The interview room's interior was as shoddy as the motel building and the hallway outside. It was cramped, smelled musty, and the three Japanese employees acting as interviewers sat on chairs that looked like they belonged in a neighborhood bathhouse, behind a grimy desk, staring blankly at Na-kyung as she opened the door and entered.
"Come stand here."
"Pardon? Oh. Yes."
Even though there was a chair clearly placed for the job seeker to sit, one of the employees 'ordered' her. Na-kyung was a little flustered but quickly went and stood in front of the table where they were. As if waiting for it, two of the middle-aged employees stood up.
"We're going to do a physical examination. It's a job that uses the body. Any complaints?"
"Ah, no..."
It was an intimidating voice, as if trying to completely crush her spirit before the interview even started.
They weren't particularly scary in appearance or size, but unlike Na-kyung, who was alone and in a completely subordinate position, they were a majority of men and the interviewers. Na-kyung was startled and lowered her head, replying in a small voice.
"Ugh...!"
And what these so-called interviewers did wasn't much different from what Khan had done outside.
"Stretch your arms out to both sides and raise them."
"...Yes."
Na-kyung raised both arms as high as she could, as if doing gymnastics. The male employees touched Na-kyung's body. Arms, shoulders, neck, lower abdomen, waist, buttocks, and even thighs. Almost like going through security at an airport. But the hands that blatantly fondled her major body parts clearly had ill intentions.
"No implants or damaged parts."
"Good."
Na-kyung's face turned as red as a persimmon. Their hands didn't even spare her breasts or buttocks, which bulged greatly under her mini-dress.
"Your name is... Jenny, I see. You don't have any experience working in motels or lodging facilities?"
"No, but..."
Her head was spinning from the immense shame and embarrassing experience, but when a question that resembled an interview finally came out, Na-kyung hurriedly opened her mouth.
"I have a lot of other work experience. And... I'm in good shape, so I'm confident."
Na-kyung made her self-promotion with a trembling voice, but the interviewers' reaction was lukewarm. They barely listened to what Na-kyung was saying while still groping her body.
"Ugh..."
Na-kyung had to bite her lip to consciously avoid making a moan. Because along with the shame, an unknown, strange sensation was rising. If she let her guard down even a little, she felt like she would make a strange sound that she absolutely shouldn't make in an interview.
"Take off your clothes."
"Excuse me?"
Na-kyung doubted her ears for a moment. What did he just say?
"I said take off your clothes. Do you have to make me say it twice?"
"Wh-why the clothes..."
As Na-kyung stammered, the interviewers who were groping Na-kyung's body over her mini-dress looked at each other. Then they turned their heads back to Na-kyung and smirked.
"Do you have to ask? Why do you think we would risk crackdowns and hire an illegal alien woman like you?"
"...!"
Na-kyung bit her lip even harder at the blatant and even violent remark. Of course, their words were undeniable. Even if it was a cheap motel, a Japanese corporation with proper permits and real estate wouldn't hire an illegal alien like Na-kyung, or rather, Jenny, at the risk of great social criticism and punishment for the managers, unless there was another reason.
It was to get cheap labor, and that too, young women who sell their bodies.
"Still..."
But Na-kyung still couldn't understand the order to take off her clothes. As she continued to protest weakly, the interviewers shook their heads.
Their response to Na-kyung's protest was very firm.
"If you don't want to, leave this room right now. We don't need female employees who can't even take off their clothes properly in front of us."
"..."
Their tone was polite in its own way, but the way they looked at Na-kyung was different.
Na-kyung's whole body became hot with shame and humiliation. Even as they told her to leave if she didn't like it, the interviewers had a look of certainty in their eyes. That there was no way an illegal alien would dare to refuse the opportunity to get such a job. So, in the end, you have no choice but to strip naked in front of us.
What made Na-kyung even more embarrassed was that she couldn't deny their words or thoughts at all. Na-kyung needed to get a job at this motel. She was also prepared to sell her body to customers. So, if she was rejected from the interview because she felt uncomfortable with just undressing and being naked in front of the interviewers, there would be no more foolish thing to do.
Nevertheless, Na-kyung desperately looked back and forth at the interviewers.
Surely, the general manager said that he would also intervene in the interview. There should be an employee who recognized Na-kyung, or Jenny, and would pass her according to the instructions from above. But, Na-kyung felt that none of the interviewers in the room knew who Na-kyung was. She could instinctively realize it. Among them, there was no helper who would pass her to follow the orders from above, even if Na-kyung didn't listen.
"...Okay."
Then, in the end, Na-kyung had no choice but to be purely appealing to the interviewers as an applicant and pass.
Na-kyung grabbed the shoulder strap of her mini-dress with trembling hands.
As if Na-kyung had made up her mind, the interviewers showed a noticeably expectant reaction. In fact, her appearance was remarkably superior among all the women from illegal aliens who had come to the interview, so it was natural.
"Hoo..."
"Amazing."
When she pulled down her mini-dress and exposed her underwear, they all showed a positive reaction. Although what Na-kyung was wearing was originally Jenny's cheap and grimy underwear, it couldn't hide her superior glamorous body.
Even though she wasn't from Russia, the voluptuous breasts that even a man with large hands could never grab with one hand, the slender waist, and the line leading to the wide-open pelvis and plump thighs, proved that the aggressive figure that stood out over the mini-dress didn't borrow the help of pads or implants at all.
"Take off all your underwear too."
"...Yes."
Na-kyung was thinking that the office where she was having the interview, no, this warehouse, was very hot. It seemed like her vision was slightly blurred too. The absurd situation of being naked in front of Japanese men she was seeing for the first time today and showing off her flaws as if boasting, greatly stimulated Na-kyung's unknown desires and tendencies.
Now that she had started, she couldn't turn back. Like riding a tiger, she couldn't easily jump off, Na-kyung took off her panties and bra as if possessed and threw them on the floor.
"..."
A strange heat, tension, and silence fell inside the warehouse. Even though the employees didn't tell her to, Na-kyung didn't do the foolish act of standing at attention and hiding her breasts or vagina with her hands. As if she already knew that it was useless anyway, or perhaps she wanted to show more.
"...Turn around. Slowly."
One of the interviewers stared blankly at Na-kyung's well-proportioned body and then belatedly seemed to come to his senses and instructed her.
"Yes..."
The trembling in Na-kyung's voice became even more intense. It felt like a drop of sweat was already flowing down her temple. Na-kyung struggled to suppress the lewd voice that kept trying to leak out and turned her body as they wanted.
"Stop."
The employee said in a position where he could see her large, full buttocks and slender waist that narrowed like a funnel from behind.
Na-kyung stopped abruptly as he told her to. She even had the illusion that something was surging up from her lower abdomen at the hot gaze that seemed to pierce her naked buttocks. Even if she tried to stand still, her legs trembled and showed her emotional turmoil.
"As you are... grab your knees with your hands and bend your back."
"Ah..."
Na-kyung paused when they blatantly demanded a strip show, but again, she had no choice. Na-kyung couldn't help but bend her back, grabbing her knees with both hands, in front of the lewd gazes of the men who were staring intently to see her flaws properly.
Naturally, Na-kyung's buttocks, which were already large and full, were raised upwards, and Na-kyung's pudenda, which was still maintaining a bright color, was exposed between her buttock cheeks. The men's gazes became even hotter when they saw Na-kyung's plump labia majora.
"..."
Na-kyung was somehow holding back her rough breathing. Surely, if they came any closer, they would be able to see that the area around Na-kyung's vaginal flesh was twitching and that she was shedding hot water. If the angle of the lighting was tilted a little more towards Na-kyung, the presence of the lubricant reflecting the light would have been visible too.
"Excellent."
The interviewer praised Na-kyung's figure. But he didn't tell her to return to her original position or to put her clothes back on.
"The figure is very good... but we need to see if she can handle the work properly, right?"
"That's right. What's the point of having a good figure? It's a service job after all."
The Japanese men, who were engaging in sexual harassment disguised as interviews, justified their absurd demands while talking among themselves.
Na-kyung was feeling a sense of dizziness in her head. The men were the type that Na-kyung, the heir to the Sungbon Group, the second-generation chaebol Lee Na-kyung, would never even associate with. But the current Jenny couldn't dare to disobey even a single word of their words.
"Come this way. Don't wear clothes."
...Absurd orders continued. Na-kyung struggled to hold on to her trembling legs and walked towards the interviewers. The splendid and lewd sight of Na-kyung's large breasts swaying even in that short distance made the interviewers' manhoods stand up even stiffer.
Author's Note
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