And Sometimes I Use Sex-Jet for Hookups Too
“Oh. The last client is a full package, huh?”
“Seems like it. Went through the whole menu in one go—first time in a waxing shop, maybe?”
Jeong Han-ah looked over the checklist for the last customer and smiled with quiet satisfaction.
Whether it was his first time or not didn’t really matter; the more she charged per session, the more money she took home.
“That guy isn’t a pain in the ass, is he?”
At the owner’s words, Jeong Han-ah let out a sigh.
“Exactly. This isn’t some pseudo-sex venue.”
Most of Han-ah’s clients were men, but among them were always a few who weren’t here for waxing at all.
Men who, once the waxing was done, would expect her to take care of their already-throbbing cocks as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Not even big enough to make up for it. Tch.
For Han-ah, a cock had to be at least seventeen centimeters long before it was worth noticing.
Even more important than length, though, was hardness.
No matter how long it was, if it went soft in your hand, what was the point? It had to be sturdy—something that could slam in deep and tear at you on the way.
Of course, men like that weren’t exactly easy to come by, so she made do with the rest.
“Exactly. I’ll rest in the owner’s office, then. Let me know when you’re done.”
“Yes~ Please rest up~ It’ll probably take a while.”
Once the owner went into the office, Han-ah leaned back in her chair and went limp.
No doubt she was calling some boyfriend. Or no—was she doing phone sex? Maybe a video call?
“Now that I think about it, didn’t she call her boyfriend over and have sex in the room last time? The owner’s pretty shameless, honestly.”
And yet the one actually enjoying real sex in the waxing shop, not pseudo-anything, was the owner herself.
She also changed men so often that in the two years Han-ah had worked here, she’d seen a good dozen different male faces come through.
A sex buddy would be better. Dating and replacing them is just a headache.
Ding-dong.
“Welcome!”
“I made a reservation today. Song Hoon.”
“Ah! Yes! I’m Jeong Han-ah! This way, please~”
Han-ah scanned Song Hoon the instant he stepped in.
Hmm. Not bad. Face, proportions—both good.
He was upper-tier among the customers she’d seen that day. She had a feeling the finish was going to be very good.
If she had a choice, waxing a man who looked delicious only made sense, didn’t it?
“Is this your first time getting waxed?”
“Yes.”
“Then please come this way.”
She guided Song Hoon to the assigned room and continued her explanation with a friendly smile.
“Please take off your clothes and hang them up, shower in the washroom, then press the call bell and lie down with a towel covering your body. Normally we provide a gown, but you chose the underarm and back-of-neck areas as well, so…”
“Understood.”
Once Han-ah left, Song Hoon stripped and started washing himself with the provided tools in the makeshift shower stall.
“He looks better in person than in the photo.”
She clearly felt the waxing specialist’s gaze sizing him up like merchandise.
“I wonder if she’ll bite. Or not.”
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Ding—
Yeah. He should be getting off soon. Drinks? Hmm… maybe. But I don’t know exactly what time I’ll be done. Wait a little longer.
The alarm sounded in the room, and Han-ah finished sending her text before standing up.
“Hmm… Is that the only one?”
She got a reply right away, but didn’t bother checking it. Just in case.
Once work was over, she planned to toss out feelers to the other guys too. If that didn’t work out, she’d settle for a drink.
Of course, not sex. He still fell way short of her standards for getting her legs open.
Knock, knock.
“I’m co—”
When Jeong Han-ah stepped into the room, she swallowed the rest of the word and gulped dryly at the sight of the man lying there.
That’s… not even erect?
Dangling below the head of the man lying there was a long, swinging thing that hit her right in the face.
Definitely flaccid. No—if anything, maybe half-hard, but still huge.
And hard. Hard enough that, even while limp, it looked like it should have been swaying, yet it stood there stubbornly, almost upright.
“This is how I’m supposed to lie down, right?”
“Ah, yes!”
His chest and stomach were covered with a bath towel, but even so, there were things it couldn’t hide.
The soundproof door clicked shut. It had been installed to muffle any screams from especially sensitive clients, but at the same time it created excellent conditions for sex.
Unless someone was shrieking at the top of their lungs, almost nothing could be heard outside.
“I’ll start with the eyebrows.”
Snick— snick—
She trimmed his brows with the eyebrow razor.
All the while, Han-ah’s gaze kept drifting downward.
Not a twitch from the cock.
Am I not turning him on?
Usually, the moment she walked in, a man’s cock would slip free of all control and start showing off.
But this man’s didn’t move at all.
She wanted to wax that forest down right away.
And she wanted to see that cock throbbing and straining, regardless of what his brain thought about it.
How much bigger would it get?
How hard would it be?
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After waxing his underarms, she finally reached the part she’d been waiting for all along: the lower body.
“Please lie facedown.”
When the man rolled over, she applied powder and cream to his ass and carefully removed the hair one strand at a time with sugaring.
It should have stung, but he didn’t even twitch. Not even a groan.
“Please roll over again.”
He turned back over.
Gulp.
Han-ah swallowed dryly.
A truly lush thicket. And in the center, standing tall like a lone tree—his cock.
“I’ll start now. It might sting a little.”
“Yes.”
First, she tidied the untrimmed grass, then applied more cream and began pulling it away.
Slowly. Slowly. Casually.
She deliberately slowed her hands.
“Could you spread your legs a little?”
As she watched Song Hoon’s cock harden in real time, Han-ah felt heat flooding between her own legs.
Once the hair removal started around the shaft, the thing had immediately started to rise, throbbing.
God… it’s enormous.
Not just enormous—long enough that if you wrapped both hands around it, the tip would still stick out.
No, that wasn’t even the problem.
It was hard. Harder than hard. So intensely throbbing that it wasn’t standing straight up toward the ceiling so much as leaning forward at about forty-five degrees, like it was begging to be touched.
“May I ask what you do for work? With a body like that, are you an athlete?”
Amid the awkward silence and the waxing work, Han-ah finally asked the question that had been gnawing at her.
She was curious about this man. What the hell did he do?
And in this very moment, was he really only thinking about getting waxed?
“Well. My job’s a secret, but…”
“Ah, sorry if that’s private.”
“I can tell you what I usually do instead. I’m on Sex-Jet sometimes doing things like sex-jet.”
Song Hoon smirked at Han-ah’s flushed face and at the way her gaze kept slipping toward his cock, like she might pounce on it any second, and lobbed the bait straight at her.
“Sex-jet…?”
She knew what it was, of course. But suddenly bringing up Sex-Jet?
“I shoot videos. Upload them. Do Sex-Jet. Spend my time like that. My job’s still a secret, though.”
“Ah…”
Han-ah lightly wiped away the pre-cum beading from the cock that was standing there, bobbing and leaking like it might fall over from excitement, and felt the rigid heat of it through the tissue.
Insane…
It didn’t feel like flesh at all. It felt more like a hard, hot dildo—something so unreal she could barely believe it existed.
She kept swallowing dryly. A man’s waxing session wasn’t just about the hair around the cock, after all.
She had to remove every last hair, from the balls down to the finest little strands, with tweezers.
“I’m sure the ladies love it.”
A strange tension hung in the air.
“Love it? More like they go crazy for it.”
Song Hoon pulled up his Sex-Jet account and showed it to her.
“Eep.”
The raw, explicit screen made Han-ah’s hand tense around the tools.
“Not just love it—they practically lose their minds. Hahaha.”
Song Hoon was almost certain she’d already been hooked. All that was left was the physical side.
When he lifted the cock slightly to check the underside of the balls—
Han-ah felt like her mind was about to fly out of her skull.
She just wanted to take it in her mouth, or grab it and shake it a little.
And then shove it deep inside her cunt.
“Ah, come to think of it, can I film the waxing process? It’d be funny if I uploaded it.”
“I don’t mind if you film it, but my face…”
“Hey. Basic etiquette. If you watch the video, not a single face is shown.”
Song Hoon hit record and started filming Han-ah in the middle of waxing.
The enormous throbbing cock, the precum leaking from the head, Han-ah in her gloves, and the forest of hair steadily disappearing.
“You must have seen a lot of male cocks as a waxer. How about giving mine a review?”
He kept prodding her, again and again. Why? Because Han-ah wasn’t resisting. If anything, she was responding positively.
“Customer… if we’re talking about the package, I’ve been waxing for over four years, and yours is definitely the best thing I’ve ever seen…”
“Oh? Really? I’m honored. First place among all those cocks, huh? What part, exactly?”
Embarrassment made her stumble over her words. Maybe because she was talking like this while filming. It almost felt like she was shooting porn.
“The length is part of it, but the hardness too… There are plenty of soft ones, but this is solid. Really solid. And the thickness…”
The closer she got to finishing, the more restless Han-ah felt.
“Yeah… Who wouldn’t feel that way…”
The strength that sprang back the instant you touched it. That angle. That hardness.
Everything about it was so good it was making her crazy.
And then, when the waxing was finally done and the finishing touches began, Han-ah could no longer hold back Song Hoon’s erect cock, which was more solid, heavier, and bigger than anything she’d imagined.
“Hah.”
Without even realizing it. Purely by instinct.
She grabbed it with both hands.