"Even if the environment and limitations one is born into are powerful, not everyone in a similar situation walks the same path. Just look at Senior Lee Na-kyung. Not all second-generation chaebols in our country have proven their abilities to the entire nation and become respected businesspeople like Senior Na-kyung. Right?"
"Oh, here we go again? I know how amazing Senior Lee Na-kyung is."
At the predictable Lee Na-kyung praise, Nan pretends to pick at her ear, as if she's heard it all before. Na-kyung, who is also listening to the story, couldn't do that. Her eyes sparkle behind her glasses, and her eyebrows twitch up and down. You could tell, without her saying a word, how much her junior, Chae-young, respected and admired her in the past.
But the senior she respected so much was now indulging in a pleasure completely different from her junior's imagination.
"Ugh, haa..."
"Jenny. You don't have to hold back so much."
Nan grins and strokes Na-kyung's hair again. Chae-young's sharp gaze lands on Na-kyung. Na-kyung was terrified that her pounding heartbeat would be heard, and her legs went weak. She quickly lowered her head to avoid the gaze of her junior, who respected her the most in the world.
"Don't interrupt. Lee Na-kyung isn't the only example. You and I, or rather, you too. The girls you were close to since you were little. How many of them go to the same school as you now? A significant number of them have gone abroad for escapist studies. Isn't that right?"
"Well, that's true. It's not easy to get into our university, no matter how much money you have."
"Conversely, not all rural Vietnamese women come to Japan to sell their bodies."
"That's obvious. Okay, there are those who don't properly utilize their good environment, or those who overcome their bad environment."
"It's not just about that. A woman's sexuality isn't a value that can be freely traded for material gain, as Ha-jung thinks. Not all values in the world are okay to trade for money."
"Hmm... I don't agree with that opinion."
This time, it was Nan's turn to scoff.
"Look at Jenny. She spreads her legs for men because she likes it, and earns money she couldn't imagine in her hometown. The customers are happy too. Who's losing out? And even Lee Na-kyung, who you admire so much, hasn't really mentioned prostitution, has she?"
"Ugh..."
Chae-young frowned and shut her mouth at Nan's counterattack.
That was certainly true. Na-kyung had never directly mentioned such a sensitive topic in front of her juniors or colleagues. In fact, she wasn't very interested in it. In the past, that is.
"...Senior Lee Na-kyung must think the same way I do. She was always interested in the socially disadvantaged."
"Yeah, yeah. Of course, she would~ So what do you want to ask Jenny?"
"It's simple. To quote Senior Lee Na-kyung again... everyone is strongly influenced by their environment, and there's a defense mechanism where they mistake external coercion that's hard to escape as their own. Most sex workers who enjoy prostitution are probably like that. Like you said, terrible men are the customers, and they treat you like a slave. Does it make sense to like that? They're probably experiencing cognitive dissonance to escape a reality that's too hard to bear, because they're so desperate for money. Unlike what Ha-jung thinks."
"Ugh~ You're really doing whatever you want. I asked Jenny directly, so what... Why are you thinking so complicatedly? If she likes it, isn't it just that she likes it?"
Na-kyung, who had been eavesdropping on her juniors' sharp debate from right below, was trembling.
It wasn't just because she was being forced to masturbate in a public place. Chae-young's words, the junior who admired her the most in the past, pierced Na-kyung's heart like an awl.
Ironically, Na-kyung had no choice but to side with Nan, not Chae-young, in the two juniors' argument.
Na-kyung, or Jenny, was the strongest evidence. In fact, she wasn't from Vietnam. She was the eldest daughter of one of Korea's leading chaebol families, with no worries about money. The logic that Na-kyung was immersed in prostitution because she needed money, due to an unavoidable environment, and through cognitive dissonance, simply didn't add up. Na-kyung was definitely not in this position due to external coercion.
"Hic, sob..."
As she listened to her juniors' heated discussion, the movement of her fingers probing her pussy gradually became rougher.
Through the junior's defense of the Na-kyung she admired the most, Na-kyung realized how pathetic of a pervert she was, a pervert whose actions were impossible to explain logically. In fact, she largely agreed with the premise that a woman's sexuality should not be sold. She had been secretly fantasizing about self-destruction since the past, but even so, she didn't think prostitution was the right thing to do. Perhaps it was because it was wrong that it excited Na-kyung even more.
"Jenny. My friend has something to ask you. So stop that hand for a second. I saw you masturbating on the cafe floor, but I still can't believe it."
"Wh-what... What's hard to believe?"
At Nan's nonchalant words, Na-kyung reflexively asked.
"What else could it be? The fact that you're a born whore, a masochistic pervert who drools while doing perverted things. Isn't it ridiculous?"
"Ah..."
Na-kyung's hand barely stopped.
Nan continued to sneer. Seemingly dissatisfied, Nan's arrow was aimed at Na-kyung.
"If you had spent the last few days with me, my friend would have definitely had no choice but to understand. If you were a woman with a normal way of thinking, you wouldn't be so crazy about it even if you had a knife to your throat, right? Think about what you've been through, Jenny. Actually, I still can't believe it. The fact that there's a crazy perverted whore like you."
"...I-I'm sorry."
Na-kyung lowered her head slightly at Nan's scathing criticism.
She couldn't help but feel a little wronged. Na-kyung hadn't defended or excused herself, so why did she have to listen to such harsh criticism? On the other hand, while listening to her junior's scathing evaluation, Na-kyung became aroused again. The fingers that had been rubbing her pussy and probing her inner flesh had stopped, but her pussy was still dripping with juices.
"No. You don't have anything to be sorry for. My friend is just a very prominent fe.mi.nist. Her most respected senior is also a woman. Lee Na-kyung. I'll tell Jenny what she does later."
"Ah... Yes. Thank you..."
Na-kyung swallowed. Explaining to Lee Na-kyung what Lee Na-kyung does. Could there be anything more ridiculous than this? Na-kyung herself felt a chill down her spine. Realizing that the existence of 'Lee Na-kyung' had a tremendous influence on her juniors in some way, she savored the sweet secret that the very same Lee Na-kyung was kneeling and masturbating at her juniors' feet.
"Ask if you have anything to ask."
"Jenny. My name is Lee Chae-young, and... as you know, I'm Ha-jung's college friend. I'm from Korea, and I'm probably younger than Jenny. I have a few questions, and I'd like you to answer them as honestly as possible. And... don't masturbate."
Chae-young glanced at Na-kyung as she spoke.
She seemed quite confident and had firm values, but perhaps she didn't have much sexual experience. The voice asking her to stop masturbating at the end gradually became smaller. Ah... Na-kyung opened her mouth slightly and immediately looked back at Nan, who was her actual 'owner,' instead of stopping the masturbation as Chae-young had said.
Nan immediately shook her head.
"Why? There's no reason you can't do an interview while masturbating, right? Just do it like this."
Nan's firm answer met Na-kyung's expectations.
"Haa... Yes. I understand."
The fingers that had stopped for a moment slipped back into her pussy.
Chae-young made an unpleasant expression. She didn't seem to like the sight of a Vietnamese whore kneeling on the floor right in front of her and masturbating in a public place. Along with her resistance to Nan's orders, Na-kyung could read another psychology while staring intently at Chae-young's elegant face. It was probably a instinctive aversion to a whore who was kneeling on the floor, masturbating, and blatantly aroused. Whether Chae-young was aware of it or not, Na-kyung felt that familiar feeling and became even more excited. It was even more so because the other person was a junior who followed her past self from head to toe.
"..Okay. Ha-yeon unnie. Please let me know if Ha-jung is distorting the translation in a strange way."
"Hey! What do you think of me? I'm not that petty."
"Unnie."
"Okay. I won't just stand by and watch such ridiculous lies."
Securing the translator's honesty before the interview, Chae-young turned back to Na-kyung. Even in the meantime, Na-kyung's fingers were constantly scratching her pussy. As everyone's attention and gaze were focused on her, the masochistic pleasure that Na-kyung felt grew even more.
"Jenny. First of all, what's the biggest reason you came to Japan from Vietnam?"
"Do you even need to ask that? Of course, it's money!"
"Just translate."
Chae-young retorted sharply when Nan spoke instead. Nan shrugged and translated the Korean into Japanese for Na-kyung as it was. It was a ridiculous and cumbersome procedure from Na-kyung's point of view, who was a native Korean speaker, but she never showed it.
"...It's money. I thought I had to make money."
"She says it's money."
"Was there no way to get a normal job in Vietnam?"
"...There was."
The interview, which was actually an interrogation, began.
Na-kyung swallowed hard. It was important not to arouse suspicion with strange answers, but watching her college junior, who seemed determined to rehabilitate Na-kyung, Na-kyung was getting more and more excited.
It was a new environment that forced shame on Na-kyung. Her own fingers constantly fondling her pussy. And even the question of why a Vietnamese woman was prostituting herself in Japan.
Even considering the false identity of Jenny, it was a sharp question that pricked Na-kyung's heart.
Because in Korea, she was a successful person who was guaranteed a smooth path that everyone envied. She had given up all of that herself and come to this place to volunteer for ridiculous shame and humiliation. Certainly, Na-kyung's case would be more difficult to understand than the real 'Jenny,' who had disappeared and left no trace.
"There was... but it couldn't satisfy me. The things I could do in my home country... haa... had limitations. Everyone went down a similar path. I got the opportunity to go to Japan by chance, so I made a choice. That's all."