Chapter 62
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: A Whore's Story
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A Whore's Story
When I was little, I dreamed of becoming a pro golfer.
To be precise, it wasn't my dream—it was my parents'.
Still, with their expectations on my back, I put in the effort.
I shone as a junior golfer in elementary school and got into middle school as a golf prodigy.
Among kids my age, I thought I had real potential.
Until I met her.
Jin So-young.
She's a living legend in golf now.
But even Jin So-young had her junior days.
When I was in my third year of middle school, she entered as a freshman two years younger.
Jin So-young was overwhelming.
Even though she was two years younger, her distance and precision were on another level.
Ah, so this is what it takes to go pro.
I knew it without anyone telling me.
Kids my age who despaired watching her quit golf one by one.
But I couldn't quit.
I tried, but my parents wouldn't let me.
Even in high school, I kept swinging that club.
I already knew my limits, but I had no choice.
Because my parents made me. And because I didn't know how to do anything else.
High school was nothing but bad memories.
Around then, my parents fought every day.
Dad's company was crumbling, our living expenses shrank, and Mom, used to luxury, raged.
Even amid that, I played golf.
Golf was my escape.
When I played golf, I didn't have to care about anything else.
When I played golf, I didn't have to do anything else.
So I just played golf.
Even when Mom stormed out after yelling every day.
Even when Dad's company went bankrupt.
Even when we sold the house and moved to a rented room.
I kept playing golf.
It was all I had.
I didn't know it then, but Dad was borrowing money to keep me in golf.
Golf costs a fortune.
Clothes, gear, green fees, caddie tips.
Every swing cost money.
Maybe there was a chance for a turnaround.
If I'd gone pro in high school like Jin So-young and struck it rich.
I might have saved Dad.
That was probably his last hope.
But I never made it pro.
Dad killed himself.
And I quit golf.
Ridiculously, sponsors came after I quit.
Not for golf.
For a girl named Kim Eun-ha.
A bigwig from a company that had eyed me since my student days made an offer.
Sleep with a man once a week.
They'd provide a place to live and money.
I accepted.
I'd only ever swung a club relying on my parents—I didn't know how to stand on my own.
After they were gone, all I had left was my body.
I ditched the name Kim Eun-ha and took the stage name Ssul-gi.
After that, I lay with a man every week.
Corporate execs, clients' old men, even politicians sometimes.
Most were Dad's age or older.
One year, two years passed like that.
Then scandal hit the sponsor company.
Every dirty secret spilled out, including my sexual favors.
The parent company collapsed, sponsorship ended.
I was still young then.
I had savings—perfect time to quit and start fresh.
But I was still a woman with nothing but her body, no skills, no education.
Next, I drifted into an officetel brothel.
There, I slept with all sorts, more often.
I had experience, so it was easy.
Men were familiar, and there were basic rules.
Sweet-talk them, give them your body, done.
I even made more money than with sponsors.
One guy tried to get serious.
But relationships starting with the body?
I trusted no one.
Another year, two years like that.
One day.
"Eun-ha sunbae!"
I knew the voice instantly.
Jin So-young.
We crossed paths on my early morning way home from work.
Right in the street, from her screaming red Ferrari, she yelled my name.
I panicked.
I never expected to see her, let alone her recognizing me, acting like we were close.
Our worlds overlapped just one year in middle school.
Why call me sunbae still?
I'm from a different world now—why act like you know me?
"Sunbae, sorry, I'm in a rush. Just give me your number."
People around whispered, "That's Jin So-young."
Dazed, I punched my number into her phone.
"I'll call later!"
The red Ferrari roared off.
Jin So-young, who like me knew only golf and swung nothing else.
But our endings were polar opposites.
Her at the world's pinnacle, me at society's bottom.
That red Ferrari symbolized our status gap.
I figured the "I'll call" was just polite chit-chat.
Like "let's grab food sometime" or "see you around."
I was just one extra in her life, after all.
But the call came. From Jin So-young.
『Sunbae, what're you up to?』
Meet if you're free.
Casual, like we hung out all the time.
Yeah. That's you.
My-way girl, ignoring everyone and everything.
Jin So-young hadn't changed a bit.
I wondered what she wanted, setting up a meet.
"What've you been up to, sunbae?"
Current events, naturally.
"Selling my body. I'm a whore now."
That dumbstruck look. Haha.
Probably no one else in the world has seen Jin So-young like that.
"H-how?!"
You asked, so brace yourself.
For my epic tale of woe.
High school: Dad's business tanks, Mom runs off.
After graduation: business busts, Dad suicides.
Sponsor gigs selling body, company crashes.
Since then, whoring in officetels.
Feel better now?
Seeing the loudmouth sunbae who bragged crash and burn?
"Sunbae. Why didn't you call me? At least when your dad... passed."
Me? Call you? Why?
I'd cut all ties from my old life—too ashamed of my fall.
We'd already lost touch after middle school.
Sure, she could've found my number.
But what then? Beg for help? From a junior not even out of high school?
I couldn't say it.
Better to sell my body. Or die.
"You're an idiot, sunbae. A real idiot."
Yeah. I'm the idiot.
If I were smart, I'd be dead.
Idiots like me drag on like this.
"If you'd succeeded and I failed, begging for help—would you have helped me?"
Me? Help Jin So-young?
Hard to imagine, but yeah, probably.
The great sunbae helping pitiful hoobae.
"Do you wanna keep doing that? Or is there something else you wanna do?"
What, loan me startup cash if I say open a shop?
"Heard you out. If it's viable."
Something I want to do.
What could I even do?
I only know selling my body.
Suddenly, a waxing salon popped into my head.
Not a long-held dream.
Just yesterday, a unnie at work mentioned it.
Save up, open a waxing shop, snag a decent guy, marry.
Something even a skill-less woman could do.
Made me think: could I?
"Sounds good. I've been curious. Open one. I'll loan the building."
Absurdly simple, Jin So-young decided.
She made a few calls, and it snowballed.
Three years free rent, then renew.
Almost no strings, just no prostitution or similar.
In a blink, I was tenant of pricey commercial space, rent-free.
"...Why go this far for me?"
"Why? You helped me a ton in middle school."
Protected from guy sunbaes.
──Just pissed seeing guys chase girl hoobaes.
Fought my harassing teacher.
──Just cursed out the blatant favoritist.
Told her my good-condition days.
──'So-young, something good happen? Why're you crushing it?'
Too good, had to say something.
What meaning in that?
"Maybe nothing to you, but I got tons of help."
Unexpected words.
Yeah, Jin So-young. That's you.
Blind to the world, marching your path.
You haven't changed at all.
But So-young, I've changed.
I'm not the sunbae you knew.
Twisting even pure kindness from a hoobae.
Seeing you succeed and help so easily—arrogant.
Jealous of your happy family I lost.
Resenting you who has everything, me nothing.
So pathetic, I fantasized killing you and myself.
I've changed that much.
At Jin So-young's urging, I quit the officetel.
Manager tried stopping me, no issue. No debts.
While prepping shop interiors, I hit academy for certification.
Easy—pay and pass.
Opened shop, hired staff, worked steadily.
At first, pure spite: screw Jin So-young over.
But skill-less, clueless me couldn't plot revenge.
Dumb woman with only her body.
To her, I'm an ant.
She fished one flailing in a puddle off the street.
That ant bites her finger? She wouldn't care.
So I lived aimless, motivationless, just drifting.
Then opportunity knocked.
『Sunbae, my little bro's coming. Make it hurt, weed him out proper.』
Surprising. Her calling specially for that.
Everyone knew Jin So-young's adopted brother.
But back in middle school, she ignored it.
Guys tried using it as icebreaker—no reaction.
Now? She sounded pleased mentioning him.
Even she had family affection.
I'd manipulate the brother.
Using my last asset: woman's body.
Then this ant could wound Jin So-young.
Steal what she cherishes.
That's what I thought.
"Hello. I have a reservation..."
Jin So-young's brother: Jin Sun-hu.
One look, I got it.
With a cute brother like this, even Jin So-young would dote.
But a brother’s still a guy.
Guys. Guys don't change.
A meaningful glance.
Flash some chest.
Light touch.
That's enough—guys think it.
Ah, I want her.
This job—legally ogle and touch bodies—was perfect for control.
His bare body? Stunning.
Gymnast or what?
Plus absurd size down there.
If he weren't her brother but boyfriend, I'd have envied hard.
But with that body and tool, he was innocent.
Too much.
Greenhouse flower?
Almost suspected acting.
Guilt hit.
I'm about to seduce, deceive, drain this pure kid dry.
Who truly believes I'm his noona's close sunbae.
But I'm a filthy rag, soiled beyond repair.
No conscience left.
I followed the plan.
Fooling naive guys like this? Cakewalk.
Going too smooth, I thought midway.
Until.
"S-sorry. Thanks, but... um..."
Shocked.
First time this reaction.
Rejecting? Why?
No, not yet.
Thought all guys same, but maybe not a guy.
Gay? Impotent?
Handjob proved no.
Ecstatic face from that alone.
Plenty of release.
Then what? Why reject?
"Just, uh. Felt like I shouldn't..."
Felt like I shouldn't.
And that's your reason?
A guy? Rejecting a woman?
Haha. Yeah.
Of course you shouldn't.
Everyone knows.
But how many solid guys resist temptation, knowing?
I thought zero. Until now.
But here he was.
I was the fool.
Me, preaching all guys same, world-weary.
Playing tragic heroine, dreaming weird revenge.
What had I been doing?
The world's sole purity cleanses the soiled woman.
Rags stay rags even washed.
But selfishly crushing on him? Fine, right?
First time since selling my body, I introduced as "Kim Eun-ha," not "Ssul-gi."
To him alone, I wanted to be Kim Eun-ha, not whore Ssul-gi.
"Come again. Special service."
That day, 26-year-old whore fell in love for the first time.