The Regular's Hungry Lens
The regular customer's camera lens stares at me like three unblinking eyes, stealing peeks as I let the creampie leak out of me. Globs of semen pour down in a thick stream—a clear mark that this man has claimed me. Gulp. He swallows hard while snapping photos, then yanks off his pants in a rush, too eager to wait.
Being the lewd girl I am, I naturally lick his rock-hard cock, batting my eyes up at him as I ask, “You sure you don't wanna wash it first?”
“Nngh... I want it just like this... haa... haa...”
This guy always seems a bit shy and gentlemanly, but now he's gone feral. Totally worked up, he grabs my slender waist and starts pounding away without even taking off my top. He usually sticks to missionary, but after watching Strawberry Nose Uncle fuck me doggy-style, it must've turned him on too much—he demands the same position.
“Ha-ah! Ah! Ah!”
“Haa... haa...”
And that's when... I finally get why women get hooked on gangbangs. My body is already hypersensitive from getting railed just minutes ago. Every touch makes me twitch instantly. And he's not just thrusting—he reaches down to rub my swollen, throbbing clit...
“Haaahh!”
“Feels good? Huh? Tell me it feels good...!”
“It does... haaak...!”
I squirt like I'm peeing myself, drenching everything in my juices as I cum right away. No refractory period, just back-to-back fucking... the pleasure is insane...♡ Ah... this is addictive... I'm losing my mind.
What happens if my body starts craving more than one man to satisfy it...?
12:55 AM.
“Haa... haha... I'm wiped...”
I worked three hours today, but took six loads. Strawberry Nose, the regular, and the next-timer—all of them went twice, taking turns like a nonstop gangbang with no breaks. And today, I felt it extra intensely... once I came and got all sensitive, the next pounding was impossible to endure.
Like water soaking into dry paper.
And yeah, sure, it's just sex and orgasms—what's so tiring about that? But orgasms hit hard when they're this strong. Your whole body tenses up, relaxes, tenses again, goes rigid. Repeat that nonstop—it's exhausting.
So after the last guy creampied me and left, I'm still lying here on the bed, spent and unwashed. Shift change is soon; I gotta check out of the room.
“Nngh... my crotch is killing me.”
Legs spread wide for hours, taking constant pounding—my back hurts too. It's not just physical exhaustion; there's the mental drain of getting laid under men for cash. Spreading for smelly, ugly guys, acting cute to earn tips. Even with my high libido, it's not all fun and games.
Still...
“...900,000 won. Jackpot, hehe.”
Three hours of getting fucked nets me 900,000 won in tips. Days like this when they all spring for extras are tough, but I pocket more. Not every day is like this—usually three shifts get me 500-600k. Even that... working weekdays only, 20 days a month? 10-12 million won. Pure cash, no taxes.
Three hours for an hourly rate of 200-300k?
“No wonder I can't quit...”
This golden allure turns even a pure college girl like me—who barely cared about sex—into a hooker. Now you see why I can drop cash on a Dior bag without blinking.
“Nngh. Time to get up.”
So even though my body's wrecked, I smile as I leave Hew Office-tel room 3001.
Taxi for the commute home, of course. I throw on the jeans and blouse from my cram school shift, cap pulled low, and call a cab to head back.
“To Banpo-dong xx Apartment, please.”
“Yep.”
Exhausted, I close my eyes in the back seat. When I open them—bam, already home. Whoa, I nearly passed out.
“Here... keep the change.”
“Aigoo... thank you!”
Doing this job turns you into a cash machine inevitably. So I don't bother with small change sometimes. Money's easy to make anyway.
Out of the cab, I stretch and check the time: 1:20 AM. Elevator to the 12th floor, punch in the door code, sneak in quietly.
“Everyone asleep?”
The standard 1,200 sq ft apartment greets me. Wait—1,200 sq ft in Banpo-dong, Seocho-gu? That's gotta be worth at least 3 billion won, right? Weren't you broke?
How do you afford a place like that?
Yeah, we're broke. This is...
“Yeon-woo, that you?”
“Oh, Uncle, you're still up?”
“Yeah. Got some papers to review.”
I tried sneaking in quietly, but no dice. Out comes a comfy-looking guy in his 50s, pajamas on, scratching his head. Truth is, this is Uncle Yong-gu Lee's place. My brother and I are crashing here.
We used to live in something bigger before Dad's business tanked—maybe 4 billion won, Han River view. But now that's auctioned off. Dad's traveling the country salvaging the mess, leaving us siblings homeless orphans. That's when kind Uncle offered us a room.
Even for family, taking us in isn't easy.
“Isn't it risky, though? A girl working till 1 AM...”
“Hehe, it's fine. Someone's gotta hustle.”
“...Aigoo. You work too hard.”
He pats my shoulder encouragingly. Uncle thinks I'm double-shifting after cram school—dutiful girl breadwinner supporting her fallen family and re-taker brother Jin-woo Lee. Not some OP whore, but a noble niece stepping up for her ruined uncle. Pretty much true, right? The job's just high-paying.
That's why I can't quit the cram school gig he hooked me up with. Logically, yeah, ramp up OP to six shifts for double the cash—10 mil to 20 mil a month. Or skip OP altogether, snag a sugar daddy or high-end escort gig for even more. But balancing that with school? No time. Gotta maintain the “dutiful niece” image—for Dad's eventual return.
So I bust ass at the academy to look responsible, use “part-time” as cover for three hours of OP max. Plus, sugar daddies and meets are a hassle. OP's managed by the Manager, steady cash flow.
“Gonna head in.”
“Yeah, get some rest. Jin-woo's probably still up.”
“Okay.”
Short awkward chat with Uncle done, I slip into our tiny room, grateful for it.
Door opens to a bunk bed against one wall, storage on the other, desk and PC facing the entrance. And the back of a guy's head sitting there.
“Jin-woo, not asleep?”
“Sis, you're back?”
My brother doesn't even turn around from his studies when I enter. We used to bicker like normal siblings, but since Dad's flop, whiny gamer-boy Jin-woo toughened up. Ditching other colleges, he's grinding for med school like Uncle the doctor—to make bank and revive the family.
Feeling bad for the guy, I hug him from behind.
“Hey, what're you doing?”
“What else? Tormenting you.”
“I gotta study.”
“Dude, take a break. You'll collapse.”
“I manage my stamina fine.”
Ugh, cocky little shit. Even when sis worries. Annoyed, I lock him in a headlock and flick his forehead. My G-cups smoosh against his spiky hair—unintentionally—but it's my brother, whatever.
“Ow!!”
“Ah, cut it out!”
“Hehe, nooo~”
After messing with him, exhaustion hits. I strip right behind him.
“Hey, don't look.”
“Nothing to see anyway.”
“What? I've got plenty.”
“Shut up.”
Shed the bodycon jeans—great for curves but tight—and the bra squeezing my full G-cups.
“Ahh, feels good.”
All-day bra hell—you know it? Especially with G-cups, nearly 3 kilos dragging on the straps like dumbbells around your neck. A-cup flatgirls have no clue. Sometimes I envy small tits. Home's no-bra zone for liberation.
Now in panties, pink dolphin shorts, and loose boxy tee—ahh. Free from the day's stiff uniform.
“Hoo... shower time.”
Craving a rinse, especially post-last client roll—no wash yet...
Squelch—semen still inside my pussy...
“Nngh... he came buckets...”
Pull down panties, and out gushes a frothy mix of his cum and my juices, stringing like sticky webs onto the fabric. I'm juicy normally, but after six loads? Overflow city. Crotch soaked like I pissed myself.
“Eww... toss it?”
Ruined panties off, I strike poses naked in the mirror. Slim waist, slutty huge tits.
“Perfect, as always. Hehe.”
This flawless body—pure female pride. Lost in admiration, caressing myself quietly...
Creeeak!
“Shit... gotta piss bad...”
“...?!”
Suddenly the door flies open. Eye contact with my monkey-faced, buzzcut cousin.
