Brothel-Busting Monster Cock (2)
A station one stop away by subway from the driving school. After handing over 270,000 won to the manager guy at the agreed spot and getting the room number, I hopped straight into the elevator and knocked on the door of the officetel room he'd told me about.
It was my first time with paid sex, so I felt a bit tense, but sex itself? I was a veteran now—no worries there. I rang the bell, and soon footsteps approached from inside. The door swung open, revealing a woman in a comfy dress with brown hair down to her shoulders. Her name was Eun-hye, I think. Not her real name anyway.
"Oppa, you're here?"
"Yeah."
She scanned my face with a totally natural gaze, then hooked her arm through mine and led me inside. Of course, just as she'd checked me out, I checked her out too. Her figure looked decent, like in the photos, and her face was pretty enough—but not quite stunning beauty level. A little lacking there.
Do the really pretty ones cost more?
Couldn't say for sure since this was my first go, but logic said yeah—the prettier the girl, the higher the price. Some places charged tens or even hundreds of thousands per pop. To get girls on the level of the ones I was hypnotizing, I'd probably need to hit those spots.
"What do you want to drink? Cola, sprite... got Fanta too."
"Just water."
I plopped down on the bed edge as she led, and she grabbed ice-cold water from the fridge, pouring it into a glass. I wasn't thirsty, but I took a sip to loosen up. Officetels weren't straight-to-sex like I thought; you chatted first to set the mood. Sure enough, she started talking.
"Oppa, you're so handsome. Got a girlfriend?"
"If I did, would I be here?"
"You don't know much about this stuff, huh? Surprisingly, tons of guys with girlfriends come here."
"...Why come here if you've got a girlfriend?"
It was an intriguing opener, so I shot back without thinking. She seemed to like it, chuckling as she replied right away.
"Girlfriends aren't fuckbuddies. Unless she initiates, you can't just hit it whenever you want, right? That's what officetels are for."
"Huh... makes sense?"
Felt like the roles were reversed. Treating your girlfriend too precious to fuck rough, so you bang someone else? Yeah, I couldn't relate to the insider vibes of normie couples.
"What about you? Boyfriend?"
"What do you think?"
"Face says yeah."
"Hehe. Flattery?"
"Nah, you look like the type who'd have guys lining up. Girls like you get plenty of confessions."
She wasn't top-tier, but still solidly pretty—guys had to be chasing her. Even back in middle or high school, cute girls dated effortlessly. Hell, elementary kids and kindergarteners paired off too. While I mulled that nonsense, she laughed naturally and answered.
"Yeah, about a year now."
"He doesn't know, right?"
"Obviously secret. What guy wants his girl selling her body?"
Seemed kinda fucked up to do it knowing that, but hey, not my business.
"What's good about him?"
"Eh? He's hot, nice personality, smart."
Solid reasons, no flaws.
"How's the sex? Good?"
"Pfft. What? That's pervy."
"Came here for pervy reasons—why hide it? Offended?"
"Nah. Expected something else, actually. Guys always ask quick: 'Why do this job?'"
She looked genuinely unfazed. Honestly, that question felt weirder to me.
"Duh, money, right?"
"Kyahaha! Exactly!"
She cracked up, clapping like it was hilarious.
"Obvious it's for cash, but they always ask. Like, 'Got some sob story?'"
"Thought about it on the way. Could be a wrinkly 40s-50s auntie, or a fat chick who'd crush me. Hate that? But 270k for two hours—close your eyes, grind a few months, pocket millions or even tens. Worth it, no?"
"Oppa, you're hilarious. But spot on. Most think that way. Me too. And yeah, not that bad, but those types show up sometimes."
"Not often?"
"Told you—guys with girlfriends come plenty. Gotta look decent for one."
True.
"Fat ugly dudes?"
"They... come sometimes? But rarely extreme. They don't even think of places like this. More beer-bellied ajusshis. Anyway, handsome guys like you? We're grateful."
Lip service, sure, but first time a girl straight-up called me handsome. No complaints before, but never this direct. Felt kinda nice, itchy-good.
"So, boyfriend good in bed?"
"Ugh, persistent!"
"Curious."
"Don't usually answer this stuff. But you're cute, so... decent?"
Answer'd bum him out.
"You grill me nonstop, I just answer. More questions?"
"Monthly earnings? Saw online some make 2 mil."
"Gotta hustle hard. Usually once or twice a week. Three max? Depends on clients daily."
"Not big one-shots?"
"Nah, got a life—this ain't full-time, no need to push. This pace nets a few hundred thou monthly."
"Fair."
"Yep."
More interesting than expected. She figured chat time over, sidling up close.
"Shower time? Together?"
"Sure."
Better with a girl than solo. Might get Yoo Seo-yeon-level service—who knew? But together beat alone. I stripped first; she gasped softly.
"Whoa. Didn't notice under clothes. Killer body too? No girlfriend for real?"
"Not into dating. No clue how it'd work."
"Just hit on a hot girl nearby. Few falls for it."
"Not now."
Still no interest in romance or marriage. Felt averse, even. If Yoo Seo-yeon, Kim Min-ah, or Seong Eun-young required that premise, I wouldn't touch 'em.
"You stripping? Wanna watch."
"God, so blunt. Other girls'd hate that."
"You okay?"
"Guess I like your vibe."
She ditched the dress. Smooth curves from pics, juicy tits jiggled lightly.
"I'm naked—your turn down there."
"Got it."
Acting chill so far. Wonder if she'd stay cool post-pants. Anticipating her reaction, I undid my belt, dropped pants, then briefs—cock out.
"Kyaa!?"
Spot-on shock.
"W-what...? It's huge..?"
"Yeah? Pretty average?"
"Don't play dumb! How's this average!?"
Her scolding past surprise cracked me up. Until her next words.
"Big dick clients banned though..."
"Huh...?"
"Didn't see on promo? No big dicks, no remodels, no marathon, no spirals..."
"...Was that a thing?"
Skipped details beyond price and profile.
"Why ban big ones?"
"Body care. Too big tears or hurts inside. We take multiples— one injury lingers, risks infection."
"Wait, what..."
Made sense, annoyingly. Tricky.
"Gotta leave? Refund?"
Money aside, if every shop pulled this, mission impossible.
"Manager might refund if sweet-talked..."
She eyed my cock slyly.
"Like you, though. Sneak one freebie..?"
Her gracious tone eased me.
"Thanks if so..."
But something off—I scanned her face. Acting casual, but that subtle heat in her eyes? Classic Yoo Seo-yeon, Kim Min-ah.
She was anticipating. Wondering how it'd feel hard, pounding her pussy deep.
Even normal girls...? Oh, right—Seong Eun-young.
She was normal. Loyal wife, chaste—needed extra spins despite full Vital Energy.
"Doing it? In we go?"
"Really... not supposed to... okay..?"
"Thanks."
Yet she pressed close, hips swaying lewdly. Textbook horny girl—I'd seen it a million times. Smirked at the irony.