FFFM Pool Party (1)
Rustle.
“Last night was a huge disappointment.”
When I came out after washing up for work, Sera, who had been rolling around in bed, spoke with a pouty face.
“I told you to slap my cheeks, so why did you kiss me instead?”
“Why would I hit an innocent person?”
“You choked my neck though! But next time, don’t just hold it tight like that. Make my face turn bright red. Squeeze until I give you the signal that I want to live. Try to actually kill me. Got it?”
She mimed choking her own neck while chattering away energetically.
“And like I told you last time! When I say ‘stop, please don’t, no,’ it actually means do it harder, keep going, that it feels good right now. Okay?”
She kept babbling without pause even as I ignored her and pulled on my underwear.
To bury that voice, I switched on the hair dryer.
Whirrrrr.
I ruined my roughly dried hair with gel and swapped my lenses for thick, high-prescription glasses.
Once I looked like this, it was hard to face the mirror.
It always dragged up memories of my high school self.
“……Are you seriously going out looking like that?”
Sera’s expression froze when she saw me in my disguised form.
“You look seriously ugly! Why ruin such a handsome face?”
“Dress code.”
“Where are you even going? A place that only lets ugly people in?”
Her words were roughly on the mark.
More precisely—
“You can’t walk into a garbage dump looking decent, can you?”
“……Huh?”
I gave the still-confused Sera a nod and left the room.
“Wait! Master, you forgot this!”
Sera came running all the way to the front door, completely naked and flustered.
She turned her back to me, bent at the waist, and—
“Extra Sera pussy usage ticket before you head out—!”
She spread herself open with both hands.
Slap!
“Ouch!”
I swung my palm across her pale ass, right beside the faint handprint I had left the night before.
“There’s a card on the table by the bed. At least buy yourself a meal before you go home. If you need anything—”
“I don’t need any of that! I need cock! The second I wake up, what I need most is Master’s thick cock inside my wet—”
Thud.
I shut the door before the morning could tire me out.
*
The moment I reached the fourth floor of the company building, I ran into Lee Yu-jin as she stepped out of the restroom.
“Ah! Hello! Good mor—”
“In-uk! Perfect timing!”
“Uh, um…! Senior…?!”
She suddenly grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the break room.
After confirming no one else was inside, Yu-jin whispered in a low voice.
“The deputies came back from their vacation today, you know?”
“Oh, I should go greet them right away!”
“That’s not what I mean… The office atmosphere turns into total garbage whenever those guys show up. They’re all complete scumbags…”
She kept glancing out the door, her voice full of worry.
“They’ll probably haze you hard since you’re the new intern. You’d better steel yourself…”
“Don’t worry.”
I gently shook off Yu-jin’s hand.
“That’s exactly what I’m hoping for. It’s why I walked into this shithole of my own free will.”
“……?”
Her eyes widened in surprise at my completely different attitude.
I patted her shoulder to thank her for worrying and headed to the office first.
“Whoa! Fuck, it really is him!”
Just as expected, the so-called deputy scum were Kim Geon-hyeok, Park Ji-seok, and Cho Hyun-soo—Lee Jeong-hyeok’s loyal little lackeys.
They hooked their arms around my neck from both sides and ground their fists into my head.
My only response was—
“A-ahaha… L-long time no see…!”
—an awkward laugh.
“Huh? What the hell, this bastard works out?”
“Holy shit. Look at those forearms. Planning revenge or something? Did you fantasize about beating us up if you ran into us on the street?”
They kept poking my arms with loose, mocking fighting poses.
“Want us to grant one wish as a welcome-to-the-company gift? Should we go outside and throw down?”
Seeing men in their mid-twenties whose brains had clearly stopped developing in high school almost made me feel pity.
I held back a sigh and turned my gaze, only to meet Min Arin’s eyes from her seat of honor deeper in the office.
She sat with her chin propped on her hand.
One corner of her mouth was curled up.
The lack of swelling on her cheek told me I had controlled my strength well yesterday.
After watching us for a moment, Min Arin snorted and spoke.
“The office is getting noisy. Everyone, start working.”
The three reluctantly scattered at her words.
“Oh, and Intern Choi? Come here.”
I thought it might end easily, but Min Arin crooked her finger and summoned me.
As I walked over—
“You’re late. Write a written apology and bring it to me before lunch.”
“I wasn’t… late…”
“It’s already 9:02. You haven’t even unpacked your bag yet, have you?”
The three of them snickered at Min Arin’s words, cracking jokes like ‘Wow, Min Arin, you’re such a boss!’
Thump.
I sat down after taking the apology form and immediately noticed the red letters scrawled across the paper.
You're fucked now, you pathetic cum-guzzling bastard.
It was an interesting message, but I had no intention of playing along with this game for long.
My real targets weren’t these pathetic lackey extras.
Tap.
“Hey, retard. Do this for me too.”
“Sit down already, you fuck! I’m in the middle of an important team fight!”
They spent work hours playing games and dumped every trivial task on me.
Of course, all of it became my responsibility.
After they spent the whole time disturbing everyone with their loud voices—
“Ah! Fuck! Why the hell did I lose! Hey, Choi the Idiot.”
They would call me over whenever they got angry for no reason.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“You bastard! It’s your fault we lost!”
They used me as a punching bag, venting their frustration by hitting my stomach.
And if they ran into me on the way to the bathroom, another one would—
Smack!
“Oh, sorry. Who told you to walk around with a head on your shoulders?”
—casually slap the back of my head for fun.
Until the moment they left on time, my day was exactly like my high school days.
“Hey, Team Leader! We’re heading out!”
Because of all the work they had dumped on me, I was the only one left in the office for overtime.
“……Ha.”
An odd laugh slipped out.
Why doesn’t any of it hurt?
Why don’t I feel the slightest bit wronged?
Why don’t I feel bad at all?
By the time I finished that meaningless labor, a message from Manager Park arrived.
The life I had lived without a single ally, believing even fate had turned its back on me, now seemed laughable.
It felt like the entire world was moving for my sake.
Too naturally, everything was unfolding smoothly.
*
Splash.
The moment I submerged myself in the lukewarm water, the fatigue began to melt away.
It would have felt even better if not for the scars still etched across my body.
About thirty minutes must have passed.
“Um… hello…”
Three women in bikinis approached hesitantly.
“We… received a call from someone named Manager Park…”
They didn’t reach Min Arin’s level, but they were more than enough for those bastards.
“Ah, nice to meet you. Come in and make yourselves comfortable.”
I gestured toward the pool, but the three women remained standing there awkwardly.
“So… is it true? One million won per hour… no forcing us to drink, and no demanding a second round…”
The crudeness made me frown, but their honesty made things easier for me too.
“Of course. I have no intention of forcing anything.”
“Ah! Thank you!”
Only then did their voices regain some life.
“Since you brought up the main point first, I’ll speak comfortably too.”
I leaned my back against the edge of the pool and continued.
“First—who among you is Park Ji-seok’s girlfriend?”
“……?”
The familiar name made them flinch.
“W-what do you mean… we don’t have boyfriends…”
“Even so, a businessman isn’t going to hand out hundreds of thousands to girls he doesn’t even know, is he?”
At my words, the three began exchanging glances.
“Park Ji-seok, Cho Hyun-soo, Kim Geon-hyeok. You’re their girlfriends. Oh, and Cho Hyun-soo’s is actually his wife.”
“……!”
The faces that had been giggling at the mention of money all turned pale at once.
I had expected them to jump at the chance, but they were surprisingly hesitant.
Was it because of those bastards? Even worthless men were still their boyfriends, it seemed.
“I have no interest in childish threats or anything like that. Anyone who wants to go home can leave.”
“Ah, then…”
“Instead, the people who stay will split the share of whoever leaves.”
The three women’s reactions changed dramatically at my suggestion.
The nervous glances they had been giving each other vanished; now they were only watching me.
“I’ll ask again. Park Ji-seok’s girlfriend?”
Swish.
Bleached hair, small chest.
One woman’s arm went up.
“Next. Cho Hyun-soo’s wife.”
Pigtails, medium chest.
“Last. Kim Geon-hyeok’s girlfriend.”
Bob cut.
Breasts that might even be larger than Min Arin’s.
We exchanged polite introductions, then climbed out of the pool.
“But why are you all wearing swimsuits? We’re not here to swim.”
“Ah, then we’ll go change and…”
“No. Just take them off.”
Was I bad at giving orders?
Just like with Min Arin, none of them seemed to understand right away.
“Pardon…?”
“If you don’t want to, you can go home. You were Cho Hyun-soo’s wife, right?”
“I-I’ll take it off!”
Cho Hyun-soo’s wife, the most proactive of them, quickly stripped off her bikini.
The other two followed suit, shedding their coverings.
They stood there naked, awkwardly covering their nipples and pussies. The sight was quite entertaining.
“It’s hard to call you by name. Let’s use your boyfriends’ last names. Kim Geolle, Park Geolle, Cho Geolle. How’s that?”
“……That’s a bit…”
“Do women who strip naked in front of a stranger they’ve never met just to earn a few bucks still have any pride left?”
The way they instantly looked offended told me they had tempers just like their men.
“You three already know each other. You’re close, right? You must have coordinated your stories and sneaked out behind your boyfriends’ backs. You even made up alibis and lied.”
Since it was all true, they had nothing to say.
These women hadn’t sinned against me directly, but that didn’t mean I would feel any goodwill toward girls who secretly sold their bodies behind their partners’ backs.
“……Call us whatever is convenient for you.”
Cho Hyun-soo’s wife finally spoke, albeit reluctantly.
“Shall we start playing?”
I glanced at the pillar of the hotel. The hanging camera moved slightly up and down.
It meant the filming was stable.
“First, a warm-up.”
Crinkle, crinkle.
The three sluts stared with confused expressions as I opened my wallet and crumpled ten 50,000-won bills together.
Thud.
Without giving them time to think, I tossed it behind them.
“The slut who crawls on all fours and picks it up first with her mouth gets a 500,000-won bonus.”