Chapter 35: Gangbang Time at 800,000 Won Per Hour
“Hello?”
“Yeah, it’s me, Yeon-woo. I was worried since you haven’t been coming in much lately, so I called.”
“Ah... I haven’t been feeling well.”
I slipped away to a secluded spot where students rarely go and called the Manager. It’s a space connected to the warehouse that most kids don’t even know exists.
“Not feeling well? Aigoo. Have you been taking your meds?”
It was just an excuse—why the hell would I take meds for that?
“Yes. Thanks to you, I feel a bit better? But why?”
“Ah... nothing much. Were you thinking of coming in today?”
“I was considering it.”
“Then, if you do, swing by my room for a sec? I’ve got a proposal...”
“A proposal?”
“You’ll find out when you get here. Anyway, got it?”
I said okay and hung up, turning to head back, when...
“Sis, who was that on the phone?”
“Aish! You scared the shit out of me!”
The second I rounded the corner in the hallway, I ran smack into that psycho Cheol-gyu Lee. Fuck, seriously...
“Hey, what the hell? You stalking me?”
“No... you went off to some shady spot, so I got curious.”
“Haa. Mind your own business.”
“What’s going on?”
This fucking guy. Even when I try to treat him decently, he’s got this way of pissing me off. I’ve told him a million times to back off, but the idiot just doesn’t get it.
“I said mind your own business! Are you deaf or something? Huh? Ears clogged?”
“...Come on, don’t be like that...”
“Don’t be like what? Hey, what the fuck are you doing?”
I puff out my chest and put my hands on my hips like always, ready to chew him out, but instead of cowering like usual, the bastard smirks and... puts his hand on my waist?!
“Hey! What the—what are you doing?”
“What?”
“You fucking crazy? This is the academy—what the hell?”
But he just snorts, sliding his hand down my body all sleazy-like... right onto my ass, under the thin fabric of my summer slacks...
“Hey... get your hand off.”
“What if I don’t wanna?”
“What?”
“We’ve done pretty much everything already anyway. You suck my dick every morning... so what’s a little ass grab?”
Cheol-gyu presses even closer, and I feel his rock-hard dick poking my lower belly. It’s so goddamn disgusting...
“H-haa, I said don’t. Don’t, okay? What if someone comes?”
“Who’s gonna come here? It’s the warehouse no one even knows about.”
“Fuck... hey, hand off?”
“Or what?”
“...I told you not to get cocky. What we do at home is enough, isn’t it? Keep this up, and you won’t even get a drop at home anymore. Got it?”
“...”
If I back down even once, he’ll drag me around the academy too... I glare down at him, eyes blazing. Back in the day, that alone would make him flinch... but after I’ve sucked him off a few times, he’s gotten all bold and won’t back off easy. We lock eyes for a bit; he looks down a little, but he doesn’t drop his hand from my ass. Instead, he squeezes harder, kneading it like dough.
“J-just... lemme touch for a sec.”
“...Haa. You little shit.”
“...M-money. I’ll give you money.”
This fucker. Thinks money fixes everything?
“F-fifty thousand... b-but, can I k-kiss you while I touch?”
“Ugh, fuck off.”
Fifty thousand? You kidding?
“...Y-you take two hundred thousand for sucking me off in the morning. Just touching...”
“Fuck, if two hundred K is too much, then don’t do it! Who asked you? I hate sucking your dick every morning—it makes me wanna puke. And I’d rather kill myself than kiss your nasty lips for fifty grand. So just fuck off already.”
“...”
This fucking asshole. I’ve been sucking him off every morning, and now he acts like I’m his girlfriend, full of delusions. I rip into him hard, and boom—he shrinks like a kicked dog, all deflated. Fuck, at least puppies are cute. I hate this ugly bastard strutting around just ‘cause he’s got cash.
“Move. Fucking ugly piece of shit from the start. Listen up good. There’s a limit to what I’ll put up with. I do this shit to avoid drama at work. You cross the line, I tell your dad and walk out. I put up with you to keep things simple in front of Uncle, not so you can play master with me. What, you jerk off to hentai and think blackmail makes me your slave? Huh?”
Whew. Feels good to vent. Rapping out all that pent-up rage clears the air a bit.
“Th-that...”
As expected. He thought since I kneel and suck him every day, he could do whatever. Thought I’d cave to all his demands. But when I push back hard, he stammers in panic. The guy who can barely talk anyway—it’s pathetic.
“Don’t try bossing me around even at home from now on. I can cut ties with Uncle anytime. You? Stuck as his son forever. If I get ruthless, I’ll slap a sex crime charge on you and get Uncle to disown your ass. Got it? Now move, you fucking loser. I gotta get back to the office.”
“...”
I shove past his hesitating bulk, shoulder-checking him hard.
Phew. Some of that built-up rage eases off. At first, his blackmail scared me shitless... but as time passes, I wonder if it was ever that big a deal. I can just deny working at the OP anyway. And my face is already all over Instagram, so he’s got no leverage. Posting my Insta on a big forum versus claiming “Yeon-woo Lee works OP”—those are crimes on different scales. I still underestimate Cheol-gyu, sure, but I don’t think he’d go that far. So without a second thought, I wrap up work early, clock out thirty minutes ahead, and head to Hew Office-tel. Gotta hear the Manager’s proposal first, then decide if I quit or not.
===== “What? Two... or even three guys per session?”
“Yeah. Last time, it seemed like you were into that kinda thing... right?”
“...”
The Manager’s proposal, given a bit early, was utterly revolting.
He’s asking if I can do gangbangs...!
If I’m into that anyway, why not call in clients who want it and do multiple at once? Normal spots don’t make prostitutes do this unless it’s some hardcore club... but he asks me so casually if it’s possible.
What the fuck does he think I am?
“N-no... Manager, this is a bit much...”
“Huh? I thought you’d love it.”
“...”
Haa. Why the hell would I?
“That time you ran late, remember? You hadn’t finished up, so I sent in the next guy. You were dying of excitement. I was just watching, and you were so turned on... pussy juice dripping everywhere...”
“Ah, th-that was...”
I try to come up with an excuse, but honestly, I’m at a loss...
He’s talking about that time with Strawberry Nose Uncle and the Regular Client—their times overlapped a bit, so the Regular Client came in and watched. I was super turned on that day, yeah... I came over and over like crazy.
“Listen, think about the money—this is huge.”
“...”
Here’s his pitch. Base rate now is 400,000 won per session. Insane for a normal OP girl, but still just 400K an hour. Add creampie options, and you hit 500-600K... but.
“What if you take two guys for an hour and a half? Discount it a bit to 500K base total—that’s a million won. That’s 666K per hour?”
400K vs. 666K per hour. Math checks out, but... even as an OP whore, it feels gross at a fundamental level. Physically tougher than one guy per hour, sure, but emotionally... it’s like I’m just a cumdump for multiple dudes. Objectified. The vague revulsion is still strong. Never done a 3P before.
“...St-still, that’s a bit...”
But the Manager cuts me off and keeps going.
“Plus, if both add creampie—no condom options, that’s 100K extra each: 1.2 million. That’s 800K per hour. Sound good?”
“...”
Numerically, it’s almost double the hourly... but still... I wanna express that I’m not into it, but no firm refusal comes to mind.
...Might as well make more per hour if I’m doing it anyway?
True enough... I only work three hours a day—what’s wrong with getting railed hard for better pay? My slutty side creeps in...
“Fine, let’s test it once today as a trial, see if we make it official.”
“...You already booked clients?”
“Yeah. Funny coincidence—the two from before, the ones who came in together first. Regular Client and that uncle guy. Their bookings overlapped. Weird, huh?”
“...”
And it’s not strangers—clients I kinda know. Eases the vague dread a tad. Watching my face closely, the Manager lands the killer blow.
“You’re not sticking around here long, right? Like... a month? Just till end of this one?”
“...Huh? H-how did you...”
I’m stunned for a sec. Truth is, even if I kept at OP, I planned to quit before school starts—this month only. How’d he know?
“Kid, after years in this game, I know how girls think. The ones who stay long-term have that edge. You? Prime looks and body for legit success—this is just a short gig.”
“Yeah... pretty much?”
“Plus, college girl, right? Obvious. Summer break short-termers stacking tuition and living cash.”
“Uh, um...”
Nailed it.
“And you only do three hours a day? So max out those three. What do ya say?”
“...M-maybe?”
1.5-hour sessions, two guys each: 2 million a day. Three hours for 2 mil. Both creampies per pair? 2.4 mil. Hourly...
800K...? Wow...
I don’t see myself as some money-crazed slut, but it’s tempting as hell. Enough to boost my self-esteem, beaten down by OP life and Cheol-gyu’s blackmail.
“A-alright, I’ll try it...”
“Good call. First session’s now.”
“Gasp...”
Shit. My first-ever 3P... at the OP. My face and body flush beet red all over.