Group Chat

Hyojin had dropped the formal speech with me yesterday too, when she stepped out for a quick smoke during the company dinner.

But that had been a place where everyone was eating, drinking, and having a good time — and if you chalked it up to the booze, there was some room for leniency. So I hadn't said a word about it.

What she was doing in the group chat right now, though, was a different story entirely.

I had no idea where the fuck that bitch was or what she was up to, but Eun-ha and I were working our asses off and stone-cold sober.

If I let Hyojin talk down to me, it was obvious the habit would rub off on Eun-ha, who was the same age as her.

Letting a bunch of little bitches younger than me — brats who still had wet behind the ears — talk to me like equals and act like we were ball-buddies was something that could never, ever be allowed to happen.

I figured I should ask their ages just to be sure. For all I knew, they might be a lot older than they looked. Both of them came off as early twenties on the surface, sure — but you never knew.

Fuck me. Trying to text two bitches at the same time was scrambling my brain.

Thankfully Hyojin actually answered instead of just laughing her ass off. Just as I'd expected — fresh little twenty-somethings still green on the vine. So a bitch six years younger than me was talking down to me. Unbelievable.

So what about it? You fucking bitch — I'm six years older than you, you piece of shit.

Calling me oppa was fine — but raise your fucking speech level, you bitch. Wait. Did that girl just swear at me?

Goddamn it. This bitch who wouldn't even show me her pussy was talking shit.

Come to think of it, I still didn't know the daytime manager's name. So it was Hoyeol, apparently. That fucking guy was the type who'd volunteer his name, age, address, and phone number before anyone even asked. So why the hell hadn't he told me?

Jeonghun seemed to be the same age as the daytime manager… which meant she'd already dropped formal speech with a guy two years younger than me. Jeonghun liked girl groups a lot, sure, but I'd never gotten an old-man vibe off him. Maybe it was because he was married.

Just then, the sound of a door opening echoed from the hallway. I got up and checked the CCTV — Dambi was coming out of Room 5T with a customer's arm linked through hers. Fixing the cameras had definitely made the job easier. Unlike the days when I'd been running myself ragged relying on the sound of heels alone, I could at least make out the girls' appearances on the CCTV now. I could see which rooms they went into and came out of, catch their faces as they emerged, glance at the reservation memo and the ledger, and calculate my next move in advance. It had only been a few hours today, but Jeonghun in particular was reaping the benefits.

At this rate, if Dambi ever stuck her hand out and knocked for help the way she had yesterday, I'd be able to catch it instantly, charge into the room, cut down the bastard trying to force his way into her pussy, and bury him up in the hills.

I hurried out into the hallway, loaded the customer who'd just gotten his cock sucked by Dambi into the elevator, hit the button, and sent him on his way.

"Got a reservation after this?"

"In about thirty minutes."

"Got it~"

Dambi stepped one foot out of the hallway entrance toward the counter to answer, then vanished back into the girls' waiting room. Her voice still had some life in it, but her face was wrecked with exhaustion. No shit — six rounds of fucking, and on top of that, how many cocks had she sucked today alone? Dambi had already burned through her whole body with more than ten rounds of sakkasi and fucking combined.

I headed back to the counter, parked my ass in the mesh chair, and quietly picked up my phone.

In the short time I'd stepped away, I'd fallen completely out of the conversation, and the daytime manager — some guy named Hoyeol — had been stabbed all over, drawn and quartered, and dumped up in the hills.

Daytime only ever had two or three girls on at most, and if he was mixing them up and stuffing one into another girl's Jimyeong room, the guy was clearly a bigger rock-brain than even my middle-school dropout ass.

But fuck — looking at the way these girls were talking, they were saying every last thing that should and shouldn't be said. If I screenshot this chat and showed it to the daytime manager, he wouldn't have a word to say even with his cock shoved through his ass.

No. I needed to think about it the other way around.

I already had a track record of sending Eun-ha a paizuri clip complete with a gif of cum painted all over a girl's face. And Eun-ha had gone and told Hyojin every last bit of it — the two of them ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had stewed on it, let their imaginations run wild, and then at the company dinner Hyojin herself had pressed her tits together and mimed a titjob right in front of me.

These twin bitches could just as easily do to me what they were doing to the daytime manager right now — roasting him alive — and serve me up the same way to the other girls, the bosses, Jeonghun, whoever.

So I needed to think carefully.

I already knew they were loose-mouthed little shits. It didn't seem like they'd told the other girls yet, and they were probably just running their mouths for fun because they were friends — but there was always that "what if," so I had to handle them like a time bomb that could go off at any second.

For now, I'd strip out every last trace of boomer energy and old-man stink and play along with these two.

It wasn't like I was going to get dragged around by them — but at the very least, after I'd fucked one of them with my utility-pole cock and thoroughly taught her what real dick tasted like, I'd cock-brainwash her so hard she wouldn't even dare think about talking. That seemed like the best approach for now.

I'd been planning to fuck them anyway, so I'd butter them up and take them the second the chance came.

My thoughts were starting to settle into place. If it meant getting into their pussies, a twin bitch six years younger talking down to me didn't bother me one bit. Of course a joj-jib talks casually to her man.

Just like I'd fucked Dambi today — punch through them about six times and they'd drop to their knees and cling to my cock on their own.

After sorting my head out for a moment, I glanced back at the group chat. Didn't look like there was a place for me in it, so I switched the window over to Dambi. The "1" had disappeared. No reply — but we were stuck together thick enough that we didn't need words to know how the other felt. By now she was probably off in dreamland, happily sucking on my cock. Sleep well, you fucking bitch. I'll wake you up later.

My phone buzzed, and a notification popped up — looked like Hyojin had sent something. I switched back to the twin bitches' group chat.

I figured I should talk as casually as I did with Dambi.

Thankfully, it seemed like they still didn't have a bad impression of me. And surprisingly, they seemed to like that kind of sex banter.

Hmm… if I kept the sex banter going like this and watched for the right moment to steer things into sticky physical conversation, that should do it. Wasn't this my strongest field?

So Hyojin's ex had that kind of taste… the kind that got off on submission, apparently. Looking at that foul attitude of hers, that gorgeous face, and the way she talked — she gave off pure queen-bee energy. Some loser bastard had probably gone crazy for her and begged to be made her slave. Dating a guy like that took a special kind of bitch, though. I couldn't be sure, but still. The fact that she'd rubbed his cock with all-day-worn socks on made it a very high probability he was that type.

Thinking about it carefully, in front of the Big Boss she'd been cowering like a soaked rat. That was the complete opposite of queen-bee energy… well, I'd figure it out gradually.

Time to put what I'd learned from Seong-uk hyungnim to use.

A hyungnim who'd fucked thousands of amateur daettal-bang pussy bitches just like you taught me, you twin bitches.

Why the fuck are you so curious about where I've been, you bitch.

Noble… among the four major daettal-bang, there was one called Jungmyeong-dong Noble. But a broke bastard who only went out to drain the pipes once or twice a month couldn't crack a place like that, so I'd never been. Usually I either went alone to the places that took any riffraff off the street, or tagged along with Seong-uk hyungnim as his plus-one to get into the harder spots. I'd only just managed to crack Mokseong-gu's B&B recently.

Whatever Eun-ha was doing, it felt like only Hyojin and I were left in the group chat, having a cozy little conversation that was deadly serious and extremely important for cracking into a shop.

Hyojin's messages were getting shorter — she was starting to get annoyed. Too much banter only backfired.

Eun-ha was back in the group chat. The second I caught what she was asking, I rattled off every technique I knew — leaving out the handful of basic skills I'd already taught her, of course. Hyojin seemed to be developing a healthy respect for a manager who knew the daettal-bang system this well.

Mixing business with dirty talk like this felt pretty damn solid. Six rounds with Dambi had drained the life out of my utility-pole cock, but running my mouth freely about cocks and pussies at Eun-ha and Hyojin had me swelling up ready to burst all on its own.

I closed the group chat, opened the browser on my phone, and started hunting for sakkasi gifs. Beautiful blowjob clips filled the entire screen. My phone kept buzzing like the twin bitches were texting up a storm, but I ignored it. I downloaded the most arousing clip I could find — one where a girl was deliciously sucking a cock roughly the same size as my utility-pole dick — and sent it to the group chat.

What do you think it is, you fucking bitch. That cock is a carbon copy of the utility-pole dick that's going to punch through your pussy, you piece of shit.

Eun-ha was already putting her full trust in everything I said. If I kept cooking her like this and padded her Jimyeong numbers, I had a feeling good things were coming.

As for that fucking bitch Hyojin — if only to fix that rotten attitude of hers, turning her into a joj-jib the way the Big Boss had put it seemed like the easiest path forward.