The Sino-Korean Sisters
Ri Su-jin was a woman who placed the greatest value on intuition.
She was a graduate of the International Trade Department at Yanbian University.
In her hometown she had been treated as something of an elite, but—
More useful than logic was relying on intuition.
Even now Ri Su-jin could feel with her body that something was approaching.
“Unnie, the president of Goe Po Opi, Park, said he’s returning the installation fee. He’ll pay one hundred million won at once including the penalty.”
“Why?”
“Business customers have been increasing lately, and I hear there are signs that the neighbors are lodging complaints, so he’s going to close for a month and open at a better place again.”
“I smell something. That bastard.”
“Unnie?”
It all began with clients leaving.
A poipang near Juseong Station.
Nine Korean girls, four Sino-Koreans, and six Southeast Asian girls who were Korean but still clumsy in language while possessing AA-level visuals.
The Korean girls were just ordinary poipang women. The foreigners, however, were all women introduced by Ri Su-jin.
They had been valuable clients.
Now they were suddenly leaving.
“The neighbors are lodging complaints? What a ridiculous thing to say.”
Poipangs closing and shutting down was an extremely common occurrence…
But the timing was far too suspicious.
They had moved first against Sung-hyun, and their departure had been far too smooth, leaving her uneasy.
This was clearly a warning sign.
“Transmit that the poipang cannot be closed.”
“Unnie? The president, Park, was such a well-mannered customer. Can’t you let him go like that?”
“Leave one. The rest will follow. Just tell him to open the doors. If he wants to rest, give the girls a consolation bonus and tell them to take a week off.”
For now she had stifled it.
But right after, another signal came.
“Um, President Ri Su-jin. I’m suddenly worried, so I thought I’d call.”
One of the Korean men she had used as fake husbands for importing girls called.
She had already done three fake marriages. Each time she had paid a fixed fee for the fake wedding to a poipang girl.
Three times was already life’s end, so she had planned to cut him off, but now he was calling. Something felt off about him too.
“Worried?”
“The women I did the marriage registration with… Lang-hai, Su-yeon, Chun-hwa… Even if it was only on paper, I keep worrying lately. Are they doing well?”
“…….”
“At this point, where are they living and what are they doing. It’s been bothering me.”
It had been no trouble for Bu-je to pass on the news of former wives.
Because the poipang girls brought in through fake marriages were high-end ones.
They had worked stably for a long time, brought plenty of money to Ri Su-jin and the owners, and the girls themselves had been pleased.
It was heartwarming that he worried about his ex-wives, but Ri Su-jin let out a snort.
‘This isn’t a voluntary call. Never.’
She was ninety-nine percent sure he had called because of an uncomfortable inquiry from the Immigration Office and because he was worried.
Ri Su-jin answered vaguely and hung up.
After that, more signals continued to encourage her unease.
“Unnie. That bastard isn’t picking up. Maybe he got drunk and passed out?”
The contact of hers, a Thai broker she cherished, had gone silent.
“President Ri Su-jin! Do you remember ‘To’?” President, the Vietnamese girl you introduced. She went out yesterday afternoon saying she was going to the supermarket for a bit and hasn’t come back… Ahh. Today she was supposed to be called for only three teams. What are we going to do! We can’t send just one tight girl urgently!”
One of the Vietnamese girls working as a helper had suddenly gone missing.
“President. The National Tax Service sent something.”
In the afternoon, even an official notice from the National Tax Service Investigation Bureau had arrived.
From the title alone, it was no ordinary document.
『Request to Confirm Details of Donations and Cash Income Related to International Marriage Brokerage』
It asked for all cash income and expenditure over the past five years, the status of fees related to marriage brokerage, and all details of multi-cultural event sponsorships and their usage.
The wording was polite—‘request’—but the consequences of refusal were clear.
The sender was the National Tax Service. Even the Investigation Bureau.
“Those fucking bastards…”
The police, immigration, and National Tax Service were all moving against K-International Marriage at nearly the same time.
This could not be coincidence.
Only one organization could coordinate such a pincer operation: the NIS.
She already knew who had moved the NIS.
‘Joo Sung-hyun. No one else.’
No other human had been suspended from duty so suspiciously quickly.
Logically, it was an absurd suspicion.
A man with a sharp instinct might have seen through the business and reported it somewhere… but that would only make him noticeable to the NIS.
Still, the method was impossible unless Joo Sung-hyun was the illegitimate son of the current NIS director.
But Ri Su-jin had decided to trust her intuition.
No evidence, but the culprit was definitely Joo Sung-hyun.
The problem was how to deal with it.
She had only two choices.
Stay and fight, or run.
Before deciding, there was one person Ri Su-jin had to meet.
Her only family—her younger sister.
…
Annam Police Station. In front of the Civil Complaint Office, an in-house café.
“Unnie?”
Ri Su-min, Ri Su-jin’s younger sister, greeted her.
A serving police officer, ponytail, slender figure, uniform.
Even compared to the girls Ri Su-jin mediated, her looks were superior.
Of course, Ri Su-jin had never admired her sister that way.
The only younger sister she had taken with her when fleeing Yanbian.
They had seen each other that morning, but given the situation, she was even happier to see her now.
“Unnie. I only have ten minutes. Hurry.”
No manners, but no Sino-Korean accent. She had gone to high school in Korea.
“Su-min-ah.”
“Mm?”
“We came to Korea in 2013. Do you remember the day we unpacked our bags in Wonjuk-dong gosiwon?”
“Well… of course.”
Back then, the reality of being sisters had been pitiful.
Ri Su-jin had only listed her name in graduate school and scoured the country to secure capital for the business.
Ri Su-min had transferred into the second year of middle school.
Luckily, it was a city with a decent number of Sino-Korean students per class, so adaptation had been no great trouble, but she had no money in her pocket.
Still, things had slowly improved.
Thanks to Ri Su-jin’s relentless work.
“First I worked at a villa-style poipang. The broker told me. You’re lucky your looks are decent, so he sent you to a villa opi at least.”
“Sorry, but I don’t want to hear that story.”
“Just listen. Ungrateful little shit.”
“Sorry.”
At first it had been a low-to-mid range poipang.
There, Ri Su-jin had experienced all sorts of strange clients.
Men who demanded no condom and swung their dick around without explanation.
Men who were angry because she was Sino-Korean and there was no discount.
Even the manager had been a pathetic bastard.
Income had been minimum living expenses plus three hundred thousand won a month.
“Still, after we moved to Jungwang-dong, things got a bit better.”
She had learned work tricks, got used to dealing with managers, and no longer became prey.
Her body, however, had suffered.
Six days a week. Average 2.9 thrusts per day.
Record was six clients in a day. One of them had been unlimited option.
She had thought her pussy hurt, but she had even used up a tube of love gel in a single day, yet she never got tired of making money.
“The last one was Dongtan.”
“Unnie, wait… no. I’ll listen anyway.”
Her younger sister seemed to have noticed something too. She wasn’t completely unrelated to Ri Su-jin’s business.
When working in Dongtan, it had been essentially a personal poipang.
A small premium poipang that only took a few clients, but… the income had been similar to the Jungwang-dong days. She had raised the service level and therefore the price. With only one or two clients a day, she had used the spare time to steadily prepare the business.
What the business entailed…
An international marriage information company…
In reality, it was a prostitution hub.
She had originally planned to bring in poipang girls from the start, not just line up clients for Korean law.
Selling old, bald breadheads for a few pennies in return for Sino-Korean brides? That wasn’t worth the effort. She would make a living, but she wouldn’t rise. If she was satisfied with that little, then…
“Why would I sell my body to all those bastards?”
Thanks to having lived fiercely, Ri Su-jin was now living comfortably.
A prostitution broker who brought hundreds of girls a year through various routes and placed them in jobs in Annam, Siheung, Hwaseong, Suwon, and more…
She had forty-six outlets under her direct management, and for the past four years she had been approving openings and closings as needed.
Of course, she had earned a lot of money.
“Su-min-ah. Should I quit around here?”
It was possible because she had too much already.
Even if she liquidated everything as fast as possible, she could live comfortably for life, and with luck she could recover the properties she had parked in diversified assets. After that she would live in hiding, but at least she would have no money worries and could live luxuriously.
Ri Su-min’s expression stiffened in shock, but—
“If Unnie wants to quit, then do it.”
“Su-min-ah. It’s not just that I’m resting.”
“I know. I’ll follow you.”
“…You knew.”
“I supported the raid yesterday and an immigration officer kept glancing at me.”
It seemed her eyes had already been on her sister too.
It had been too fast. Thanks to that, she had been able to make her decision firmly.
Still, a lingering attachment, Ri Su-jin held her sister’s hand.
How she had raised her. The sister had been precious.
Next year in March, she was scheduled for promotion to police inspector. A girl whose looks and money were both impressive, treated as the flagship of multicultural police.
Unlike herself, she wouldn’t have to engage in disgusting work, and she could marry a good man.
‘Still, there’s no helping it.’
Thinking she had to finish things quickly for her sister’s sake, she had just been thinking that—
“But Unnie. If I run, can I really live safely?”
Her sister had asked worriedly.
Ri Su-jin could not deny that she had prepared very diligently.
Since the opponent was the NIS, some sacrifice would be necessary, but her own preparation had not been sloppy either.
She had a skill for importing poipang girls internationally.
But the moment she heard her sister’s question, a face appeared.
“…Joo Sung-hyun.”
“You said he was a strange man.”
It would have been possible to endure the NIS pressure for a while.
As long as they weren’t throwing everything at her from the NIS, she had planned to hang on for a month, sort out her base, and leave in the guise of an overseas trip.
After that, she had also planned to wrap herself in a nutritionally worthless target.
But Joo Sung-hyun was not the sort of man who would let her go.
She wanted to finish things right now, but… right now she had to resolve it cleanly and leave. It was not the time to provoke Joo Sung-hyun.
Quick escape first. She would wait for an opportunity later.
“Unnie. I’ll just die…”
“First secure safety.”
Accepting this, Ri Su-min nodded.
Ri Su-jin looked at her sister who followed her will with warmth.
In two weeks.
That was the time needed for her escape. The plan was already in place.
****
I wanted to fulfill my duty as an NIS informant.
Now I was loitering around the police station. Thanks to who-knows-what, I was suspended and had plenty of time.
Five twenty in the afternoon.
I saw 999 leaving with a strangely satisfied expression. Had she met her sister?
As soon as 999 left, I approached near the police station.
Annam Police Station Life Order Section Police Officer Ri Su-min, naturalized police officer of Sino-Korean origin. The younger sister of the two.
Today she was on night patrol duty, I had heard.
I wanted to check whether she would recognize me and what expression she would show.
Unfortunately, Ri Su-min passed right in front of me in the patrol car.
Still, there was gain.
I had confirmed her sister’s resolute face from earlier, and while the older police officer was driving, I had seen Ri Su-min sitting with arms crossed in the passenger seat, and I had confirmed her wristwatch was a one-million-two-hundred-thousand-won Lady Desert, and—
I had confirmed the number floating above her head.
(0 / 0 / -)
999’s younger sister was still a virgin.
It had been unexpected, but I had immediately found a way to use it anyway.
