The Officetel Stakeout and Noona's Secret Confirmed
I know all about it because I've been going to drain my balls once a month using the 600k and rice money Noona shoves into my mouth every month.
Especially the neighborhood officetels—I conquered them all and got blacklisted across the board.
Because my dick's too big.
I measured it with a ruler out of boredom, and from the base of my balls to the tip of my cockhead, it's exactly 20 centimeters.
The girth is thick enough that a toilet paper roll won't fit around it.
Go to an officetel with this monster, pound away hard, and boom—phone call comes in with them spewing bullshit, or they straight-up ignore bookings afterward.
At first, I had no clue, but when it kept happening at the next spot, and the one after that, I caught on.
My dick's the problem.
One time at a local officetel, I booked a 90-minute two-shot and hammered away—her pussy rolled back her eyes and she passed out.
Foaming at the mouth and everything.
Scared the shit out of me, so I called the booking number, and the manager bitch came running.
She shoved me outside, checked on the girl's pussy, then crawled out with a grave face.
The pussy I fucked was torn up, and the boss lady ripped into me for a long-ass time about how I shouldn't come to places like this.
After that spot, my phone number must've gotten shared because no officetel would book me anymore.
Every place I tried blacklisted me; I could only hit up road shops with their doors open wide while passing by.
I'm that fucking experienced, so this building where Noona works, the suspicious vibes, dudes coming and going every hour.
The lies she told while eating dinner at home.
Plug in "officetel girl," and it fits perfectly.
No need to hide it, but she said she commutes to some Gangnam company and came all the way to Ilsan—suspicious as fuck from the start.
Plus, this 23-year-old pussy who didn't even graduate college shoves 500k into Mom's mouth every month and gives me 600k pocket money.
If she had a normal job, that'd be bullshit money.
Even if her looks are top-tier enough for fitting model gigs, it's still way too much.
And 560k probably isn't even her full monthly take.
She needs spending money for herself, plus pussy maintenance costs a ton, so she must be pulling at least 700k a month.
Possible if she's an officetel girl.
Then it all clicks: shoving 500k into Mom, 600k into me, lying her ass off to commute to Ilsan.
Every piece snaps right into place.
Thoughts sorted, I slowly get up, shove another cig in my mouth, and quietly light it.
Check my phone—SNS app notification's up.
This account's lasted forever without getting banned.
Open the app: DM waiting.
Hmm... who the fuck is this.
I've sent dick pics to more than one or two.
I do 300 squats and 300 push-ups daily to keep my body in basic shape.
After getting blacklisted from every local joint, my backup plan was SNS pussy hunting.
Not a full gym rat, but even I think my body's decent enough looking in the mirror.
Dick certified by the spots around here, so I had confidence.
Made an SNS account, profile pic my cock.
When reeling in a tasty-looking sect slut, I'd send a full-body shot from the neck down with my dick rock-hard.
Same pics to bitches who DM'd impressed by the profile cock.
Led to meets sometimes, and I'd fuck some pussy here and there.
Main targets: early 20s to mid-40s.
Right between little sis and Mom's age range.
Fuck 20-somethings thinking of little sis and noona; over 30s, I picture Mom while pounding.
"Fuck, can't remember."
Click the DM sender's profile.
Ah, this bitch.
Sect slut I hooked up with about a week ago—plays mom-son incest roleplay, offlines focused on that.
Said if I sent a pic kneeling, hands behind head, cock fully exposed, we could meet.
Tried the pose alone in my room, door locked—too humiliating, no pic.
Sent my usual neck-down full-body with dick hard instead.
Wasn't expecting much, but reply after a week.
Reply casually and focus on Noona shit.
Pocket the phone and head into the officetel.
Hit the elevator, press 11.
Vibration in my pocket.
Check: reply from the sect slut.
Elevator dings open; pocket the phone.
Eyeing carefully, head to the emergency stairs.
Good—no door opens at 1106, Noona's spot.
Plop down on the stairwell steps, pull out phone.
Sect slut sends her Kakao ID.
Not the usual one—secured version.
Pocket the phone.
Got Kakao now—head home, jerk off while chatting her up.
Not here.
Phone clock: 3 PM.
About time she wraps up.
"Catch you later, Noona."
Pig-slaughter squeal and the door opens.
Quick—hug the stairwell wall, peek out.
The porker from before waddles out, belly jiggling, waving backward.
Slim pussy's hand waves from the door too.
Sudden thud—porker flips ass-over-head.
The slim hand's owner dashes out—it's Noona.
Fucking bitch...
Not the pink blouse and slacks from morning commute.
White dress with black stripes slashed across—thighs fully visible.
Noona grabs the flipped porker's hands, hauls him up.
He braces the wall, struggles to stand.
Noona dusts off his shitty back.
Then turns away.
Duck my head quick.
Door shuts soon after.
Fuck, almost busted.
Don't wanna imagine it, but if Noona's really an officetel whore, she just pressed her pussy against that porker's dick and fucked.
Grip my shaking red cig, squat ass-back on the stairs.
Another cig break.
Already three dickheads in and out of 1106 hourly.
Fucking bitch, why do that shit?
With looks like hers, just snag a sugar daddy.
One full-body SNS pic and rich fucks would drop a mil monthly—spread pussy twice a week.
Easy money for a showbiz slut like her.
Sudden footsteps descending from upper stairs.
Bolt downstairs quick.
Fuck, no need to run—like I'm guilty.
Footsteps stop at 11.
Peek from 10th stairwell—no one's coming down.
Door opens.
Probably a 11th-floor resident.
Climb back up.
Door shuts, footsteps from the recent descender approach.
Dash to 10 again.
Steps halt, rustling sounds.
Then tapping friction noises.
Steps fade away.
Once gone, back to 11.
That guy's headed up.
What the fuck was that weirdo doing.
1106 door still shut tight.
Squat ass-back on stairs again.
*
"Fucking bitch, when's she coming out."
Almost 5, but since the 3 PM porker crawled out, no more dickheads to 1106.
No sign of Noona emerging either.
Only dick traffic to the hot bitch next door.
Probably an officetel whore too.
Ass numb, stand up.
Knock out 100 light squats.
One... two... three... four... five...
"Fuck, sweaty now."
100 done, squat ass-back on stairs.
Sudden door open.
Hug wall, peek.
Noona shutting 1106 door.
Pink blouse, pink slacks.
Same as morning commute.
Heading home.
Eye her hot ass till corner, wait till gone.
Then tail slowly.
No other bitches or bastards in/out of 1106 except those three dickheads.
If no one entering and just dicks or pussies crawling out, might not suspect officetel whore.
But now? Overflowing proof Noona's the whore.
At elevator, watch floors.
Stops at 1.
Hit down—comes back up.
Definitely exiting building.
Ride to 1, exit officetel.
Shove cig in mouth, light quietly.
Deep drag, exhale to sky.
Slow steps to bus stop.