Ch.236236. Thump-Thump, Naughty Prank

At the same time, the front desk on the first floor of the hotel.

The female employee who had been spending quite a peaceful time with no other guests stretched and looked outside.

“Ugh… haah.”

It had been several years since she started working in customer service here. This was the first time it had been this relaxed during what should be peak hours. The reason she could sit and rest like this was, needless to say, because of the Korean couple who had reserved the entire hotel.

The man was strikingly handsome with a tall stature and a toned physique. The woman was equally beautiful and had a pleasant personality. They were like a picture-perfect, ideal couple.

“Hey, Yuri. Earlier you were speaking in a foreign language with the VIP guests. What were you talking about?”

Coincidentally, just as she was thinking about the VIPs, her colleague brought them up. The female employee looked at her coworker and answered.

“They told me not to worry about them and to go about my work.”

“That’s all? I thought something had happened since he was carrying her.”

“If something had happened, they would have called 911 instead of returning to the hotel.”

“That’s true.”

Her colleague muttered softly with a slight smile, seemingly satisfied with her answer. But the female employee who had said those words felt uneasy somewhere in her heart.

Rather than uneasiness, perhaps it was worry. The fact that the woman hadn’t walked in on her own but was carried by the man suggested something wasn’t quite right, didn’t it? Her cheeks were flushed, and she seemed to have a fever. Could she have injured something that wasn’t visible?

The man had said they were fine and not to worry… but it was impossible not to be concerned. If anything happened to the VIPs during their stay at the hotel, the staff would be responsible. Besides, she genuinely cared about the woman.

After all, she had never met such kind VIPs before. Until now, the VIPs who had used the hotel often subtly looked down on the staff, acting as if they were superior. Unlike them, she wanted these current VIPs to have a comfortable stay.

“…Maybe I should check on them? You never know what might happen.”

“Didn’t the VIP ask not to be disturbed? What if they file a complaint because you went to check?”

“Hmm, I guess…”

They didn’t seem like the type to file complaints over something like that. Maybe it would be better to check on them despite the risk of being impolite… Just as she was thinking this—

—Ring ring.

The direct VIP line at the front desk rang. There were only two VIPs staying at the hotel right now—that Korean couple.

“Front desk. How may I help you?”

──Thank you for your hard work. I was wondering if room service is available.

A familiar voice came through the phone. It was the female guest she had seen at the front desk.

“Yes. Please let me know what you’d like, and I’ll relay it to the kitchen right away.”

──Is breakfast available to order?

“Of course. What would you like us to bring?”

──What are you going to eat?

──I’ll have this.

Two voices—male and female—could be heard through the receiver. That made sense, of course. The VIPs were staying in the same room.

Reminding herself of this natural fact, the employee opened her diary to write down the menu items the VIP was ordering to relay to the kitchen.

──Then please bring two eggs Benedict.

“Yes. We have three types of bread to accompany it: croissant, Danish pastry, or toast. Which would you prefer?”

──Croissant and Dani… hnngh.

“…Excuse me?”

Just as she had written down “croissant,” a strange sound suddenly came through the earpiece. Did she mishear something? Just to be sure, she asked again.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Could you repeat that?”

──Croissant and Danish, pastry… just, mmm, hnn. Wait a moment…

“……”

This time she hadn’t misheard. Just now, something like a moan definitely came through the receiver.

Were these people… ordering room service while doing that kind of thing? No, surely not. That couldn’t be. The woman had seemed so modest. I must have misheard.

“One croissant, one Danish pastry. For drinks, we have coffee and tea… which would you like?”

──One coffee and one teaah…! Mmm, nngh…

“M-ma’am?”

The moan was too suggestive to pretend she hadn’t heard it. Somehow, she could picture what was happening on the other end of the line, and her face turned red. Her colleague standing next to her looked at her curiously and asked:

“What’s wrong, Yuri? Are you sick?”

“N-no. Just a bit…”

“Just what?”

──Haah, mmm… wait, darling. That spot is… hik, hnng…

──You want me to touch here too?

──Hnng… this person might understand Korean… mmm!

“Just a bit surprised…?”

“Why? Is the VIP asking for something strange?”

“No, it’s not strange…”

Just hearing some strange sounds… but she couldn’t say that, so she swallowed hard. Meanwhile, desperate, plaintive moans continued to come through the receiver.

──Um… haah, if possible, could you also bring some chocolate…

“Ah… yes. Chocolate, and is there anything else…?”

──Co, corn… mmm, ahh… haaah…

“…Corn?”

──Sa, salad. Please… hnng, haaah…!

“Ah, I understand. I’ll bring it right away…”

──Yes, thank you… mmm, aaah…!

──Are you done ordering?

──Yes, yes… mmm, hnng…

──Good job.

After the man’s voice was heard, the call abruptly ended.

-Beep, beep. The woman stood dazed, holding the already disconnected phone, until her colleague’s clapping finally brought her back to reality.

“Yuri, what’s wrong with you? Your face is really red. Are you sure you’re not sick?”

“Huh? Ah, no. I’m fine.”

The female employee gave a lifeless reply and jumped up from her seat. With the diary containing the VIP’s order in one hand, she quickly left the front desk and rushed to the kitchen. And she thought:

‘I suspected it, but these people were really doing that.’

Of course, when people travel and stay at hotels, such activities are a natural progression… but in broad daylight? And while ordering room service? She couldn’t have imagined it.

Or wait, maybe not? It’s possible. Though unlikely, this could all be a misunderstanding. I only heard it with my ears and didn’t see anything directly, so nothing is confirmed yet.

So this needs to be verified in person. This is absolutely not out of personal curiosity, but strictly for fact-checking purposes.

Almost flying to the kitchen, the female employee delivered the order and then waited impatiently, tapping her feet, for the food to be prepared. As soon as it was ready, she took it, pushed the cart into the elevator, and headed to the floor with the VIP room.

Room service for VIPs was supposed to be handled by the chef, but that wasn’t important right now. Even lying that there had been a request for the assigned staff to deliver the food personally, she arrived at the VIP room and took a deep breath.

‘This is still within the scope of my duties.’

“Sir, room service has arrived.”

Yes, this is just an extension of my job, so don’t get excited. Knock, knock—she knocked more neatly than usual, as befitting a VIP room. There was a brief commotion behind the door, and then it swung open.

“Thank you. Please give it here.”

“……”

Normally, it would be the staff’s role to set down the dishes, but she froze in shock at the sight before her.

The man who came to greet her was dressed too lightly. More precisely, he wore only a dress shirt and drawers… an outfit that was too pleasant—no, inappropriate—to see.

“Ah, I apologize. I came out in a hurry.”

“No, it’s fine. I-I’ll set up the food for you.”

Could he be an underwear model? Or if not, perhaps a famous Korean celebrity I don’t know? Her heart was pounding, but she pretended otherwise, clearing her throat and averting her eyes. Looking elsewhere might help. As she was trying to calm herself while setting down the dishes, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the bedroom interior. And she gasped.

──Haah, haah…

The woman she had seen at the front desk an hour ago was lying on the bed, breathing heavily. She was barely dressed in a single piece of underwear, which looked like it might come off at any moment.

“……”

Moreover, there was an unidentified wet stain on the bed sheet where the woman’s lower body—her pelvis—was touching. Was that sweat, or some other kind of fluid?

She unconsciously paused and stared intently at the bed sheet. Noticing her gaze, the man gave a wry smile and subtly blocked the view of the bedroom with his body.

“Well, we were exercising a bit.”

“Ah… I see.”

Was this a euphemism? Was he indirectly expressing that they had done that kind of thing by calling it “exercise”?

She was extremely curious but couldn’t ask directly. Unless they were involved in a crime, inquiring about guests’ private lives would be a major breach of etiquette.

“Um, I’ve finished setting everything up.”

“Ah, thank you. Good work.”

In the end, she left the room with her cart, her curiosity unsatisfied. But for some reason, she found it difficult to walk away. The door was already closed, so she couldn’t see anything anymore.

…But even if she couldn’t see, maybe she could hear. Something guests don’t usually know is that VIP rooms have poor soundproofing due to their structure.

The female employee, making sure no one was watching, quietly took a step back and pressed her ear against the door. She knew that as an employee who should be attending to guests’ needs, she shouldn’t be doing this, but she couldn’t suppress her personal curiosity.

Holding her breath, she listened carefully, and voices from inside the room reached her ears.

──Nabi, lunch is here.

──Yes, when…?

──Just now. Do you think you can get up?

──No, my waist feels like it’s going to break, I don’t think I can get up…

“……”

To the point where her waist felt broken? What on earth did they do…?

Gulp. The female employee swallowed and pressed herself closer to the door, hoping to hear better.

──Then, do you want to rest a bit before eating?

──Feed me, darling.

──You’ll get indigestion if you eat lying down.

──You can hold me up, can’t you?

──Will you be able to eat if I hold you?

──Yes, my mouth is fine.

That’s right, of course her mouth would be fine since they didn’t do anything with it.

…Just as she thought this, she heard a sharp intake of breath.

──Mmph, mmm… wait… darling…?

──But your punishment isn’t over yet.

──Huh? What do you…

──You were supposed to receive the food yourself, but you couldn’t because you were lying down, right? So you should make up for it with something else.

──That’s not wrong, but what are you going to… ah, mmm, hnn…!

After this brief conversation, the voices stopped. Instead, the room began to fill with sticky, suggestive moans.

…It would be impolite to listen any further. Finally removing her ear from the door, the female employee straightened her clothes. Then, gripping the handle of the cart, she slowly walked away.

“…Enjoy your time.”