Slow Days and Shady Schemes
"Sit down..."
"Yeah..."
I start to get up but sit back down at Ji-an's words.
The big burly guy comes in with Ji-an.
It's already the third day without a single customer.
The big guy and Ji-an perch on the edge of the bed, lighting up cigarettes.
I sit up a bit, open the bottom drawer of the three-tiered dresser, pull out a cigarette, light it, and settle back into the chair.
"Calls have been slow lately, huh? Must be boring."
"Huh? Oh... not really, just a little..."
"I've only managed two myself... Guess it's the off-season."
Ji-an's at least gotten two customers. Lucky her.
"Too many new spots around here... You can really see the customers dropping off. Can't keep going like this."
"You've had zero for three days straight, right? Not a single one."
"Yeah..."
Truth be told, I'm starting to feel a bit anxious.
Can't keep this up...
Four months...
Just grind out one year and get out. Scrape by with a regular part-time gig till graduation.
Then land a job, forget this place ever existed.
Things went too smoothly at first.
"That's why I'm saying... You still thinking about doing profile pics?"
"Huh?"
Profile pics...
I know about them from the ones Ji-an showed me.
Taking shots in embarrassing poses, super explicit ones...
They mosaic your face, but it still didn't sit right with me.
What if... someone recognizes me anyway?
I don't want any trace of working here.
"Honestly, it's such a waste not to... No need for a studio—even a few selfies would land you three a day easy."
"Yeah, I held off at first too, but customers dried up... Bit the bullet, took some, and boom—they poured in."
"Yeah... but still... it's kinda..."
It just doesn't appeal.
Do I really need to post those pics where anyone can see?
Or maybe... I'm overthinking it.
Ji-an and the other girls here didn't exactly want to take them.
Money.
Cash.
"Sigh... Think about it seriously this time. I'm more worried about you going empty than me..."
"Yeah, the manager's stressing 'cause you're commuting from far and wasting whole days... He's looking out for you."
"Yeah... I'll think it over and let you know. Sorry."
I stand up and bow politely to the big guy.
"Whoa, no need for that... It's quiet, so just chill. Oh, and here—bet you're hungry, order something."
"Sweet! Thanks, manager!"
"You don't have to..."
The big guy hands Ji-an a few bills, waves, and heads out.
I sit back down.
"Hey, whatcha wanna eat?"
"How can you just take it like that?"
"What's the big deal? We're the ones keeping him fed... This cash is basically ours anyway."
"You... seriously."
"Tteokbokki? Chicken feet? Throw in a bottle of soju... Hehe."
"Ha... Can't say no to you."
Ji-an grabs her phone and taps away.
"Got cheese tteokbokki, plus fritters and sundae... Gonna be delicious."
"Ji-an, do I really need profile pics?"
"Not absolutely, but I'm saying this for your sake since you're struggling... Tons of guys won't even look without pics."
"Right?"
I figure that's true even without her saying.
The difference between having pics and not...
Most guys pick based on photos.
"No rush to decide—take your time. But it'd be way better for you... looking like that."
"Jeez... Compliment or insult?"
"Totally a compliment! Real talk, even a pic of you just sitting in that chair would have guys fighting to book you."
No way.
Really...?
Just a clothed shot sitting here?
"Joking or not, that sounds off..."
"Then try uploading one... Giggle... If you don't get three a day after, I'll eat my hand. Or change my name?"
"You psycho bitch."
We're chatting when a knock suddenly echoes.
Ji-an gets up, opens the door, and comes back with a bag full of food. Delivery's here.
"You ordered booze too?"
"Yup. Quiet night—let's eat, chill, then head out. When else?"
I open the bag: big container, three soju bottles, sealed disposables.
I sigh without thinking and plop on the floor to help unpack.
Still, scarfing tteokbokki with Ji-an and knocking back soju brings back old times—feels good.
"Ha... Military guys must be busy lately... Haven't seen any."
"Why?"
"They fuck different, y'know? Stamina... Told you before? That soldier who pounded for an hour straight... Keeps coming to mind."
"You and that story again?"
"You wouldn't get it—you haven't had one... You take young guys now, right? Any good ones?"
"What? How do I even... Even with friends..."
"Playing coy again... Forgot already how you gushed about that floppy dick? You were the one spilling."
"Hehe... Was I? Pour another... Might spill if you do."
"Yes, ma'am! Coming right up~?"
Ji-an fills a paper cup to the brim with soju.
"Too much..."
"Chug it and talk... It's fun, hehe."
"You too..."
I lift the cup, sip half—goes down weirdly easy. End up downing it all.
"Whoa... You can drink! Ma'am, wanna hit a good spot?"
"Hehe... Nah, you're skin and bones—couldn't keep up... Gotta be more like this to tag along~"
I clasp my hands, jiggle them up and down without thinking.
Ji-an stares, then cracks up hard.
"Damn, booze hits and you're worse than me? How'd you hold it in all this time?"
"Dunno... Just happened... Day after day with customers..."
She laughs forever, then fixates somewhere, staring hard.
"Hey, isn't that...?"
"Huh? What's what?"
I look where she's gazing.
Hard to see...
Closer: faint white stain on the bed frame corner.
Oldish, yellowed.
Ji-an glances around, stands.
"Here too... Hehe. Semen stains, right?"
"What?"
"Yup, over there... And here... How the hell did it splatter everywhere...?"
My face burns.
That...
From that fat customer recently...
First time last month, I think...
Comes two-three times a week now...
In this room...
Chatting with him, I touched it a bit...
Then boom—he blew.
Splattered my face...
Hair...
Lips...
He apologized like crazy...
I soothed him, said it's fine...
Cleaned it up...
But traces lingered...
Ha...
This job—crazy shit happens...
Memories flood back...
He's regular now, grateful for that...
Easy for me...
Not great though...
Any recent customers I liked?
Nope...
Guys my age just grunt solo...
Older ones...
Wait...
Cleaning the wardrobe...
Tangled with Min-woo...
That feeling...
Just a moment, but...
Didn't even see, but...
Really...
Huge looking...
So hot...
Hard...
What.
What am I thinking?
Crazy?
No, hey.
Kang Yun-seo.
What the fuck are you thinking?
Prostituting, a little drunk, and now Min-woo this, that?
You... crazy bitch.
You're nuts.
But...
But...
Really...
Bigger than anything I've seen...
That thing pressing from Min-woo's belly...
Glanced when he stood...
No.
Crazy bitch.
No.
You're losing it.
Losing it for real!
"You okay?"
"Huh? Yeah... nothing."
"Shaking your head like a maniac..."
"Ha... Nah... Booze got to me."
"Thinking dick? Face is red. Hehe..."
"I said no!"
"Why snap suddenly? Makes it weirder."
"Ah... Sorry, just..."
Blame the booze.
Sober up—no more thoughts like that.
Never again.
"Let's drink. Pour another."
"Yeah..."
Back to my spot, take Ji-an's pour.
Ha... Was soju always this good?
Down it in one, pour her one back.
No more dick talk from her—we chat bullshit, kill time.
Sun's dipping outside.
"Hey, time to wrap up... Night shift's coming."
"Yeah... I'll tidy and head out. Meet at the entrance."
"Wash your face... You drank a ton."
"Yeah..."
Ji-an bags the trash, hauls it out.
Try to stand—still dizzy.
Hand on wall, finally up, prep to leave.
'Fucking bitch, it's past 7 and she's just crawling out now.'
It's already early evening.
The pig bastard and Ji-an slunk in at 3—the pig was out in under 10 minutes.
But Ji-an didn't budge, then delivery kid came and went.
Bet she badmouthed my sister behind her back, scheming to squeeze something out of her.
From rooftop chats, they're pushing hard for profile pics.
But sidelining sis for three days? Fucking pigs.
Ji-an's not heading to the elevator—lingers mid-hall, making a call.
"Rooftop? Got it, heading up."
Hangs up, bitch rounds the corner, gone.
Rooftop, huh?
Looks like she's linking up with the pig to plot more backstabbing.
As her blood brother's little bro, can't just watch.
Tail her.
Peek at elevator—stops at 16.
Hit up button, wait.
Skips my 9th, hits 7th, heads up again.
Doors open—pig bastard's reflection.
Fuck.
Oh, this prick doesn't know me?
Don't board.
Luckily, no suspicion—doors close as he doesn't see intent.
Pig gets off at 16 too.
Hit up again, wait—doors open, empty. Good.
16th, wait—starts moving.
Doors part: rooftop garden straight ahead.
Creep out, hunt the bitches.
Early evening—decent crowd up here.
No empty benches...
Where?
Scan around.
Ah, there.
Pig and Ji-an squatting in the corner, sharing a smoke.
Tough approach...
But two pussies on the bench back-to-back with those fuckers.
Steel myself, slide onto the bench corner casual-like.
The pussy next to me scoots tight to her friend, opens space.
Ugly cunts, but manners.
Pull a smoke, light quiet.
Then tilt head back, ear in.
"You ask?"
"Nah, that's all from earlier... But she'll cave soon."
"Soon? Could bail too."
"Don't nag... Wait a bit more, yeah? Few more days sidelined, she'll bring it up."
"Fuck, hope she doesn't flake."
"No way, can't quit... Too scared for other interviews? I brought her here..."
"Hooked her up, bumped her pay two notches... Huh? You know that's impossible with your looks."
What the fuck...
More bullshit piling in.
This cunt lured my sis into selling pussy as a "friend."
Not enough—pocketed kickbacks for pimping her out.
Then sidelines her?
That whore...
"Yeah... So she listens to you... Few more days, okay?"
"Ha... Fuck, two days max... Then straight-up talk."
"Yeah... Little longer... If not, I'll handle it."
"Fine... Gotta check night shift—head out. Show tomorrow."
"Yeah... G'night, oppa."
Pig brushes past my bench, into elevator, gone.
"Premature punk-ass bitch... Hack—ptui!"
What the hell?
Fuck... The more I know, the worse.
Coos baby voice with pig around—spits curses once gone.
Hocks a loogie...
"Ah~ fuck, bitch just needs one pic and it's done, what a pain... Fucking eager slut..."
That about sis?
Fucking bitch? Eager slut?
No, this cunt...
The fuck...
Fists clench on instinct.
Imagine grabbing her skull, yeeting off the roof.
Suppress rage full force.
Ji-an passes my bench.
Duck quick.
Doesn't spot, struts to elevator, gone.
Stand, light another quiet.
Fuck... Stumbled on a secret I shouldn't know.
Last rooftop eavesdrop, plotted how to fuck her over...
This convo's beyond imagination.
Not content luring innocent sis to whore out—pocketed kickbacks too...
Calls pig premature...
Most shocking: double-dipping on sis like a bro.
Eager slut? Fucking bitch?
That cunt... Gotta smash first.
Put her on same level as fucking blood sis—whichever pussy first, devour.
Wait.
Calm.
Everything till now—wild bullshit for the big picture: fucking sis.
Can't fuck up the mission for one cunt.
Sacrifice pawn for king.
That's the mindset.
But can't let her slide...
Think...
Per her words, sis won't crawl to another spot selling pussy.
But she pimped sis for kickbacks.
Bumped pay two...
Means sis went from 10 to 12 bills per pop.
Since pimping her.
Flip it: sis quits, what happens to her bumped pay?
From her cursing sis—same boat.
She can't quit either.
Sis sells here, she clocks in for the bump.
She quits, drags sis? Beggar prices elsewhere.
Pussy Friday sales.
Even if drags— no guarantee on pay bump.
Sis can't quit, nor her...
Yeah, you cunt...
Path clearing...
Easiest way?
This dick splits your pussy till it gapes.
Ammo plenty...
5-hour marathon, 10 loads—mind breaks.
Imprint dick flavor deep.
Tell her I'm here to fuck sis? Won't snitch.
Snitch? Pay drops two, used pussy blowout sale.
Sis bolts if she knows.
Pig won't keep loose-end cunt.
Plus, normal pounding hooks 'em on dick.
Wait, Ji-an.
You fucking bitch.