Gonna Die Pounding Your Pussy

I scanned my reflection in the full-length mirror.

Even I had to admit the tits still held up. And they weren't surgical, either — pure God-given goods.

I turned around and checked the mirror again. That moon-round, massive ass looked damn fine even to me. Two hundred squats a day, every day, just to keep that line sharp.

I bent forward a little and looked again.

Is this a bit much?

What the hell am I even thinking right now.

My face burned hot. I straightened up, turned back around, and faced the mirror one more time.

This should be enough, right? He told me to dress sexy...

I stepped closer to the glass and twisted my face this way and that under the light.

Ugh... I don't like it. Should I start over?

I checked the clock. Only thirty minutes left till we were supposed to meet.

This'll have to do.

I opened my handbag and checked that nothing was missing.

Ah!

Almost forgot. I pulled open the nightstand drawer and took something out.

Better bring these just in case.

Foreign-brand condoms — the ones an older sister I'd gotten close with back when I worked at the bar had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hooked me up with. A little while ago I'd gone over to her place, and after a few drinks I'd somehow ended up talking about that bastard, about how we'd already done it six times. She'd nearly fallen out of her chair, told me to be careful, and shoved them into my hand.

I started to drop one condom into the bag, then tore a ten-pack in half and stuffed five inside instead.

I'm a crazy bitch too, huh. Why the hell am I packing five.

I almost put them back in the drawer, then shut it as-is and kept the five. Everything was ready. Time to go before that bastard started waiting.

I headed for the front door, started to slip on my heels — then turned right back around toward the full-length mirror.

He'll understand if I'm a little late. Just wait a bit.

I sprawled out on the bench, kicked my legs wide, and quietly lit a cigarette. Checked my phone — 3:55.

Ah, fucking bitch, when the hell is she getting here. Been spinning my wheels for thirty minutes already.

Truth was I'd crawled out at three, wandered Mokseong-mot for two full loops until my legs felt ready to snap, and only then parked my ass on this bench. A No Smoking sign hung on the streetlamp right in front of me, and every random asshole strolling by shot me dirty looks.

What the fuck are you mutts gonna do about it.

Hock — ptui. I spat a wad of phlegm onto the ground.

Ah, this world is pure shit. Fucking hell. Getting laid one goddamn time is this much work. That dog of a bitch said four o'clock like she understood — she should've dragged her ass out by three-thirty, fucking cunt.

Today I'd set an alarm for noon, gotten up, taken the bus to the outlet, bought a brand-new pair of pants and a T-shirt, then stopped by a thousand-won shop for a cheap five-thousand-won bottle of cologne I never wore, doused my whole body in the shit, and come out here putting on airs.

I'd blown off Seong-uk hyung when he wanted to hit a room, and I'd only glanced at the group chat with Eun-ha and Hyo-jin without reading a single message. All of it so I could focus on Dambi and nothing else.

I'd even mapped the whole route online beforehand. All she had to do was show up — and the dog of a bitch wouldn't come. Maybe I needed to ream that twin-tailed cunt's asshole open before she'd get her head straight.

Four o'clock on the dot came and went. No Dambi.

Fine, you fucking bitch. Even if I catch a cold out here tonight, I'm camping this bench. Let's see if you show or not, you whore.

I flicked the cigarette onto the ground any which way and stretched out on the bench. Between getting up way too early and the pure exhaustion of it all, sleep dragged me under into the dark.

"Hey~ hey~ get up~"

Some bastard shook me so hard I nearly rolled off the bench.

"Ah, fuck, who is it?"

I lifted my head and squinted — and there was Dambi's face. Instantly my brain snapped back online, and my dick swelled so hard it felt ready to burst.

There she was, the fucking bitch, in a black sheer mesh top that left parts of her tits and both shoulders completely exposed, paired with a matching black micro-miniskirt. Today's panties were pink. I could see them clear as day.

"A little late, huh?"

The second I saw her all dressed up, every last scrap of my foul mood went flying off into the sky.

"Nah, I just got here myself... But isn't that skirt way too short?"

"Just got here? It's four-thirty. If you'd come early I would've been the one left hanging~"

"Whatever time it is, the point is we met, right? Shall we?"

I stood up, fell in beside her, and draped an arm over her shoulder.

"Shouldn't you do something about that first?"

"Huh?"

The tip of Dambi's finger pointed straight at the tent bulging out the front of my pants.

"Ah... wanna sit for one minute first?"

"Yeah, we'd better. Heh heh~"

Still resting my hand on her shoulder, I dropped back onto the bench and sprawled out again.

"You look pretty today."

"I put in a little effort~"

"You haven't eaten, right? It's a bit early, but... wanna grab food first?"

"Yeah, I'm hungry too~"

Fucking bitch should've dressed halfway decent. Her panties are just sitting there on display and my dick won't go down.

I poured every ounce of willpower I had into dispersing the blood pooled in my cock and finally managed to get it under control.

"Ready to go?"

"Mm~"

We walked side by side over to a restaurant right next to Mokseong-mot.

"We're going here?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, you got money?"

"Shut up and just come."

I stepped inside with Dambi. The interior was done up to look like a proper restaurant, flashy enough to make your eyes swim. Some dickhead who looked like a busboy scurried over, asked how many, got his answer, and led us to a table.

It was a lobster specialty place. Not that it was expensive by broke-ass standards — a solid value joint that punched above its weight. Thirty thousand won a head... sixty thousand, plus a cheap bottle of wine for twenty... eighty thousand would cover it.

Compared to a few nights ago at the Bak-ji-rang gopchang place, where Eun-ha and Hyo-jin had shoveled tripe into their faces like they were pouring it down a chute and burned through a hundred sixty thousand, this was half the damage. Besides, Dambi had come out specifically to hand over her pussy. Those twin bitches had just been trying to bleed a broke bastard dry.

I ordered exactly what I'd memorized beforehand, and Dambi gave me a look like she was mildly impressed.

"You said you prepared, but I didn't think you'd bring me somewhere like this. Color me surprised~"

"I can't come every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠day, but I'm meeting you. Gotta do at least this much."

"Ooh~"

"Just relax and enjoy yourself today. Next to me."

"Look at you putting on airs~ Heh."

She wasn't wrong. Twenty fixed for rent, utilities maybe another twenty thousand, phone bill thirty thousand... a few days ago those twin bitches had sucked a hundred sixty thousand out of me, seventy thousand more when I checked out Hyo-jin's room, twenty thousand on snacks and soju from the convenience store, eighty thousand today on pants and a shirt the second I woke up... I'd already blown through half my paycheck.

Figure another two hundred thousand today and I'd be scraping by on roughly four hundred thousand for the next three weeks. Still — what the hell is life for. Tomorrow's dick problems could wait till tomorrow.

Dambi and I bullshitted about nothing until the lobster and wine arrived, and I picked up my knife.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"My name? It's Dambi."

"No, not the stage name. Your real name..."

"Wow, asking already."

Dambi stared at me with a knife in her hand and an expression that said she couldn't believe this shit.

Fucking bitch is scary, goddamn her.

"It's Yeong-eun. Lee Yeong-eun."

"Pretty name."

"Why are you even asking?"

"Just wanted to know..."

Dambi made a strange face, then turned her eyes back to the lobster and started eating.

Yeong-eun, huh... It's pretty, but at work and everywhere else — except when it's just the two of us — I should stick with Dambi.

"Yeong-eun, what are your hobbies?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just asking."

"Oh my god~ First time I've ever seen a guy do this after we've already slept together. Isn't the order a little backwards?"

"Just eat."

Fair enough. I was the type to fuck first and figure out dating later, while normal dicks and pussies did the whole crush-confession-dating marathon before they ever got horizontal. By regular standards, yeah, it was backwards. But the fucking bitch could've volunteered the info herself.

After we'd demolished the lobster and wine, we stepped back outside. Even so, a broke bastard dropping real money to treat her like this kept her talking, and the vibe wasn't bad at all.

"Where to next?"

"There."

My fingertip pointed at a two-story outdoor terrace café sitting right on the edge of Mokseong-mot. I'd scoped it online too — when you sat there with coffee, the whole lake spread out in one view. Great scenery, perfect date spot for warming up a pussy. I'd marked it in advance.

"Hey, I'll get this one."

"I've got money."

"I already know you don't. Just shut up and let me buy, and sit there."

"The way you talk, I swear~"

Arm in arm with Dambi, we walked over to the terrace café and claimed a table with a killer view. A minute later she came back with the receipt and the buzzer — she'd ordered and paid for everything herself — and sat across from me.

"Work not too rough?"

"It is rough~ Can't you tell? Always telling me to go straight in."

"That's just weekends. On weekdays or when it's slow I cut you loose so you can rest."

"Is that so~? Then why does it always feel like I'm going straight in?"

"Because you're diligent."

The buzzer she'd brought went off, and the twin-tailed bitch got up and came back with the order. I'd thought she was just buying coffee — instead the tray was loaded with slice cake, bread, cookies, the works.

"Hey, isn't this a little much? I was gonna hit a beer place after this."

"I like dessert~ Just so you know."

"Ah~ So you like this stuff, meaning I should just buy it for you from now on?"

"Yep~"

Dog of a bitch. So this is the sample pack, huh.

I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of the desserts on the tray.

"What are you doing?"

"Gotta know what to buy, right~"

"Heh~ You're a real freak, you know that."

And so a quiet Monday early evening unfolded — dinner with Dambi, then sprawled out on the outdoor terrace café, killing easy time. To anyone watching, we looked like a pair of heat-struck animals glued together, trading affection. The atmosphere was downright cozy.

"This is nice, though~"

Dambi wore the most peaceful expression in the world as she drank in the view.

"Let's come again."

"...Yeah."

I locked eyes with her and we traded a charged look. Then the phone in my pocket buzzed and shattered the mood.

"It's been vibrating for a while. You sure you don't need to check?"

"Nah, don't worry about it."

I eased the phone out just enough to light the screen. Those two fucking bitches were still going on about something, the vibrations rolling in nonstop.

Fucking cunts. I'm building a whole atmosphere over here and they're blowing it to hell. Can't even put it on silent with these dog bitches around.

No choice. I unlocked the pattern, dove into the twin bitches' group chat, typed Shut up, hit send, flipped it to silent, and shoved the phone back in my pocket.

Nothing left now to get between me and Dambi.

"Shall we?"

"Mm~"

We left the terrace café and headed for the beer place I'd marked in advance. But with Dambi dressed the way she was, the filthy stares from every passing dick hit me nonstop. Still — Dambi had decided to hand her pussy over to me today. Scum like them could go fuck their own mothers.

About ten minutes of walking, cutting through a gauntlet of heat-struck dickheads' eyes, and we reached the beer hall. We stepped inside together like a proper couple. Even for early evening the place was packed wall to wall. Luckily one table sat open dead center in the absolute worst spot, and we claimed it.

Just a cheap beer joint built around a few-thousand-won snack menu — but it had a reputation as a real taste spot, and it felt right for bringing Dambi. I ordered what I'd already looked up, and a minute later the table was set.

"You dressed way too slutty, you know that."

"Did I?"

"People keep staring."

I'd felt it from the second I met her today — that skirt was so short that if she bent even a little, you could see exactly what color panties she had on. Every single dick that walked past gave her a full once-over. And inside the restaurant, stuck at this dead-center shit table with nowhere to hide her lower half, the bastards at the next table kept sneaking glances.

"Let 'em look~ What are they gonna do about it."

"True. If they try anything, I'll stop them."

"Bullshit~ You're the one who made me dress like this."

"So you knew and still came out like that? Hmm~?"

"Heh. Just take the glass."

Dambi picked up the soju and poured into my empty glass, then handed it over. I knocked it back in one shot and filled the empty glass in front of her.

"How was today? Nothing special, but..."

"It was nice~ The café was really great."

"And the lobster?"

"Heh. That was delicious too."

Dambi lifted her soju glass, dumped it down her throat, and poured into the empty one in front of me.

"You haven't been at the shop that long either, right?"

"Mm~ About two weeks before you came in?"

"So we're basically hire-mates."

"Hire-mates, he says. Heh. Don't you mean mouth-mates?"

Dambi opened her mouth wide, stuck her tongue straight out, and mimed catching a load of cum.

"Hey, there are a lot of people right now."

"So what~ Isn't that why you dragged me out here in the first place?"

"You know it."

"How many times are we doing it today?"

I lifted the soju she'd poured, dumped it down, and filled her glass.

"Does the number matter?"

"No~ It's just that you go way too many times... It hurt so bad last time it was raw."

"Your pussy?"

"Yeah."

A dickhead at the next table must have overheard — his eyes went huge and he stared over with pure envy written all over his face. Dambi lifted her soju, knocked it back, and filled the empty glass in front of me.

"Was it bad?"

"No, not like that."

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Looking around, you're the prettiest girl in here."

"Ha~ In here?"

"Yeah."

"Feels like there's a knife hidden in that compliment~?"

"Who knows~"

Honestly, wandering Mokseong-mot, at the restaurant, at the café — there had been a few twin-level bitches who could go toe-to-toe with Dambi. Not enough to outshine her, but still.

"What about at the shop?"

"The shop?"

"Yeah. Among the girls."

"That's a little awkward..."

"What? You little shit."

"No, I mean honestly it's kind of weird. You don't even need me to say who~"

"Kkotnim?"

"Yeah."

"Ha~ Well, fair enough!"

"Besides Kkotnim, you're the prettiest."

"Pfft~ I'm good, thanks."

Maybe I should've just lied and said she was the prettiest. But she clearly already knows — saying it might've blown the whole night.

Dambi and I kept tipping soju glasses, and I could feel the final destination drawing closer.

"What time is it?"

She asked, so I pulled out my phone and checked. Eleven-thirty.

"Eleven-thirty."

"Pretty late."

"On a work night this is peak time, right?"

"True enough."

Dambi twisted her upper body hard like she was exhausted, stretched, and yawned. Those watermelon tits locked dead-center into my eyeballs.

"Yeong-eun."

"Yeah?"

"Tonight... wanna stay together?"

We both already knew damn well where this night was ending. But what I was asking now meant spending the whole night — not just one round, but grinding until the root of my dick came off and her pussy caught fire, stuck together till dawn.

"Hmph... How hard are you planning to wreck me?"

"Just gonna die pounding your pussy."

"...Pfft— kikikikik~~ hahahaha~~"

Every table around us whipped around at the sound of Dambi's laugh.

Ah, fucking bitch, this is so goddamn embarrassing.

In the same instant my dick ballooned like it was about to explode, and a jolt of pure electricity cracked through my skull. I looked down — Dambi had stretched her foot out under the table and was rubbing my cock between my legs.

At her sudden move, every bastard and bitch who'd been staring at the fucking lunatic sat there slack-jawed, eyes blown wide in pure shock.

"Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Horny?"

"Yeah. If you're down we can just do it right here."

My dick was already straining so hard it looked ready to punch through my pants, and Dambi's foot kept working that telephone-pole cock.

"I'm horny too right now~ Heh."

"No shit. The crazy animals next to us are putting on a show and everyone's looking at us weird."

"Should we just do it here for real?"

"You're insane... Let's go."

"Heeheehee~"

Dambi pulled her foot back from my dick and stood up. I stood too, still nowhere ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠near soft, dug money out of my pocket in the most undignified way possible, paid, and walked out.

A crazy bitch with her panties on full display and a bastard with a dick hard enough to punch a hole through his pants — to anyone watching, we looked exactly like a pair of heat-struck lunatics in heat. But Dambi and I didn't give a single shit. We stepped out of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the beer hall, linked arms, squared our shoulders, and walked straight toward the motel strip like we owned the night.