Everything was too perfect.
Jenny shook her hips vigorously, retracing the recent and distant past.
Had she ever been this happy before? Her mind was dyed white like a clean canvas. A state free from any worry or pain. An indescribable pleasure, a feeling she wished would last forever, welled up and filled her.
Ah, ahh. Jenny's lips twitched, and a blissful moan seeped through them.
Surely, there must have been memories of satisfaction, experiences of happiness before.
But they were all fleeting.
When she got accepted into Korea's top prestigious university, the emotion she felt was not joy but relief.
When she graduated, jumped into starting a business, and led employees, what she felt was not happiness as a leader but anxiety.
Even when she succeeded in an exit and was widely recognized by the media and the public, she feared that all of this stemmed from the halo of the group, instead of feeling proud or accomplished.
Not anymore.
She could now proudly say that almost everything was thanks to Jenny, her own abilities and efforts. Even in her own eyes, Jenny was the best within the Hostel Chain. The fact that customers went all out to book her, that she drew the jealousy of other call girls, that she received recognition from the hostel's middle managers... there was absolutely no reason to feel anxious or afraid.
It was the same now. Everything was simple and clear. There was no need to rack her aching brain.
"Aah... aahhh...!"
"Hmm. So there was a pillar husband too?"
"Y-yes...! Hng, ugh... It's good, so good...!"
Tears streamed incessantly from Jenny's eyes.
Perhaps because the stimulation was too intense. Every time she moved her pelvis, it felt like an electric current flowed through her entire body. The wet sounds from the Vietnamese call girl's pussy were now loud and clear enough for anyone who wasn't deaf to hear. Regardless of where or how much the overflowing love juice was dirtying, Jenny shook her hips madly, bounced her buttocks up and down, and craved animalistic pleasure while her foot was shoved into the woman's hole.
"M-Ms. Nakyung. Hng, hhh... I, I... have a request."
"A request?"
"Yes, yes...! Ms. Nakyung, Ms. Nakyung's face... aah, I want to see it...!"
"..."
Jenny panted and pleaded.
As time passed, the call girl from Vietnam became increasingly bold and honest.
The numerous perverse experiences and fallen memories from just a few months. She had confessed almost all of them to Ina-kyung. Ina-kyung didn't even need to ask anymore. Because Jenny herself confessed every detail of what she wanted to reveal. The strange being, a spitting image of her past self, was merely bracing her legs and supporting her foot.
"Why? Why do you want to see my face?"
"Aah...! Hng, haah...! B-because then... I think it'll be better- I think I'll feel it better...!"
"Alright."
For Jenny, it was a confession that required a significant resolve on her part.
Ina-kyung's reaction was composed. The elegantly suited chaebol second generation nodded calmly. However, Ina-kyung's permission, as always, came with a condition. In fact, it was almost embarrassing to call it a condition; for Jenny, it was more like a reward.
"Ahh... Yes, yes. I'll do that. About my teeth, my teeth too, I'll tell you everything..."
As soon as she heard Ina-kyung's demand, Jenny nodded her head frantically.
Not mentioning the most important thing, her teeth, wasn't particularly intentional.
She had simply forgotten. Besides her completely missing teeth, Jenny had too much to confess to Ina-kyung. The existence of the pillar husband Yoichi, Harukachi the bodyguard with the best skills in the hostel, Ming and Anna who were originally on decent terms but became enemies, and even her hometown junior Lien who monitored and exploited Jenny.
Whether she liked it or not, these were relationships and events that had become important to the current Jenny. In that confusion, forgetting to mention her teeth was a foolish but understandable mistake.
"Hhh..."
Ina-kyung's stocking-clad foot slid out.
Jenny's curved body trembled violently. The frustrating emptiness below made it hard to suppress a moan. It was only temporary anyway. The impatient woman turned her body and knelt. The eye level that had now become too natural. More important than that was the fact that she could face Ina-kyung, her past self, directly.
"Clean it, Jenny."
"Ah... Yes..."
Ina-kyung had somehow grown increasingly calm. One could say she had completely regained her composure. Crossing her legs elegantly and extending her foot soaked in love juice, she gave instructions. The natural use of informal speech, her past self kneeling on the floor looking up, her past self naked and exposing vulgar desires...
Jenny loved all of it so much.
Slurp, slurp-
Like a puppy, she only raised her eyes and eagerly bit and sucked on Ina-kyung's foot.
The stinging taste of love juice pricked her tongue and nose.
Ina-kyung no longer mocked or scolded such a Jenny. She merely watched and encouraged as if it were a matter of course. Jenny, too, lay flat on her stomach and obeyed the commands of a superior who was several times, no, several dozen or hundred times more superior. The face of the other person making a satisfied expression right in front of her, the face of Ina-kyung she had faced in the mirror just a few months ago, was too beautiful.
"Ah, ah... Aah..."
"Jenny. I'll shake it for you, so tell me."
"Yes, yess...!"
Once again, drug-like pleasure surged in like a wave.
Squelch, squelch- The wet sounds echoed loudly.
Her eyelids kept wanting to close, but Jenny desperately tried to keep her eyes wide open and look up at Ina-kyung. Every time Ina-kyung moved her foot slightly, Jenny twisted her wide pelvis spasmodically and cried out in pleasure.
Amidst beast-like moans, the confession of a prostitute obsessed with money and pleasure continued.
Touching drugs and cigarettes, falling in love with cheap accessories, sincerely pledging loyalty and offering her body and soul to Yoichi, the Japanese lower-class pillar husband, being whipped by Miji and drooling spit, sucking off the manager every time she went to a nearby popular restaurant to eat for free and fastest...
"Ahh, ahh...!"
Love juice gushed from Jenny's pussy.
One confession, one climax. It was that strange pattern. Ina-kyung only slightly frowned when the gushing love juice splattered, but otherwise maintained a calm expression. Just like when receiving routine reports from a subordinate employee, she probably really did that in the past. As a CEO, Ina-kyung tried to maintain a perfect middle ground, neither too kind nor too rigid.
"Ah, ah..."
"So, in the end, you had all your teeth pulled? Because the pillar husband hit you?"
"Hng, hhh..."
Jenny nodded her head with difficulty.
Rarely, while asking questions, Ina-kyung did not move her foot. At such times, Jenny gently rocked her pelvis back and forth. It was clearly disappointing, but she didn't even dislike that disappointment.
While recalling recent memories, Jenny was also staring intently at Ina-kyung.
Ahh, how can she be so perfect?
"Ah, ah..."
She probably never examined a mirror this meticulously, piece by piece.
Jenny's plump lips parted slightly.
Even looking up from below, Ina-kyung's beauty was perfect.
Snow-white skin. Skin so transparent and clean it seemed see-through was so enviable. The black hair contrasting against her white skin, the elegant and luxurious clothes draping her body, the calm expression not panting like a bitch in heat like herself, the confident attitude not intimidated by large men...
Things that were originally taken for granted, she now envied, admired, and respected. The more she did, the more she acutely felt her own fallen state, and even without any movement, Jenny came.
"Aahhh...!"
Love juice splattered once more- Ina-kyung twitched one eyebrow and demanded.
"The dentures. Give them to me."
"Yes, yes..."
Jenny didn't hesitate for even a single second.
She opened her mouth and handed over the dentures that replaced the function of her completely extracted teeth.
It must be a terribly unfamiliar and alien object for a woman in her twenties. A medical device symbolizing an irreversible bodily change, more than a fingerprint. The fingers handing it over trembled severely.
"..."
Ina-kyung silently turned the object that had been in Jenny's mouth this way and that.
Fake gums, fake teeth. Dentures made by a local Japanese dental clinic for the Vietnamese prostitute with no teeth at all. Open your mouth. Ina-kyung commanded again. This time too, Jenny didn't hesitate and opened her mouth as wide as possible, very wide.
"Ah- ugh..."
Simultaneously, Ina-kyung twisted her ankle.
Squelch, squelch... Jenny's reaction was dramatic. Exposing the pitiful inside of her mouth with not a single tooth while having her pussy stimulated. Ina-kyung must have completely grasped the prostitute's tendencies by now. Moaning as if her breath would catch, twisting her entire body, yet Jenny somehow maintained her open-mouthed posture and stared fixedly at Ina-kyung.
'So good.'
"Aah..."
Shaking her large buttocks back and forth as if having sex, Jenny thought.
Everything was perfect- to the point where there was nothing more to desire.
Nevertheless, Jenny was desperately squeezing out memories.
Was there something she missed? Perhaps there was an episode or physical change that would reveal Jenny more honestly to Ina-kyung, something she might have forgotten.
"Ah, ahh..."
As if rewarding a bitch in heat, Ina-kyung shook her foot back and forth. It was the perfect timing.
A vague thought that Ina-kyung might be a better person than she had imagined blossomed in Jenny's heart.
Squelch, squelch-
It was the best now, but it might get even better in the future. No, it certainly would.
Adrenaline raced through Jenny's head. Ina-kyung was not an enemy. She was an ally. Now Jenny would leave for Vietnam. She would go to Vietnam, then to Korea, and return to Japan. How many fun and happy things would happen during that process? Just imagining it made her lower abdomen feel heavy. Under Ina-kyung's cooperation, Jenny would be able to remain Jenny. Living as a bottom-tier prostitute in Japanese society, dealing with more customers, earning money, using her body, and facing Ina-kyung once in a while like now. And she would confess all the perverse acts and humiliations Jenny experienced- the joy was so ecstatic just from imagining it that Jenny was on the verge of fainting.
That's when it happened.
Smack-!
"Aah..."
"Jenny, snap out of it."
Her head snapped to the side.
A beat later, Jenny felt the stinging pain on her burning cheek.
Ina-kyung had slapped her.
Jenny looked up at the other person blankly.
Ina-kyung had a frightening expression for some reason.
'Why?'
Everything was perfect, what could she be dissatisfied with now?
Jenny was genuinely puzzled.
The answer to that question came quickly.
"You can't have all the fun. I want authority, Jenny. Not some hollow title like branch manager, but 'real' authority."
"Ah..."
Right. That was the deal.
Jenny nodded. Actually, things like authority probably didn't matter to her anymore. Jenny fully understood Ina-kyung's resentment and desires. So, even if the current her did what the real Ina-kyung would do if she came to Japan, she would have no complaints at all.
"Ahh... Yes, authority... hng... I'll give it to you, I'll give you everything..."
"Really? Can you promise, Jenny?"
"Yes, of course..."
It was clearly that kind of deal.
Jenny was also 100% in agreement. Until Ina-kyung said exactly this:
"Father, Chairman Lee's private number. You know it too, right? Call that number. Call and transfer all the codes you can get right now to me."
Jenny's pale blue pupils shook violently.
Conversely, all movement came to a complete halt.
Jenny's lower body too. Even Jenny's buttocks, which had shown no sign of stopping since Ina-kyung started foot fisting, stopped their obscene hip thrusts as if lying.
She looked up at the other person with a stiff, hardened face.
"Jenny?"
Ina-kyung must have also read the clear signs of abnormality.
Jenny was silent. Ina-kyung also closed her mouth as if waiting for Jenny's answer.
A strange silence descended upon the meeting room. As if time had stopped, neither Jenny nor Ina-kyung moved.