Emergency Room
The door to the girls' waiting room stood wide open, so I peered inside.
Eun-ha was nowhere to be seen—probably gone to wash up. I glanced around and spotted that fucking Hyojin in the corner, sitting cross-legged in her street clothes.
"Heading home?"
"Yeah. Gonna crash at Eun-ha's place."
"You don't have a place of your own? Always mooching at Eun-ha's."
"Mind your own business, you fucking asshole."
The bathroom door in the waiting room opened and Eun-ha stepped out wearing nothing but her panties.
"Take your time getting dressed. I'll wait outside."
"Okay, Oppa."
Eun-ha smiled bashfully and covered her tits with her hands. After all the sucking and licking we'd done, the girl was still somehow shy. Unbelievable.
I rode the elevator down and paced the parking lot outside the building, chain-smoking two cigarettes in a row before the pair of bitches finally crawled out. We walked out to the main road together, I flagged a taxi, opened the back door for them, and sent them on their way.
I checked my phone. The little "1" was gone—she'd seen the photo and the video—but there was no reply. Something felt off, but I was heading home anyway, so I shrugged it off, caught a cab, and made for the joj-jib.
"You're back?"
"Yeah... but..."
When I walked in, Dambi greeted me warmly in a short-sleeved tee and shorts. Something was wrong, though. The bitch's eyes looked swollen.
"You been crying? Why are they all puffy? And I told you—when it's just the two of us, you stay naked."
"Ah... right."
Dambi stripped off her T-shirt, shorts, and panties in one smooth motion and folded them neatly on the sofa. Not to be outdone, I yanked my own clothes off, tossed them wherever, and took her hand with my cock already standing at attention. I led the fucking girl over, sat her cross-legged beside me on the sofa, and quietly lit a cigarette. Then I leaned in and used the tip of mine as a lighter for hers.
"Hey. What's with you?"
"Hm? Nothing's wrong."
"Bullshit... Did you cry because of the pictures I sent?"
"No..."
What else would she be crying about at this hour? And the missing reply was suspicious as hell. Technically it was morning by now, but still.
"Look me in the eye... Did it piss you off watching Eun-ha suck my cock?"
"......"
Her silence told me everything. It was definitely the photo and the video.
"Yeong-eun. If I saw you sucking some other guy's dick or getting fucked, it'd piss me off too... But we already agreed we wouldn't do that to each other, right?"
"I'm sorry... baby..."
"This kind of shit's only going to keep happening. If you start falling apart this early, I'm going to look like the asshole here..."
"It's just... when I actually saw it... it hit different..."
"Then say it. I'm your boyfriend. If you tell me right now to stop fucking other girls, I will... It'll suck, but it's not too late."
I could just keep fucking them on the side and never say a word.
"Then you'll leave me... hic..."
The fucking girl suddenly buried her face against me and started crying.
"Jesus Christ... You're making me into the bad guy here... I'm not leaving, so just talk to me... The only girl I love is you."
"Really?"
She lifted her head and stared straight into my eyes.
"Yeah. I had no idea it'd hit you this hard... I thought you'd like it when I sent it... That was on me."
Dambi opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, then shut it for good.
"I told you last time... For you it's work, for me it's not—and I asked if you were still okay with that... If you tell me to stop, I will. I won't even touch how you do your job."
"Then that makes me the fucking slut."
"We already decided that. What do you want me to do about it?"
That's right, you fucking bitch... Either become the slut or just accept it...
As long as I fuck the other girls on the sly and never tell you, we're fine. If you find out, we either break up or you deal with it.
"No... You can mess with other girls... I won't do this again... I'm sorry, baby..."
"You gonna keep that promise? If you start sniveling one more time, I really won't see you anymore."
"Yeah... I'm sorry... I... only have you..."
"Then Sunday, since we're both working anyway... Depending on how things go... let's show the girls. Us fucking."
"Is that okay? What if they react like I did?"
"Doesn't matter... Eun-ha already knows everything... If she says she can't handle it, that's the end of it... They need to see who my real joj-jib is."
"Okay... baby..."
I slowly stood and rubbed my twitching cock against Dambi's face. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, took me into her mouth, and started sucking hard. I savored the taste of her for a moment, then pulled my rock-hard cock free. Gripping both her legs, I hoisted them high, lined myself up with her pussy, and drove in hard.
I'd done standing fucks in motels before, but this time there was nothing to take the weight. I held her—over 170 centimeters of her—up with nothing but arm strength and kept thrusting. Dambi clung to me like a cicada on a tree, arms and legs wrapped tight around my body as she took every inch of my cock. The wet slap of cock against pussy mixed with her moans and filled the room. Still buried deep inside her, I staggered toward the bedroom, collapsed onto the bed with her, and fucked her raw until the whole villa shook from the heat of it.
The landline connected to the girls' waiting room rang. I snatched it up.
"Yes."
"Get over here now. Pureum collapsed."
"What? Got it."
Dambi's voice was urgent—she told me to haul ass. I hung up and looked over at Dongpal, who was sitting in the counter chair.
"Hyung-nim, they say Pureum collapsed."
"Huh? What the hell? Go check it out."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
Jeonghun, who'd been listening beside us, looked just as startled. I bolted alone for the girls' waiting room.
No wonder Pureum's face had looked so pale when she clocked out yesterday. It was Friday night, calls had been stacking up since early evening, and the second she walked in at nine she'd knocked out four clients back-to-back... Dongpal had ordered us to throw her straight into work now that she was getting used to it—no break time. That was clearly the problem.
When I reached the waiting room, Nabi had Pureum laid on her side past the threshold and was checking her breathing.
"She's breathing, but... you need to get her to a hospital right away, Manager."
"What? Yeah..."
Dambi and Hyeona stared at Pureum with worried eyes. The rest of the girls were already off sucking dick somewhere. They'd all been scrambling after back-to-back calls themselves.
I stepped right up to the threshold, turned my back, squatted, and hooked my arms behind me. The message was clear: climb on. A soft, yielding weight settled against my back—Pureum's tits pressing into me. I hoisted her up, stood, cupped her ass with my free hands, and started walking. Even in the middle of all this urgency, the silky feel of her ass sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.
"Manager, take these."
"Huh?"
Dambi's voice stopped me. I turned and saw her holding Pureum's handbag and a shopping bag.
"Change her clothes on the way... and if anyone knows her family, call them."
"Got it."
I took the bags from Dambi and headed back out to the counter. Dongpal and Jeonghun strode over.
"What happened?"
"Yes, Hyung-nim... Looks like she overdid it... She did seem a little off earlier..."
"You should've told me sooner... huh?"
"I'm sorry, Hyung-nim... I didn't think it'd get this bad..."
You fucking bastard... You saw she looked like shit too. Why am I the only one catching shit?
"Jeonghun, watch the shop. You come with me."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
Still carrying Pureum, I hit the elevator button. The bastard just stood there watching me struggle instead of pressing it himself. Because it was Friday night, the elevator was jammed with assholes heading up to the fourth-floor motel to fuck, so we waited forever before the doors finally opened. Dongpal and I rode down together.
We passed the building entrance and I dumped Pureum into the back seat of Hyung-nim's car in the parking lot, then climbed in beside her. I set the handbag and shopping bag next to her. The car pulled out and tore off somewhere. Being near downtown, there were several big hospitals close by.
"Hyung-nim, do you have Pureum's family contact?"
"Huh? No idea."
Yeah, you fucking idiot... What would you know?
"Dambi said to call her family—I figure we'll need a guardian."
"We'll figure it out when we get there."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
"Change the kid's clothes."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
Even he must have thought she looked rough. Sure enough, the hostess outfit Pureum had worn today was a deep-cut one-piece dress that left her tits half hanging out. The skirt was so short that even a slight bow would flash her panties. Her smooth thighs kept drawing my eyes and putting heat in my cock. If we walked into the ER like this, anyone would peg her as a girl who sold pussy for a living.
I turned her so her back faced me, unzipped the dress, and carefully started peeling it off. Doing it alone was awkward as hell. Once I finally got the zipper down, there was no bra underneath. Made sense—she'd just strip it off the second she walked into a room anyway. If Dongpal hadn't been there I would've copped a feel or two, but the bastard kept glancing back while he drove.
With carefully blank eyes I managed to get the dress off her, leaving her in nothing but panties. I only had her back, so the front was a mystery, but the guy kept lighting up his eyes and checking the rearview every few seconds, so I couldn't look. I opened the shopping bag. Inside, neatly folded, were a dress shirt, a bra, and a women's suit. I wrestled the bra onto her, then got the shirt on.
"Hurry it up."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
We'd already arrived at the hospital. The sign read Seosan Hospital. There was a closer place—Park Hospital—but of course he'd decided to play the good boss and take her to a university hospital. If he was going to do that, maybe he should've given her a break before she collapsed, the fucking asshole.
With Dongpal's help I roughly got the suit on her, then hoisted Pureum again and carried her into the ER. A nurse helped me lay her on a bed and asked who the guardian was. I said she'd collapsed at work; they asked if I knew any family. I said no.
"Ah... where am I...?"
Pureum cracked her eyes open, squinted against the light, covered them with one hand, and spoke with difficulty.
"You passed out. Call your family."
Dongpal spoke to her.
"Manager... my phone..."
"Huh? Yeah."
She spotted me and asked for her phone. I dug it out of the handbag and handed it over. She fumbled with it a few times, then passed it back to me. The screen showed a call already connecting—the ringtone was going.
I looked at Pureum. She'd already checked out again, head turned to the side, eyes closed.
"Hello?"
An unfamiliar girl's voice came through the phone. Sounded pretty young.
"Yes... Pu— I mean, Unnie collapsed... We're at the hospital now."
"Which hospital?"
"Seosan Hospital ER."
"Are you the Oppa who works with her at the PC bang?"
"Huh? Ah... yes."
Out of nowhere she asked if I was the guy who worked with her sister at a PC room. If I said no without thinking, it could get messy once Pureum woke up, so I went with it.
"I'll be right there."
"Okay."
I hung up and was about to put the phone back in the handbag when the lock screen caught my eye. It was a photo of two sleek, beautiful girls dressed up nicely, smiling brightly in what looked like a park. One of them was so thin her facial bones showed, pale as a ghost. Pureum was a looker herself, but both girls in the photo had serious faces. Early twenties at most...
Was the one I'd just spoken to one of them?
No time to dwell on it. I dropped the phone in the bag, told the nurse a guardian was on the way, and watched a young intern who looked like hospital slave labor come over to check on Pureum. Dongpal and I stood there staring at her for a moment, then stepped outside the ER to a quiet spot and lit up. I hadn't planned on sharing a smoke, but Dongpal told me to light one, so I did.
"What'd she say?"
"Huh? Yes, Hyung-nim... She asked if I was the Oppa who works with her at the PC bang."
"Then I'm the boss and you're the part-timer. Got it?"
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
"Talk smooth when she gets here... Jeonghun's gonna be swamped alone, so head straight back and help him."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
True to form for a bastard who'd eaten plenty of pussy in his day, he clocked the situation instantly and assigned roles. The order was clear: put on a good act for Pureum's family when they showed. Obviously she hadn't told them she sucked dick in a handjob parlor—so for the sake of family peace, I'd burn myself playing the part.
About ten minutes later, one of the sleek girls from the phone wallpaper appeared in leggings and a loose short-sleeved tee. She clearly had serious confidence in her body—her lower half was on full display, legs thin but with beautiful lines. Killer style, and the long black hair made her look pure as hell. The thought crossed my mind that this one would be way better at sucking cock than Pureum.
"Are you the Oppa I just talked to?"
Somehow the sleek girl knew me and spoke first.
"Huh? Yes..."
"And the ajusshi next to you?"
She looked at Dongpal and asked who the hell he was.
"He's the boss. When we heard she collapsed, we came straight here in his car."
"Thank you, boss."
The sleek girl bowed a full ninety degrees to Dongpal.
"It's nothing. Go on in."
"Yes."
She disappeared into the ER. From behind, the phrase "breathtaking" actually fit—her ass was jacked up in a way that was pure sex. I hadn't fucked her yet, but I was already certain that taking her from behind would melt my cock clean off.
"Get going."
"Yes, Hyung-nim."
I wanted to talk to the sleek girl a little longer, but fucking Dongpal was on my ass, so I had no choice. I started walking. She was almost certainly Pureum's little sister. There'd been another girl in the photo who looked sick, but she hadn't shown up at the ER. From the way this one talked, she'd clearly heard about me in detail through Pureum. No other way she'd recognize my face on sight and start chatting. She'd just been told I was a PC bang part-timer instead of the handjob parlor manager, and her impression of me didn't seem bad.
I caught a taxi, got out on the main road near Eden, and hurried my steps, thinking of Jeonghun grinding through Friday night alone. I stepped into the elevator, twisted the two exposed wires for the third-floor button together, and it started moving.