First Day on the Job
"Then just let me know when you're ready."
"Yes, it'll take about 30 minutes."
The burly man gives a casual wave and steps out the door.
The moment the door clicks shut, Ji-an whips out a cigarette, sticks it between her lips, and lights up.
"You're really lucky, you know."
"Huh? Why?"
"'Cause you're a newbie... they usually gouge rookies hard. No one's walking in here for the first time and pulling 180,000 won like you."
"Cut the bullshit and give me a smoke too."
"Wait, you smoke?"
"You made me start."
Ji-an fishes out a cigarette and hands it over.
I'd thought about trying a few drags before, but held off since it's bad for your skin. I slip it between my lips.
Ji-an flicks her lighter and holds the flame to it.
I take a shallow puff.
"Cough..."
"Everyone hacks at first... gets better with practice... this job too..."
Yeah, prostitution will go numb eventually too. That's what scares me most.
"Taking customers is simple... just Kakao when one's coming in and when you're done... easy, right?"
My throat feels raw from the smoke.
"The cash goes straight to you... hold onto it and hit up the boss at the end of the day. We'll deduct your cut."
"Got it..."
"Everything else is the same... you've had a few boyfriends, right? Just treat 'em like that."
"Like that?"
"Yeah. Seat 'em, pour a drink, chat a bit... then fuck... that's it."
Fuck...
Sex...
I'd only ever called two guys boyfriends up to now.
The first was this high school fling...
Even kissing took forever—I got bored myself. Then winter break hit in our sophomore year, and we just drifted apart. Short fling anyway... no sex or anything.
The second was a guy I met through a blind date after starting college. Pretty handsome, good manners. I liked him right off the bat.
We kissed on a date drop-off at my place. He treated me better than I deserved, and I was into it. Weirdly, he never pushed for more. I'd mentally prepped for it, but he kept dragging his feet.
Then one date ends, and out of nowhere he asks if I wanna come to his place. That's when it hit me.
His voice trembled like crazy as he stared into my eyes, his own welling up. Oh, sex time.
He led me by the hand into his apartment. We awkwardly sipped tea and chatted. Time ticked by without touching the big topic.
Just hug her already, dumbass.
Screw this—I asked if he had any booze first. Leftover soju, so I poured shots to set the mood. Locked eyes with him.
He leaned in for a kiss. Pulled me into a hug, carried me to the bed, laid me down gentle. Hands groping my chest.
First time feeling a guy's touch there. He stripped me, sucked my tits like a maniac. Embarrassing as hell.
His hand slid to my most private spot. I clamped my legs shut on instinct, pushing him away.
Our eyes met. Another kiss, and my legs parted without thinking.
Grabbed his throbbing dick for the first time—scalding hot, scared me. This goes in there?
The second that red, writhing thing pushed inside... agony shattered my body. Hurt so bad I clung to him.
Moaning in pain, but he crushed me in his arms and pounded deep anyway. Felt hot spurts flooding me.
Finally over. Not a fond memory.
We dated about a year; he asked often after. I gave in, but it was first-time hell every round. Pain eased over time... but no pleasure.
Hanging with friends, sex talk came up a lot. Weekend pension fuckfests... beachside romps...
"Feels so good, like flying, totally addictive." Couldn't relate.
Am I broken? Friends talking that shit felt alien. Soon I bowed out of sex convos.
They'd pry about my boyfriend; I'd dodge. Then he went abroad for studies, we split naturally.
Months later, saw his new girl's pic on his Kakao profile. I let go easy too.
Eh, whatever. We lasted a while. Wasn't marriage material.
Just like my friends—short fling, breakup. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Worried about home again?"
"Huh? No."
"No need anymore... first day, so just three customers. Till you get comfy."
Three... 180 x 3 = 540. 540,000 won. Huge cash. For our family's situation.
"Got it. I'll do it."
"That's more like you. No biggie, relax."
"Phew..."
Chatting with Ji-an when she suddenly dials someone and stands.
"Gotta work now... hit that new cafe upfront after? Sounds good."
"Yeah, sure."
"I'm upstairs... need anything, holler. I'll show ya."
"Cool, see ya later."
Ji-an heads out. Alone now.
Right, Kakao. Open phone, search the ID she gave, add it. Contact here...
I pocket the phone and flop onto the bed. I'm really doing this—prostituting. Money makes it okay, I tell myself, but even I feel disgusted.
What if Min-woo, Yu-jin, Mom find out? Can't even imagine. They must never know.
Luckily, Ilsan’s far from home. Just be careful. Won’t last long anyway.
Grit a few months, save up. Pay off debt, give Min-woo and Yu-jin pocket money. Cover living costs too.
Yeah, Yun-seo... you got this.
Eyes drift shut.
Ah... what time is it?
Phone rings, jolting me awake. I bolt up and answer.
"Hello?"
"Napping? No reply so they called me."
"Ah... sorry."
"Knock twice when customer arrives, then open up."
"Got it."
I fix my hair and clothes. This outfit okay? Movies always had slutty stuff...
Sudden knock-knock. Deep breath, open the door.
"Hello."
A clean-cut guy in a suit, bit older. Light greeting, nerves jangling as I let him in.
Drink... drink first, right? Open fridge: corn drink, canned coffee, water. Which?
"Water okay?"
"Pardon? Sure."
Grab a bottle, hand it to him perched on the bed.
"Just like they said... nice to meet you."
"Uh? Yeah."
Just like they said. What'd he hear?
"No need to tense up... first day, right? Relax."
"Yeah..."
"Mind if I smoke?"
"Go ahead."
Hunt for ashtray, spot paper cup. Fill with water from sink, set by him.
"Standing like that makes me awkward... sit, please... oh, wait."
He pulls something from his jacket pocket, hands it over. Business card. Unfamiliar company, says CEO.
"You get it—no one hands these out at places like this... but I like you, so."
"Yeah..."
"Busy lately, but got a text saying must-see... figured what the hell, glad I came."
"Th-thanks..."
Thanks my ass. You got your eyeful too, huh?
He stubs the cig in the cup, stands. Sets watch and keys on table.
That... winged B logo... Bentley? Seen it somewhere. Costs billions...
Why's a guy driving that here?
"Gonna wash up."
"Okay..."
He heads to bathroom, shuts door. I perch on bed, eye the watch. Luxury too...
No time for this. Washing means... stripping after.
Going in, he just hung his coat. Coming out...
What am I doing? Signed up for this. Focus, Yun-seo.
Slap my cheeks. No escape now. Think of Min-woo, Yu-jin, Mom.
Yeah, no biggie. Done it before. Boyfriend fantasy. Ji-an said so.
Stand, strip tee and skinny jeans. Unhook bra behind back.
Fuu...
Hook thumbs in panties, slide down slow. Off with socks.
Where to put 'em?
Three-drawer dresser. Top: wet wipes, tissues. Middle too...
Bottom empty—fold neat, tuck in. Water stops in bathroom. Done showering?
Shut drawer, perch on bed corner. It's go time. No tension.
Door opens. He steps out buck naked, towel-drying, spots me, freezes, stares.
"Oh..."
His eyes rake my body. Familiar gaze...
Can't be helped... now.
I stand, approach. He stops drying, locks eyes, watches.
Up close, he hands me the towel. I dry him off. Toned from workouts. Swallow hard.
He steps closer, skin meets skin. Hot something pokes my belly.
His lips near, meet mine.
"Miss, you getting on?"
"Yes? Yeah."
Hurry onto the bus, tap my card. Crowded bus routine now. Grab strap, squeeze among commuters to work.
Fuck, she's not showing.
Forty minutes parked near sis's bus stop. Passed it, hopped on thinking she'd board next.
She's on this one or the one after. One passed, next ain't here. Wreck? Fuck.
Plan: tail her today, see which room she crawls into, book it. Narrowed to ten spots—cross-check one by one.
Text says go to her room? That's sis. Or bank balance fat anyway—scope rooms, drain dry.
There she is.
Duck for cover, just in case. Peer at back door. Yup, sis steps off.
Dressed tasty today too. Flouncy hem dress swaying as she descends.
Trail at distance, chill. Two tails under belt now. Spot elevator, dash after.
Up button—watch floors. 5... 9... stops. Elevator descends.
Straight to 9th, no stops. Today it's 9.
Board, hit 9. Door opens, quick-walk after. Round corner—end of hall, sis punching door code.
Near emergency exit too...
Door shuts. Stroll to it casual. 904...
Perfect spot—not too close. Crawl into stairwell by 901 emergency exit, squat on steps.
Eye scanned ten pussy lists' shop numbers. Prime suspect: +8 mod first, book that.
Phone app, hit booze site, double-check. Booking from 11...
Forty minutes left. Web novel time—incest smut to prime.
If sis today, ready to fuck. Preheat body.
Prepped epic BGM for finale: historical opener tracks. Phone loaded.
Text for 904? Eyes shut, blast majestic shit.
Like Taejong Lee Bang-won beheading half-bro, eating head.
Yi Seong-gye backstabbing lord, munching head.
Suyang Grand Prince ass-fucking nephew, head for dinner.
Mindset key: more than ever, ass-fuck sis raw.
Sis—family pillar, head honcho—backstab, ass-fuck, devour whole in one go.
That's the plan.
Dude wrote it horny as fuck today, you prick.
Last chap: creampie lil sis pussy end. Today: fuck lil sis in front of big sis.
Next? Dip dick in both pussies, threesome incoming.
Reading solo got me raging hard, fuck.
Phone clock: 10:59. Stare holes, wait 11.
11:00. Dial.
Fuck, busy.
Hang up, redial. Busy again.
Asshole... game on?
Dunno how many tries, clock past 11:10.
Redial. Connects this time. Pick up, fuck.
"Yes, boss?"
Fuck, finally connected. Wait your turn, you slut bitch.