"What seems to be the matter?"
Despite her foreign appearance, the security guard asked the question politely in Japanese.
In that brief moment, the clean-cut young man quickly scanned Jenny's entire body from head to toe. It wasn't a conscious act, but the instinct of a virile male. Instead of feeling displeasure, Jenny vaguely glimpsed hope and possibility. Rather than hunching her shoulders, she subtly leaned her upper body forward, adopting a posture that seemed to emphasize her large breasts.
"It's just... I have some business inside."
Jenny's Japanese was smoother than usual.
To give off as 'less' vulgar a feeling as possible. A wish contradictory to the posture and attire she was adopting, but necessary in the large buildings of Japan's business district. She had the dual obligation of proving both her attractiveness as a female and that she wasn't a harmful person.
"Business?"
"Yes, at the hotel where I work... the manager told me to come here..."
"You don't have a pass?"
"No, no. I'm, well... not a regular employee..."
Her whispering voice was soft but would have been clearly audible.
Jenny keenly read the subtle easing of wariness in the security guard's expression.
He tilted his head to the side. Jenny was simultaneously gauging the reactions of the two guards standing on either side of the gate.
Clearly, both security guards had been paying attention to Jenny. By now, probably...
"What's going on?"
"Nothing much."
Jenny's prediction hit the mark perfectly.
In response to the other guard's question, the one dealing with Jenny gave a short reply. As Jenny intended, she had prevented both from intervening simultaneously. Things one person might show flexibility about often become matters of unavoidable principle when two or three are involved.
"Then, is there no employee coming out to meet you? Or an internal call..."
"Ah... about that..."
It was a question within the expected range.
Jenny's lips twitched. Meanwhile, a considerable number of employees with pass cards swiftly passed through the gate beside her. Most didn't even glance back at her conversing with the guard; a few stole a look, showing mild interest.
Jenny deliberately didn't hide her troubled expression. Few things garner men's sympathy as effectively as a beautiful woman in distress.
"Actually, someone from the head office was supposed to pick me up... but I think we missed each other. We were supposed to meet at the train station, but no matter how long I waited, they didn't come..."
"Hmm..."
A faint wrinkle appeared on the man's brow.
"So you're saying there's absolutely no way to verify your identity?"
"Yes. I'm also a foreigner. But, I do know the face of the person I was supposed to meet. He said he was the manager, and I've seen him a few times at the hostel."
"..."
The man fell silent for a moment.
No entry card, no other internal personnel to verify her identity. Moreover, not Japanese but a foreigner. The security guard, who made decisions based on codified principles, didn't deliberate for long.
"That's difficult. I understand the situation, but I can't let you in without identity verification."
"Ah... yes, of course you would. That's only natural."
Jenny, of course, hadn't expected to pass through the gate just by talking.
She nodded slowly, as if fully understanding his principle-based stance. While engaging in the stiff conversation, Jenny gradually moved closer to him. The security guard must have sensed Jenny approaching, but few men would dislike close proximity with a stunning beauty, even if foreign-looking.
"Still, it's too difficult for me to just wait here unconditionally or simply go back like this... I even took time off work. If I go back empty-handed, I'll get a huge scolding."
The end of Jenny's voice trembled slightly.
She wasn't acting; she was sincere. The pitiful circumstances she explained were, to a large extent, entirely true.
"Even so, unauthorized entry is not permitted."
"Yes, yes. I'm not asking to just go in..."
Jenny cautiously continued.
"Could you possibly make one call to the office? I remember the name of the hostel where I work and the manager's surname. He's Korean, so it might not be exact, but if someone hears about it, there might be someone who knows him... in the hotel business department."
"Hmm..."
Deep wrinkles formed on the young male guard's forehead.
It wasn't just a matter of debating whether to show flexibility—Jenny naturally adopted a posture that seemed to gather and emphasize her breasts with her arms as she drew even closer to him. Over her top, her ample breasts lightly, very lightly, brushed against the man's body before pulling away. Jenny appealed to him while making the most pitiful expression she could muster to stimulate men's protective instincts.
"That much... might be possible. What's the hostel brand and the Korean manager's surname?"
"Yes, thank you so much!"
A bright smile spread across Jenny's lips.
Bowing her waist in a polite greeting, she then relayed the now all-too-familiar brand name of the Hostel Chain and the Korean surname, 'Joo'.
One of the other possibilities Jenny was hoping for. The Seongbon Group was officially operating a hotel business in Japan, and there was Manager Joo Sung-ha, who had welcomed 'Ina-kyung' when she first set foot in Japan. Even if she didn't outright reveal her identity, wouldn't there be at least one person among the staff who knew about today's meeting, or at least wouldn't simply ignore it and come down?
"Yes. Security team here..."
The young man, having received Jenny's subtle seduction, sent a simple hand signal to his colleague on the other side before picking up his radio.
Even while speaking into the radio, his gaze refused to leave Jenny's large, soft breasts. What signal had he read? The male interest slid from her chest down to her lower body. The curved buttocks pushing her tight skirt taut. Like her sleeveless top, the miniskirt Jenny wore did nothing to hide her well-developed, wide hips.
"Yes, yes... Please check it out. Thank you... Please wait a moment."
"Yes, thank you so much—"
The gate security guard's excessive kindness. Jenny repeatedly bowed, expressing her gratitude. With each movement, her heavy breasts swayed quite noticeably.
It would take a little time for an answer to come back from the office. In the meantime, Jenny found out the security guard's name. Yoichi. It was a common Japanese male name, but coincidentally, his name was also Yoichi.
"Where are you from? What's your name?"
"Ah... I'm from Vietnam. My name is Jenny."
The tone of Yoichi, holding the radio, subtly changed. The shift to personal conversation was as smooth as a snake slithering over a wall.
"So you came from Vietnam. How long have you been working at the hostel?"
"Not even a year yet."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Just... cleaning the rooms guests use, and if I get a tip, I do a little 'service' too."
"Service?"
"Yes."
At that point, Jenny deliberately flashed a shy smile.
Ch-chk—the awaited sound came from the radio.
"Just a moment. Yes, yes. Hmm... None? The manager either? Yes, confirmed."
Jenny's expression darkened as she heard Yoichi's voice right in front of her.
"They say there's no brand you mentioned, Miss Jenny. No Korean manager with the surname Joo either. Are you perhaps remembering wrong?"
"No. I remember exactly. I worked there for months..."
Jenny's lips twitched anxiously.
Her second hope had also failed—Security Guard Yoichi also twitched his eyebrows briefly, seeming disappointed.
She couldn't back down now. Before the other could issue an order to leave, Jenny quickly made a preemptive move.
"Mr. Yoichi. I have just one request, just one. I have absolutely no intention of causing trouble. Couldn't you, Mr. Yoichi, go inside with me? I also know where someone who knows me might be. If you just help me this once, I'll definitely repay you then."
"...!"
Security Guard Yoichi's eyes widened.
Jenny from Vietnam wasn't just talking about repaying with words. She was bolder than he could have imagined. Twisting her body to block people's view, she simultaneously took the man's hand and guided it toward her chest. He, who had already been sneaking glances at her prominent breasts over her top, couldn't resist the obvious yet fatal temptation.
"What..."
"Actually, I didn't mention it earlier, but I'm also in a bit of a hurry for the restroom. You could even come to the restroom with me, Mr. Yoichi... Eek!"
This time, it was her turn to be surprised.
The man's hand, which she had boldly guided toward her upper body, without any warning, tightly grabbed the ample breast of the Ace call girl from Vietnam.
Jenny's slender body trembled.
Success? Yoichi was silent. Meanwhile, his sticky gaze, unsatisfied with just touching her chest, scanned below her waist, her large, full buttocks.
"Hng, hk."
Are all Japanese men named Yoichi like this?
Jenny had to reflexively bite her lower lip tightly. Yoichi had boldly squeezed her large breasts painfully hard as he drew close.
"You're the one who suggested it first. If you say something different later..."
"Different... eek... I absolutely won't. The service I provide... is originally like this..."
Confessing her real profession was largely impulsive.
The third method she had thought of was a success. A method only Prostitutes could use. A thrilling sensation like exhilaration clawed its way through Jenny's lower abdomen.
"Let's go in together. Ah, before that, I need to have a quick word."
"Yes, yes... Thank you, Mr. Yoichi."
What she saw as soon as she raised her head was the man's bare face, gleaming with pure desire.
The area between her thighs grew damp. It happened even without any particular stimulation. Feeling the changed reality of herself, different from the past, she boiled over in a novel way. The place where Jenny had successfully 'closed a deal' was not the Hostel Chain. Not even a nearby store. It was right in the middle of a business district in Tokyo, Japan, none other than the Japanese branch of the Seongbon Group.
Peck.
"You can do anything... hng..."
"..."
Before Yoichi went to his colleague, Jenny rose on her tiptoes and lightly kissed his lips.
Hoo—The virile young man exhaled a hot breath like a runaway locomotive. His momentarily cooled body grew hot again. Quickly finish off the security guard, who shared a name with an electric pole guardian spirit, in a dim restroom stall, and somehow find 'Ina-kyung'. The priority was clear, but the one who would immediately scratch the itch between Jenny's restless thighs right now was not the Korean stand-in holed up somewhere in the building, but the man right before her.
"Uhh..."
Japanese employees of the Seongbon Group passing by, looking strangely at Jenny twisting her body.
Jenny's breathing grew rapid. The more she pondered how outrageous her current actions were, how low-class an act, the more lewd juices flowed from Jenny's secret flesh.
What if there was someone who actually knew Ina-kyung? Who could guarantee there wasn't another employee from Korea? If she imagined being caught at this very moment, she wouldn't be able to control her excitement then.
"Now, if we go in..."
With Yoichi ahead, Jenny diligently shifted her gaze. To prepare for any unforeseen variables, and to contrast herself more starkly with the respectable Japanese office workers.
That's when it happened.
From the entrance, quite a distance from the gate, the sound of a commotion, a buzzing disturbance, reached them.
Jenny turned her head. Police, perhaps? That anxiety was brief. There were too many people... The bustling crowd didn't look like police who had simply been called out on a report.
"Uh..."
Security Guard Yoichi flinched and let out a small gasp.
'Who is it?'
Fidgeting her thighs, Jenny also stared at the main entrance.
Men in black suits. They entered through the revolving door first.
Men who could be guessed at a glance to be bodyguards were walking, surrounding and escorting a single person. Naturally, Jenny's gaze also turned toward the center.
"Ah..."
This time, it was her turn to gasp.
Glossy, long black hair was the first thing that caught her eye.
Her skin color contrasted starkly with her hair. White skin. Skin as pale as could be, a stark contrast of snow-white skin and jet-black hair gave the woman walking in, surrounded by bodyguards, an enigmatic aura.
A black jacket and suit pants, with a white blouse worn underneath. The color of the women's suit was another important element composing the woman.
"...!"
Belatedly, the woman's face came into view.
Jenny's lips parted slightly—The tall, slender woman walking in with confident strides, clad in an elegant suit, was replicating the image Jenny had once seen in the mirror.