"Hng, haa..."
Na-kyung couldn't hold back any longer and thrust her fingers inside her skirt.
She rubbed hard over her inexplicably damp panties. Every time her fingers touched her sensitive flesh, a thrilling pleasure surged through her like an electric current. Na-kyung steadily operated the machine while rubbing her pussy.
How much longer would she have to use it for her fingerprints to be completely erased?
Na-kyung was thinking such thoughts as she comforted herself.
It was a feeling of half anxiety, half anticipation. When she imagined a future where her fingerprints were completely erased, so that even if she had her fingerprints taken, her identity couldn't be discerned at all, a shiver of unknown fear ran down her spine. It was clearly another step in crossing a point of no return.
On the other hand, when Na-kyung thought about the vague reality that even if her mind changed, that is, even if she wanted to return to being Lee Na-kyung, the original second-generation chaebol from Korea, instead of Jenny, it would be impossible, a suffocating excitement welled up at the same time. Na-kyung was increasingly falling into the identity of Jenny, but she still recognized herself as Lee Na-kyung. However, if she couldn't prove that fact, her self-consciousness would be utterly useless.
"Heuk, aah..."
In a very short time, a gush of vaginal fluid flowed out.
If she stimulated herself more here, she could definitely feel it—but Na-kyung didn't. Instead, she left her panties stained with vaginal fluid and took her hand away.
She had enjoyed enough orgasmic pleasure today, and she knew that if she deliberately stopped just before climax in this state, she could enjoy a sensation of her body being elevated all day long.
Na-kyung, having used the machine evenly on all ten fingers, quickly hid it and headed to the bathroom.
"..."
Na-kyung's appearance reflected in the bathroom wasn't exactly pleasing to the eye.
It was inevitable. She only showered every few days, and even then, it was a quick wash. She hadn't changed her clothes once since receiving the maid uniform. She wasn't very clean to begin with, and after being passed around to men for a week in that outfit, it was bound to be dirty. At least her face wasn't too bad, as she washed it two or three times a day, but the current Na-kyung was a completely different person from Lee Na-kyung, who had been very thorough with her hygiene back in Korea.
Na-kyung rather liked her own transformation.
In this hostel, no one demanded strict hygiene from the staff, especially the women. From the start, the guests who stayed here were a bit distant from hygiene, and they were encouraged to clean the rooms quickly or accept even more men instead of fussing over washing themselves.
"Hmm..."
Suddenly, she felt an itch between her legs—a sensation slightly different from when Na-kyung was sexually aroused. Not in a figurative sense, but a literal itch. Na-kyung frowned slightly and scratched between her legs over her panties.
It wasn't a very serious problem, as scratching over her panties brought relief and quickly subsided.
"Let's see..."
Only then, satisfied, Na-kyung took out her Vietnamese textbook to make good use of the remaining free time.
Na-kyung sat down and studied, memorizing Vietnamese aloud as if humming. The studying she had started before Miji handed her the textbook was quickly improving her skills, and now she was confident in communicating to some extent even if she met a local Vietnamese person.
Of course, she couldn't shake off the clumsy foreign accent as it hadn't even been six months, but it would be much better than not being able to communicate at all. Pronunciation problems could somehow be excused, but if conversation was impossible, then she really wouldn't be able to avoid suspicion about whether she was really from Vietnam.
As Na-kyung was engrossed in studying Vietnamese, losing track of time, she sensed someone outside the door. Like with the fingerprint erasing machine, she quickly put away the textbook and changed her posture to pretend she was relaxing comfortably.
Just barely, the door opened, and Ming, along with Na-kyung's colleagues, or women doing the same work, poured inside.
"Jenny!"
Ming was the first to call out to Na-kyung, or rather, Jenny.
Unless you were an idiot, you could sense that their atmosphere was unusual. From the start, their work ending times were different, so they never returned together in such a large group.
"What is it?"
"Follow me to the bathroom. Right now."
While Ming was speaking, the other foreign women stood around Na-kyung as if surrounding her.
Na-kyung was startled. She had thought that she wasn't in a position to be intimidated by the other women, but when a majority pressured one person, Na-kyung couldn't help but shrink back.
"Okay..."
They led Na-kyung into the bathroom, watching her closely so that she couldn't escape elsewhere along the way. In particular, Ming naturally cornered Na-kyung in the bathroom and stood in front of her. On either side of Ming, two other women from Bangladesh and Myanmar... that is, the two who acted like Ming's closest aides, took their places.
"Wh-what's going on?"
Na-kyung was quite flustered—it had been a week since she started working at the brothel disguised as a hostel. This was the first time for such an event.
"Listen carefully to what I'm about to say."
Ming raised her hand and poked Na-kyung's round forehead.
"I've told you several times, right? Don't give in to everything the perverts demand. And also what the male staff ask for. But what did you do?"
Only after hearing Ming's story, which she spat out in a fierce tone, did Na-kyung realize why they were surrounding her with such murderous expressions.
"Ah..."
Na-kyung was momentarily speechless.
It was definitely a warning she had heard several times. Each time, she had obediently answered that she understood and would do so. But when she actually went out into the 'field,' all reason, memory, and the precautions she had heard beforehand were erased, and Na-kyung had simply acted according to her instincts.
"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"
"Huh?"
As Na-kyung stammered an excuse, Ming sighed as if she was dumbfounded.
"Are you kidding me right now?"
This time, Ming's hand touched Na-kyung's cheek. Not gently caressing, but slapping with enough force to make a smack sound.
Na-kyung's shoulders twitched, fearing she would be slapped.
"How many times have I told you? But you ignored everything and now you're saying you didn't mean to? Are you retarded? Can't you remember? Or are you trying to screw with us on purpose?"
Smack, smack...
Ming's hand, slapping her cheek, was getting stronger and stronger.
It was clear that she had come fully prepared—Na-kyung realized, a beat too late, that this was no ordinary matter. They, including Ming, were very angry at Jenny's seniors.
"That's, well..."
"You crazy pervert."
Whack!
Before Na-kyung could finish her excuse, a harsh slap came back this time. Na-kyung's head snapped around. Stars seemed to twinkle before her eyes. Na-kyung's legs trembled.
"M-Ming."
"Do you think I don't know? It's not that you want to earn more money, or that you want to look better to the male staff, right? You just like being treated like a whore who does anything. Am I wrong?"
"Ah..."
At Ming's chilling accusation, which seemed to pierce her lungs, Na-kyung felt her legs give way.
Come to think of it, it would have been stranger if a woman as perceptive as Ming didn't know. Certainly, Na-kyung's attitude of unilaterally breaking the rules that were tacitly observed among the whores—in other words, the lines they had to protect without devaluing themselves—and accepting even unfair and unreasonable demands was difficult to explain rationally.
If she simply wanted more money, it would be better to reject physically demanding requests and take on even one more customer. There was no particular need to look good to the male staff from the start. The source of their income ultimately depended on their own salesmanship, appearance, and service. It was almost irrelevant to the hostel's middle managers, so it was okay to just pay the minimum amount to avoid disadvantages.
Jenny was different. She accepted all the perverted acts that the customers demanded, and furthermore, she mingled with the male staff without pay or refused their requests.
The problem was that Jenny wasn't the only woman selling her body in this hostel. Jenny was by far the most beautiful and highly paid woman among them, but Jenny had broken all the lines that the existing women had protected, so comparisons were inevitable among the customers and male staff, and now they were also suffering from similar requests.
Smack! Whack—!
It seemed that Ming had taken the lead.
"Ack! Aack... Pl-please... I was wrong, Ming."
Na-kyung, seeing the glistening eyes of the women, was mercilessly slapped and knelt down.
"Ha. This slut, really..."
Ming shook her head.
They were all whores anyway, but the eyes of the other women looking down at Na-kyung were as if they were looking at a dirty bug.