The offer from Yuto to take care of the sisters was readily accepted, with the substantial sum of money accounting for more than half the reason. That's how devoted Na-kyung was to her duty as a prostitute: selling her body for money.
"Ah... I, I..."
"Jenny, you've got such wide eyes. Do you want this money that badly?"
Nan shook the wad of cash like an amphibian luring prey with bait. Na-kyung swallowed hard. She didn't know exactly how much it was, but compared to what she received as Jenny while enduring all sorts of filth... Nan was probably much cleaner than any other customer, hygienically speaking. If it was just a matter of drinking some of her urine, she might be able to do it...
"Yes, yes... I, I want it."
Na-kyung spoke honestly. She knew better than to lie to Nan.
"Pfft... Pwahaha...!! You really are a money-crazed bitch, aren't you?"
Nan didn't seem fully awake yet, but she suddenly burst into laughter.
As Na-kyung stared blankly, Nan stuffed the bills back into her pocket.
"Just kidding. Well, maybe I'll have you do it later if I feel like it, but not now. Anyway, Jenny, you always exceed my expectations. I think I could sell my body for money, but I don't think I could drink pee."
"Ah, well..."
Na-kyung's face flushed red at Nan's sudden change in attitude.
She made the offer first, and now she's teasing me for being a money-crazed bitch. Even when she spoke with a smile, Nan was genuinely sneering. Na-kyung felt wronged. In the first place, it was difficult for her to refuse customers' requests... And in some ways, Nan hadn't asked her to do even worse things?
"Well, Jenny's a prostitute, after all. She has to support her family in Vietnam. It's only natural that she's desperate for money. I understand."
"...Thank you."
"But you can't just drink any pee when you're with me and my sister. You're in charge of all the cooking and cleaning, got it?"
"Yes, don't worry, Miss."
Na-kyung had no choice but to obediently submit to Nan's mockery.
Smack!
"Hic!"
Nan struck Na-kyung's bare back hard as she sat kneeling still.
"Now go and prepare breakfast, Jenny. No, clean the room first. My sister and I will be washing up and relaxing. Earn your keep in the meantime."
"Yes, yes... Miss. I will."
When three women slept in the same room and woke up, there was always a lot to clean, even if they didn't make a particular mess.
Na-kyung, still not allowed to even put on clothes, jumped up. Nan and Mae, the sisters, went into the bathroom together, looking friendly.
I have to clean the room now.
Na-kyung stared blankly at the bathroom door where the sisters had disappeared, then belatedly snapped out of it.
It was also Na-kyung's job to clean the rooms of her fellow call girls every morning, which they kept like pigsties. She knew better than anyone how dirty a place could get after women had slept there.
She didn't know what the schedule was for today, but at the very least, they would eat before going out, and she didn't know if Nan and Mae would cooperate by stepping aside for a while while she cleaned. The point was, she had to tidy up the bedding and pick up any hair that had fallen on the floor as quickly as possible while the sisters were out of the room.
Her heart quickly grew anxious.
Of course, it was nothing compared to the call girls' dormitory, where dozens of women would roll around. But there were hardly any time constraints on cleaning the dormitory. The hours were flexible, and no one would say anything if it took a long time. It wasn't like that now. She had to finish to some extent before the sisters came out of the bathroom.
Na-kyung hurriedly went to find the cleaning supply closet that was in every hostel room.
"Ah..."
What a disaster.
Na-kyung's expression turned troubled. There was nothing but a mop. It seemed that the expensive room didn't have any cleaning supplies. She only worried about what to do for a moment. Na-kyung quietly opened the door. She remembered the cleaning room in the corner of the hallway on each floor.
"..."
Naked in the hallway? Na-kyung bit her lower lip tightly. If she wore an apron, perhaps... But if she put on clothes without permission, Nan might find fault with her and make her suffer some kind of hardship. It seemed better to run into someone, whether a guest or an employee, in the hallway.
After all, she had shown her naked body countless times. Trying to rationalize it to herself, Na-kyung stepped out into the hallway as she was.
Hurrying, but at the same time very conscious of her large breasts swaying, Na-kyung carefully crossed the hallway. Fortunately, it was early in the morning, so there was no sign of anyone in the hallway. Praying that the sound of her pounding heart wouldn't be heard by anyone else, Na-kyung barely managed to get the cleaning supplies.
"Haa..."
As soon as she closed the door, a sigh escaped her lips.
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Swallowing once. The day had only just begun. Na-kyung started cleaning as quickly as possible.
These were things she had already done for the past few months. Before coming to Japan, Na-kyung's cleaning skills, which had only been enough to neatly clean her own room, had changed beyond recognition, as if she were a different person.
She shook the dust off the blankets and folded them neatly. She also didn't forget to make sure the corners were sharp so that she wouldn't be criticized. The various 'techniques' that Min had taught her in the early days of her job at the hostel were still important assets to Na-kyung.
Hair. The biggest obstacle and task in cleaning. A woman's long hair, even if there wasn't much of it, gave a very messy feeling, both visually and tactilely. Na-kyung knelt down and diligently swept the floor. Na-kyung knew very well, both now and in the past, how unpleasant it was to have a crunchy floor after washing. If her sister or younger sister had such an unpleasant experience, they would definitely not leave a call girl who couldn't clean properly alone. Na-kyung swept the floor with a broom, sweating profusely.
"Whew..."
At this rate, I won't get yelled at.
Thinking that, she barely straightened her back, which had been bent for a while, when she suddenly heard a giggle tickling her ear.
It was coming from beyond the bathroom door. The giggling of Nan and Mae, the sisters. The words she could vaguely understand were Korean. Nan and Mae, Ha-yeon and Ha-jeong, were obviously playing around while washing together.
I want to wash too. Na-kyung only thought that to herself. Of course, she had briefly washed her body with water last night, but she still felt uncomfortable. It was a wish that was usually impossible for Na-kyung unless she made special time for it, or now, unless she received explicit permission from the sisters.
She didn't envy or begrudge them. Jenny had a job to do. If she received money, she had to earn her keep, whether as a prostitute or as a cleaner. Na-kyung encouraged herself in that way and finished cleaning.
"Jenny!"
As she was shoving the cleaning supplies into a corner behind the invisible refrigerator, Nan and Mae came out wearing towels.
"Yes, Miss."
Na-kyung quickly went to the sisters and knelt down. The older sister stood behind the younger sister and dried her hair with a hair dryer. Nan gave Na-kyung another order while being attended to by her sister.
"Start preparing breakfast right now. I'm starving."
"I'll prepare it as quickly as possible."
Na-kyung wasn't given a moment to rest.
As she jumped up from her seat, her back ached sharply. A familiar backache. Na-kyung's brow furrowed slightly.
I have to endure it. I still have things to do.
Before turning on the gas stove, Na-kyung managed to get permission to at least put on an apron. Now, it was time to prepare breakfast for the sisters.
*
It was after she had barely finished setting the table before Nan started complaining.
She had hoped that she could at least satisfy her hunger at the same time, even if they didn't eat at the same table, but it was a futile wish.
"Come here and kneel under the table, Jenny."
"Yes, Miss."
Nan and Mae had showered and changed into clean new clothes. Without lifting a finger, Na-kyung was doing all the cleaning and cooking for them, so it couldn't be any more comfortable. Na-kyung, who was in charge of all the housework, had to crawl under the table and kneel, clutching her stomach in the midst of a terrible hunger that had come over her from some point on.
"Jenny. Aren't you hungry?"
"Yes... Ah, no, I'm not."
Na-kyung blurted out an affirmative answer to Nan's question without realizing it - Na-kyung hurriedly retracted her words, but Nan smiled slightly.
"Of course you're hungry. But even so, there's an order to things when a guest and a prostitute eat. You can endure it a little longer, can't you?"
"Yes... Of course, Miss."
Nan mentioned 'order' as if it were nothing. Then, she took off her apron and placed her foot on Na-kyung's bare thigh, who was naked, and began to eat nonchalantly.
"Ugh..."
She's using my thigh like a footrest. Nan's foot gradually put more pressure on it, slowly digging into the intimate area between her thighs.
"Shh. You have to be quiet."
"Yes... I'm sorry."
Na-kyung replied in a tearful voice.
Pain in her arms, legs, and back, terrible hunger, and even a little excitement.
For some reason, she felt like she was going to cry a little. Na-kyung tried hard to hold back her breath. In Nan's attitude towards the prostitute Jenny, Na-kyung felt the reality of her situation more keenly than ever before.
It wasn't just a difference in occupation, simply spreading her legs to earn money. There was an immeasurable gap between Nan and Mae, the Korean sisters, and Jenny, the Vietnamese illegal immigrant.
Of course, Na-kyung had no intention of denying it at all. Naked under the dark table, clutching her hungry stomach, Na-kyung pondered that fact. Was it because of the soft woman's foot rubbing against her thigh? She felt a strange sensation as her lower abdomen gradually became hotter at the same time as her hunger.
"Jenny. Your cooking skills are pretty good. It's delicious."
"Th, thank you."
Nan's praise was like a welcome rain in a drought. Na-kyung smiled brightly at the compliment that the food was delicious, even though no one was watching. For some reason, Nan's praise made Na-kyung happier than the men's talk about how chewy her pussy was.