Eden's Handjob Parlor
Hyojin was scrubbing her teeth like she meant to shred the inside of her mouth, then poured water into a mug and rinsed hard.
She jammed two fingers deep into her throat, forced a few deliberate gags, and rinsed again.
She turned, flicked a glance at me and Dambi that barely counted as a greeting, gave the slightest nod, and brushed right past us into the girls' waiting room.
"Fucking bastard won't come for shit! God, this is pissing me off!"
"Problem customer?"
"Keeps dying on me! I get him hard and he dies, get him hard and he dies!"
"Yeah, that's a problem customer."
"I don't know! My jaw's killing me—the asshole came in my mouth without even saying a word!"
"Just blacklist him."
"Fuck, this is so annoying, that son of a bitch!"
Hyojin's sharp, pissed-off voice bounced around the waiting room lined with big mirrors.
Eunha, sprawled out on her phone, showed some interest and chimed in.
Still not cooled off, Hyojin grabbed the landline and punched 0.
"Blacklist the guy who just left."
She said her piece and slammed the receiver down hard enough to make it crack.
From the conversation it was pretty clear she'd just had trouble with her last customer.
A daettal-bang was the kind of place where the customer and the girl got naked and did simulated sex.
Most people just called them all-nude handjob parlors.
When the first ones opened, nobody went full nude.
At best the girls wore lingerie or dresses that showed a lot of skin.
But as the years passed and word got out that the money was good, every idiot and his dog started opening one.
The competition got so cutthroat they started peeling clothes off one by one, raising the heat until finally the panties came off too and they were working completely naked.
Eden and every other shop in the game were running all-nude now.
The service itself started as just jerking the guy off for him, but over time they copied the back-room extras from massage parlors and made rimming—anilingus—part of the basic course. Depending on the girl you might even get a full body-to-body rubdown.
Up front they worked the crotch, balls, and cock hard (sakkasi), and if the girl was willing you could get titjobs, sixty-nines, habiyot (dry humping), facial, or the blue-dragon train (post-orgasm blowjob).
Penetration wasn't allowed, but some girls still let customers grind against their pussy to pull in more business. Since none of the extra techniques cost extra on top of the base rate, plenty of guys shared the high-service or pussy-grinding girls online and came hunting for them.
Hyojin was clearly one of the girls who didn't allow cum-in-mouth.
Made sense—out of the four pussies here she had the best face. If a girl who looked like that also gave great service, her jaw would already be hanging off by now.
But the last customer had sprayed his load right into her mouth, and furious Hyojin had blacklisted him on the spot.
That guy would never see Hyojin at Eden again.
"What happened?"
Glasses-boy came flying in at lightning speed, looking for Hyojin in a hurry.
"The bastard came in my mouth!"
"Ah… okay. Got it. Just rest."
This clearly wasn't the first time.
She seemed like a picky fucking bitch who made her pretty face work hard for her.
Glasses-boy just accepted it, put a hand on my shoulder, and gave a little push like he wanted me to get up.
"I'll enjoy the coffee."
"Yes, Manager~"
I took the hint, gave Dambi a reluctant goodbye look, stood up, and headed back to the counter with Glasses-boy.
My feet felt like they weighed a ton.
"Fucking bitch starting again…"
The second Glasses-boy dropped into the counter chair he muttered it to himself.
Then he hammered the keyboard, typed in the last customer's phone number, and wrote in the memo: Hyojin blacklist (came in mouth).
Nine o'clock hit and the second customer came up. Reservation calls kept rolling in nonstop.
I watched every single move Glasses-boy made and crammed it into my middle-school dropout brain like my life depended on it.
He handled almost everything. My job was to go into the rooms after the girl and customer finished and clean up.
The rooms were still hot from the naked rolling around. I spread a fresh towel flat on the bed and restocked towels and supplies—basic grunt work.
I'd already done the same shit at massage parlors, so it wasn't hard.
Most of the girls cleaned up the evidence of their rolling around pretty well, but the rooms Hyojin finished were always a mess.
I'd picked Hyojin as my first target at Eden just from her face, but with a temper that rotten it looked like I'd have to put in real work.
Before I knew it, closing time arrived.
"Managing okay?"
"You're doing everything, Manager… time flies."
"We only had a few girls today so it was pretty quiet. Weekends get busy."
Glasses-boy was counting ten-thousand-won bills. Looked like he was settling up.
I glanced at the A4 sheet and finally understood why the time had gone so fast.
Hyojin 8, Dambi 8, Eunha 8, Nabi 7… just four pussies had knocked out thirty-one sessions in eight hours.
That meant I'd cleaned rooms at least thirty times.
No wonder my toes were aching.
But fuck—if four girls alone did this much, how bad did weekends get? Just thinking about it made my head hurt.
"Daily pay."
"Thanks."
Glasses-boy peeled two ten-thousand-won bills from the stack, pocketed one, and handed me the other.
Heel clicks echoed from the back of the hallway and the girls appeared.
The bitches walked up to the counter like they owned the place and stuck their hands out. Glasses-boy glanced at each face and handed over the pre-counted stacks.
"See you tomorrow~"
"Yes, good work. Make sure you come in tomorrow!"
"Yes~"
The girls said their goodbyes and started heading out.
Out of nowhere Dambi stopped, trotted over to me on quick little steps, and whispered in my ear.
"See you tomorrow~ hehe."
Before I could even answer she vanished into the elevator.
Dambi had dropped the formal speech.
I'd planned on getting her to talk casual soon enough, but this was way too fast.
I seriously needed to think about switching my first target.
Compared to that rude-ass Hyojin, Dambi—who'd already gone casual on day one—looked a hell of a lot easier.
Just imagining wrecking that voluptuous body of hers from behind made my cock start to swell on its own.
"You can head out."
"What about you, Manager?"
"I'm clocking out too."
Glasses-boy picked up his phone and called someone.
"Yes, hyung-nim, we're closed."
Probably Dongpal-hyungnim or that short fuck with the knife scar on his neck.
"Yes, thirty-one sessions today… eight hundred ninety thousand… yes, hyung-nim, go on home."
Hearing that made me blink.
Just four pussies pulling in eight hundred ninety thousand cash in eight hours…
From what I knew, each session was seventy thousand from the customer—forty thousand to the girl, thirty thousand to the house.
That should've been nine hundred thirty thousand, but there had been three jimyeong requests so the designation fees had gone straight to the girls.
The missing ten thousand was probably the pork-rice set I'd eaten.
"Let's go."
"Yes."
Glasses-boy and I rode the elevator down to the first floor.
As we stepped out of the building he pulled out a cigarette and offered me one.
"You can call me Jeonghun."
He took a drag and said it.
"Lee Jinsik. Just talk casual."
"You seem older than me… I'm twenty-six."
"Two years, whatever… you've been here a while, right? What about you, hyung?"
"Still, you're the hyung. I can't just drop it."
"Then I'll stay formal too."
"Yes, hyung-nim. Looking forward to working with you."
"Same here."
I almost went casual and then stopped myself.
After working today I could tell Dongpal-hyungnim and the knife-scar short fuck were the heads of the place, but the one actually running things was Glasses-boy.
If I wanted life at Eden to go smooth, I needed to butter Jeonghun up first.
"Bring a copy of your family register when you come in tomorrow, hyung-nim."
"Huh? Got it."
Come to think of it, I'd shown up for the interview with nothing.
Normally if you went looking for work you brought a résumé and a family register at minimum.
Making me grind for a full day before asking for the register meant they were taking me in as family, but since cash was moving around they were covering their asses just in case.
With an address on file, if money went missing Dongpal-hyungnim and that knife-scar short fuck—who were definitely gangsters—would light their eyes up and come hunting.
"See you this evening then, hyung-nim. It's still dark, so get home safe."
"Yeah, see you tonight."
Jeonghun bowed his head at a perfect forty-five degrees, pulled what looked like a car remote from his pocket, pointed it somewhere in the parking lot, and hit the button. A beep answered.
A moment later he climbed into his car and disappeared from sight.
When Dongpal-hyungnim and the knife-scar short fuck left he bowed ninety degrees, but for me it was only forty-five.
I thought it was pretty petty ranking, but he was still treating me like a hyung so I didn't feel like calling him on it.
I finished the rest of my cigarette while walking, caught a taxi home, and the second I hit the bed I blacked out into dreamland.
When I woke up it was already five. I'd gotten home at five and passed out immediately, so I'd slept a full twelve hours.
I opened the fridge, wet my mouth from the water bottle, got my head back online, and checked my phone. There was a missed call.
"Yes, hyung-nim, you called."
"Yeah, I was heading to Five Valley and figured we could drain one together."
"Glad it got sorted out okay."
"I was about to smash that fucker's rice bowl but I held back. The pussy was pretty tasty though."
"You saw Dambi?"
"Yeah, heard an NF girl came in too so I hit Dambi and immediately did one more. Both were solid."
"That's hyung-nim for you."
True to form for Seong-uk-hyungnim, who would go drain three times a day if the mood hit him—he'd already done two back-to-back today.
"But fuck, I get home and my cock won't go down… you free right now?"
"Going for another round?"
"Yeah, don't feel like going far. Just one more near the house."
"Then go ahead, hyung-nim. I've got to get ready for work so I can't make it. Plus I'm broke."
"Where the fuck are you working… PC bang? You get a real job?"
"Started at Eden in So-gu yesterday, hyung-nim."
"How the fuck did you crack that place?"
"Didn't crack it—I got hired, hyung-nim."
"How'd you even know to apply?"
"Went as a substitute driver."
"Ha… alright. So when do you get days off?"
"Gotta go in today and ask. I'll call you when I know."
"Yeah, hit me up. Don't worry about money—if we're draining together hyung can cover a round."
"Yes, hyung-nim. I'll definitely call!"
"Alright, see you next time."
Waking up to a free dry-hump guarantee made my cock swell on its own.
Seong-uk-hyungnim had covered my share once before when we went draining together, but him offering first when my pockets were empty made me think I'd done a good job picking friends.
I thought about the Eden pussies I'd seen yesterday and jerked off nice and clean.
Except for Eunha, the other three were pussies you could drop anywhere and they'd still stand out, so imagining missionary, doggy, side, mating press made the orgasm hit fast.
After draining properly I washed up roughly and got ready for work.
I stepped into the elevator and at the spot where the third-floor button had been ripped out two bare wire ends were sticking out.
I reached out, twisted the wires together, and after a short silence the elevator started moving.
"Hyung-nim, I work days. Looking forward to working with you."
The elevator doors opened and a guy I'd never seen before greeted me at the counter.
From the way he talked he'd already heard about me—looked like the day-shift manager.
"Yeah, same here."
"Oh, you don't have to talk up. I only started a little while ago myself."
"Still feels weird dropping it right away…"
"It's fine, hyung-nim. Just talk comfortable!"
"Alright, got it."
"Yes, hyung-nim!"
I stepped behind the counter and the familiar scene hit me.
The short fuck with the knife scar on his neck was still planted in the counter chair, clicking the mouse like his life depended on it. Dongpal-hyungnim and Jeonghun stood on either side of him like borrowed barley sacks, faces locked and mouths zipped shut.
"Good morning, hyung-nim."
"…"
The bastards didn't answer. I pulled the family register out of my pocket and handed it to Jeonghun.
"Hyung-nim."
"Huh?"
Jeonghun passed the register I'd given him to the knife-scar short fuck. The short fuck stopped what he was doing, unfolded it, scanned it, then looked me up and down and spoke.
"You fucking live in Oedang-dong?"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
"Alright, work hard. Hyung'll look out for you."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
Living in Oedang-dong must've rubbed him wrong because he threw a double curse, but it didn't sound particularly mean.
I'd only known the bastard one day, but this guy had a rag stuffed in his mouth—curses that would be insults from anyone else were just normal conversation for him.
"Eaten?"
"Not yet, hyung-nim."
Dongpal-hyungnim, who'd been listening, cut in.
"Feed the kid."
"Yes, hyung-nim."
The rag-mouthed short fuck gave the order and Dongpal-hyungnim picked up the cordless, called somewhere, said "One pork set," and hung up without waiting for an answer.
I was gonna eat mackerel today, but this fucker just orders whatever his cock feels like.
Still, I didn't have the rank to ask them to change the order, so I just stood next to Jeonghun with my mouth zipped.
Beep~~~~~~~~~~~ beep~~~~~~~~~~~ beep~~~~~~~~~
Out of nowhere an alarm screamed like it was trying to blow out my eardrums.
"Ah, this fucking bitch!! Hey, go get that fucking bitch, that dog-like cunt!"
"Yes, hyung-nim."
It was Hyojin.
The day manager who'd been listening walked over, hit the round button in the corner, and the elevator started moving. The doors opened a moment later.
"Hello~"
"Hyojin, come here a second."
The day manager shot over like lightning, met Hyojin, and brought her to the counter.
"Didn't I tell you to only ring it once?"
"I'm sorry, oppa…"
"When I say it nicely you should listen, right?"
"…I'm sorry."
"Only once."
"Yes…"
"Only ring it once, got it?"
"Yes… I'm sorry."
"Only once, huh?"
"…"
The double-curse energy from a second ago was completely gone. The 160-centimeter short fuck dropped his voice low, stared Hyojin down, and spoke with a full solemn face.
Hyojin couldn't even look him in the eye. She kept her head bowed and answered like she was about to cry.
No curses, no violence, but Hyojin clearly got the message.
"Get ready."
"Yes…"
Hyojin disappeared toward the girls' waiting room with her head down and weak steps.
A little later the pork set arrived. I planted myself on the sofa next to the hallway door so I could scan the faces of the pussies coming in for their shift and started eating.
The alarm beeped again and the day manager ran over to hit the round button once more.
"Hello~"
Two girls stepped out of the elevator. Ones I'd never seen before.
The second their faces hit my eyes my pupils blew wide and the strength drained from the hand holding my spoon.
There was a goddess who looked like she belonged on Outstar walking toward me with the corners of her mouth slightly lifted.
The pussy next to her didn't even register.
Compared to the Outstar bitch, the one beside her looked pathetic.
Like a saint had descended, a soft aura was pouring off the Outstar girl's body.
Pretty tall, long straight black hair, a high nose bridge, soft pink lipstick that made you want to kiss her, and especially those eyes—sex just dripped from them.
Her skin was overall white and looked incredibly smooth.
Ivory short-sleeve T-shirt and light brown slacks—she looked slim and her body was ridiculous just from a glance.
Waist cinched in, chest and ass sticking out just the right amount.
Legs long enough she could've been a model.
The Outstar girl and the bitch next to her spotted me, gave a little eye greeting, and vanished straight into the girls' waiting room.
"The tall one's Kkotnim, the small one's Miho, hyung-nim."
Jeonghun came over and whispered it right into my ear.
So the Outstar bitch was that fucking Kkotnim.
Yesterday when reservation calls came in and I checked the memos after typing the numbers, every other pussy got ignored—only Kkotnim's regulars kept coming up. That was the Outstar girl who'd just walked past.
I felt my cock throb hard.
I had to fuck that bitch no matter what.
I shoveled the pork set and made the vow solid.