Madam's protests were easily resolved with Harukachi's help.
A man who exuded an unmistakably dangerous aura from a single glance. Those living on the fringes of society were acutely sensitive to instinctive threats. The adage that fists were closer than the law was a universal truth, transcending time and place. A 30% tip was offered, accompanied by the excuse that a little damage to the henna wouldn't be a problem.
"Unnie! Shouldn't you ask me first?"
Next was Lien's turn.
The one who had to finish with her mouth was the junior from Vietnam. In truth, Jenny had been thinking of pushing things even further. What Jenny wanted to see now wasn't simple fellatio, but intense sex between a man and a woman.
"Lien. Think about it carefully. How much has Harukachi sacrificed for us today? He used his precious paid leave to act as our driver and bodyguard. Of course we should repay him, right?"
"But that's for Unnie to..."
"Ahh, of course I'll repay him too. What about you? Are you just going to rinse your mouth after enjoying the benefits?"
"..."
"What are you all talking about?"
Harukachi showed slight irritation at the call girls' conversation conducted in Vietnamese.
"Wait a moment. Lien, am I wrong?"
"No..."
After placating Harukachi, Jenny pressed the junior again.
Even amidst that chaotic situation, Madam didn't stop her henna brush. A short cylindrical shape began to form on Jenny's voluptuously swollen breasts. Jenny tried hard to stay still, but her upper body trembled involuntarily. A woman drawing a honey jar on her breasts. It was impossible to gauge just how cheap she was. The more she imagined the completed henna, the more a strange, tingling sensation spread to her fingertips and toes each time Madam's cold hand brushed against her hot breasts.
"Are you doing it? No more excuses. Understood?"
"...Understood."
Jenny sternly demanded from her junior Lien.
Lien finally nodded. Although the two women from the same country had become privately close, except during paid plays involving money, the power dynamic had shifted significantly towards Jenny after the foot incident.
At Lien's affirmation, Jenny smiled brightly. After lightly shuddering at the thick brush's touch that had been subtly grazing her nipples, she grabbed Harukachi's pants.
"I'll take your pants off."
"I'd appreciate that..."
The prominent bulge at the front of his pants proved that Harukachi was also considerably excited.
Since Jenny only had one hand free, Harukachi pulled down his own pants and underwear. In the not-so-spacious room with three women, he unhesitatingly removed his pants, exposing his fully erect penis.
"Ah.."
"Mhm."
"Haa."
Objectively, Harukachi was a sexy man.
A body hard as stone, a somewhat fierce but handsome face, and above all, an impressive member that far exceeded the Japanese average.
Jenny, Lien, and even Madam swallowed their saliva upon seeing Harukachi's cock. Seeing the reactions of her junior and Madam, and the other two women letting out lewd breaths while looking at her pillar of support, Jenny felt smug.
"I'll do it with my hand... Ah, before that, it hurts if it's dry. Ahh..."
"What."
Squelch, squelch.
No gel had been prepared.
Jenny thrust her hand between her thighs, which had been rubbing together. She lightly stroked her soaking wet pussy, generously coating her fingers with love juice. Showing her glistening fingers with a dazed smile, even Harukachi, who had grown accustomed to the ace call girl's sudden actions, let out a soft laugh.
"Well, do as you please."
"Excuse me..."
Even if she was a worn-out rag difficult to wring dry, she often played the role of a demure virgin when it came to words and actions. Men generally preferred women who were, or pretended to be, demure.
Using love juice as a substitute for lubricating gel, she firmly grasped Harukachi's thick, rigidly erect cock with one hand.
Meanwhile, the brush tickling her chest showed visible results. A cute 'honey jar' shape appeared from her cleavage to her upper chest—exactly the visual Jenny had hoped for and fantasized about.
"Haa..."
Jenny's excitement amplified.
Harukachi's member throbbing in her hand, the cock of the man she loved most, created a synergistic effect.
Her thigh-rubbing movements also grew larger. As the naked prostitute receiving service kept fidgeting her body, Madam frowned, but acknowledging she was no longer someone who could be reasoned with, she focused all her attention on the brushwork.
"Hoo."
"Haa... Aht."
Harukachi and Jenny's moans tangled chaotically.
It looked as if the two were having sex. Caught up in the heat, Lien also rubbed her fingers over her hot pants. In truth, the desire to have sex with Harukachi at least once was no exception for any call girl in the Hostel Chain.
"My chest... is done too. Next is..."
"Lower abdomen. A heart on the lower abdomen, and an arrow piercing the heart. Like this, right?"
"Yes. I'll do it right away. Please stand up."
Madam had completely given up on trying to understand Jenny's antics.
Jenny grinned and stood up from her seat. To align the work area with eye level. Naturally, her soaking wet pussy was blatantly exposed in Madam's line of sight, but Jenny didn't mind. Madam also merely twitched the corner of her mouth disdainfully for a brief moment. Without showing any expression, she began drawing a heart on Jenny's concave lower abdomen.
"Hoo... I think I might cum soon."
"Oh my, already? Harukachi must not be in good condition lately~"
"Useless talk."
True to her reputation as an ace recognized by all, Jenny's hand technique was also exceptional.
After drawing out the urge to ejaculate from Harukachi faster than usual, she brought her hand to her mouth. She slurped up the smelly Cowper's fluid and semen thickly coating her fingers.
"Haa... I should be the one receiving this. Lien, I'm giving you a great opportunity. You know how popular Harukachi is at our place, right?"
"But it's just a ruined orgasm, what's the point?"
"No, it's not. You have to experience being penetrated to understand. Ah, fine. I get it, so just receive it with your mouth. You promised."
She skillfully placated her junior while gauging Lien's resistance.
The atmosphere no longer allowed for refusal. Harukachi turned his body sharply. The penis, enlarged further by Jenny's hand technique. Seeing it, Lien also gulped—Lien, who had applied heavier makeup and paid more attention to her clothes than usual, saying she was going out to play downtown today, objectively might be less beautiful than Jenny, but she certainly possessed the fresh charm unique to someone in her early twenties.
"Start."
"...Yes. Hahp—"
Judging by her expression, Lien didn't seem to dislike it very much either, despite the hierarchical relationship.
Lien opened her mouth slightly. Lien's upper and lower holes, as small as her petite frame, were praised for their tight pressure.
Sluurp...
Lien, kneeling, began the fellatio in earnest.
"...Now it's time to draw the arrow. It's delicate work, so please try not to move as much as possible."
"Ahh. I know. Please take care of it, Madam."
Harukachi rhythmically thrust his hips, and Lien, her throat being impaled, groaned, guk, guk.
Despite politely answering Madam's request, Jenny's hand was again roughly rubbing her own pussy mound.
"Kkeuk, guk.."
"Hoo—"
Harukachi suddenly reached out and grabbed Lien's small head.
Almost treating her like a human onahole. Jenny even felt the illusion that her own throat was stinging. She was more excited than she thought. Jenny alternated her gaze between the erotic picture being drawn on her lower abdomen, the honey jar already positioned on her chest, and her junior Lien having her throat roughly fucked by Harukachi.
"Haeung..."
An indescribably lewd pleasure surged. She was excited enough to unreservedly praise herself for composing this group and visiting this place.
"Kkeut..."
Lien convulsively twisted her body.
Harukachi deliberately slowed his pace. The throat pussy of the early-twenties girl probably felt quite good. Jenny crossed her legs.
"Jenny."
"Yes, Harukachi."
To Jenny, who had been watching her junior being fucked while rubbing her pussy and admiring the tattoo, Harukachi now asked.
"This one... her name is Lien, right? How much for a raw fuck?"
"Ah... how much was it. The prices change often lately. Why don't you ask her directly?"
Jenny's excited voice carried a playful tone.
It was impossible for Jenny, well-versed in the hostel's affairs, not to know the pussy price of her cherished junior. Harukachi, growing impatient, hardened his brow, but he wasn't one to be scared by just that.
"Make an offer first, Harukachi. Today is our day off, both of us. Don't they pay extra for working on holidays in Japan?"
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"Ahh, ahh...!"
The familiar moans of the Vietnamese girl tickled her ears.
The older Madam sitting right in front was even sweating cold sweat.
Ultimately, the tip—more precisely, the additional amount—Jenny had to pay jumped to 50%. She had caused enough strange incidents at the shop. The thing that drew Madam's strongest objection was none other than the final stage between Lien and Harukachi.
"Aheut...! Haak, heuk! Heuk..!"
Lien had climbed onto the shop's couch on her knees, hugging the backrest, and was literally being fucked like a dog.
A posture with her buttocks raised high, showing the curves of her waist and pelvis, alive and well, though meager compared to her senior Jenny. It was to match the height of the tall Harukachi, but it ultimately resulted in a posture similar to a bitch in heat.
"Ahh.. Heuk...!"
"Tighter, more."
"Yess...!"
Harukachi treated the call girls roughly, as usual—that is, as he did when fucking Jenny.
The intermittent slapping sounds on her buttocks and Lien's pained moans as her neck was choked could be heard.
To Jenny, it was no different from sweet classical music. Satisfied with the auditory stimulation, Jenny no longer turned her head. She focused entirely on the 'pictures' being engraved on her dark skin.
"Ah... Heung. Your skill is truly excellent."
"..."
Even praising until her mouth went dry elicited no reaction from Madam.
It didn't matter. She just wanted to convey her feelings. The heart and arrow engraved on her lower abdomen, her womb, were already complete. Precisely, the arrow pierced from below upwards, through the erotic heart positioned where her womb was located. What it meant was all too obvious.
The place the brush now touched was her thigh.
On the inner thigh, she was writing runic characters on the boundary between image and text. She had carefully adjusted it to be written a bit more sloppily on purpose, so it looked more like an image than characters. The only regret was that masturbation was absolutely impossible while writing on the inner thigh. No matter how much she begged, offering more tip, Madam wouldn't budge this time.
"Ahuk..! Ahh... It hurts too much. Aht... Ayuk..!"
"Shut up and just clench your hole."
Lien, moaning in pain yet intoxicated with pleasure, and Harukachi, coldly dismissing the girl's pleas.
The man and woman's voices and moans added to Jenny's auditory excitement. Haa... Each time the long brush brushed against her inner thigh, her spine tingled.
'How many have I gotten?'
Perhaps because she was too excited, her vision repeatedly blurred and cleared.
Jenny focused all her nerves on the tickling sensation on her inner thigh while slowly ruminating on the position and shape of the completed tattoos.
A pistol with its muzzle protruding along the side of a finger, a honey jar spanning her left upper chest and cleavage, the heart and arrow on her lower abdomen. What remained was probably the runic characters being written now and a rose in full bloom near her ankle.
That's a lot. All of them are hennas brimming with sexual implications, boasting that Jenny herself was such a hopeless, worn-out rag.
"Ahh..."
Savoring the meanings of the pictures drawn on her body, Jenny leaked a little love juice without even touching herself.
"Ah... Please bear with it a little. Please."
"Sorryyy..."
She apologized to the shop's Madam, who was disgusted, as if flirting with a regular customer. In truth, her voice was more chaotic and heated than ever before.
"Heuk...!!"
At the perfect timing, Lien's climaxing moan also exploded like a firecracker. Under the overlapping stimuli, Jenny gritted her teeth and desperately tried to hold her trembling body still. It wouldn't be bad if the henna got a little damaged, but even though they were pictures that would disappear within a month, she still wanted to preserve them as intact and pretty as possible.
If only they wouldn't disappear, it would have been better.
"Haa... Heung..."
Panting from reaching a strange orgasm without even touching herself, Jenny couldn't ignore the fundamental regret.
The fact that they would eventually disappear even if left alone was, at this moment, her greatest lingering attachment and sorrow.
If she hadn't had a hidden identity. If Jenny had just been Jenny from Vietnam, she wouldn't have needed to worry at all. Unlike Korea, it would probably be okay in Vietnam—Jenny couldn't shake off such thoughts.