"Uh...? S-Sis?"
The thing I fear most is losing my social standing. For twenty-three years, I'd meticulously built up my reputation and prestige. Growing up as the daughter of a wealthy family made it a substantial asset, you know?
So in the end, I agreed to work at the kiss room on the condition that I could wear a mask. Honestly, at first, I naively thought it was just kissing. 'They pay 120,000 won an hour just for kisses?' But back then, it didn't even strike me as weird. I mean, I had to press my lips against total strangers with the ugliest faces imaginable... Wasn't that worth the money? If anything, I thought they were underpaying.
'Ugh... the smell...' In reality, most kiss room customers are the type where even finding someone halfway decent-looking is a miracle. I still remember my first one vividly. A thirties porker in a checkered jacket and horn-rimmed glasses... Normally, a guy like that wouldn't even register as human to me. But in the end... I ended up giggling falsely, fawning over him insincerely, and letting that bespectacled pig pull me into his arms, forcing his saliva all over my mouth...
Eeeeeek!!! Just that alone made me want to quit on the spot.
"Haa... haa... Can I take off the mask?"
"Ah, no..."
"Poohee...! That's too much..."
"..."
"Then stick out your tongue for a deep kiss."
Poohee? I'd never met anyone who made piggish sounds like that in my life. And even after showering, the musky stench rising from his fat folds... His face was still covered in acne at that age... For someone like me who'd never wanted for anything, it was a total shock.
So yeah, I thought 120,000 won an hour was too low... But I was wrong.
'Yeon-woo, that customer from earlier filed a complaint... Says you're wearing a mask and won't even give a handjob.'
'What...? Boss, you said no sex, that we didn't have to do it...'
'Hmm... True. No sex, but handjobs are pretty much mandatory.'
'Whaaat...?!'
'...Hah, think about it. You think guys are satisfied with just kisses? Why are you so innocent? Huh?'
'...'
'You're 120,000-won-an-hour material. Tsk... If you don't like it, quit.'
Back then, I wasn't like I am now—accustomed to getting fucked by anyone in the OP. I still clung to that spoiled rich-girl mindset, with zero experience in this kind of nightlife... Touching the filthy cocks of complete strangers for the first time?! I panicked, took the day off... But when money got tight, I crawled back in...
God, I felt so pathetic. Me, who'd grown up without a care, doing whatever I wanted, assuming I'd marry into wealth and live a life where my hands never got wet... Now reduced to this.
'Haa... haa...! I, I love you! Yeon-ah...!'
Lying under a thirties virgin piglet confessing his love, getting forcibly kissed...
'...Should I finish you off with my hand?'
'Yes! Haa... haaah!'
'...'
Swallowing my disgust, digging out his buried little pig dick from the fat and jerking it off...
And then...
'Tell me before you cum... You have to.'
'Yesss... haaaah... Mmph?!'
'Ah...! I said speak...'
'S-sorry! I couldn't hold back... B-but your touch is so soft, Yeon-ah... Haaht...'
When that horny pig—who'd probably never spoken to a woman of my level—couldn't even last and splattered his cum on my face... I bit my lip so hard it bled from the revulsion...
"..."
They say humans are animals of adaptation. Me, who once thought my lips would rot from kissing strangers, gradually got used to it—handjobs became no big deal, and for extra tips, I'd even suck their stinky cocks, falling deeper into depravity.
Some customers even fucked me right there in the kiss room...
And eventually, seduced by the OP manager's promises of even more money, I dove headfirst into full prostitution...
So now, I'm rolling in cum in the OP, unfazed by creampies from those piglets, and lately hooked on Sextwitter—letting random guys online sexually harass me until I squirt like a pervert...
All while my little brother studies in the next room. Am I really okay getting used to this...?
August 5th. Less than a month left in summer break. I was in a great mood that day. Work at the academy was fine (one married instructor got a bit handsy, but that's par for the course), and the OP shift was smooth too.
Embarrassing to admit, but... Sextwitter's become my new hobby. Just posting cleavage pics gets an avalanche of reactions... Sure, I have 60,000 Instagram followers, but Sextwitter gives raw, visceral feedback that hits my primal side harder. That day, I snuck to the bathroom to masturbate multiple times without my brother knowing...
Oh, speaking of him—our Jin-woo actually hit med-school level scores. Stable enough to maintain. I was so proud, I stroked his hair and bumped up his allowance big time. He wondered where the extra cash came from but accepted it maturely with thanks—so cute!
And that morning, I treated school friends to brunch at this new (pricey but delicious) spot. Summer break meant they'd all tanned at beaches and whatnot, while I was pale from shuttling between academy and OP—stood out a bit, but seeing my friends (read: followers) after so long made me happy.
"Damn, this place is insanely good?"
"Right? Only downside is the price."
"Don't worry. My treat."
"For real?"
"Yeon-woo's always been loaded. No need to feel bad."
Of course, I hadn't told my K University Aviation friends about the family downfall. Dad the hotshot businessman went bust, dodging debt collectors, and I'm crashing at my uncle's with my brother~~ What good would spilling that do? These girls are hooked from my old big-spender days anyway. OP work keeps my spending up, so they stick around. Sure, ditching them for loner life might be easier, but can a social butterfly like me change after 23 years?
Plus, skip a couple meetups and the gossip starts flying.
For example...
"Hey, heard the tea?"
"Huh? What?"
"Ju-hee Go? Word is she's gone full throttle."
"What? Camgirl already means rock bottom."
"She's escalated—shooting actual videos now..."
Stray from the pack, and the bitches devour you. Rule for surviving girl groups: 1. Never be alone. 2. Never break rule 1.
And a helpful tip...
"Huh? Yo, Yeon-woo. What's this?"
"What, you noticed?"
"What is it? What?"
An Erès bucket bag is your shield. (Not a bucket bag, guys.)
"No way? Is it real?"
"When have I ever bought fakes?"
"Seriously?! Insane? How? How much?"
"Not bad. Eight-something up front. Six-month wait, but a connection hooked me up quick~"
"Omg, you maniac!"
Our girl packs are pure wilderness. Like peacocks flaunting massive tails or lions with lush manes to signal superiority, luxury goods—or a boyfriend who gifts them—set the hierarchy.
Amid the squealing, slurping my 15,000-won drink like it was nothing, I savored the deep satisfaction of holding my old status.
The good news didn't stop there. Heading to OP after academy, the manager actually showed up at my room. Rare occurrence.
"Huh? What's up?"
OP managers only appear for initial interviews or special stuff. I'd gotten fucked by him under interview pretense, and as the OP's ace, he babies me—but room visits are uncommon.
"Nah, just wanted to talk. We can bump your rate higher."
Base is 150,000 won; most girls +100,000. Me? +150,000—for 300,000 base per hour-long fuck. Still always booked solid. So yeah, raise made sense, but...
"Huh? To +250,000?"
10,000? No, 100,000 jump? Instead of answering, he shoved his phone screen at me.
The familiar OP site. In the 'reviews' section...
My regular from the video incident had actually posted a session review. With that screenshot.
"This shit exploded. Like 100 comments."
"Whoa..."
"So as our premium pussy ace, we're treating you right. Fee bump's just 20,000 extra."
Currently: 300,000 base, OP takes 100,000 fee (I keep all options), so I net 200,000. Add 100,000 to base, 20,000 to fee: I net 280,000 base. Hourly 280,000? Pure profit.
"Works for me. But won't customers drop?"
"Nah. Raised it today—booked solid with waitlist."
Effective immediately: 280,000 per hour. I hid my glee, but he grinned seeing through it, heading out—then turned back.
"Oh, first guy's a total newbie."
"Newbie?"
"Yeah. Not super young... Twenties maybe."
"Ugh, kids already?"
"Take him."
"Twenties are prime, hehe. Young meat~"
Um... I should've chosen differently. Because...
===== "Uh...? S-Sis?"