Even Sexual Labor Is Noble Labor
"Maybe this world isn't so bad after all?"
With that short reply as her parting words, she ducked her head down between my legs without a moment's hesitation.
Before long, the scrubber lady's big, wet mouth drew closer and closer to my straining shaft—
"Mmwah~."
"Ngh…!"
—and then, smooth as anything, her tongue slipped out and enveloped the head of my cock.
Wow. This is genuinely insane.
The feeling of a hot, soft mouth clamping down on my most sensitive spot and sucking was unbelievably, criminally good.
It was on a whole different level from the clumsy handjob-into-blowjob Kwon Yuri had given me yesterday.
"Chuu, ck…! How is it, sir? I do hope you're satisfied~."
"Ngh… I-It's amazing."
"Hehe, good. Then I suppose I should show you a little more of what I can do."
With one latex-gloved hand she gripped the base of my gel-slicked shaft firmly and began stroking up and down.
Her mouth rolled the tip of my cock around her tongue and sucked like a deranged vacuum cleaner, while her hand pumped and worked the shaft below. The combination was pure madness.
The cold slick of the gel and the smooth latex glove.
And at the end of it all, the molten heat of her mouth.
The pleasure produced by that insane overload of stimulation was more than enough to drive a man out of his mind.
"Mmm, slurp, ck…."
The sticky, tangled sounds of her saliva and the wet squeaking of the gel-coated glove rubbing against skin filled the scrubbing room.
Compared to the scrubber lady's effortless skill, I—an amateur with precious little experience—trembled at the waist atop the vinyl-covered bed.
And to think I'd already lost my virginity, that I'd done remarkably well for a first timer, too.
But apparently, in front of a professional, I was nothing more than a greenhorn.
"Ah, haah… L-Lady… seriously, it's so good…."
Her tongue work was so dazzling that every time her lips traveled up and down my shaft, a jolt of electricity shot straight up my spine.
And the view wasn't half bad either.
Every time her head bobbed back and forth as she buried her face between my legs and worked her mouth, the massive breasts inside her thin tank top swayed heavily, unable to contain their own weight.
Every time those enormous mounds of flesh brushed against and slapped the insides of my thighs, the overflowing urge to come climbed all the way up to my throat.
After sucking my soul clean out of me for a long while, she finally lifted her head, a long strand of sticky saliva dangling from her lips.
"Haah… hoo…."
Wiping the mixture of pre-cum and her own saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, she asked me with a sultry, smiling look in her eyes:
"So, sir. Which did you like better—my chest, or my hands?"
Panting and staring down at her in a daze, I answered without even one second of hesitation.
"Your chest."
Honestly, what man on earth would choose hands with a pair of huge, luscious breasts staring him in the face like that?
The urge to shove my cock between that massive cleavage right this instant and grind like crazy was almost painful in its sincerity.
At my shamelessly honest answer, the scrubber lady burst into delighted laughter.
"Oh my, men really are something. You're cute for being so honest, but hmm, what am I to do?"
"What? Why?"
"The chest is a privilege reserved for regulars. Come back next time and I'll use my chest for you. Today you'll have to settle for my hands."
She really was a merciless tease.
Seeing the disappointment on my face, she gave me a wicked wink, then squeezed out another generous dollop of massage gel and rubbed it thoroughly into both gloved palms.
"Now then, let's finish you off."
Her hands wrapped around my rigid shaft once more.
This time there was no mouth—this was a proper, full-service handjob using nothing but her two hands.
- Squeeeelch! Squelch! Squeeelch!
"Ngh…!"
"There, this feel all right?"
Thanks to the massage gel, the glove had become impossibly slick, gliding from the head of my cock all the way down to the base—gentle, yet with a crushing pressure.
As her strokes sped up faster and faster, my body drew taut like a bowstring.
"Ugh, um… L-Lady, wait a second."
"What is it? About to come already? Don't hold back—go ahead and let it all out."
Every time I writhed and twisted my hips helplessly, she leaned her upper body in even closer.
And quite naturally, her jiggling, voluptuous breasts began rubbing brazenly against my stomach and thighs.
The slickness of the cold gel, the springy pressure of the glove, and through it all the soft warmth of a woman's bare skin.
The moment every last stimulus crashed over me at once, my limit was suddenly staring me in the face.
"Ah, I'm gonna—I'm gonna come! I'm really coming, it's all…!"
The instant I squeezed my eyes shut and gasped out my warning, her furiously working hands stopped dead.
Then she pushed her face deep between my legs once more.
"Since I couldn't use my chest for you today, I'll take it all down nice and clean."
With that dirty whisper, her soft lips pressed against the very tip of my cock as lightly as a kiss.
That one tiny touch of her lips snapped the last fraying thread of my self-control clean through.
- Spuuuurt! Spurt!
"Ugh…!"
My whole body seized up as if electrocuted, and the hot load I'd been holding back erupted like lava.
She opened her mouth wide and caught every last drop of the white liquid spraying from my tip without spilling a single one.
"Mmm, mmmph…."
Without even the bob of a swallowing throat, she simply kept her lips sealed around me, obediently waiting until my orgasm had entirely finished.
At last the long, intense climax faded, and as I panted rough breaths, drenched in the afterglow, she slowly lifted her head above me.
When she parted her lips slightly, I saw it laid bare before my eyes: my dull, sticky cum pooled in a thick puddle across her red tongue.
After showing me that vulgar, obscenely arousing sight in perfect detail, she closed her eyes and swallowed it all down.
- Gulp.
"Haah…."
Having gulped down that entire load in one go, she lasciviously licked up the last traces left around her mouth with her tongue.
Still dazed, I remembered how Yuri had struggled and gagged when she'd been forced to swallow yesterday, and asked carefully:
"Hey, um… are you okay? Wasn't it really bitter?"
At my question, she smiled sweetly and peeled the latex gloves off her hands with a flick.
"I'm fine. Normally I can't stand the taste of a man and refuse to swallow on principle, but yours is surprisingly mild and sweet. Quite palatable, actually."
"Oh, r-really? That's a relief."
"Hehe. Then I'll wrap things up for you, so just lie back and relax."
This woman was determined to drive me insane right up to the very end.
Once the flawless, ecstatic service was over, the scrubber lady reverted to an ordinary, consummate professional, as if all that lewd business had never happened.
Lathering up a soft towel, she scrubbed every nook and cranny of my body clean, then even washed my hair, treating me to a cool, refreshing scalp massage along the way.
"All done. Thank you for your patronage."
"Ah, yes. Thank you. It was honestly incredible."
"Come again. Next time I'll use my chest, just like I promised."
Her cheerful laughter and farewell followed me out the door of the scrubbing room.
Even standing under the shower, rinsing the last of the soap off my body, I could hardly believe everything that had just happened was real and not some fever dream.
Wow, this is insane. These anomalies are on a whole other scale from what I imagined.
Women harbored blind affection toward me, and this was a world where receiving a service like that from a young woman at the bathhouse was simply the way things were.
Humming to myself, I toweled off and stepped out into the changing room to get dressed.
The moment I'd toweled my hair dry, I pulled my smartphone straight out of the locker where I'd stashed it.
Priority number one was reporting the mind-blowing situation I'd just experienced and banking those points.
Opening the anomaly report app with practiced ease, I typed into the chat window.
[Just found a new one.]
[There's a young female scrubber stationed in the men's bath at the public bathhouse, and massage services bordering on sexual acts are carried out there completely matter-of-factly.]
[My guess is that, like the bathhouses of ancient Rome, the moral sensibilities and common sense around sex have been entirely liberalized.]
The moment I sent the message, a welcome system notification popped up on my screen.
New anomaly report has been registered.
Analyzing….
Analysis complete. A report on an Altered Common Sense anomaly has been received.
You will be awarded 10 Points as compensation.
Anomaly: Sexual labor, too, is noble work steeped in sweat and honest toil.
This phenomenon is a broad, society-wide Altered Common Sense anomaly.
Would you like to hear a detailed explanation?
Excellent. Another 10 points earned today.
Combined with the points I'd gotten yesterday, I might finally have enough to start browsing the shop for abilities worth buying.
That said, I couldn't help feeling the chatbot's explanations were more detailed and courteous than yesterday's.
I could roughly guess what it was getting at, but curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to hear the rest of the explanation.
Reading through the chatbot's helpful explanation, I let out a hollow laugh.
So, in other words, this kind of act was no longer wrong, and had become a perfectly ordinary, unremarkable part of the world?
Only now did the words that voluptuous scrubber lady had said earlier click into place completely.
"It's not just about being pretty, you know. That's how this world works. If you don't come out of a good department at a good university, it's hard to land a good gig in this line of work either."
Right—since sexual labor was now regarded like any ordinary profession, it naturally followed that university departments had sprung up to help people get hired at better establishments.
Exactly as it is with production workers at some no-name factory versus production workers at a world-class manufacturing plant—entirely different leagues.
So even in this filthy, depravedly arousing world of ours, Korea's uniquely vicious academic-caste common sense had survived intact and unshaken.
If that isn't a genuine anomaly, what the hell is?
Graduate from a good university, and you get to perform sexual labor at a better place, huh….
How on earth did elite universities even teach and prepare students for that sort of thing?
Did they run practical skills assessments, or had entire departments dedicated to professional sexual service sprung up?
I wanted to ask about the scale of this massive anomaly, but the AI flatly refused to budge, saying it couldn't disclose anything until I had investigated and reported it myself.
Elite universities, huh. Like I have any way of looking into that right now.
It wasn't as if someone on academic leave from a third-rate college like me had a wide circle of prestigious university acquaintances lying around.
I was tilting my head, glaring at my smartphone screen, when—
- Buzz!
A message notification slid in at the top of the screen with a short vibration.
Who's texting at this hour?
The only people who ever contacted me were my convenience store manager and spam bots.
A text from the manager would mean a genuine emergency, so naturally assuming it was spam, I opened it—only to tilt my head in confusion.
The message that had suddenly landed on my phone was a startling text from a startlingly unexpected person.
What the hell is this?