The Female Bullies Eat Me Up

I'm feeling restless.

The video views keep climbing...

There are definitely more people paying for it now.

Most just click out of curiosity to see what the trending video is about.

But for some reason, it feels like more people are just commenting without even watching...

'wwwwwwwwwやる! (This is fucking awesome)'

'この青年に興奮しました.(I'm so fucking turned on by this young guy)'

'実は凄いのは男かも..(Maybe it's actually the guy who's the real deal.)'

Why the hell are they targeting me with their bullshit?!

Japanese trolls are randomly pulling my chain.

Are they projecting themselves onto me or something...? But I'm genuinely getting harassed. This isn't just for show, it's real!!!

'Joonhyung is gay... I'm jealous...'

Thankfully, there aren't comments like that.

Maybe guys skip through the videos so fast they don't catch everything... but I'm still scared my real name might get recognized.

I've asked for the audio to be muted, so it should be fixed soon...

[Lee Juha: Ugh, this is annoying. I'll send the money later in one go.]

The current earnings are roughly estimated at about 2 million won.

The most recent video has the highest purchase count, but the two older videos are also pulling their weight.

People seem to get hooked by the bullying video, then buy to see what the fuck it's all about. The response to those two videos isn't bad either.

"Ha..."

Is it okay for me to be doing this?

I'm excited that things are going well, but it also makes me uneasy if this is the right path.

Is my fate really to always end up doing weird shit...

[Lee Juha: [Sister's address]]

As if I wasn't already on edge... now I'm on my way to get waxed, which makes it even worse.

Lee Juha has always said my pubic hair was bothersome... but I didn't expect her to book a waxing session like this.

I tried to resist, but it was pointless. Because of that incident, she's got something on me.

Of course, Juha has her own shit, but mine's a bit bigger...

Filming secretly and then fighting over rape and sex... my heart feels heavy.

Sigh.

I was thinking of trimming it anyway, so maybe waxing isn't so bad.

Cutting it with kitchen scissors at home would look ridiculous anyway.

'Shit...'

A man's pride is in his bush!

What worries me more is having to show my bare body to a strange woman... but at least the one doing the waxing is the same sister who edits my videos.

We've shown so much to each other there's probably no big deal anymore. Probably...

But she's juggling waxing, tattooing, and editing for OnlyFans.

Is that really her job combo? I wonder what kind of person she is. Definitely not your average Joe...

'She was curious about you.'

Why is she curious about me?

More than the fear of hair removal, I'm more curious and slightly excited about what kind of person she is.

According to Juha, guys would go crazy over her style... is that true? Sounds like bullshit.

"Ha..."

It's gonna hurt like hell, right? What if I get a boner from the waxing? The worries just keep piling up.

Since I've shown it all on video, maybe a little hard-on won't matter? Hahaha! Fuck.

I feel like an animal being led to the slaughter.

Walking into it willingly makes it even more pathetic.

[Home Address]

I stopped walking and checked the map again.

Hmm... this is the right place? Machondong Villa Complex.

I looked towards the darker part of the villa complex.

It's broad daylight, but that area looks like a different world, all shadowy and grim.

'Damn.'

Is it really okay to go in there?

If it's this creepy in the day, how bad must it be at night?

I gripped my bag tightly and forced myself to move.

'Ugh.'

Following the map through the narrow paths between villas.

The deeper I went, the more eerie it felt. Is this really Korea... would the police even come if I called?

'100m ahead.'

The map blinked. ...A waxing shop in a place like this...

More likely a place for making human logs than a waxing shop. Right, Juha?

'Arrived at destination.'

The navigation ended. I looked up at the villa.

A new building. It's somewhat new, but it doesn't look it due to poor maintenance of the exterior and the neighborhood.

'Gulp.'

My feet won't move...

But having come all this way, turning back now feels off.

I took a trembling step forward. Surely they wouldn't make human logs in the middle of the neighborhood...

'It's on the first floor.'

A dark shop on the first floor... the lights were off. What's this?

The black sign had 'Waxing Shop, Tattoo Shop' written in small white letters. A sign that clearly shows no interest in attracting regular customers... Should I really go in?

Peeking through the glass, the inside was completely dark.

'I must be crazy.'

I should've just trimmed my pubes with scissors...

I timidly knocked on the door. Is anyone there?

The door creaked open. They must have left it unlocked.

"Is anyone here...?"

If not, I'm outta here...

Entering, a strange woody scent filled the air.

A mix of workshop smells and strong diffuser scents. It felt like a waxing shop, but also not...

'Hmm...'

The layout was like a typical waxing shop, cluttered with various items. A small counter at the front, with rooms lining the corridor beside it.

But with no lights on, it looked more like a place for disposing of bodies...

Juha, you didn't sell me out, right?... I'll trust you...

"Hello? Anyone here?"

I imagined a bald, tattooed guy walking out, saying, "Oh, you actually came? You look fresh, kid. Haha."

I asked again with a trembling voice. It felt like escaping from a horror escape room...

I fumbled for the light switch. Is this it?

'Click.'

A dim red light turned on. Barely worth calling a light...

This lighting just makes the atmosphere weirder.

It's like a showcase for today's fresh human logs.

Fresh 20-year-old male for 50 million won! Parts sold separately!

'Let's... sit down for now.'

If it feels too off, I'll break the window and run.

I arrived about 5 minutes early. Usually, it's polite to come 10 minutes early for such places, so I did, but...

There's no other customer, so it doesn't matter.

"Hmm..."

In places like this, the owner often lives upstairs... maybe she's resting up there.

But what's this door? A bathroom?

Across from where I sat, there was an oddly placed metal door. Doesn't look like a bathroom?

'Click.'

What's this? It opens.

Then, a cold voice came from right next to me.

"What are you doing?"

"Mom!"

I turned to see a tired-looking face staring at me. Where did she come from?!

"You shouldn't be snooping around in someone's shop."

"S-sorry."

I quickly let go of the door handle. This must be the sister who does video editing and waxing.

Her first impression was intense. A face marked by fatigue, sharp eyes, and a black mask covering her lower face.

Wearing a black string top and sheer mesh tee, typical of tough girls, with a peculiar nylon skirt showing off solid thighs... and black knee-high stockings.

A rare sight... definitely seems like Juha's best friend.

She yawned and turned on the lights, brightening the place. Was she sleeping here?

"You're early?"

"Y-yes."

Just by 5 minutes. She nodded and started preparing.

Her walk was a bit sloppy... probably just woke up, but...

There was an aura of living life on her own terms. If I got involved, I might end up jobless too...

"Want some water?"

"No, no, I'm good."

She chugged down some mineral water. Did she drink last night?...

She had this dangerous vibe, like she might say, "Waxing's a hassle... how about I just give you a handjob instead?"

She kept making tired faces while gathering stuff from the counter. It felt like she hadn't done this in a while.

"Have you ever been waxed before?"

"Uh... no."

"Never?"

"Yes..."

"It's going to hurt." She muttered, grabbing her kit and gesturing me to follow.

"Let's go in."

"Okay."

I put down my bag and slowly followed her.

Her hips swayed noticeably under her skirt.

'Click.'

The first room in the corridor.

She fumbled for the switch, and an odd orange light came on.

...Is this... really a waxing shop?

"Sit wherever you're comfortable."

"Okay..."

The room had a strange smell...

First time in a place like this. A confined space with a sleek bed, and an atmosphere that felt more like a shady establishment than a waxing shop. Is this right?

"You've never been waxed, right? Hmm."

"Yes..."

"It'll hurt a lot the first time. I remember it being super painful for me too."

"I see..."

Couldn't you do it gently? Her rough demeanor doesn't inspire confidence.

Can I go to another waxing shop? This feels like a mistake...

"Normally, you'd shower first, but our shower's broken. You've washed well, right?"

"Yes... I scrubbed myself clean."

"That should be fine then."

She chuckled with a silly smile.

How long has it been since she last had a customer? Am I like the first in a year?

"You need to change clothes... want to change in the next room? Or you can just strip here if you're lazy."

"I'll change!"

I've already shown everything on video, but still, being naked here feels wrong.

Just thinking about it made my face hot.

"Here."

"Huh?"

But what's this piece of fabric? Is this supposed to be underwear?

It's so see-through it looks like it would tear if pulled. I'm not into that kind of play.

"Keep your top on."

"Okay..."

I don't trust this... It seems like the waxing process I've seen, but it feels sloppy...

I changed into the flimsy underwear in the next room and returned.

This fabric... feels like I've gone primitive...

"Hold on?"

She busily prepared her equipment. I saw her boiling some liquid.

At least she has all the tools, so she's not completely inexperienced.

"Sit down, haha."

She seems to be enjoying this...

I nervously sat on the bed, feeling its smooth texture against my thighs and buttocks. Ugh...

"Lie down."

"Okay..."

She tapped the bed. Not a baby, lady...

I took the pillow she offered and lay down carefully. The cold air hit my exposed legs and thighs. My lower body already feels threatened...

'Screech.'

She pulled up a small round chair and sat next to me.

Her chest slightly jiggled... my eyes went there unintentionally. Oops...

"Nervous?"

"Yes... yes."

Her eyes above the mask curved into a smile. Her expression softened a bit...

She might be gentle after all... she looks different up close.

"But I'm nervous too. It's been a while."

"What?"

My heart froze.

What are you saying?

"I haven't had clients recently. But I'll do my best! Don't worry."

Why does that sound like encouragement to yourself rather than reassurance for me? I want to run!

"I just remembered, I have an important appointment,"

"Ah-ah."

Her hand firmly pressed my thigh. Eek.

Her eyes turned fierce, looking like she might devour me.

"Lie down."

"...Okay..."

I lay back down, feeling like crying. Is this really happening?

"Ready to start?"

I'm an idiot for trusting Juha...!