Has She Finally Gone Crazy!
"Auntie, four servings of stir-fried squid and two kimchi stews."
"Coming right up."
I placed the order, grabbed the water bottle, and filled my empty glass to the brim. Then I knocked the whole thing back in one shot.
Fuck, it was the middle of August with a tropical night heat that wouldn't quit — the AC was blasting full force and I was still sweating.
"When the hell are those bitches getting here?"
"She said about ten minutes."
Dambi answered without looking up from her phone. She seemed to talk more with Eun-ha and Hyojin than I did. Being stuck in a group chat with three pussies meant their shared interests lined up, and whenever I started spouting bullshit I'd end up getting dogpiled. Then they'd carve me up, dump the body on some mountain, and desecrate the corpse all over again. Same shit, every time.
Yesterday Hyojin had run interference for me on that asshole customer from the site, so I'd called the two of them out — partly to pay her back, partly to clear the debt. I had no particular plan to feed Eun-ha well so her cunt would start dripping in anticipation of the pussy she was about to serve up. None at all.
A moment later the stir-fried squid and kimchi stew hit the table. I was just reaching for my spoon when two familiar pussies made their entrance.
Those fucking bitches. Their timing was unreal.
Dambi waved them over.
"Smells so good, hehe."
"Looks delicious."
The two of them swallowed hard. Eun-ha dropped into the seat beside me while Hyojin parked her ass next to Dambi.
Eun-ha shot Dambi a sideways glance, fishing for a cue. Dambi just smiled sweetly and answered for her with a look. Hyojin seemed to have gotten a lot closer with Dambi lately. Good development, sure — but I couldn't shake the feeling those two bitches were cooking something up.
"Let's eat."
"Yeah."
"Thanks for the meal, Oppa."
"Gonna stuff my face, Oppa."
Everyone grabbed their spoons and tore into the food like a pack of starving animals. Sitting around a table with three good-looking pussies, shooting the shit over a meal — this place felt like the real Eden.
"It's Sunday, right?"
Hyojin rubbed her belly like she'd just finished a feast and started running her mouth.
That was the day I'd booked Bbaguri with Eun-ha.
"Yeah, why?"
"Can I watch?"
What the hell was this bitch on about all of a sudden… Not that having her join would be a problem.
"Fine by me."
"Heh, figured you'd say that."
"Ah, come on…"
"Hehe, this is gonna be fun… babe…"
Eun-ha's face went scarlet and she ducked her head in embarrassment. The thought of serving up her pussy right in front of her best friend was probably already getting her dripping. Dambi looked even more excited about it than I did — and I was the one who'd be wrecking her with a telephone-pole cock. This crazy bitch was turning into a pervert even I couldn't keep up with. Especially after getting her ass pounded in front of two watching pussies — she'd blown right past the point of no return.
"Let's go. Time to clock in."
The other two pussies were already strolling out of the restaurant like nothing. Dambi passed the register and headed outside too. I stood there with shaking hands, forked over a cool forty thousand won, and followed them out. Thankfully it was a solid value joint — four of us had stuffed our faces and the bill still wasn't bad.
Outside, on a downtown street where a hundred people a second were streaming past, the bitches were already lighting up. Dambi pulled out a cigarette, stuck it between my lips, and leaned her head in. I used her lit cigarette like a lighter and got mine going.
"Looks like there's a company dinner tonight."
"Tonight?"
"Yeah. Jeonghun told me this morning."
"I was supposed to meet Unnie after work…"
"Who? Ji-yeon noona?"
"Mm…"
"Who's Ji-yeon noona? Huh? Oppa? Unnie?"
Eun-ha couldn't get a word in, so she just kept glancing back and forth between us while she smoked.
"There's this one crazy bitch… beyond anything you can imagine… Even if you showed up with a whole truckload of yourself, you still wouldn't measure up to her."
"What the fuck does that mean? Is that a compliment or an insult?"
"It's a compliment, you fucking bitch… Anyway, there's just this one insane woman."
"Heh. Unnie said to bring you along too."
So the bitch was bored again. Neither Dambi nor I had the internal power yet to handle that woman properly.
"Tell her… even if we go, it probably won't be till morning."
"Okay…"
"Wait — did you fuck that crazy bitch, Oppa?"
Eun-ha's eyes went round as saucers as she stared at my face. I needed to answer this carefully…
"Well… yeah, sort of… I got fucked, actually… together with my fucktoy."
"Holy shit! So Unnie and Oppa and the crazy bitch all did it together?!"
"Heh… yeah."
Dambi casually confirmed we'd had a threesome. But was it even a threesome? The threesome I pictured involved two pussies face-down while I pounded whichever hole I felt like, on my terms…
"Oppa…"
Disappointment was written all over Eun-ha's face.
"That's just how it came out… I couldn't even lay a hand on her. You think I called her a crazy bitch for nothing?"
"Fuck, you're both insane, and that crazy bitch is even worse."
"Anyway, she's not in a class where I get to decide whether I fuck her or not… Don't worry about it, A-rin."
"Yeah, Eun-ha… that unnie doesn't have feelings for him or anything… she was just playing with him."
"What?"
"You fucking bitch… 'playing with her boyfriend'? She wrecked you too, you asshole."
"Heh… ah, I should talk to Unnie about this."
"We've already burned forty minutes!"
"Fuck, we need to get inside."
Eun-ha still looked conflicted, but Dambi sweet-talked her until she settled back down. We headed toward Eden. I sent the three pussies in first, smoked one more cigarette, then clocked in.
"Good evening, hyungnim."
When I stepped off the elevator, that horny daytime manager bastard was already gone for the day. I turned toward the counter and found Keun-hyeongnim, Dongpal-hyungnim, and Jeonghun all waiting.
"Yeah. You eat?"
"I did, hyungnim."
"Ah, fuck. This is bullshit."
Keun-hyeongnim slammed his fist on the desk, shot to his feet, and glared at the ledger and the reservation memo.
"How many girls today?"
"Seven, hyungnim… Pureum messaged that she's coming in at nine."
"And the one?"
"Hyeona, hyungnim."
He was probably just blowing off steam from getting wrecked at internet poker, but every pussy except one had shown up for a full shift. Keun-hyeongnim stuck a cigarette in his mouth like his lips were itching and quietly lit it. He took a deep drag, blew the smoke into the air, then dropped back into the counter chair.
I checked the reservation memo and the ledger — true to a Friday night, bookings were packed solid starting at eight. The names ran in order: Nabi, Do-yeon, Kkotnim, Mi-ho, Dambi, Hyojin, Eun-ha.
I thought back to the phone sex with Do-yeon that morning. Fuck, it'd been pretty fresh, actually. I wanted to head to the girls' waiting room and get a look at her face, but there'd be a chance soon enough.
"Company dinner after we close tonight."
"Yes, hyungnim."
Dongpal-hyungnim announced the dinner, just like Jeonghun had said. Two nights of drinking in a row — fine by me, though I was starting to worry about becoming an alcoholic. There were still girls whose numbers I hadn't gotten, and tonight's dinner looked like a good chance to work a few angles. The most urgent target was Kkotnim, but the second that bitch clocked in she was sucking dick nonstop from eight until close — absolute nightmare. The only real opening was the dinner table… Maybe if I worked over her little shuttle Mi-ho first, I'd get some answers. Yeah… time to put this middle-school dropout brain to work.
I stood with my hands behind my back and watched Keun-hyeongnim get absolutely destroyed at internet poker. A moment later the shop phone rang. I checked the CCTV — four crazy bastards in coats, in the middle of summer. All of them wearing black coats. Had the heat finally fried their brains?
Jeonghun picked up the shop phone, checked the number against the reservation memo, then answered. He waved me over. Must've been the eight o'clock booking. It wasn't eight yet, but that didn't matter much.
I walked over, hit the round button, and waited in front of the elevator. The doors opened and one guy who looked like a host-club type stepped out, followed by three ugly-faced bastards.
"This way, sir."
I led the four customers down the hallway.
"Good evening, hyungnim!"
A voice loud enough to blow the whole place apart suddenly rang out. I turned around — the host-club-looking bastard had stepped forward and bowed ninety degrees to Keun-hyeongnim. The three ugly ones lined up behind him and bowed ninety degrees too. Keun-hyeongnim didn't say a word; he just raised a hand and gave a little wave. The host-club guy lifted his head, stared for a second, then turned and followed me.
I had no idea what the story was, but the important thing was getting these bastards into rooms. I stuffed them into empty rooms one by one and guided the ringleader — the host-club guy — into Room 8, the best one we had.
The second the bastard walked in he peeled off his coat. He was wearing a tank top underneath so I couldn't see clearly, but there was some weird tattoo inked across his back. Fuck. Gangster, then.
A moment later the host-club guy dug through his coat and handed me a wad of bills. I counted them one by one — exactly twenty-eight.
"Have them wash up nice and clean, boss."
"Yes, sir. We'll take good care of you."
"Please do."
I had no idea what he wanted me to take good care of, but I said yes anyway and crawled back out to the counter. I handed the wad of bills to Jeonghun and stood waiting with my hands behind my back.
"Kkotnim got a booking?"
"Yes, hyungnim."
Keun-hyeongnim looked at Jeonghun and asked. Kkotnim usually had four reservations locked in before she even clocked in. If you got lucky you could book her early evening and still catch her right before close.
"Pureum still not in?"
"No, hyungnim."
"Throw the fucking bitch in."
"Yes, hyungnim."
The fucking bitch was Hyojin. She hadn't done anything lately to piss Keun-hyeongnim off — he was probably just venting the rage from getting wrecked at poker earlier.
"Hyungnim, which room did the pretty-faced one go into?"
"Ah, Room 8."
"Alright… then Room 8 Hyojin… Room 2 Dambi… Room 3 Nabi… Room 6 Do-yeon. That work?"
"Yes."
I walked over, picked up the landline connected to the girls' waiting room, and hit zero.
"Yeah."
Dambi.
"Customers came early… tell them it's a party of four. Room 8 Hyojin… Room 2 Dambi… Room 3 Nabi… Room 6 Do-yeon."
"Room 8 Hyojin again?"
This fucking bitch… I just told her, goddamn it.
"Room 2 Dambi."
"Okay."
"Room 3 Nabi."
"Room 3 Nabi unnie."
"Room 6 Do-yeon."
"Room 6 Do-yeon unnie."
I hung up the second I was done and went back to my spot. Judging by how they'd greeted Keun-hyeongnim and how he'd responded, these guys clearly knew him. Looked like gangsters… But fuck, I'd never seen crazy bastards wearing tracksuits under coats in the middle of summer. Not a single normal person in this place — man or woman.
A little later I watched four pussies head out with their baskets to go suck dick. But something looked off about Dambi's floor outfit. That was… fuck, was she only wearing panties and a bra?
Had she finally gone crazy!
I carefully stepped out into the hallway. Perfect timing — I ran straight into Dambi.
"Ah. It's a bikini."
"Hm?"
"Nothing… it just looked blurry on the CCTV, so I thought you were walking out in nothing but panties and a bra."
"It's hot. Plus it's good for an event."
"Sure, you crazy bitch… get in there already."
"Okay."
I watched Dambi's insanely fuckable backside for a second, then headed back to the counter and got to work.
I was grinding nonstop when the clock finally slipped past midnight. After stuffing three party customers into rooms, I headed toward the girls' waiting room. Pureum had just finished a session and was brushing her teeth in the little kitchen by the waiting-room doorway. I took a moment to check out her body. Pretty damn tasty-looking. I could see why Keun-hyeongnim had mentioned her as the next batter after Kkotnim. Hyojin had the better face, but Pureum won on overall balance. Still, Hyojin had the age advantage — if I had to pick one of the two outright, it'd be Hyojin.
Pureum suddenly turned her head, spotted me, and nearly jumped out of her skin. Like she'd seen a fucking ghost. Must've swallowed some toothpaste — she started coughing, cranked the faucet full blast, and rinsed her mouth.
"Ha… yes, Oppa."
"Room 5 in ten minutes, Pureum-ssi."
"Yes. Ah… Oppa."
"Yeah."
I was about to head back to the counter when Pureum called after me.
"Are you deliberately giving me time off? You seem busy…"
"You collapsed last time. Money's nice, but you've got to be healthy to work."
"I'm sorry…"
This was the kind of moment where I should've parked my ass right up against the doorframe with Pureum and smoked a cigarette, but there was no time.
"I'm a year older, right? Mind if I drop the formal talk?"
"Huh? Yes, Oppa."
"I wasn't going to say anything 'cause I'd sound like some old fart… but take a little better care of that body of yours."
"What?"
"You're walking around in shoes that are completely falling apart… what's with that… sitting there looking all pitiful by yourself… you're gonna die like that, you know?"
"……"
"When someone gives you time off, just pretend you don't notice and take it… the other unnies and the younger girls all know you're not well."
"……"
"Learn to cut some corners. Use the consideration people give you. When they free up your schedule, lie down for a bit… stop doing everything by the book…"
The mood had gotten so heavy I didn't know what to do with it.
"Anyway, close your eyes for a bit and go in after ten minutes… just sleep. I'll call you."
I left Pureum there and headed back to the counter. Fuck, was that too much? That kind of talk was supposed to come after you'd already fucked someone… Guess I had some old-man tendencies myself.
Keun-hyeongnim and Dongpal-hyungnim were still camped out at the counter, but I stuck a cigarette in my mouth and flicked the lighter. I hated heavy shit… There was a dinner after close tonight, so I needed to smooth this over properly. My image had been solid so far — time to lock it down. If I was already fucked, oh well.
Keun-hyeongnim stretched hard, stood up, spotted me, and looked over.
"Sucks, doesn't it?"
"Sir? Yes, hyungnim."
"It's like that for everyone, kid."
"Yes, hyungnim."
What the fuck was this bastard talking about.
"Busy night."
"Yes, hyungnim."
Keun-hyeongnim looked over the reservation memo and the ledger with a satisfied little smile.
"Call it for closing and let's get out of here."
"Yes, hyungnim."
"Yes, hyungnim."
"Yes, hyungnim."
Keun-hyeongnim took Dongpal-hyungnim and left. I dropped into the mesh chair, parked my ass, and finished the cigarette I'd been smoking.
A moment later I heard heels clicking from the girls' waiting room on the other side of the counter wall. I checked the CCTV — Pureum was heading in with her basket to suck dick. Stubborn little bitch.
Soon I heard a door open. On the CCTV, Hyojin was walking a customer out arm-in-arm. I crushed out my cigarette and hustled over to take the customer off her hands, loaded him into the elevator, and sent him on his way. Then I bolted after Hyojin into the girls' waiting room.
"Hey. You've got to go straight into Room 6."
"Ah, fuck."
Hyojin stopped mid-toothbrush and threw a double curse at me.
"We're almost done. Just tough it out a little longer."
"Fuck off."
"You fucking bitch… when I ask nicely, you listen. You never fucking listen, you piece of shit."
I reached out and grabbed that fucking bitch's ass.
"You fucking bastard!"
Hyojin looked like she was about to slap me, so I quickly blocked with my hand.
"Kh!"
Her hand sailed past my face, dropped straight down, and clamped onto my cock through my shorts — hard.