bathroom, entered a stall, closed the door, and dialed.

Calling Seong-uk hyungnim had been the right move after all.

Never fails to meet expectations.

Exactly the kind of bastard who water-pulls all over the eight provinces of the country.

I hung up and crawled back out to the counter. After hearing Seong-uk hyungnim, just telling Eun-ha to go for it would have been dangerous. A guy sticking his cock out in that humiliating pose while a cunt rubs it with her toes—even if he's hard as hell, if it doesn't match the customer's taste it could still trigger disgust. Just like hyungnim said, the smartest move was to have ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her test the waters only on Jimyeong clients who looked easy.

But where the fuck had this dog-like bitch learned something like this and sent me a footjob photo? The more I thought about it the more it pissed me off. She better not be trying to make me strike that pose so she can stare at my cock and rub it like she's the one in charge. I needed to shut that down before she opened her eyes to weird shit. If anyone's doing the rubbing, I'm rubbing my toes on her cunt. Never the other way around, you fucking bitch.