You Crazy Bastard! What Kind of Training Is This, You Pervert!

Eun-ha's face flushed deeper and deeper as she stared, wide-eyed, at the erect cock hovering so close it nearly brushed her nose.

I ignored her, dropped onto the couch right beside the little bitch, pressed myself tight against her, and pulled out two cigarettes. I stuck one between her lips and flicked the lighter.

I set the shop phone I'd brought just in case a safe distance away.

The moment I put the remaining cigarette in my own mouth, Eun-ha turned her head and leaned in with a little peek.

Fucking hell, the bitch had learned well.

I lit mine off her cigarette like a lighter, took a deep drag, and blew it out.

"Your floor outfit looks cute today."

"Huh? Oh... hehe..."

Eun-ha shifted bashfully, adjusting her cross-legged posture and pressing her thighs together.

Unlike usual, the little bitch wasn't in denim shorts. She was wearing a cute sky-blue dress covered in flower prints. The hem was so loose and flared that hiking it up would flash her panties instantly.

"Doesn't it get boring sitting in the waiting room? You're always on your phone..."

"Yeah... when it's busy it's fine, but on days like today..."

"Guess I shouldn't have told you to come out, heh."

"N-no, it's fine... Oppa..."

"Have you tried the Habiyot I taught you on the customers?"

"Huh? Yeah, at first I was nervous, but once I got into it it was okay..."

"You learn so damn fast... At this rate you'll have everything down in no time... Not much left to teach you now..."

"...Because Oppa teaches me so well..."

"The customers like it too, right? No guy hates Habiyot... Since they can't actually fuck you, heh."

"Yeah... but it still makes me nervous... Feels like it might slip in..."

"Getting Habiyot from you would make any guy want to shove it in... If anything happens, call Oppa right away. I'm always at the counter."

"...Okay... Oppa..."

I stood, grabbed a paper cup, crushed out my cigarette, and spat. When I held the cup out to Eun-ha, she stubbed hers out immediately even though it was barely smoked.

Silence hung for a moment. Then I worked up the nerve, took her soft hand, and stroked it lightly.

"Did it bother you when the Daytime Manager held your hand?"

"Ah... well... it wasn't exactly uncomfortable... just a little."

"Your skin's so nice he probably just wanted to feel it once... Damn, it really is soft..."

"With Oppa it's fine..."

Eun-ha turned her head with a little nod, confirming that I was on a completely different level from that horny Daytime Manager bastard.

"You... came out for me today, huh?"

"Yeah... because Oppa told me to..."

"Thanks..."

I stretched my legs out straight, and my hard cock surged upward like it was about to punch through the fabric. Eun-ha's eyes locked dead onto it, her breathing growing steadily quicker.

"You're doing great, but... I'd love it if you got even more Jimyeong than you have now..."

"Okay... Oppa..."

"Want to try Habiyot...? Just like this..."

I looked into her eyes with a suggestive stare as I said it.

"Okay..."

The moment she gave permission, I moved my hands to her waist and laid her flat on her back. The little bitch couldn't meet my eyes; she stared at the ceiling, breathing hard.

"If it feels weird, tell me right away... This is training... It only works if you're enjoying it too..."

"Okay... Oppa..."

I slowly ran my eyes over Eun-ha's body as she lay there, then reached out and stroked her gently from her shoulders all the way down her legs. Carefully, I spread her legs open into an M-shape.

Cute sky-blue panties embroidered with red flower patterns—roses or something—came into full view. Looks like sky-blue was the little bitch's theme for the day.

I crawled between her legs, pressed my body flush against hers, and gripped the utility-pole cock straining so hard against my shorts it looked ready to tear through. I pressed it against the crotch of her panties and started grinding slowly.

"Mm..."

"Hah..."

Some liquid—pre-cum or her juices, I couldn't tell—spread wetly over the head of my cock and lit every nerve on fire. I slowly pushed forward... and sank against Eun-ha's body.

Her smooth face filled my vision. Her bursting tits pressed soft and pillowy against me. My utility-pole cock, crushed against her crotch, sent sharp jolts of pleasure through me.

"I'm gonna start moving..."

"Okay... Oppa..."

Looking straight into her eyes, I slowly began to grind my body against hers.

"Feels good..."

"Hah... Oppa..."

I gave her forehead a light kiss, then slowly lowered my head and slipped my tongue gently into her mouth. Her eyes widened for a second in surprise, but she didn't resist—she closed them and parted her lips, letting me push my tongue in deeper.

"Mm..."

"Ooh..."

Her saliva spilled into my mouth and I swallowed it down; when I fed her mine, she swallowed that too. As I ground against her, I pressed lightly down on those bursting tits of hers.

They were magnificent—easily on par with Dambi's. Even through our clothes, a damp, humid heat was spreading from my utility-pole cock, telling me Eun-ha was so insanely turned on she was dripping pussy juice all over the place.

"Gonna move a little harder..."

"..."

I picked up the pace, putting power into my hips and thrusting rough, like I was actually fucking her pussy. Eun-ha's body jerked and bounced beneath me.

"Hah..."

"Haa... haa... haa..."

If it felt this good with two layers of clothes still on, I was dying to know what it would feel like buried inside her for real. Her skin was that soft and smooth—prime pussy in its absolute prime—and the urge to ram into her was surging hard.

"You're doing exactly what I taught you..."

"Yes... Oppa..."

Eun-ha's face had gone completely scarlet. Her eyes looked slightly unfocused, glazed with pleasure, and both her hands wrapped around my waist. When I ramped up the intensity of the grinding, her legs locked around my ass, locking us into a full-on fucking position.

I could feel my entire cock getting soaked. I couldn't see her pussy underneath, but she had to be dripping wet by now.

"Hah... haa..."

"Haang... hwaang... Oppa... aaang... haang..."

I was thinking I should pull out and finish when, right in the middle of violently grinding my shorts-covered cock against her panties, I suddenly heard a door open. Footsteps in heels approached.

I heard it—but Eun-ha didn't seem to. She kept her arms and legs wrapped around my waist and ass, moaning, completely lost in the feel of my utility-pole cock.

Neither of the other two girls should have been done with their rooms yet. That meant someone was coming for supplies—drinks, towels, wet wipes, something like that.

Dambi...? Or Hyojin...? I hesitated for a second about stopping, then decided it didn't matter and went for it—slamming my hips against Eun-ha's pussy at a mind-melting speed like I was trying to punch straight through.

"Haang... hwaang... aaang... hwaang... aaang..."

"Haa... haa..."

The heel clicks stopped right next to us. Whether it was Dambi or Hyojin, they'd just witnessed us grinding on each other.

I lifted my upper body slightly, unhooked Eun-ha's legs from around my ass, hooked one over each of my shoulders, and drove into her hard.

Thwap... thwap...

My shorts and her panties slammed together, making a weird wet friction sound.

"What the hell are you doing?! You crazy bastards!"

A bitch's voice shattered the thick, heated atmosphere of the waiting room. The one who'd come for supplies was fucking Hyojin.

"Kyaah!"

Eun-ha whipped her head around, spotted Hyojin, released my waist, and covered her face with both hands.

"What does it look like? Habiyot training... Mind your own business and go grab your supplies."

"You crazy bastard! What kind of training is this, you pervert!"

I turned my head, looked at Hyojin, and told her to get lost—but the little bitch jabbed a finger at us and kept spitting venom in that sharp voice of hers.

Like I was daring her to see who would win, I ignored Hyojin completely and kept pumping my utility-pole cock hard against Eun-ha's panties.

"Haa... haa..."

"Kyaang... Oppa... haang... Oppa... haang..."

Eun-ha had her face buried in her arms out of sheer embarrassment, but the sharp jolts of pleasure from her pussy kept pulling moans out of her. She didn't know what to do with herself.

Grinding her panties with my cock while Hyojin watched—the sheer insanity of the situation got me so worked up I could feel the orgasm building.

"Haa... haa..."

"Haang... aaang... hnnng... aaang... hnnng..."

Right before I came, I scrambled up, found a roll of toilet paper, wadded it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up, yanked my shorts and underwear down just enough to free my utility-pole cock, and shook it ruthlessly until I unloaded every drop of cum.

"Hoo..."

I turned my head. Hyojin was staring at me with an utterly dumbfounded expression as I finished draining myself dry. Eun-ha still had her face covered, trembling faintly, completely lost.

I squeezed from the base of my cock to wring out the last of the cum, crumpled the tissue into the paper cup, and pulled my shorts and underwear back up.

"You crazy bastard... Fuck, go to a motel or something... Doing this shit here... Ugh! So annoying!"

Hyojin didn't come any closer. She just stormed back out toward the customer room where she'd been sucking dick.

Fucking bitch. She was the one who told me to fuck her, and now she's throwing a fit. Goddamn whore.

Now that she'd seen it for real, she was going to have to accept it.

"Hyojin's gone. It's okay... A-rin."

Hearing my voice, Eun-ha parted the fingers covering her face and peeked out. Once she confirmed Hyojin was gone, she finally dropped her hands, revealing her flushed face.

"Ah... wh-what do I do, Oppa?"

Eun-ha slowly sat up, leaned her back against the wall, pressed her legs together, and looked at me with those pleading eyes.

"What do you mean, what do you do... It was Habiyot training... Don't worry about it..."

"But still..."

"When Hyojin comes out I'll talk to her properly. Nothing's going to come back on you... You just stayed still. I was the one who got carried away..."

"Ah... I'm sorry... Oppa..."

"Sorry for what... I'm the one who should be sorry... My body just moved on its own... I put you in a tough spot, so I'll clean it up. Don't worry."

"Okay... thank you... I liked it too, Oppa..."

Eun-ha looked at me bashfully and gave a faint smile.

Fucking bitch... If she hadn't liked it she would've kicked me off... Now that she'd properly felt my utility-pole cock, next time it was going straight into that pussy, you little whore.

"Next time... if we get a chance, want to do it again...?"

"...Okay... Oppa..."

I gave Eun-ha a light wave and headed back to the counter in a great mood. I dropped into the counter chair, settled in, and quietly lit a cigarette.

In the middle of a post-nut clarity spiral, I took a drag while staring at the monitor—and something weird caught my eye. On a whim I clicked a folder on the desktop I'd never seen before, and a ridiculous number of MP3 files flooded the screen.

I hit back, right-clicked the folder, and opened the properties tab.

Fuck. 1,750 tracks? This guy's completely insane...

The girl-group songs Jeonghun had downloaded went way beyond common sense—an absolutely massive collection. Now I finally understood why it had taken so long just to cycle through them once.

There were old songs mixed in too. Looks like he'd scraped every single girl-group track in existence.

What a fucking weirdo...

Suddenly I heard a door open down the hallway. Checking the CCTV, I saw Hyojin walking a customer out arm-in-arm. I snuffed my cigarette, bolted out, took the customer off her hands, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way.

Then I sprinted after Hyojin and managed to grab her arm before she reached the girls' waiting room.

"What!"

"You fucking bitch, you scared the hell out of Eun-ha... Come out for a second."

Despite the sharp tone, she let herself be led without a fight. We passed through the hallway into the counter area, and I sat her down on the sofa next to the massive desk.

I brought over a cigarette, stuck it between her lips—and the little bitch who only ever smoked her own took it nicely. I flicked the lighter and lit it for her.

"What?"

I settled into the seat across from Hyojin and quietly lit my own cigarette.

"You fucking bitch... You tell me to fuck her, and now you're throwing a fit?"

"Fuuuck~ It's fun though, heh."

Hyojin's scrunched-up face smoothed out in an instant. She flashed a wicked smile, took a deep drag, and blew the smoke straight into my face.

"Cough... You fucking bitch... You scared the kid, you goddamn whore."

"Aww~ Should've taken a picture. Feels like a waste that only I got to see it."

"Crazy bitch... Don't mess with Eun-ha... She looked really shaken."

"Heh, fuck... Acting all worried... When all you're thinking about is how to fuck her, you pervert..."

"Heh... We're almost there... You saw it yourself... Just don't tease her too hard..."

"I know her better than you do, Oppa... Don't! Worry~ Fuck, just tell her you want to fuck and she'd do it... Ugh, so frustrating."

"If you give it up too easy it's no fun for either of us... You need that push-and-pull to make the fucking interesting... Same goes for you... heh."

"Fuck~ off. I already came once, remember? Whatever... Are we doing it today?"

"Daughter? We made a promise and you came out... I already told the joj-jib too—that I'm rooming with Hyojin... We can go late."

"Is the joj-jib Unnie Dambi?"

Fucking hell, the bitch just came in hot.

I could tell her, but... should I?

"I haven't even fucked her yet, so how the hell is Dambi a joj-jib, heh."

"Fuuuck~ I saw everything when I came in earlier? You did it. Right here."

Hyojin patted the sofa with her hand.

"She just sucked my dick... Haven't fucked her yet... Heh, but I will soon."

"Crazy bastard... Then is Unnie Pureum the joj-jib?"

What a simple fucking bitch. She actually believed that straight up.

"I don't even have Pureum's number, you fucking bitch... Why are you only fixating on those two? There are so many girls here... And you goddamn whore... What the hell is a woman doing calling herself a joj-jib... Do you even know what that means? Ugh, you're killing the mood to fuck you... Goddamn bitch."

"You're the one who said joj-jib first, you fucking bastard! What's the difference between a guy and a girl... You piece of shit... Ugh, fuuuck~ I'm so fucking curious..."

"Did you just call Oppa 'you'? You filthy little bitch... Hah... I'm holding back. You fucking whore, I oughta just... I can't even beat your ass... Asking about such fucking shit... Just wait a bit... Instead of telling you, I'll show you later myself or send a picture."

"Of course the pervert would say that... Fucking bastard. That girl's something else too."

"'That girl'? Watch your mouth, you bitch."

"Whatever. If there's no call, wrap up early tonight."

"Fuck, I'm the junior manager—I can't just do whatever... Wait until two-thirty."

"You can't do a single thing except fuck!"

Hyojin crushed her cigarette out on the table and disappeared into the girls' waiting room.

I grabbed a tissue to wipe the table, found a stain still there, cursed into empty air, wet the tissue, and scrubbed until every trace was gone. Then I dropped back into the counter chair and lit a cigarette.

A few drags in, my phone buzzed. I unlocked the pattern and found the contact saved as "Fucking Bitch"—Hyojin—had fired off a flood of messages.

It wasn't a private chat. I switched to the group chat window and found the screen packed with sex jokes.

Hyojin was pouring every ounce of her soul into getting Eun-ha and me to fuck.

Nice work, you fucking bitch.

Hyojin kept pushing Eun-ha to take the manager's load, but there was no reply. Eun-ha seemed to be reading the messages—the unread count kept disappearing—but she wasn't saying a word.

I had no choice. I switched to Eun-ha's private chat and sent a message.

The unread mark vanished almost immediately, and a reply ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠came back.

Was the little bitch saying she'd take my load?

The unread mark disappeared, but no reply came right away. Just as I was thinking about switching windows, a long message arrived that made my cock stand up hard.