Chapter 124
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 123
Chapter Title: Waxing Climax and Swimsuit Dive
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- Haa... Master... Can I... haa... put my clothes on now...?
Hye-ri's hand, sticky with her own arousal from vigorously rubbing and probing her pussy.
She pulled out some wet wipes prepared in the treatment room, cleaned her filthy hand, and tried to sit up to get dressed.
Hyunwoo had already stepped back after watching Hye-ri masturbate in the treatment room, but his [Virility] stat wasn't even close to being primed yet.
'Fuck it, should I just drive over there and fuck her senseless?'
Hyunwoo mentally calculated the time it would take to floor it in his car to the waxing salon.
'About 20 minutes.'
In 20 minutes, Hye-ri would have finished her waxing and left the shop for home. Then he'd have to drag her to a motel or his place like usual and pound her, but that didn't appeal right now. Just then,
- Knock knock knock
- Customer, you need to... come out now.
The waxer's urging voice came from outside. She'd panicked and left the room earlier after catching Hye-ri's weird behavior. With another appointment waiting, she probably needed Hye-ri to vacate quickly.
- M-Master... I think... I have to go now...
Hye-ri had just gotten her pubic hair waxed clean for the first time in her life. Her skin was still flushed red from the stimulation. Her appearance was being broadcast live to Hyunwoo through her smartphone camera.
"Who said you get to decide that? What a cheeky little slave you are, Kim Hye-ri."
Scolding her, Hyunwoo grinned slyly as a wicked idea struck him, and he issued another command.
"This is your punishment. Masturbate one more time right there. Don't even think about leaving until you've cum."
- Huh? N-Nooo, Master... P-Please...
- Knock knock knock
- Customer! Customer?
"Heh heh heh... Better hurry. Or she'll try to force the door open."
- Hng... I hate you... Hnng... Master...
The waxer kept pounding desperately on the door of the treatment room, demanding she come out. Any other woman would have been too tense to get aroused—her body rigid with anxiety.
- Haak... Hng... Hnng... Haa...
But Kim Hye-ri, with her [Exhibitionist College Girl] fetish, thought differently from other women. She got incredibly turned on imagining someone catching her in this shameful act any second.
- Squelch squelch squelch
Her hand, freshly wiped clean, was soon drenched again in the slick fluids gushing from her pussy. Her fingers moved even more rhythmically than before.
Her clit, no longer pea-sized but swollen hard with arousal, was mashed mercilessly by her thumb. Her pussy, which had only taken her middle finger earlier, now greedily swallowed her index finger too—two digits scraping wildly at the walls inside.
Shallower than most other female employees, her G-spot was right at the entrance, just two centimeters in. Hye-ri had masturbated countless times under her master's orders and knew her sensitive spots intimately. She didn't need to shove her fingers deep; she skillfully and lewdly teased it herself.
- Haak... Hic... Hnnng...
Her body, hypersensitive right after her previous orgasm, heated up even more. Clear fluids trickled down her thighs, soaking the treatment bed. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled with every twitch.
- Bang bang bang
- Customer! If you don't come out, I'm calling someone! Customer!
The staff outside might pick the lock or call for backup to bust the door open. Then someone would see her naked, frantically rubbing her crotch. Worst case, they might even call the cops.
The more she imagined that nightmare, the hotter Hye-ri's body burned.
Crowds of people—not just female staff, but male employees too. Waiting customers as well. They burst in and ogle her nude body. Women's contemptuous glares and men's lecherous stares raking over her, ready to pounce.
The mere fantasy sent chills racing up Hye-ri's spine, goosebumps prickling across her skin.
- Squelch squelch
- I-I'm cumming... Master... Haaaang!
- Squirt squirt
Even in the panic, she squirted like a fountain. Hyunwoo had made female employees squirt before, but he never imagined Hye-ri could do it while masturbating solo.
Her fluids splashed onto the smartphone camera lens streaming the lewd act. Hyunwoo's screen started fogging up white, blocking his view.
Hye-ri, who had cum so hard she squirted, barely had time to savor the afterglow before scrambling for her clothes.
In her rush, she stuffed her panties and bra into her bag, throwing on just her skirt and t-shirt.
Her erect nipples poked stiffly through the thin, clinging fabric. Her flushed cheeks and the mysterious fluids trickling down her plump thighs screamed "total slut."
At that moment—
- Bang!
The impatient waxing salon staff forced the locked door open.
- S-Sorry!
Hye-ri bolted out like she was fleeing. The wildly shaking video call screen in her bag conveyed the tension to Hyunwoo.
- D-Did I... haa... do good? Haa haa... Master...
Out of the building, she breathlessly asked for praise.
"You did great. Now wait for my next call."
- Huh? Master, wait—
- Click
The arrow-shaped bush proclaiming "pussy here," her erotic masturbation, and her frantic escape—Hyunwoo had seen plenty. He ended the video call.
"Heh heh heh..."
After enhancing her fetish, Hye-ri's boldness had surprised even Hyunwoo. She'd dumped clingy Choi Hyun-min after rooftop outdoor sex, so today's stunt was probably nothing to her.
Having recorded the whole thing perfectly, Hyunwoo vowed to spoil Hye-ri next time as he dialed another number.
Truth was, today's main course was something else.
While Hyunwoo enjoyed the live feed of Hye-ri's waxing, Seo Jin-ah visited the same salon.
No place around the office was as clean and professional.
All four female employees had scheduled waxing on the same day, so they'd likely overlap again next cycle. A coincidence of waxing rhythms.
Eun Seol, Go-eun, and Kim Hye-ri were under Hyunwoo's orders, but Seo Jin-ah's appointment was pure chance.
- Swish
Entering the treatment room, Seo Jin-ah stripped off her clothes one by one.
"Oh my!"
Her stark bikini tan lines stood out vividly.
On her pale skin, spiderweb-thin straps barely concealed her most vital areas.
"You got a tan... Wow, customer, you're so bold. It's hot."
Always serviced by the same waxer, she spotted the changes instantly. She'd been shocked by Jin-ah's tattoo before, but now it seemed par for the course.
"Ah... Y-Yeah..."
Jin-ah's face flushed red.
'What does she think of me...?'
Anyone could guess her bikini style from the marks alone. Even the wing-shaped tattoo branded above her ass like a mark of ownership.
'Can't argue if she thinks I'm a whore...'
How did it come to this? Gasping in ecstasy next to her sleeping husband as another man fucked her. The pure Jin-ah, who once knew only Lee Byung-joo, had corrupted her mind and body completely.
Even today, en route to the salon, sketchy guys catcalled her repeatedly. Maybe because of her casual outfit exposing tanned shoulders and white bikini lines.
It had spiked since the beach trip with Hyunwoo.
- Riiiip
"Ack!"
But Jin-ah's lament vanished in the unrelenting pain of waxing she could never get used to. She just prayed it'd end soon.
- Hello?
A slightly husky yet composed voice answered.
"Team Leader, it's me."
- I know. Why are you calling?
"Just checking if you kept your promise."
- ...Don't worry.
"Heh heh heh..."
Switching his phone to silent, Hyunwoo let out his held-back laugh. Go-eun doing a Brazilian wax? He'd worried about the forced promise, but she always honored her word.
Complete with specific details he'd ordered.
"Ahem... Did you get exactly what was reserved?"
- ...Yes.
Irritated from the waxing, Go-eun's tone was icier than usual.
"Uh..."
Curious as he'd been, nothing else came to mind.
- That all? What's the point?
"N-No... So... what are you up to today?"
- I swim every day, but thanks to some.one's request, I haven't yet. Heading to the pool.
'Right!'
Go-eun's spartan officetel with barely any personal items. Her swimsuit in the drawer flashed in his mind.
Her perfect figure came from consistent workouts. Knowing her, she swam daily without fail.
'Swimming? Then...'
"Let's go swimming together, Team Leader."
Less interested in laps than rice, Hyunwoo was far more curious about Go-eun in a swimsuit.
- Suddenly?
"Why? Care if it's with me?"
- No. Not at all. See you in 30 at the pool.
"Yes, ma'am."
- Click
Go-eun stared blankly at the ended call screen, feigning calm.
'What's he suddenly thinking?'
Hyunwoo's whims were unpredictable, and tagging along to the pool unnerved her slightly.
Swimming was her only hobby outside work. As a kid, she'd gone with friends.
But her growing body—especially her chest—drew overt stares from men, so she switched to quiet dawn sessions. She could barely recall swimming with anyone lately.
Maybe that's why Hyunwoo's company felt tense... and a little exciting.
A competition swimsuit designed to minimize water resistance.
Emphasizing function, it hugged everything but Go-eun's toned legs, shoulders, and swim-sculpted assets in stretchy fabric.
"Whoa..."
Even so, raw volume couldn't be hidden. Two massive mounds strained the suit, forming a dizzying cleavage.
Looking around for Hyunwoo exposed her stunning back. X-crossed shoulder straps dipped low to panty level.
Her flawless, muscle-defined back gleamed.
"Hmm..."
'Even a competition suit... has its charms.'
Hyunwoo, used to skimpy bikinis and monokinis, discovered the allure of Go-eun's modest style.
Nothing was absolute.
"Deputy Yi! Over here."
Catching sight of him mid-stare, she waved.
"Team Leader, the swimsuit suits you perfectly."
Pure admiration, no flattery. Swim caps usually nerfed looks, but not her. Ditching her thick glasses made her face glow.
"Wh-What's with the flattery? Warm up before swimming."
"Yes, ma'am!"
Her routine was pure Go-eun: full-body relaxation from head to toe.
After a solid 15 minutes, she finally allowed pool entry.
- Splash
"Here I go, Team Leader!"
Hyunwoo dove in amateurishly, taunting her with clumsy strokes.