Chapter 22: The Taste of Your Cum
The operating manager of "Gangnam No.1 Premium Super OP"—shortened to "Gangnam OP"—Oh Manager was sweating bullets as he lit up a cigarette on the stairwell landing between the third and fourth floors.
"Phew... fuck, it's hot as hell."
They say if you don't study, you end up working in the heat when it's hot and in the cold when it's cold. Spot on.
Oh Manager had been at this job for two years now. Once upon a time, he was a promising athlete wannabe. Wrestling, freestyle 74kg class. Good enough to be named to the national team reserve roster. He climbed the ranks with his raw talent, but... the problem was the three ends a man has to watch out for: the tip of his tongue, the tip of his fingers, and the tip of his cock. All three got him in trouble.
Gambling at an illegal den, then picking a fight while drunk and beating the guy to a pulp—two weeks of recovery time. When three strikes like that overlap, you're looking at real jail time. As a first offender, the sentence was lighter than expected, but that red mark on his record was fatal. His path as an elite athlete was cut off like a cliffside a thousand feet deep.
He'd always hung out with the wrong crowd even back in school, so it was inevitable he'd get scouted by an underworld business. Now he managed about twenty OP girls... and there was more work than he'd imagined. Scheduling and attendance tracking nonstop, plus running the OP site. Money management was the top priority, of course. They charged 200,000 won per hour on average, with a 70,000 won commission. Ten rooms meant 700,000 won pure profit per hour. Operating 10 to 12 hours a day... simple math put it at 7 million won daily. Around 210 million a month. Massive cash flow.
But he didn't pocket it all—rent on the OP and "higher-ups" taking their cut meant razor-sharp management.
"Tsk... hey, all the guys who went into Yeon-woo's room done?"
After sucking down his smoke, Oh Manager's mind shifted to managing this OP's top ace, Yeon-woo Lee.
Yeon-woo pulled in 1.5 to 2 times the sales of a regular girl, so she was a high-priority target. And today, something unusual had gone down with her. His judo underclassman buddy—a guy he'd seen a few times before—had begged to book her specifically (thanks to her pic on the promo site), so he'd sent him up. But then Yeon-woo, that bitch, got some weird kink and wouldn't end it on time. She kept fucking the guy and asked to let in another client. Already mid-fuck with one customer, and she wants another watching... so-called "voyeur play."
'That slut... she's gone full wild. Whining she didn't want to at first.'
Her slutty voice still echoed in his ears. The lewd moans as that underclassman pounded her. So lost in it she begged for another guy to watch. Truth be told, Oh Manager was rock-hard just thinking about it. He wanted the customer's raw "usage review." After a moment's thought, he called Jo Yong-ho—the client and his buddy's underclassman.
The guy was a judo prospect, but his actions screamed future gangster. Someone Oh Manager felt a kinship with.
"Hello? Hyungnim!"
"Yeah, Yong-ho. How'd it go? All good?"
"Ah, yes! Thanks to you, hyungnim! Heh heh..."
"How was it? Yeon-woo's fucking delicious, right? I scouted her myself—lied about an interview and fucked her once. Spill."
"Whoa... total tight masterpiece pussy. Pretty faces usually have wrecked holes or shit mindsets that leave you traumatized, but this bitch... she's the real deal."
"Yeah? Heh heh. She's my prized possession. But you brought a friend?"
Oh Manager remembered: a total virgin nerd, obvious OP newbie. He'd let him in because of Yong-ho; normally those types chicken out even with cash in hand.
"Puhaha! Yeah, dragged that loser along to pop his cherry, but he probably hasn't even stuck it in yet."
"What? Heh heh. Music to my ears. You didn't hurt Yeon-woo or anything? She's sensitive sometimes."
"Nah, I'm no amateur. Slapped her ass a bit—with my palm, lightly. Not enough to bruise. But even that sent her over the edge."
"Yeah? She likes getting hit?"
"Yep. Got a real talent for it. Oh, and... she went nuts just from her friend watching. Thinks she's a total gangbang slut."
"Oh... really? Fuck, acts all high and mighty with me. Heh."
"Yeah. Reviews said she lost it with another client watching too. She's got that vibe—you know, maso bitches who love getting hit and degraded."
"Heh heh. Got it. Hit me up if you come again. I'll cut you a deal."
"Ah! Yes, thanks hyungnim!"
Oh Manager hung up, took a deep drag, tossed the butt, and crushed it under his shoe. The stairwell between floors 3 and 4—the client meetup spot—was littered with over ten stubs in the corner. Amid the lingering haze, he grinned.
"Yeon-woo likes doing two guys at once, huh...?"
A new "business idea" was brewing as he rubbed his chin entrepreneurially. Meanwhile, in room 3001...
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"Urgh! S-sis, s-sorry...!"
Splurt.
Without warning, a gush of Cheol-gyu's cum blasted straight onto my face...
"Ah!"
I flinched and turned away on reflex, but that first shot was so forceful it splattered across my cheek, lips, everywhere on my face like thick lotion...
This scrawny little loser I'd always seen as pathetic—his dick was huge compared to his image, and the sheer volume shocked me.
What the...? Why so much?
Three or four times a normal guy's load? Covered in that massive amount, I forgot to even get mad—my brain just short-circuited in disbelief.
"Hah! Hah..."
"..."
And it wasn't just one burst—the pressure died down, and now it was dripping thick globs onto my arm.
"Ah... what the hell is this..."
From my hand to wrist, shoulder, chest, face—his cum dotted my body everywhere, defiling me. And then my chronic issue kicked in... that pathetic habit of getting weirdly aroused from humiliation by a guy.
The shame and degradation of being dirtied by trash like Cheol-gyu flooded my mind. A lowlife I'd ignored until now, plastering my face with cum. Someone I despised that much. My own cousin, no less—the huge gap made the backlash hit even harder...
A hot rush rose from my pelvis, heating my lower belly without permission...
But I didn't want to tip him off to my freak condition, so I swallowed the moan threatening to escape and spoke in a cold tone.
"You wanna die?"
"...S-sorry, sis..."
Cheol-gyu was already terrified after his screw-up. Weirdly, though... the disgust I felt for him had dulled a bit from before.
A garbage human who came on my face without permission... but instead of dwelling, to hide the weird throbbing in my womb, I just wanted to kick him out fast.
"Hey. We're done. Get out."
"...Y-you okay? Want me to wipe it?"
"Ugh... cut the crap. I jerked you off once, so we're even now, got it?"
"Y-yeah."
"...I'm saying it again. Tell Uncle or Jin-woo, and I'll say you blackmailed and raped me."
"R-rape? I didn't do that..."
"You forced me to touch your dick, right? That's assault. You know they cuff you for that?"
"..."
"Got it? Scram."
His courage spent on my "threat," Cheol-gyu mumbled apologies, couldn't meet my icy glare, threw on his clothes, and fled like a loser.
One nut and his lust-fueled bravado was gone.
"Hah... fucking piece of shit."
I cursed his retreating nerd ass while wiping his splattered cum off my body with my hand.
"Ah... annoying! Shit... so much cum."
Truth be told... since starting kiss-room gigs in April and OP in July, I'd racked up so much guy experience (embarrassing but true) that cum on my body was no big deal anymore. Hell, I swallow it without batting an eye now...
(Hey, don't call me a slutty bitch for that!)
But this was Cheol-gyu—someone I loathed, my cousin to boot. Even if it made no sense, the spots where it landed felt all stingy and weird?
A total retard loser I'd always shit-talked internally dared to spray his load on the goddess of the aviation department—me. So cocky. Who the hell does he think he is? High on grabbing one weakness, blasting his dick juice on my face. Arrogant little fuck.
Fuming and cursing like that, alone in the empty room, I instinctively glanced around... then, just barely, touched my cousin's thick cum on my fingertip to my tongue. Just a little.
"...Blech."
Like any cum—decently fishy, snotty texture. Tasteless.
