The True Start of Hospitality (5)
At that moment, the path my brain chose was escape. I couldn't believe any of this was real. It felt like a hazy, sorrowful dream I'd just barely woken from.
No, am I still dreaming...
After over an hour of sheer terror of death, I'd just felt a pleasure so intense it chilled me to the bone. I couldn't comprehend my own actions. The fact that I'd squeezed my own breasts in front of a total stranger—a client at a hostess bar no less—and sprayed out breast milk... it was utterly unbelievable.
"Ha, what a disgusting bitch."
A voice so cold it made my skin crawl rang out, and Lee Seo-yoon's shoe pressed down on my breast. Then, with deliberate force, she ground it in.
"Hngh...!"
Even in this state, pleasure hit me first. Clearly, I wasn't in a normal condition right now. The only silver lining was that there was no more milk left to come out.
"You even popped out a kid already? Who's the daddy—one of those two?"
As she spoke, her foot shifted from my breast to my lower abdomen. I could feel the threat: one wrong move, and she'd stomp down hard.
"Ha, this is pathetic. You don't even know? You crazy slut—"
"N-no... that's not it... It was Heo Jin-woo... I'm sure of it..."
"Then why the hell are you working in a dump like this when you've got that hotshot boyfriend? You two have the most revolting tastes."
This wasn't a situation where I could talk back, but I couldn't keep my mouth shut at that.
"What?! No, absolutely not. Heo Jin-woo, that bastard ran off and abandoned me... And I had debts... I had no choice... Hngh... sob..."
By the time I finished, tears were streaming down my face without me realizing. It was one of the things Eomo had drilled into me: never cry in front of customers.
"Ha, what kind of bullshit is that? Ugh, my head hurts."
Thankfully, Lee Seo-yoon lifted her foot off me and removed my blindfold. Seeing her expression, it seemed even this psycho had a shred of empathy—she looked a little hesitant after hearing my story.
"I came here to relieve stress, and now I'm stuck listening to sob stories? Ha... Hey, where's your kid right now? Don't tell me she's home alone."
"No... I left her with some trustworthy adults for now."
"How much debt exactly?"
Was she thinking of paying it off? For the heir of Two Moon Life, it might just be pocket change.
Thank goodness I felt no self-loathing anymore at the thought of begging. That was my job, after all...
"It's... a bit over 10 billion won. But the interest alone is 2 million every month..."
"10 billion... that's a fuckton. What are you staring at me like that for, whore? I don't have money, you heartless bitch."
"Y-yes...?"
It slipped out before I knew it.
I wasn't staring that blatantly...
I'd just hoped, maybe...
And a chaebol heir saying they had no money? Come on.
"Why the hell would Mom and Dad's money be mine? I don't touch a single won from those bastards anymore. That's why I'm slaving away unpaid, no staff or anything. I only come here because Eun-seo unnie asked me to."
I thought no staff was for image control? But still, an A-rank healer with no money...?
"H-heh... I didn't mean for you to pay it off."
I'd harbored a tiny hope, sure, but I hadn't lost my conscience enough to beg from someone who claimed to be broke...
"Well, it's not like I couldn't afford to hire you. Want to work at my place?"
She seemed genuinely willing to help, in her own way. The atmosphere had softened a bit after hearing my situation—thank goodness.
But what did she mean by hiring me...?
"Um... I need to pay off the debt fast, so unless it's more than what I make at First, sponsorship might be tough..."
Getting sponsored by a woman sounded like a dream, but someone broke wouldn't shell out 5 million a month...
"What? I told you I have no money. All those ads I shoot go straight to hospital upkeep—where would I get cash to sponsor a whore like you?"
"Then why hire me...?"
"Obviously as a sandbag. I'm swamped; I can't come to First every day. Your pay? I'll get it from Eun-seo unnie in exchange for not showing up here. Sound good?"
Did that really just come out of a person's mouth?
I'd forgotten for a moment in the warmer vibe, but this woman had beaten every girl at First half to death before.
And the grossest part? I couldn't flat-out refuse her offer.
"Um... so what about hours and pay...?"
"Pfft, hours my ass. Before I head to work in the morning, and after I get off at night. Around 6 a.m. and 9 p.m.? Money... I get about 3 million from Eun-seo unnie once a month for doing her favors, so half that?"
"Half? 1.5 million?"
It was too much to turn down.
Just take a quick beating before my Coupang shift and before First. Plus, I'd get healing right away, obviously...
"S-sounds good to me. But why so much...?"
"You'll find out after getting hit today."
I couldn't keep up with this woman's conversational flow. If I could, I'd crack open her skull and peek inside.
Why is she so obsessed with hitting people...?
"Anyway, try it today and decide. Shall we get started?"
With that, Lee Seo-yoon blindfolded me again. Knowing I had to endure for extra income made it easier than the first time.
Yeah... it's not like it'll kill me, right? For bringing Seo-yeon home before Yoon gets too big—
"Kuhk!"
Before I could brace myself, her kick slammed into my gut. Then came the barrage: her unrestrained, indiscriminate blows.
"I, fuck, huh? My time ability stamina, all ground down for service, fuck, no matter how much I beat them, they whine about the healing hurting, why can't you fully cure it, you fucking bullshit, how many fucking years do I have to do this crap?"
Pain like something bursting inside spread through my body in an instant. My organs felt twisted. The sensation swirled from deep in my abdomen, tangling my guts, shifting them to places they shouldn't be. It felt like my breath was cut off.
Dizziness and nausea surged up from the agony in my gut. I hugged my head with my arms, curling into a ball instinctively. My knees went slack too, leaving me in an awkward half-fetal position.
Lee Seo-yoon's voice in my ears smeared like spilled paint.
"And fuck, why in a shithole like this, of all places, do I run into an unwed mother, why you, you filthy rag of a bitch, why, fuck, hngh..."
She wasn't speaking so much as vomiting words. Nothing got through, but I could feel it was the voice of someone already broken.
"Mom and Dad, scheming to sell me off like a whore somehow, trying to swallow the company I slaved over, why do all these fucked-up things keep happening to me?"
Thankfully, once she started using her heal ability mid-beating, the pain dulled. Treating so many people solo must have specialized her in pain reduction.
"At first, it was all 'thank you, thank you,' but now? I'm not some free whore handing out heals—it's their right? Stuck in traffic for 10 minutes late, and the bitching never ends, fuck, you think the same, don't you, slut?"
"N-no—kuhk, no, mmph—nooo...!"
"Don't fucking lie. Probably not to my face, huh? Guess what I heard today? 'My dick hurts; maybe touching your tits will fix it,' fucking bullshit, fuck, if I could, I'd heal while stomping this place, huh? Burst it open."
"Mmmph—y-yes, you're right... hngh...!"
That sensation again. Endless, irresistible pleasure flooding my brain. This time, mingled with pain, it scrambled my thoughts completely.
"Fucking slut getting wet again, disgusting. I hate horny guys and sluts like you the most, shaking your ass like whores, fucking revolting."
"Hiiik... yes... please stop, stop now...!"
"Don't you dare order me around, bitch. I'm not doing this shit to take commands from bottom-feeding trash like you."
Thankfully, the violence resumed, bringing only pain. Better than pleasure mixed in.
After what felt like forever, Lee Seo-yoon finally tired out and slumped back on the sofa, lighting a cigarette.
"Whew. So, how was it? At home, I'll heal from the start. Don't want your mind breaking first—that'd be a waste. And it'll be half this long per day."
"I'll do it, definitely... I'll do it."
1.5 million a month covered almost all the interest. Way too much for just 5 minutes a day. For a mom letting her daughter grow up without grandparents, it was laughably light punishment.