The True Beginning of Service (2)
"Yoo Min-seo, Choi Tae-yeon, Jeong Ga-eun—to room 2."
"Our turn now, huh? Fighting, little sis! Don't worry too much—sis will lead the way."
"Yes, Min-seo unnie. Please take good care of me, Tae-yeon unnie too."
"Yeah, just don't get too tense."
No more words were needed. Once we stepped into the room, we'd each be fully focused on our assigned guests—left, middle, right—in the order we were called. Leaning on anyone else was out of the question from the start. My unnies knew that better than anyone, which was why they held back their words despite the anxiety on my face, letting me overcome my nerves on my own.
I took a deep breath inwardly—whoosh—and stepped out of the lounge with them.
During my first service, I hadn't known much and the whole thing had been so sudden that I hadn't felt this level of tension. But now? I knew too much, yet I hadn't actually seen it for myself, so the closer we got to the room, the more an extreme wave of dread crashed over me.
Somehow matching my unnies' steps, we arrived at the door in no time. All that was left was to open it, and the real service would begin.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to steel myself one last time, when Tae-yeon unnie grabbed both my shoulders firmly and stared straight into my eyes.
"Jeong Ga-eun, snap out of it. We're not going to die in there. We're going to make money."
"Y-Yes... Whoosh... Sorry for worrying you. I think I'm calm now. Thanks, unnie. Let's go in."
"No? You're not calm at all right now. Tell me straight if you still can't do it. We can still back out. Worst case, we call Su-jin unnie over."
Seeing Tae-yeon unnie keep her calm gaze locked on mine, refusing to look away despite my forced bravado, finally cleared my head a bit. This wasn't a door I had to force open just to prove something.
Maybe getting a bit more training from Eomo...
But as my anxiety swelled uncontrollably and my resolve began to waver—Fuck... Get it together, Jeong Ga-eun. How long are you going to keep denying this? How long are you going to act so selfish?
A reason I could never back down, no matter what, flashed in my mind. At the very least, until I could proudly hold my daughter in my arms, I couldn't lose—not even if the guest was Heo Jin-woo's father. That was the last excuse for a mother who hadn't fulfilled even the bare minimum of her duties, for someone as ugly as me.
"H-Hah, over something like this. Unnie, open the door quick. The guests are waiting."
"Huh? Uh... yeah, opening it now..."
The door, which had felt like the gateway to hell just moments ago, swung open far too easily. Compared to the weight of the conscience I'd abandoned, it was light as a feather.
9.
The moment we entered, three middle-aged men of ordinary appearance sat on separate sofas arranged in a broken arrow formation. They lounged arrogantly, their eyes sweeping over Min-seo unnie and Tae-yeon unnie first with familiar leers before widening in shock when they landed on me.
"Whoa... Now that's a proper one. Jeong-su, you sit there."
"Where's that gonna happen, hyungnim? Even if you cover the room fee, I ain't switching. Look at those tits on her. She's the type you don't know when she'll quit."
The guy in the middle with the slightly balding head seemed to be the senior. Usually, the highest-ranking guest sat in the center, so the ace girl would be assigned there too... but Su-jin unnie had probably put newbie me at the end out of consideration. Sitting in the middle meant handling all three men's hands...
After giving them a moment to ogle, I bowed my head slightly forward, one hand lightly covering my cleavage as I greeted them. A pose more suited to an actress on a red carpet than a lounge girl... but with this outfit, I had no choice if I didn't want the nursing pads to show.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Jeong Ga-eun, the new girl. I'll get the table set up right away."
For a lounge girl, just name, looks, and title were enough—no need for more intros.
We sat in the alternating order—guest-girl-guest-girl-guest-girl—and quickly finished the familiar table setup.
"I'll pour the first round since I'm the new one. That okay with everyone?"
With a voice laced with a bit of aegyo, the guests immediately grinned wide. My unnies winked too—it seemed like a solid start.
I poured into the ice-filled glasses, wiped the condensation from my partner's glass with a napkin, and the real service began.
What followed was a perfectly ordinary First reception, making my earlier worries seem unfounded. The guests, who started by asking about me, were mildly surprised by my Hunter Academy past and cheered at my age of 22.
In the warm atmosphere, I nodded eagerly along to their words while my partner casually stroked my breasts and thighs like he was savoring them. Following Eomo's lessons—not too easy, not too stone-cold—I sometimes subtly pushed his hand away, other times pressing my chest closer to say "a little more is okay." I let out soft, needy sounds without full moans.
Guests who grabbed too hard or went straight for the goods could be blacklisted at the girl's discretion, so thankfully my partner—who seemed to have some First experience—didn't cross that line.
As they got nicely buzzed, rotation time approached, and we prepped to move to the next room.
"Hng... Oh, that's too deep! Don't be too sad, Jeong-su oppa. We'll see each other again soon."
"Hoo... Hah, hey."
My partner's eyes, visibly drunk, held a hint of danger.
This is the kind of gaze I'll have to get used to now.
"Yes? But we have to go soon—can you tell me next time, oppa? I'll be looking forward to it!"
"Hah... Whatever. What's your second round price."
"Ung... You know our place doesn't do seconds..."
"Cut the crap and name your price, Ga-eun-ah."
"This is totally my first time doing this kinda thing... I haven't thought about seconds yet. Sorry, oppa."
"Ha, you little bitch. Do I look broke? I'm asking your price. Don't you know what happens when whores play hard to get—"
His eyes were wide open. Not the eyes of someone thinking straight.
Thankfully, the guy next to me intervened.
"Enough, Jeong-su. You're wasted."
"No, hyungnim! This bitch is straight-up ignoring me—"
"Hah, this fucker... What are you doing? Get out now. You dumbass, don't cry later when you're blacklisted—"
We barely escaped his grasp and left the room. Tae-yeon unnie tapped my arm.
"Our maknae did great. Handled it calmly..."
"Heh... Right? That level of asshole is easy~"
"But maknae, you know some of it was your fault, right?"
"Huh? My fault?"
"Guess you didn't notice... Maknae, you know people get drunk faster when they're excited?"
"Yeah, I know that. But isn't that unavoidable?"
"Sure, what guy wouldn't get excited seeing those tits? But that's not it—this girl... You were chugging like booze doesn't faze you, so your partner matched your pace and ended up like that in 20 minutes..."
"Ah? Oh... Yeah, that makes sense..."
"Good, you get it. Let's head to the next room."
Listening to her advice, I proceeded more cautiously, and thankfully, no more incidents like that happened.
We safely completed the full rotation and returned to the first room. I tried to keep a straight face, but Min-seo unnie spoke first.
"Ga-eun-ah. You know that last guy wasn't even a real asshole, right? Never let it show."
"Yes, unnie. Thanks for worrying. But really, don't worry about me."
"Yeah... Okay. You did great for a newbie, maknae. Let's go."
Inside, thankfully, were three middle-aged guys too wasted to think straight. I matched their energy as best I could—singing along when they suddenly belted out a song, shaking the tambourine beside them.
About 10 minutes in, as their vibe started dipping, club music blasted from the speakers. Following protocol, I stood right up, syncing with my unnies' lead in a sultry dance.
Then my ugly-faced partner yelled loudly.
"Jeong Ga-eun! Between you two... whose tits are bigger... Yeah, you! Yoo Min-seo! You two, hold hands tight and rub your tits together."
Min-seo unnie's face said, This is nothing. Me? No real mental resistance, and it hadn't been long enough for milk to build up anyway, so I grabbed her hand and rubbed away.
"Uhhoo... You fucking bitches... Right there between... Hah... Hey, you two."
His voice strained with barely contained excitement. Min-seo unnie replied first.
"Yes? Anything else?"
"Rub your faces in there too. How much?"
Min-seo unnie actually pondered it seriously. Me? I racked my brain for a way to refuse.
No way. It'll smell.
No visible leakage, but definitely some on the pads. Nose-deep? He'd notice for sure.
I whispered desperately to Min-seo unnie, whose hand I gripped tight. Our chests were already pressed together, so the guests wouldn't hear.
"Unnie... Unnie! This one's really too much for me..."
"Huh? No, why? He's not even skimping on tips..."
"Still, unnie! Can't you help me out just this once?"
"Hmm... Fine, whatever. Gotta cover for our maknae on her first day."
"Phew... Thanks so much, unnie. I'll buy you a meal sometime."
Just as I relaxed—my now-hated partner shouted.
"500! Fuck, Jeong Ga-eun! One minute rubbing, 250 each. Refuse this and you're done for tonight. I'll spread the word—"
"We'll do it!"
Min-seo unnie yelled as if forgetting what she'd just said to me.
What? 500? Is this old man insane...
But it was an amount we couldn't refuse. Face in tits for 250? Even I had to nod.
"Uh... Yeah, I'm good... Just go easy, please."
With both agreeing, Jeong-su ajusshi jumped up and approached us, still chest-to-chest.
"Hah... You expensive bitch... Act all high-class, but you're just a whore. Sniiiiif—"
He shoved his arms under both our breasts from below, lifting them to press his face tight and inhale. That pervy act... Min-seo unnie and I had to fight not to grimace.
"—Haaaa... Jeong Ga-eun, what the hell is this? Smells like baby formula from those tits? Must be 'cause you're a blooming college girl... Fucking addictive."
"M-Maybe 'cause our chests were touching so long, we sweated a lot... And I put some lotion on today—"
Suddenly, Jeong-su ajusshi slapped my upper chest, damp with sweat and his spit.
"Ha, these tits charging 500... You two got lucky today."
"Hup... You can't do that!"
"Don't yap, you milk cow. Trying to scam 250 for free, you crazy bitch."
"You never said you'd hit—"
"Th-Thank you, oppas! Rotation time now. I'll tell the manager about the tip. Have a safe night! We had so much fun too. What are you doing, Ga-eun-ah? Let's go!"
As I started heating up, Min-seo unnie cut in, grabbed my hand, and bolted from the room.
"Maknae, never snap at a guest in front of them—it's always your loss. If it's unfair, don't confront the guest; tell the manager oppas. Got it?"
"Y-Yeah, I get it, unnie. Sorry... Keep needing your help."
"First day—it's normal. You're doing great, so don't get down. Forget it and next room. I'll make sure that guy's blacklisted."
Thankfully, nothing worse happened for the next week. Not until now, before seeing the VIP female hunter who arrived in a mask, sunglasses, and hat pulled low.