Live Here, If You're Okay With It
“Pureum, you can head into Room 2 in ten minutes.”
I glanced into the girls’ waiting room and found Pureum sitting cross-legged with a cigarette clamped between her lips, quietly lighting up.
“Okay~”
I perched on the threshold, pulled out a cigarette of my own, and lit it.
“Something wrong?”
“No, oppa… I’m just a little tired.”
Hmm… so that was why she’d adjusted her hours to end at two in the morning.
“Work’s pretty rough, huh?”
“I’m fine… You and everyone else have been helping me a lot…”
Truth was, handjob parlors were infamous for being some of the most fucking brutal labor in the whole entertainment industry. The upside was you could make money without booze or full sex, but still.
Didn’t seem like talking would get me anywhere, so I stood up.
“Ah… are you leaving, oppa?”
“Yeah… You’re tired, and having me around would just make it more awkward. Rest easy.”
“I…”
Pureum trailed off, like she was about to say something and then thought better of it.
I sat back down cross-legged on the threshold.
“It’s fine, just tell me… You look especially rough today.”
“Would it be okay if I rested a bit after this next customer…?”
Her face looked desperate.
She’d already come in late, finished one session, and was about to go into her second—and now she wanted a break?
“Sure, rest up… You look exhausted anyway. Get some real sleep… When you wake up, just call the counter.”
“Okay… Sorry, oppa.”
“If you’re really struggling, I can swap this next customer to another girl.”
“Ah, no… I’ll take him. Thank you, oppa.”
“Alright. You’ve still got a few minutes, so lie down for a bit.”
“Okay~ Thank you, oppa~”
Pureum smiled brightly, stubbed out her cigarette, sprawled out flat, and pulled a knee blanket up over her thighs.
This fucking bitch. After I went out of my way to be considerate, the least she could do was flash some panties. Covering all the way up to her thighs was just too much, wasn’t it?
Probably because she was wearing a short dress that left her thighs completely bare—she seemed embarrassed.
I put out my cigarette, got up, and headed for the counter.
When I told Jeonghun, he said he’d already been stressing about how to pad the numbers with six girls out on a weekday, so this worked out perfectly. He grinned.
I quietly settled into the mesh chair, legs crossed.
Then some unfamiliar music started tickling my ears.
No matter how long I listened, it just kept spitting out the same dogshit songs…
“You’ve got a ton of tracks loaded up, huh… Keep hearing ones I’ve never heard before…”
“Is that so, hyung-nim? I didn’t download that many.”
Don’t go by your standards, you fucker.
Normal people just loop the top 100, you bastard. How many did you dump in there that it still feels like it hasn’t even gone around once?
I’d have to check later.
A little while later I stood up to call Pureum in, but the sound of heels came from the waiting room beyond the counter wall.
The way she timed her own exit without needing a call—her professional consciousness was on a level that could go toe-to-toe with Dambi.
I stopped mid-motion and sat back down in the mesh chair.
Soon Pureum’s figure appeared on the CCTV. She knocked on Room 2 and went in to suck dick.
Something about that fucking bitch kept nagging at me.
At two o’clock Pureum came crawling out to the counter in her street clothes, ready to clock out.
This girl always wore the same kind of one-piece women’s suit set as her everyday clothes.
“Good work. Think you can come in tomorrow?”
Jeonghun handed her the money as he asked.
Normally he’d push her to show up for sure, but even he must have thought her face looked rough—he’d changed the line.
Pureum had come in late and slept about an hour in the middle, but she’d still knocked out three more at the end and hit a solid five sessions.
“Yes~ I’ll come in~ Thank you~”
“You worked hard, Pureum.”
“Yes~ You too, oppa~ I’m heading out~”
Pureum smiled brightly, waved goodbye, and disappeared into the elevator.
“Pureum’s been looking really tired lately.”
“Yes, hyung-nim… I heard she has some day job. Working till dawn after that has got to be rough.”
“Ah, so she’s double-jobbing?”
“Yes, hyung-nim. Must have a lot of places to spend money.”
“Yeah…”
Hearing Jeonghun’s words, it finally made sense why she’d looked so wiped and her face had been so bad lately.
She was grinding all day, then working nights, then heading straight to her regular job a few hours later.
Adjusting her clock-out time was only natural, then.
A girl who’d originally worked eight-to-four had switched to ending at two—probably after hanging on until she was one step from completely burning out. Didn’t want to die, so she carved out a little sleep time.
But even finishing at two, by the time she got home, washed up, and all that, she’d be lucky to get three or four hours…
Well, she wasn’t my joj-jib. No point digging too deep.
“Yes, hyung-nim… Six girls… forty-one sessions… nineteen Jimyeong… total one million twenty thousand won… Yes… Yes… Have a good night, hyung-nim.”
Jeonghun bowed ninety degrees into empty air, hung up the shop phone, then pulled two ten-thousand-won bills from the cash stack, pocketed one, and handed the other to me.
I glanced at the ledger. Kkotnim had filled all ten of hers with full Jimyeong. Mi-ho had seven with one Jimyeong, Eun-ha seven with three Jimyeong, Do-yeon six with one, Dambi six with two, and Pureum—who’d left early—five with two.
The usual numbers from the usual bitches, but Eun-ha’s three Jimyeong jumped straight out at me.
I unlocked my phone and sent a message to the group chat with Eun-ha and Hyojin.
The “2” disappeared almost immediately and Eun-ha’s reply came in.
That fucking Hyojin bitch was probably off getting railed by some dick somewhere—she didn’t even check.
But this fucking bitch was giving me one-word answers like she was trying to make me feel awkward.
My phone buzzed again—message from Eun-ha, but it wasn’t showing in the group chat.
This bitch had switched to a private message.
I switched windows.
I almost typed “your pussy,” but that felt like too much. Held back.
No point salting a pussy that was already as good as mine.
It used to be cute already, but somehow it looked even cuter now.
This fucking bitch. She could’ve just said it in the group chat—why make it complicated?
I already had a fuck session booked with Dambi after work, so if this wasn’t a girl who was going to put out tonight, it was better to cut the dick-teasing here.
Soon the pussies who’d finished prepping to leave started crawling out one by one. Dambi shot me a sultry look, practically begging me to hurry up and ram my utility-pole cock into her cunt, then vanished.
“Good work, hyung-nim.”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow. Good work.”
Jeonghun stashed today’s earnings in the fire hydrant box. We rode the elevator down together, smoked a few puffs, then split off to our own business.
When I hit the main street I flicked the cigarette butt wherever and grabbed a taxi toward Dambi’s place, firing off a text on the way.
She’d even made me buy ointment because her pussy was raw, yet she still couldn’t forget the taste of this utility-pole cock enough to put up with the pain.
I gripped my already twitching dick, arrived in the residential area near Dambi’s place, grabbed a bottle of soju from a convenience store on the way, and picked up the pace.
I passed the main entrance, punched in the door-lock code, heard the lock click open, and stepped inside.
Fuck, what a feeling.
This was the moment it really sank in—I’d officially made myself a joj-jib, a pussy I could fuck anytime, anywhere.
“You’re here already~?”
“Yeah, thought about your pussy the whole way and got hard as hell… So I ran the second I got out of the taxi. Heh.”
The fucking bitch pointed toward the room with the bed.
“We’ve got time. Let’s knock back a drink first~ Set up the table, heh.”
“Okay~”
I set the soju bag by the kitchen sink, stripped off my T-shirt and pants, and tossed them on the sofa.
I was down to just my underwear, but Dambi didn’t care at all—she just eyed my crotch and licked her lips.
She scooped up the clothes I’d discarded, disappeared into the bedroom, hung them up, and came back empty-handed.
“You fucking bitch could get married already, heh.”
“Not to you, you bastard. Heh.”
I set up the table. Dambi reheated leftover kimchi stew from the fridge and set it down.
“But isn’t that outfit a little too fucking sexy? You always just wear sweats…”
Fair point—instead of the dolphin shorts or sweatpants I’d seen every other time I came over, she was wearing a slip so sheer you could see right through it.
No bra, either. Her pink nipples poked out, scrambling my vision and pumping blood straight into my cock.
Dambi grinned, lifted the hem of the slip just a little, and her thickly furred pussy slammed dead-center into my eyes.
“Ah… you bitch, didn’t you say your pussy was raw?”
Dambi sat cross-legged across from me and quietly poured soju into my glass.
“It’s all better.”
No way a pussy healed in a single day, but the bitch answered in a firm voice.
I downed the glass she’d poured in one shot and scooped up some kimchi stew with a spoon.
“This is good. You make this too?”
“Yeah. Edible, right?”
I poured a glass for her. She knocked it back in one go, then looked at me with that sultry gaze.
“Yeah… First time I came to your place and ate home cooking, it’d been forever… Real home-cooked taste.”
“Want some rice too?”
She didn’t even wait for my answer—just got up, rummaged around the kitchen-living area, scooped rice into a small bowl, and set it on the table.
Then she sat cross-legged across from me again and poured more soju into my glass.
“You live alone?”
“Yeah… Been a while.”
“A guy like you wouldn’t eat properly. Explains why you always just order at the shop.”
“Well, isn’t that everyone?”
“Then… live here. If you’re okay with it.”
It had come up at the motel too, but I’d written it off as a joke. Right now Dambi was saying it with real sincerity.
She was talking about living together…
Honestly, I’d always fantasized about exactly this in my head, but now that it was actually on the table, the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth that easily.
“So you can ride my cock every day?”
“You’re gonna eat my pussy every day too, heh.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You bastard… I thought you’d say okay right away. Playing it cool, huh? Heh.”
So the fucking bitch had been serious back then too.
I slammed another shot of soju and poured into her glass.
“Playing it cool for a whole day is still only a day, you bitch. Heh.”
“Now that you say it… When I’m with you, everything feels like it’s been going on forever…”
“True. We do it multiple times every time we meet. Anyone watching would call us a pair of crazy fuckers.”
Dambi downed her soju and refilled my empty glass.
“Fuck, already finished the bottle.”
“Heh. Drink that glass and we go straight to bed, baby~”
The bitch put on a babyish voice, shaking her shoulders and cooing at me.
“Ah, you fucking bitch, that’s disgusting! Save some for later.”
“Euuung~ Hurry, let’s go~ Baby~”
My utility-pole cock swelled rock-hard against my will, twitching like it was about to punch through my underwear.
“See~ Even your cock’s telling you to hurry up and fuck me~ Heh.”
I downed the last glass in one go, quietly shoved the table aside, and gave Dambi a filthy look.
Then I stood, peeled off my underwear, and showed her the full majesty of my thick utility-pole cock.
Dambi, like she’d been waiting for it, slipped the slip off with a seductive wriggle, stood completely naked, and grabbed my dick.
“Let’s go, Yeong-eun. Time to fuck.”
“Okay~”
I stroked her ass as we walked side by side into the bedroom.
Then I spun the bitch around and drove my tongue straight into her open mouth.
Her tongue came out to meet mine immediately. We traded thick spit back and forth, kissing hard.
Without either of us deciding, we toppled onto the bed together, lying on our sides, roughly groping each other’s bodies and stoking the heat.
I flipped Dambi onto her back, looked down at her with a dirty grin, and spoke.
“You give your pussy to any Jimyeong today?”
“No. They begged for it but I didn’t… I was saving it for you. Heehee.”
I moved my hand and felt her cunt.
“You’re soaked already… I wouldn’t care if you did give it, but I should reward you for saving it for me every day, right?”
“What kind of reward~?”
“What else… I’m gonna fuck Yeong-eun’s pussy with this cock until the fire’s out.”
“Heehee. Did you fuck any other bitches today?”
“No. Fucking isn’t that easy… Though if I’d pushed Eun-ha, I could’ve gotten her drunk and nailed her… I just left it.”
“Why~? So you could fuck Yeong-eun’s pussy?”
Dambi reached out, grabbed my utility-pole cock that was already drooling pre-cum and twitching, and stroked it.
“Yeah. You told me to wash my pussy and wait… I can fuck Eun-ha later.”
“You’re gonna fuck Eun-ha’s pussy with this huge cock?”
“Yeah… She could’ve just said it in the group chat, but she DMed me asking what I like… One touch and I could fuck her right then. Heh.”
“Eun-ha’s lucky… Having a cock this big wanting to fuck her pussy… Isn’t she waiting for it too?”
“I’ll fuck her soon… Hyojin too… And the others…”
“You’ll keep fucking me too… right, baby…?”
“Why even ask something that obvious… I came all the way here to fuck you…”
I slowly rose, aimed my utility-pole cock at Dambi’s mouth, and rubbed it against her lips.
“Suck it, Yeong-eun…”
“Okay…”
Dambi opened wide and swallowed my utility-pole cock all the way to the root in one go, staring up at me with those filthy eyes.
Once again the fuck session of two heat-crazed animals began, and the room filled with thick, filthy heat.