[Prostitution] Well written.(1)

A familiar city night.

But today, everything was unfamiliar.

A dark and damp alley where streetlights do not reach.

The only thing that hit my nose was a foul smell mixed with damp dust and food waste. The wet leaflets at my feet made a gloomy, squishy sound.

Why am I standing here?

The questions I asked myself were scattered empty. I already knew the answer. I just don't want to admit it. When I swallowed dry saliva, the neck area moved awkwardly. The sound of my heart pounding against my ribs seemed to ring in my ears.

I hesitated for a while.

Shall I go back?

It was a thought that came to mind dozens of times. But the steps did not fall. The extreme emptiness and loneliness that had brought me here held onto my ankles like sticky tar and refused to let go.

In the end, I took a step into the darkness.

The deepest part of the alley.

3rd floor of an old commercial building. It was in front of an iron gate without a sign. I stared at the bottom of the door, where faint light was coming through, for a long time. Next to the door was an old intercom whose purpose was unknown.

The fingers moved freely.

I rang the bell with trembling fingers.

No sound could be heard from inside. As silence passed, the courage I had just moments ago evaporated in an instant and regret came over me. Did I come to the wrong place? Or are you just ignoring it?

It was the moment to turn around.

The door opened with a dull, clanging sound.

“…Are you here?”

The one who opened the door was a middle-aged man. Greasy hair, shabby shirt. The look in his eyes as he looked me up and down was blatant and emotionless. It was like the look in the eyes of a butcher at a livestock market.

I couldn't say anything and just nodded.

The man moved away, twisting the corner of his mouth as if he was laughing at me.

“Come in.”

After passing through the front door, a narrow hallway appeared. A strange scent, a mixture of cigarette smoke and cheap air freshener, pierced my lungs. The man led me to a space that looked like a living room. It was a bleak space with only an old leather sofa and a table.

“Is this your first time?”

The man asked.

I nodded again. There was no need or reason to lie. Because clumsiness and tension must be evident in all my actions.

“Relax, I won’t eat you.”

He said that and pointed to a corner of the sofa with his chin. It meant to sit down. As I sat down, I heard an unusually loud creaking sound. The man sat across from me, crossed his legs, and looked at me intently.

“What style do you like?”

It was a time of choice.

I felt like my head was empty. I didn't know what to answer. I just needed someone to help me forget this terrible loneliness, even for a moment.

As my silence became longer, the man clicked his tongue.

“Well, what does a first-timer know? Just wait a moment.”

The man got up from his seat and headed toward the inner room. After a while, a woman came out.

“This is your first time working today. How is it?”

For a moment, it felt like my breathing stopped.

The woman looked to be in her mid-twenties. The tight black dress exposed her voluptuous body. In particular, her breasts, which were particularly swollen, were so huge that they looked as if they would burst through her clothes at any moment. The voluptuous pelvic line contrasting with the slim waist caught the eye.

But what caught my eye was her face.

It wasn't a bare face without makeup, but it looked like it had been seen elsewhere.It was far from vulgar makeup. Beneath the long eyelashes, the large eyes were as empty as if they were empty. An expression that is neither frightened nor familiar, but rather resigned to everything.

She couldn't look straight at me and had her eyes down on the floor. With both hands folded in front, I could see the fingertips trembling slightly.

“Do you like it?”

The man's voice brought me back to reality.

Instead of answering, I took out my wallet. He took out a few thick bills and placed them on the table. This act would decide everything. It was like a ritual of crossing a river of no return.

The man took the money with a satisfied smile.

“The room is over there. Take care of your own time.”

He stood up and tapped the woman on the shoulder.

“Take care of your guests.”

The woman flinched and trembled at those words. Then he slowly raised his head and made eye contact with me for the first time. My image was reflected in her empty eyes. The appearance of a shabby, anxious, pathetic man.

The man left, leaving only the two of us in the living room.

There was an awkward silence. In the breathtaking silence, only her shallow breathing could be heard.

“…Shall we go?”

It was the woman who broke the silence first.

Her voice was clearer than expected, but there was a slight tremor mixed in.

I stood up without a word.

The woman took the lead and headed to the door at the end of the hallway. As the door opened with a squeak, the interior of the room was revealed.

A queen-size bed took up most of the room. Other than that, it's just a small nightstand and a stand light. It was a space where everything existed for a purpose, and there was no room for emotions to enter.

The woman entered the room first.

I followed behind.

Click.

I heard the door closing behind me.

It sounded like a sound that cut me off from the world. Now in this room, me and this woman. It was just the two of us.

The woman stood tall in the middle of the room and looked back at me.

It was a different look from before. Instead of resignation and emptiness, there was a strange feeling, as if someone had made up their mind or had let go of everything.

Without saying a word, she slowly brought her hand to the shoulder strap of the dress.

Swoosh.

Her fingers grasped the thin shoulder strap.

Move without hesitation. It felt natural, like a mechanical movement that had been repeated for a long time. I reflexively reached out and grabbed her wrist.

“Wait a minute.”

My voice rang unfamiliarly throughout the room.

The woman's large eyes were round as if surprised. He looked alternately at his caught wrist and at my face. Her wrists were much thinner than I thought. The feel of the delicate bones was conveyed through the palm of my hand.

“…Why?”

She asked.

A look of embarrassment was evident. I even faintly felt wary, wondering if I might want to play pervertedly.

“No… that’s not it.”

I took a moment to choose my words.

“I think it’s too fast.”

The woman looked even more incomprehensible at my words.

“…Yes?”

“What’s your name…?”

It was only after I asked the question that I realized what I had done. How foolish and futile it is to ask for one's name in a place like this. But I couldn't pick up the words that had already been spit out.

The woman was silent for a long time.

He just looked at me with empty eyes. That gaze was so empty that I hoped she would despise me or laugh at me.

It was the moment when I was about to give up and let go of the hand I was holding.

“…I’m Seo-ah.”

It was a voice as big as a mosquito.

But I could hear it clearly.

“Seoah….”

I whispered her name softly.

For some reason, I thought that name suited her well.

“I….”

I was trying to say my name, but I closed my mouth. Revealing my real name here will just be another burden to her.

“Just… call me customer.”

“…Yes, sir.”

Seo-ah answered weakly and lowered her head. An awkward silence fell between us again. But it was a little different from the breathtaking silence at first. Although it was very subtle, something had changed.

“Shall I… take off my clothes?”

Seo-ah asked again.

This time it wasn't as mechanical as before. It was a cautious question, as if he was asking for my permission. I nodded silently.

Seo-ah slowly brought her hand to the back zipper of the dress at a different speed than before.

Chief-

The sound of a zipper being pulled down filled the room.

The tightly pulled black fabric loosened, and the hidden white flesh slowly revealed itself. She slightly twisted her shoulders and let the dress fall down.

Tuk.

The black dress fell to the floor helplessly.

“Huh….”

I took a short breath without realizing it.

She was wearing only a black bra and panties. I could guess it from the top of her clothes, but her body wearing only underwear was beyond imagination.

Especially breasts.

The small bra could not handle the bursting volume. More than half of her white breasts were sticking out of the cup. It seemed as if the strings would break at any moment and the two huge snow mountains would be liberated. The narrow waist drew an unrealistic curve, and the voluptuous pelvis drew the gaze downward.

Seo-ah blushed at my explicit gaze. I tried to cover my chest with my arms as if I was embarrassed, but my arms could not cover the enormity of it. Rather, that action only further emphasized voluptuousness.

“Over there….”

She hesitated and called me.

I approached her as if possessed.

Then he carefully reached behind her back and hooked his fingers on the hook of her bra. I felt her back tremble slightly.

Todok.

With the sound of the hook being released, the last string that bound her was released.

The bra lost its strength and fell to the floor.

The two huge breasts that were finally liberated were unable to overcome the force of gravity and sank slightly and swung around.

It was huge. It's so voluptuous that you can't even cover it all with one hand. The veins were faintly visible on the white, soft-looking breasts. And at the peak was a pink nipple that rose beautifully.

I swallowed dry saliva and wrapped my arms around Seo-ah’s waist.

Her body trembled and stiffened.

“Ugh…!”

When my cold hands touched her bare skin, she let out a short moan.

I gently pulled her towards the bed. She was led obediently to me without resistance.

I laid her down on the bed carefully.

As she lay down, her huge breasts naturally spread to both sides due to gravity, making her look even more voluptuous. I climbed on top of it and looked down at her. Her eyes were focused on me with a mixture of fear, resignation, and a little curiosity.

I slowly lowered my head and placed my lips on hers.

Seo-ah’s lips were tightly closed. I licked and sucked her lips gently, without haste. After a moment, her lips opened, ever so slightly, cautiously. When I pushed my tongue into the gap, she trembled.

The feeling of tongues gently intertwining.

I am herI grabbed her huge breasts with one hand as I craved her mouth.

“Umm…!”

Heavy and soft feel that fills the palm of your hand. When I lightly rubbed her nipples with my fingers, her waist trembled slightly and bounced up.

When they parted their lips after a long kiss, her face was flushed red and she was breathing heavily. The empty eyes were filled with light moisture.

I followed her body down.

When I licked her belly button with my tongue, she twisted her body.

“Oh… no….”

Her voice was trembling.

I didn't care and buried my face on her last remaining underwear, black panties. Her scent rose thickly onto the damp cloth. As I licked the thin fabric of her panties with my tongue, her legs trembled convulsively.

I hooked my fingers around the side line of the panties and pulled them down.

Finally, everything about her was revealed.

The spot between her white thighs, smooth and clean without any brush, was already shiny and moist with love juice. A clear liquid was flowing out between the pink, swollen skin.

I buried my face there without hesitation.

“Hey…!”

Seo-ah let out a scream-like moan.

A strong scent pierced my nose. I gently licked the swollen labia majora with my tongue. A salty yet sweet taste enveloped my tongue.

“Huh…! Oh, no…! There…!”

Seo-ah grabbed the bed sheets with both hands and spoke as if pleading. But her body was honest. Instead of avoiding my head, his waist came closer to it.

I found the small protrusion hidden in the center, the clitoris, and gently stimulated it with the tip of my tongue.

“Ahhh…!”

An exclamation burst from her mouth.

My body arched and convulsed like a bow. I played with my tongue even more persistently. A crackling sound echoed throughout the room. Her legs tightened around my head.

“Sleep… Wait…! Ugh, please…! Stop…!”

Seo-ah's voice was close to crying.

Contrary to her pleading voice, her pussy became soggy, pouring out even more love juice.

I paid no heed to her pleas and moved my tongue deeper.

“No…nothing like that…”