Chapter 7
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Neighborhood Temptations
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All the women in this neighborhood seem pretty.
"Hello!"
"Oh, Siwoo. You're here? I got the showerhead ready for you. Now it's your turn for back-to-back hits, huh? Let's swing for a home run."
Salespeople sure love baseball for some reason. Is it because sales is ultimately a game of probabilities?
Not just that—the Team Leader, who always grumbled about how our greetings were too loud, slapped a hand on my shoulder and sidled up close, all buddy-buddy.
"Oh, and that customer from the one-time service deal? She was curious about registering, right? Come on, have a seat here."
He fires up the app with surprising kindness, walking me through the customer info and how to use it all.
When I first started this job, it was basically every man for himself—figure it out on your own. This level of helpfulness threw me off a bit.
"Congrats, Technician."
A woman I'd never seen before strikes a fighting pose at me, then heads into the break room.
Black hair... with green circle lenses.
She's ridiculously pretty.
Are circle lenses suddenly trendy?
From the streets to the customers, everyone's rocking these colorful looks lately.
"Alright, enter the customer's name here, address over there."
I tore my eyes away from the new manager-type lady showing off an insanely hot backside.
"Ah, got it."
"That customer's son's room—we're not using our mattress set there, right?"
I nodded.
"Man, you got lucky this time. Drop one foundation at Choi Eunhee's place, land a full mattress set at the one-time service house, and boom—you've hit three in your zone. You're still under five months, so you know about the newbie bonus, yeah?"
"I thought with this month's dates being all over the place, I wouldn't get it."
"Nah, we exclude those first two weeks of training. Sell four of these newbie deals, and your commission alone hits 4 million won."
4 million!
Is that why those YouTube course hustlers always say go into sales if you got no connections or talent?
Double the 2 million I'd be thrilled to pocket. My eyes sharpened, my legs drew together politely, hands resting neatly on my knees.
"Yes, sir! I'll smash past four for sure."
"Good. Before you head to the customer's place, memorize all the card discount perks and everything we can bundle in."
"Yes, thank you!"
Seniors always said if sales tanked, tug at their heartstrings, beg a little—play on pity.
That took guts, stripping away every last shred of pride.
For someone like me, who'd spent a lifetime groveling just to survive, hearing that would snap the flimsy twig of self-respect I was clinging to.
Pathetic, clinging to that dumb pride.
But after hearing "4 million," suddenly it felt like I could pull it off.
"I'll definitely come back with a bed frame sale too!"
Choi Eunhee stood at her front door, dazed all day, unsure if what she'd seen was real.
'No way... can a guy's thing really be that huge?'
It hung past the end of his thigh pocket, bending slightly downward.
Her gray pants had been soaked, outlining the massive mushroom head of his glans.
Up close, she could've sworn she saw the throbbing veins pulsing—a raw, explicit sight.
His body was lean, almost fragile under the weight of that heavy bag, swaying as he moved.
But his cock was more manly than any she'd ever seen.
"It was sticking out this much from the zipper."
She spread her index and middle fingers, pressing one against her own zipper.
The rest extended past the pocket, dipping lower. Even aligning two index fingers straight out didn't quite capture it.
She placed her index finger at the zipper, then swept her right hand upward like painting on canvas, over her belly.
Her finger hovered between navel and solar plexus, well past her belly button.
Gulp.
She stared into the mirror. People pack on fat with age.
Men get beer bellies; women get bigger breasts and thicker hips, giving that dull, matronly look.
Breasts too huge? Guys crudely call 'em milk jugs—zero charm, epitome of an old hag.
Two kids young, her nipples stretched huge, areolae wide enough to cover the ends of her massive tits.
Arms crossed shyly over her areolae, she eyed her lower belly.
Aside from that protective pouch over the womb, women don't fatten up easily there.
Cooking daily for kids and husband. Pitying leftovers, forcing it down—now her sides were soft, folds barely forming.
Men would scowl at the sight.
She'd been popular young. Used to lecherous stares. In line, guys let her cut. Doors held open naturally.
Now? A little slow, and it's irritated glares: "Can't you see the line, lady?!"
That young man had given her a sleazy once-over. From the first door open, eyes on her jiggling chest. No room in her bra for all that flesh—staring right into the gap.
"Haa... hngh."
Luckily, post-pregnancy darkened nipples faded back from black—not her virgin pink, but a muted peach.
Finger tracing areola inward, she pinched her nipple lightly.
"Haaang! Staring at saggy, ugly tits like these... hngh."
If he'd heard, he'd probably snap: "Saggy? You want 'em firm like silicone-stuffed fake ones?"
Too bad—he didn't. She tormented her "hideous" breasts like she hated them.
"Hngh, just nipples... aaah, why so sensitive... haa, mmph."
Perched on the bed edge, her ass spread plump over her hips.
Head thrown back, sweat-glossed tits kneaded and warped under her fingers.
"Kuh... hngh!"
Crude moan she let out. Not the sultry voice that drove men wild young—no, beastly grunts now.
Loosened vocal cords, just like her tits and sloppy pussy.
Thick, humid scent rose from her heaving crotch.
That's why she'd showered fresh.
Sloppy hole couldn't hold back juices, drooling shamelessly—her body begging cock without her say-so.
Legs splayed wide, thick inner thighs exposed, lower belly folding into a line. Mirror showed it; her eyes quivered.
Zombie-like to her. Desperate hand dove down, clutching soaked outer labia.
"Hngh! Haa... huuaah..."
Fattened pussy, labia majora puffy. Couldn't look; she flipped over.
Mirror reflected her ass.
Ridiculous volume of flesh tinting the glass skin-tone. Wiggling cheeks left-right, she slipped index and middle into the cleft.
"Huuung... hngh!"
Pillow bit hard soaked through.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Juices trailed fingers to wrist, dripping. Ass quivered in light climax.
Squelch, slurp, smack, slap, slap.
Palm smacking pussy like, her slim waist arched deep.
"Hnggggh... oooh! Kuuh!"
Massive cheeks bounced up-down, flesh rippling heavy-delayed.
Beneath: frothy white pussy sucking fingers, wrinkled asshole puckering greedily.
Bzzzzt—
Sweat-matted hair plastered to cheek, breaths ragged unmoving. Then her lit-up phone caught her eye.
[Han Siwoo: Schedule's done. Heading over soon to install that showerhead myself!]
"Hngg..."
Shaking off post-pee dribble, ass up-down, she rose from bed.
Sticky puddle spread wide. Realizing her depravity, shame flushed her face red.
A sleazy glance from a guy, and she jerks off in slutty pose, shaking ass wild.
"Whew, what a mess."
Good thing the waterproof cover came free with the mattress. Cleanup time.
"Gotta shower again too."
Rifling drawers, brows furrowed serious as she dug through clothes.
"This too obvious?"
Bought for hubby, but "Why wear that? Uncomfy for sleep?"—tossed slip-style lingerie.
Too much, she thought. Pulled out daughter's discarded trendy stuff, holding against body.
"When else would I get a guy's gaze like this?"
Not seducing her kid's age peer, cheating—no.
Just a little prank in her faded, worthless gray life.