Chapter 52
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon's Farewell Party
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"Come on in."
"Whoa, this place is seriously nice."
Kwak Young-cheol's father, Kwak Tae-chon, wasn't your typical gangster.
He had foreseen the state's crackdown on organized crime intensifying back in the heyday of gangsters in the '80s.
An elite mobster, he'd thrown himself into diversifying and legitimizing his businesses.
The Japanese yakuza were a perfect example, weren't they?
Thanks to that, he'd expanded into used car lots, motels, food factories—legit operations mostly—and now he was a man of considerable wealth. His son, Kwak Young-cheol, was reaping the benefits in spades.
But roots were roots—a gangster through and through.
Besides the above-board ventures, his deep-rooted booze and women trades remained steady moneymakers.
This room salon, chosen as the dinner spot, was one such shady enterprise. He'd recently gifted it to Kwak Young-cheol as his health declined further.
The used car lot guys trickled in right on time, gathering in small groups. Oh Da-hye was, of course, absent.
"Boss, here's a housewarming gift..."
"What the hell, put that away."
"But still..."
"Hey, you think I'm some thug shaking down my employees?"
Kwak Young-cheol might've looked like the poster boy for a model gangster, but no one dared call him out on it.
He was too damn scary.
"So, dinner in a private room tonight... we calling girls too?"
Yoon Young-su, who fancied himself Kwak Young-cheol's right-hand man, asked with barely concealed excitement. Kwak Young-cheol grinned.
"Girls? Tonight's Na-yeon's farewell party. Why call others?"
"Ah... right."
Kwak Young-cheol licked his thick lips, eyeing the men's disappointed faces with a lecherous smirk.
"With Seo Na-yeon here, who needs room bunnies? Heh heh. Tonight's your last farewell bash with her, right?"
What other paths could Seo Na-yeon have taken after her husband Kang Tae-gu got locked up—besides the current one of being Kwak Young-cheol's plaything?
A regular office job? She'd be fired quick. Even if she stuck it out, she'd quit from sheer boredom.
She loved money but had zero work ethic.
She probably wouldn't last the tedium, hardship, and low pay of a normal gig. High odds she'd go for:
1. Office girl.
2. Room girl.
3. Cam girl BJ.
Number 3 offered the biggest bucks, but her caveman-level computer illiteracy was a massive barrier.
Desperate for cash, options 1 or 2 were likeliest.
And Seo Na-yeon figured those were her only plays anyway.
If not for Kwak Young-cheol's "sponsorship."
That's why she'd gritted her teeth through his pervy antics—figuring she'd end up a hooker anyway for similar cash.
Why she couldn't outright refuse his latest weird pitch.
"Na-yeon, last night with the crew tonight. How about we go all out?"
"Huh? Like how?"
"One-day room bunny trial. Play the bar girl."
She wanted to ask how that counted as "fun," but he'd already scripted the whole farewell party.
Her opinion didn't matter anyway.
Even if she'd said no, he'd bulldoze through.
Kwak Young-cheol and the youngest employee, Lee Jin-ho, led her to the basement room girl lounge.
A woman in her late thirties greeted them.
"Hello, boss."
"Yeah. Introduce yourselves, kids. This is Manager Jung."
"Ah, hello..."
Manager Jung was a retired room girl who oversaw the girls here.
"Manager Jung, this is the Seo Na-yeon I mentioned. Dress her up hot for tonight."
"Yes, boss. Wow... but Na-yeon, your body's too killer. Wanna work our rooms? You'd rake in insane TC fees."
"Nah, she's becoming my personal secretary. Too good for room bunny duty."
"Ah, that 'personal secretary' gig, heh heh."
"Anyway, get her ready. Na-yeon, oppa's heading up. Change into what Madam gives you and come."
"Okay... oppa."
"Jin-ho, stay and bring her up when she's set."
"Got it... boss."
Once Kwak Young-cheol left, Manager Jung and a few lounging room girls approached Seo Na-yeon. All sported heavy makeup visible in dim light and outfits baring their figures.
"Unnie, this the one? Boss Kwak's pet dog?"
"Hey, don't say pet dog to a stranger."
"What's it matter? She's not working here. Cum dumpster then?"
"Crazy bitch, shut up and work."
Manager Jung shooed them, but the room girls—having heard rumors—eyed her like merchandise, whispering.
"Whoa, check that ass. Fucking huge."
"No way... surgery?"
"How do you even surgically make that?"
"Hip jobs are a thing now, right?"
Without Kwak's sponsorship, this could've been her gig. Seo Na-yeon shrank under the tough room girls' vibe.
Sexually open, sure—but she didn't know how to hang with women. Back in her delinquent days, it was mostly guys.
Manager Jung scanned her figure, impressed.
"Girl, you'd boot Hwa-yeon as ace here. God... hip size?"
"Uh... 43 inches?"
"Fuck. Half-American or something?"
"No, not that..."
"At this level? Easy 20 mil a month."
Her current "sponsor fee" was 10 mil monthly, plus extras from blowing the crew.
20 mil?
"For real...?"
"Yeah. Tempting? More than Boss Kwak."
"Nah, unnie. Sponsor's easier gig. Kwak's a perv, but beats drunk asshole customers daily. Better tied to one guy."
"What, jealous? Don't worry, he won't let her go anyway."
"You know Boss Kwak well?"
"Ah... hoho... he's been 'young master' here since before taking over a month ago. Daddy owned it, so he sampled every girl. If you're a room girl here, you've slept with him once. Even I got him at 20."
"Really...?"
"Yeah. Thinks this is his harem. Good tips make it okay. But he's filthy in bed—lots hate it. Tough handling him?"
"Ah... well..."
Memories from the used car lot flashed: Thought he just wanted a hookup at first, but he'd groomed her into a sponsor slut. Then office sex. Then no-panties rule. Then threesomes as "guest man" bait...
Before she knew, daytime vibrator orgasms...
Then snowballing—company fucktoy for all to grope.
Pre-sponsor, she was horny and open... but these months? Terrifying speed, zero input from her.
Snap to: always Kwak's way, more depraved, toy-like.
Would he stop here?
Seeing Madam Jung's "outfit," Seo Na-yeon knew: no.
"Okay, strip and try this."
Lee Jin-ho waited behind, but Madam casually ordered her to undress here—like routine.
"Here? No changing room?"
"What, shy now? Just change."
Seo Na-yeon glanced at Jin-ho—face beet red. Twenty-three, fresh out of the army. She'd never gone all the way with him.
Shy guy—only snuck thigh/ass grabs during group play.
Stripping bare before this innocent? Her crotch tingled.
'Crazy... here?'
Three weeks as crew toy—halted when son Hyun-seong joined. But those three...
Summoned anytime, pussy probed regardless, forced climaxes galore.
Truth? Not all bad.
Started shameful, painful... but later? Last week, secretly thrilled by office humiliation.
Pavlov's Na-yeon: crew sight = dripping.
Pretended hate, but it was her slutty core.
Savoring Jin-ho's heated gaze, she shed her office look—basically lingerie anyway—down to thin thong.
"Whoa, artwork. Age? Twenty-three? Four?"
"I'm... thirty-one."
Korean age sounded old, so real age—but still shocked them.
"No way? Lying? Insane."
"Wait, she's the unnie? Holy shit."
"Baby face. Skin's flawless."
Room girls swarmed again, fussing, copping sneaky ass feels.
"Fuck, ass is firm. Unnie's nuts."
Embarrassed but flattered, her lips twitched up.
Madam Jung handed over "clothes"—a scrap of fabric.
"Boss Kwak's request."
Seo Na-yeon tried it...
"...This it?"
"Yeah. That perv."
It was skin-tight see-through micro dress.
Not even micro—half her ass hung out.