Thump.
The door slammed shut.
Nakyung stood there naked, stunned.
The space Miji had occupied felt like a storm had passed through.
A conclusion had popped into her head almost instinctively. The gist was simple:
"Have some fun. If you really can't stand it, I'll figure something out then."
Miji had curtly dismissed Nakyung's complaint about wanting to be taken out of there immediately.
"..."
She stared blankly at the closed door.
The clanking sound was clear. The door wasn't that thick, but it wasn't something a woman could force open alone without any tools.
It was the sound of the door being locked from the outside.
"This won't do..."
A bewildered murmur escaped Nakyung's pale lips.
Locked. Trapped. She couldn't get out of this room.
Obvious facts swirled in her head.
The fake Lee Nakyung. Her name was Mina, wasn't it? A Korean college student studying abroad in Japan. That woman, replacing Nakyung, had been exposed to the Japanese media for some reason, and naturally, it would have been known in Korea as well.
But even so, was it okay for her to be like this right now?
Nakyung's body trembled slightly. Not severely, but as if she had a chill. Naked, she shivered and crawled into the bed.
The bedsheets were a little damp. She wondered if they had even been properly washed. They smelled musty. The old Nakyung, the Lee Nakyung from Korea, would never have even come near these sheets. In Korea, she had been extremely sensitive about hygiene.
But not anymore.
Nakyung had grown accustomed to most of the filth. Selling her body was generally far from hygienic, especially in cheap establishments. Nakyung nonchalantly buried herself naked in the dirty sheets, trying to sort out her chaotic thoughts.
It's okay. It'll be okay.
That was Miji's reaction. The facts Nakyung knew were extremely limited.
Her real identity. The second-generation heir of the Sungbon Group.
Among the people Nakyung was currently meeting, Miji was the only one who knew this fact.
Naturally, Miji was also the only one who could explain the situation in Korea, the situation of the group, to Nakyung.
But Miji had reacted nonchalantly to Nakyung's concerns, as if it wasn't a problem at all.
"It'll be okay..."
Nakyung's fingers fidgeted under the covers.
The skin on her fingertips still tingled. It was usually like that after using the fingerprint erasing machine. The pain lingered for about half a day, and it took a full day to completely subside. And then, when she looked closely at her fingers, she could clearly see the results of the machine she used almost without fail.
Blurred fingerprints. Fingerprints were a very important biometric identification method for Koreans.
Was it really okay?
Stroking the inside of her thigh, Nakyung became a little anxious.
She wasn't stupid. Her mind had become a lot duller since coming to Japan, but she hadn't completely lost her senses.
Miji's attitude. She knew that Miji was definitely not friendly to her, and that she had other intentions.
Nakyung knew that much. She had been deliberately ignoring it, and Miji's attitude had even excited her, making her pretend not to notice, but again, Nakyung wasn't stupid.
So... the fact that the fake Lee Nakyung had appeared in the media was definitely not a problem to be taken lightly.
"Hmph..."
As she stroked the inside of her thigh, her lower abdomen gradually warmed up.
Nakyung's nose twitched. A strange smell. Like burning wet grass.
At first, she didn't know what it was, of course. Nakyung belatedly recalled the knowledge and experiences she had indirectly learned.
Marijuana. Or cannabis.
It certainly wasn't a good smell, but Nakyung found herself taking deeper breaths than usual without realizing it.
Ah... I shouldn't get high on this.
Nakyung bit her lip tightly and turned her head away.
She didn't necessarily see marijuana as all bad. She remembered once looking up a paper that objectively stated that it was less addictive and harmful than cigarettes. In fact, several countries had legalized it.
Nevertheless, Nakyung was Korean.
And a fairly conservative type by many social standards. Whether that was her nature or a socially learned result, she thought that she should avoid marijuana, which left traces on her body, no matter how good it made her feel or how much it could make her forget the pain.
Should I just masturbate instead?
Her thoughts took a strange turn.
"Heuh."
A subtle sense of unease. The fear that a college student named Mina might completely steal her place made Nakyung seethe.
While trying to reassure herself that that wouldn't happen, Nakyung was already fiddling with her crotch, which had become wet.
"Ah ah..."
I can feel good enough without weed.
Nakyung realized her own perverted tastes anew.
She had willingly chosen an absurd downfall, and now she was completely locked in a solitary room. 'A Prostitute Locked in Solitary Confinement.' It sounded like the title of a literary work, but that was her reality.
"Heung, ahh..."
Squeak, squeak—
Her fingers went deep into her hot vulva.
Her head heated up along with it. Troublesome worries quickly faded.
It'll be okay. Miji said it would be okay.
Looking back, Miji was a rough person and very selfish, but at least she hadn't lied to Nakyung.
Unless she had been firm from the beginning, saying that it wouldn't work, that it wasn't possible. She couldn't remember her ever going back on her word, no matter how hard she tried to recall.
She was someone she could trust, at least. Nakyung came to that conclusion—it was water under the bridge. It wouldn't work to beg Miji to get her out of there now.
"Heuk..."
I can't get out of here without Miji anyway.
Nakyung realized that she was in a weaker position in her relationship with Miji. So, she shouldn't upset Miji.
Squeak, squeak... The lewd sound of masturbation, scratching her pussy, echoed incessantly. Nakyung continued to masturbate, comforting herself in that way.
"Oh, you're dressed up and waiting for me?"
"Yes, of course."
Hideyo. A pervert, or quack doctor, who had his license revoked in Japan for violent crimes.
He had come to see Nakyung again.
The moment she heard the sound of a lock and chains being removed from the outside, Nakyung jumped up.
Whoever it was, it would take some time to open the door to the solitary room where the establishment's ace was locked up. It was a reflection of the intention to lock Nakyung up tightly and securely.
Nakyung quickly got up and straightened her clothes. To be exact, Nakyung had been wearing only her underwear from the start. She quickly made the bed and sat on the edge of the bed in a straight posture, putting on a so-called 'pretty face'. It was the exemplary posture of call girls greeting customers in a room.
Hideyo seemed to have recognized Nakyung's desirable posture. It was only natural, since he had worked at a hostel for a long time.
"You were waiting for me? Huh?"
"Of course..."
Hideyo's giggling laughter and question.
Nakyung was inwardly sullen, but she didn't lose her business smile.
When you think about it, Hideyo's ugly appearance wasn't that bad compared to the customers she received. It wasn't good, but it was something she could get over if she just closed her eyes.
Nakyung, who had gotten up first, linked arms with the quack doctor's thick arm.
"You missed me too, didn't you, Doctor?"
"Huh? Your attitude has changed a lot? Why? Did your mindset change?"
"..."
Hideyo wasn't easily fooled by a prostitute's charm.
He chuckled and reached out. When he grabbed her full breasts, which couldn't be hidden under her worn underwear, Nakyung's brow furrowed slightly.
It hurt, but she was used to this kind of rough touch. Nakyung raised the corners of her lips again. It was a forced smile, but men didn't dislike it even if a pretty call girl clearly expressed that she was catering to their mood.
"Of course... I have to do my best. A wonderful doctor like Hideyo-nim... is taking care of me directly, so what am I afraid of?"
"Oh ho. Good thinking. So, I brought a gift for our Jenny today."
"Ah...!"
Hideyo said that and wrapped his arm around Nakyung's waist.
Not just a touch, he pulled Nakyung towards the bed with a rough force.
Nakyung, whose injuries hadn't fully healed, couldn't help but frown. He must have known, but there was no consideration in the man's touch.
"Let's start by getting a load off first."
"Ugh... Yes, yes."
Hideyo grabbed her shoulders and forced Nakyung to kneel halfway.
The moment her vision lowered, she could see the inside of the paper bag that he had slung over his shoulder as it fell over.
Inside the bag, a stained white box stood out, and the rest of the space was occupied by women's clothing.
"Aren't you going to take my clothes off?"
"Ah... I'm sorry. I'll take them off right away."
Hideyo urged her. Nakyung quickly reached out and pulled down the quack doctor's tight pants.
Author's Note
I will try to upload steadily, even if it is a small amount.