Reserving the Ace +8
Sister? "Yes, sir?"
"Yeah... I'd like to make a reservation... Is the +8 special available?"
"One moment, sir..."
"Okay."
A brief silence stretches out as I take a deep drag from my cigarette and exhale into the air.
One second feels like a year.
"Sir, we can't do it right now... How about 2 PM?"
"Yeah, 2 PM works."
"Where'd you hear about us?"
"Tangdori... That's 210,000 won, right?"
"Yes, sir. I'll text you the address, so call when you arrive... You've got plenty of time, so I'll call you 30 minutes before."
"Okay... Any chance for a 90-minute two-shot?"
"Sorry, sir... Only one-hour sessions, max three girls... You're the last slot."
"Got it... Give me a call."
I hang up, squat down, and stub out my cigarette.
Phone clock says 11:05 now.
Fuck, I waited in line early to book this shit...
They start bookings at 11, so I called right on the dot. But every time it was busy—took ten tries to finally connect.
By then, slots were gone, and now I'm stuck waiting three hours.
+8 special... The ace bitch of this joint, and the one I suspect is my blood sister.
I figured it was her from the start and tried booking, but kept striking out. Cross-checked profiles for high-end pussy like +3, +4, +5, visited rooms—but they were all shit.
To meet my sister, I took a goddamn bus from Bundang to Ilsan, an hour and a half loop. This is my seventh time pulling this stunt.
I remember first spotting her here. About two weeks ago.
"Fuck, lost again."
"Dumbass, kekeke."
"Yo, let's grab food."
"Finish this first."
Long time since I met up with my ball-sack buddy, so I came to Ilsan. Lived in the same Bundang neighborhood back then, but we split when high school started. Saw him once in sophomore year—this is round two. We chat sometimes, though.
This prick hasn't changed. Heard he dropped college, lives off allowance, holes up in PC bangs. So we set the meet at one.
Five hours glued to seats, smashing games. Thought about eating here, but my ass was sweating, so I suggested heading out. Watch the prick finish his game, then we crawl outside together.
"Kimcheon or something?"
"Sure."
Kimcheon or PC bang—both shit anyway, but we went out for that eat-out vibe. Slam down pork cutlet and jjolmyeon sets, crawl back out.
Walk a bit, spot a bench, plop down side by side, quietly light up smokes.
"What you up to these days?"
"Just chilling, fucker."
Graduated high school, been bumming at home a year. No college plans, no thoughts at all.
Dad got stabbed in broad daylight by some random psycho last year. Decent earner—he left a shitty 30-pyeong apartment and about 100 million won.
Bummed aimlessly, then months later, shit started tightening. Side dishes changed first. Meals sucked, so as the house's only dick, I thought about supporting the family, spinning wheels.
Tried logistics unloading, delivery boy, convenience—quit every one after a day. Too shit. So I chased nobuse, bare-assed at home PC, grinding mobile game cheats for pocket change.
Then sis dropped college, started earning—family duty off my plate, back to bumming.
"Ain't it over a year now?"
"Once you start, wanna keep going. You?"
"Nothing... Thinking streamer."
"Games?"
"Yeah."
"Looked promising when I watched... Fuck, you're goddamn good."
"Kekeke, you're the only fan... Asshole."
Streamer shit reminds me of lil sis, fuck. Heard somewhere, couple months back she demanded PC build quote bullshit. Assembled enough to fix hers a few times, now she bosses me nonstop.
Fresh out high school like me—no college. "Study's trash anyway, big corps max—streamers make bank now." Practice streams face-hidden, cam on controller—hooked on cash then. Asked if she had money: "Borrow from sis," conned 300k, built high-spec (real cost 200k, pocketed 100). Dongpal would've fleeced 200.
She digs games too, does game streams—viewers around 30. Gets wrecked, glass mentality—one troll comment and she bawls. Rages constantly. Fucked bitch, basically.
"My lil sis streams too... Tough shit."
"Yeah, watched a few... Donated once."
"You think it's shit too?"
"Kinda..."
Yeah, fucker. Face okay maybe, but average. No mouth, sucks at games. Just gets bodied and quits.
"Gotta head in—bus makes it 6 PM."
"Already?"
"Yeah, maintenance today—no game, gotta rice-farm."
"Prick... Not pocket change?"
"Early days—miss now, it's trash... Hit you up soon."
"No choice, ping me."
"Yeah, fucker."
"Later, asshole."
One last smoke with the prick, split.
Fuck, bus taking forever.
Killing time at stop, 20 minutes no bus. One stop left...
Rush hour, packed. Gotta get home, jerk one out. Stare down the road, waiting. Finally, Bundang bus rolls up.
Bitches lining up like Vienna sausages to board. Hour-forty standing, fuck. Last in line.
Bus stops, doors open, they pile on one by one. Hurry up, cunts. Urging inside, then spot a familiar face in the pussy crowd.
Long straight hair, clothes she's wearing today... Even from afar, halo-glow stunner.
Sister?
"Not boarding?"
"Ah, one sec."
Spacing out, all ahead board—I'm last. Rush on, tap card, stand front as bus pulls out.
Grab handle, steady. Peek back down aisle: that sister-lookalike at rear, gripping handle, spinning.
Stare hard—definitely her. Fuck, what brings her here? Job around? Meeting friend?
Glance repeatedly—yep, sister. Kang Yun-seo, 23.
Passed 170cm in high school—taller now maybe. Ace student since kid, mom-clone face and body top-tier locally. Class topper shit not even comparable.
Dad stabbed months later, she suddenly dropped out. Been stuffing mom's mouth with 500k bundles monthly—eight months now. Claims job, won't say where. Just "study hard, you fucks."
Curious once, but 60 sheets monthly in my mouth killed that. Now spotting her in suspected work spot Ilsan. Fuck, brain spins on what to do.
Bus commute hour-forty each way... Too far? Round trip three hours. Sudden pity—eyes mist. Sucked her dry, sweet perfect sis.
Hated lil sis since kids, but sis I minded, obeyed. Pure face but feisty—says her piece. Kind usually, crosses line, headspace crushes.
Kid fights, overstep—dog-beaten, bawled. Hierarchy set, behaved—no beatings. Kissed ass, goodies rained. Sis's bro alone got feasts from dicks.
Loved sis. Snow-white skin, body kills any fit. Baggy tee + training pants to store—neighborhood dicks drool staring.
Sis idolized, respected by dick and pussy. Me too. Now she's ditched school, grinding cash. Fam clueless, uncaring. Mom/lil sis maybe, but I can't ignore. Gotta check her gig sometime. Looks normal job—quitting time exact.
Old fart front stands, I snag seat quick. Granny glares—I jam Bluetooth earbuds, arms cross, eyes shut. Ignores her bitching, tunes in music.
Passed my stop, one extra to avoid bump. Sis off previous. Smoke out, light up quiet, deep drag, exhale. Stroll home slow.
"Back?"
"Yeah, Mom?"
Door opens, entry—baggy tee, training pants, apron sis greets. Looks tasty even like that. Mom late-night wandering again.
"Late tonight."
"Yeah, food ready? Wash up and eat."
"Okay."
Crawl room, change training pants, out to living room. Lil sis door—shit bitch voice blasts ears.
"Ah! Fuck!"
Desk slam echoes. Knock? Nah, predictable. Ignore, shower. Jerk in shower? Nah, towel dry rough. Kitchen—sis set table, waiting.
"Yujin's?"
"Drag her?"
"Yeah."
Step to sis door. Ear to wood—FPS grinding, motor-mouth cursing, smashing keys/mouse. Phone check stream—no live. Fist power-knock. No answer. Again.
"What!"
"Food, fucker."
"Gotta eat."
Not at me—Discord bitches. Ignore to kitchen—door slams open, trotter bitch races past. Lil sis ass-planted, bowl half-gone. Possessed couldn't chow faster. Plop beside, quiet chopsticks. Glance sis slurping soup—I dig in. Minute-flat, trotter done, bolts room, slams door.