Chapter 5
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: All the Women Here Are Pretty
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All the women in this neighborhood seem pretty.
The shocking scene I'd just witnessed kept replaying in my head.
I glanced at the half-closed door, then discreetly adjusted my rock-hard cock to make it as inconspicuous as possible.
'Of all things, these gray pants make it stand out even more.'
The uniform pants were gray.
A quick peek in the full-length mirror that most homes have these days showed it looking like I'd stuffed a canned coffee in my pocket.
I recited the national anthem in my head as best I could while hoisting the vacuum up onto the bed and sucking up the dust clean.
'Those thick lips, so plump and inviting... truly thick.'
The outline of those plump pussy lips had been perfectly visible.
And the entrance, surrounded by that slightly parted flesh where the seam dug in...
Slap!
'Get it together, or you're really gonna end up in jail.'
I slapped my face hard. Time to focus on the job.
I lifted the bed upright and vacuumed the dust behind it spotless.
Got to concentrate on work.
Thinking of it as cleaning the bed of a customer who could've been an influencer and devoured audiences gave me a strange burst of energy.
It's a looks-obsessed world, but isn't it just human nature to feel better and happier around good-looking people?
I even cleaned every single strand of hair from the bed frame. Just in case it wasn't head hair, but something else.
'Ugh... what am I even thinking? I'm not some pervert.'
Embarrassment made the tip of my nose itch under the mask.
Vroooom—
The vacuum hummed from inside the room.
Choi Eunhee shook out the laundry she'd tossed aside while getting the mattress cleaned, her mind replaying what had happened earlier.
'I'm usually so careful, too.'
She might've aged out of men's gazes, but sticking her ass out so carelessly made the tip of her nose flush red.
It was ridiculous.
Getting all worked up at her age.
The kids were off at college now, finding their own paths and independent. What could a middle-aged auntie like her possibly make him think?
He probably saw her saggy, fattened ass as ugly.
Zero sexual appeal—
It had been over a decade since she'd escaped those lecherous stares from men.
She hadn't even gotten them from her husband anymore, so it had been ages since they'd shared a bed.
Choi Eunhee figured her role as a woman was long over.
So imagining that bulge in his pants...
That ridiculously huge thing... was just her getting ahead of herself.
That rod stretching from the crotch seam all the way to the pocket hole must've been a drink can or...
'But a drink can's too short.'
Earlier on the phone, he'd said he was thirsty.
He must carry around a small PET bottle or something.
And yet, she couldn't shake the weird thoughts.
The mushroom shape straining against those taut pants...
It just looked exactly like...
Choi Eunhee couldn't help thinking it resembled that.
"No way, impossible. How could it be that big?"
A strange curiosity bubbled up inside her.
I must've been extra thorough, because more dust came out than usual from a typical house.
I pulled out the circular non-woven filter covered in dust and slipped it into a clear bag.
Showing the customer this wraps up the mattress care.
"Customer, the mattress care's all done. Here's the dust we pulled out—take a look."
"Oh my, quite a bit came out, huh?"
She looked down at the filter in my hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.
Probably a habit. The kind that drives you mad.
Her exposed white upper chest.
From the family photo, she had a grown daughter and son, but those tits hadn't sagged—they were still full and perky. Made me jealous of her husband all over again.
'Why am I running into so many enviable husbands today?'
Whoops.
I subtly pulled my hips back from the twitching cock.
"Hold on a sec, my eyes have been a bit blurry lately—can't see it well."
The customer leaned in even more. She brought her head right down to the filter I'd held at waist height.
Jiggle. Her overwhelming tits put on a show that turned visual info straight into audio hallucinations in my brain.
Deeper cleavage revealed a flesh-colored bra—unlike her panties.
Hard to see in the shadows, but a glimpse showed areolas more muted than pink, almost beige.
Twitch, twitch—
It went full throttle.
This was bad. Straightening up would make it obvious.
I scanned for a place to sit.
Sofa in the living room, low table in front.
There.
At first, I'd splurged on this portable microscope thinking it'd boost sales.
Sales my ass.
Just wasted money—customers found it annoying and creepy, didn't want to look.
To keep her eyes up top, I beckoned with my hand.
"Ah, this isn't even that much dust. Houses with real dust are like—"
I exaggerated the thickness with thumb and index, using my filter hand to gesture toward the spot like guiding her.
"Still, no house is dust-free. Let me diagnose it properly with the microscope over there."
I waved my hand frantically, and she nodded vaguely, following me.
"Ah, sure."
I pulled my hips back as far as possible.
Slid under the sofa like slipping in, casually tugging my pants while adjusting the cock as best I could.
Glancing down, the wrinkles hid it decently.
"Here, check this out—"
With shaky hands, I hooked the microscope to my phone, opened the app, and zoomed in on the edge of the circular filter.
Showed her a clean spot first.
"Even in a spot with no visible dust, zoom in and... see the dust particles here?"
Eyes blurry, she scooted right up next to me.
Flinch.
Her soft forearm brushed mine.
She swept her hair back again, and her scent wafted right to my nose.
Warm shampoo mixed with her body fragrance—an intoxicating, naughty aroma that tickled my heart.
Scared she'd hear my heart pounding like crazy, I rushed on.
"See those little brown specks scattered around?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Those are mites. Without care, they cluster, breed, lay eggs, you know."
Tap.
"Oh my, even with care, there are mites?"
She tapped my forearm, shuddering in disgust.
Her shivering made those massive tits ripple like waves.
I'm done for.
The cock I'd barely contained thrashed wildly. At least it was just twitching. But it felt a bit damp—precum leaking like mad.
'Come on, virgin or not, reacting this hard just to a pretty milf tapping my arm?'
A bit more contact and I'd blow hands-free. Reality hit hard.
"Ah, this level's nothing to worry about. Just stuff from outings or clothes shedding—it's fine."
"Got it, that's a relief."
She relaxed, and her leaning body inched even closer.
'Uwaaaaaah!'
The scream building inside froze me solid. Blood rushed to my head.
The soft sensation transmitting through my arm.
Bigger than I'd thought—way softer. Tilting just a finger's width and it still brushed my elbow.
Panicking, my mouth opened.
"Mites are fine, but here..."
Moving my microscope arm wrapped my elbow in plush breast.
Electric tingles shot through me.
"See the hairs? And tinier dust than that?"
"Ah, yeah, yeah."
"That's fine dust. Your place is spotless, obviously, but it comes from factories, outside air—house cleaning can't catch it all. So an air purifier..."
To tear my gaze from the breast glued to my elbow, I rattled off the sales pitch I'd practiced solo.
My mind went blank. No clue what I'd even said.
Snapping to, I was already in the sales app.
"So this month gets the biggest discount. The tech comes installs it and swaps your showerhead for free as a gift, right?"
Had I said I'd do the showerhead?
"Yep."
"Then add one for me."
Five months in, my first sale.
Tension melted from my body like a deflating balloon.
Those six words—"add one for me"—triggered an explosion of all the pain and pressure pent up for five months.
"Ah, yes. Need customer verification first. Tap the code here."
My vision blurred strangely.
She leaned close to confirm address and install date.
The transcending her soft breast pressing my arm hit me.
"Alright, all set. Thank you so much, Customer."
My voice trembled thin.
Next schedule awaited—I had to stand.
To keep tears from welling in my churning chest and misty eyes, I bit the inside of my cheek hard.
"Thank you. I get a deal and a freebie. Oh, here—have a drink."
She stood quickly and handed me a canned drink.
"You said you were super thirsty on the phone. Job's tough, huh? Carrying drinks in your pocket for energy."
With the drink came a few tissues pulled out.
At my puzzled look, she added:
"Oh, looks like the drink in your pants twisted open or something. So..."
A glance down: the gray pants stained dark.
I wiped my thigh quick with tissue. The liquid stretched sticky strings between pants and tissue.
"Oh my."
A weird awkwardness hung between the customer and me.