An Irresistible Demand
I came home and thought it over carefully.
Choi Deok-hun's rough hands…
It's only going to get worse from here…
It was an act that ought to have been repulsive. It really should have been…
Yet this body reacted needlessly.
“Haa… please…”
Just recalling it made a sigh slip out on its own.
As I changed clothes, I found the front was sticky and wet.
“Just from a little touching, and it's this bad…”
It would only grow worse; there was no chance it would settle down. We were already past the stage where being careful could fix anything.
“Should I just go all out… like, ‘Go ahead and try to expose me if you want’…?”
I considered facing him boldly and openly, yet Lim Se-yeong's face floated before my eyes. That slightly fragile-looking but warm, gentle smile. The moment his face appeared, all that remained was the thought that I did not want him to find out.
At the same time, other thoughts rose with it.
Those rough, thick hands. The body that overwhelmed me.
And…
That place that seemed ready to brush against me at any moment.
“There I go thinking about that again…!”
I shook my head hard.
I was a man… Why am I thinking about being held by a man.
No matter how many times I repeated it, those scenes refused to leave my head. And from deep in my heart, a damp, lewd desire began to sprout.
The next day I had barely slept a wink.
My body felt like lead, and the thought of not wanting to go to the cafe kept rising up.
“God… I'm so tired… I don't want to go.”
Weekends were off. If I just endured today, I would be safe for two days.
“Just today… get it together.”
I resolved to stay sharp today. No—that alone was not enough.
“If he touches me today, I'm just going to hit him…”
I even steeled myself to punch Choi Deok-hun before stepping out of the house. I made a firm resolution, yet my steps remained heavy.
“I barely slept… and I have to deal with Choi Deok-hun too… this is driving me crazy.”
My mind was already scattered, and my body was not in good shape either. It had been bearable at home, but the moment I stood in front of the cafe my strength drained away like an old battery.
“Ugh… I hate this.”
I hovered at the entrance. From a spot where the counter was not visible I secretly scanned the inside of the shop. Fortunately a few customers were chatting inside.
“With customers around… he won't do anything too blatant…”
I decided to stay within the customers' line of sight as much as possible and opened the door.
Ding-a-ling—
Just like yesterday, Choi Deok-hun approached me.
“You're here. Hurry up and put on your uniform so we can get to work.”
The moment he reached out I quickly pulled my body away and went inside. When I turned my head, Choi Deok-hun was staring fixedly at me.
For now, let's dodge like this.
I hurried into the changing room. I let out a breath of relief and started changing into the uniform, deliberately taking my time and moving slowly.
“Let me catch my breath here for a bit…”
As I hung my outer clothes on the hanger and put my top into the locker…
Creak—
“Heh heh… you're quick on your feet today…”
“What… why are you coming in here!”
Choi Deok-hun entered the changing room with a low laugh. In my surprise I tried to cover my chest as much as possible with both arms. I moved them this way and that to hide my breasts, yet they could not be fully covered and peeked out here and there.
“Did you really think that would hide them? Cute.”
Choi Deok-hun muttered unpleasantly and strode toward me.
“A-yeong… Park A-yeong.”
He repeated my name a few times, then suddenly grabbed both my wrists and lifted them up.
“Euk… what are you doing!”
“You're the one who did something wrong in the first place.”
Holding my wrists, he pushed me against the wall. I tried to resist, but I was helplessly shoved back. I put strength into my arms to fight, yet under his downward gaze and bulk my strength gradually drained away. His face came close in front of my upturned eyes.
“That feisty side is nice too… but wouldn't it be better to be nice to me?”
His voice rang right next to my ear, and his hot breath spread across my chest.
“Ugh… but… still, this isn't right…”
I tried to get angry, but the strength left my voice and the ends of my words grew smaller and smaller. After looking down at me for a moment he slowly released my wrists. The moment I grabbed my wrists and glared at him, he firmly groped my ass.
“Heuk!”
“From now on… let's get along well.”
Heh heh heh—
He laughed low and slipped out of the changing room. As soon as he left, the strength left my legs and I sank down right there.
“Huuu… nowhere to run…”
Clutching my wrists, I gasped for breath.
I had tried to avoid him. I kept trying to avoid him. But as long as I was at the cafe, I knew I would eventually have to face him again. There was still a long time until I got off work. And throughout that time… continuously…
“Ha…”
I squeezed my eyes shut then opened them. I could not run away. I had to endure. I slowly got up. My legs still had no strength.
When I returned to the counter, Choi Deok-hun was fiddling with the coffee machine as if nothing had happened. Familiar motions. A nonchalant expression. That made it even more chilling. The aroma of coffee spread, yet my mind was completely pulled in a different direction.
I took my place as if nothing were wrong. I arranged cups, checked the POS, looked for things to do. My hands trembled a little. To hide that I moved even busier.
But…
He approached. Casually, naturally. He entered my path. I flinched for a moment, then immediately lowered my head. I should not look. I should not pay attention. Yet my body reacted first. Even if he got a little closer, tension entered my shoulders, and if it seemed like he would brush past from behind, my breath stopped.
Eventually…
Squeeze—
Fingers dug into my ass.
“……!”
My body twitched briefly. It was too obvious. I immediately lowered my gaze, as if nothing had happened. But it was already too late. Choi Deok-hun snickered, then took another step closer.
“Why are you shaking so much.”
Hot breath felt by my ear. I clenched my teeth.
“…I'm not shaking.”
Softly, briefly. But there was no strength in my voice. Choi Deok-hun heard that and said nothing. Instead he passed by even more naturally, even more casually. There were unusually many moments when our paths overlapped. Once, twice, three times. Whether there were customers or not, his touches became more frequent, as if it did not matter.
I stiffened my body more and more. Don't react. Don't show it. I repeated only that thought.
“A-yeong.”
His voice again from close by. I stiffened reflexively.
“You need to focus on work.”
The words were ordinary. But that tone was not ordinary at all. I did not answer. Instead I put strength into my hands as if wiping a cup.
At that moment… a presence drawing closer. A distance where breath seemed about to touch. I lowered my head further, thinking it would be okay if I just did not look…
But…
“If you tense up like that, it shows even more.”
Words that lodged low in my ear. And a hand that brushed the front of my thigh and dug inward. I swallowed my breath in that instant. Unable to say anything, I just froze like that. Choi Deok-hun laughed shortly, then returned to his place as if nothing had happened. I exhaled a beat late.
“…Ha…”
My hands kept trembling. My morning resolve had vanished, and I was barely holding on.
Time flowed slowly.
Customers came in and out, I took orders, set down cups, cleaned up again. It was the same work as usual, yet it felt completely different. In between each of those… continuously. Inevitably. He approached.
I gradually lost my words. Rebellion, irritation—none of it came out of my mouth. I just… endured.
While enduring like that, before I knew it the shop had grown quiet. Customers left one by one, the sound of the door opening and closing stopped, only the machine sounds remained.
“Let's clean up now.”
Choi Deok-hun's voice. Closing time. I nodded without a word. I put up the chairs, wiped the tables, cleaned the floor. My hands kept moving, but my head was empty.
After finishing the cleanup and about to hurry to the changing room—
“A-yeong.”
Voice from behind. My heart sank.
“…Yes.”
I barely answered.
“Stay a bit.”
A lifeless voice. Clenching my trembling hands tightly, I turned around.
“Why… why.”
“There's something we need to do today.”
A playful tone. Saying that, he dragged me toward the counter.
“You still seem a bit rebellious, A-yeong.”
“Let go of this!”
I roughly shook off his arm. But he immediately grabbed me tightly and warned lowly.
“You can't do this. You have to listen well, right?”
“What… if I give you money, will that do…”
The thought that I would rather just pay money and end it. But Choi Deok-hun let out a light hollow laugh then made a lewd smile.
“Money's good too… but there's something better, you know.”
He roughly groped my breasts. When I struggled and averted my gaze, he grabbed my chin with his hand and made me face him straight on.
“Our A-yeong. You know, I've watched that video over and over.”
“That…”
His horrible words continued.
“Thanks to that, I roughly know your weak spots.”
His hand went inside my clothes and climbed up my back. Soon…
Plop—
In his hand was my underwear. Underwear with delicate frills.
“You used to be tomboyish, but lately I thought you'd become quite feminine.”
Choi Deok-hun held the underwear to his nose and took a deep breath.
“Hmm… ha. It has a pretty womanly scent.”
My face flushed with shame. Choi Deok-hun tossed the underwear into a drawer. Then he looked at me and said,
“What we need to do is simple. Do it or receive it.”
“Wh… what is that.”
“Simple. Either I touch you, or you do it.”
Then with one hand he stroked my body here and there.
“Well, I won't go all the way. I promise that. So… what will you choose.”
He waited for my answer while kneading my breasts. The hand that was kneading pinched the protruding part.
“Heung… th… stop.”
“Heh heh… sounds nice. By the way, I still haven't heard an answer?”
His hand gradually descended from my chest. Underbust. Solar plexus. Navel. Just as it was about to enter the gap of my pants—
Grab—
“Ha… I'll do it. I will…”
“Oh… that's not bad either.”
The descending hand stopped. Then he tidied up my disheveled appearance. From his eyes, a dark desire could be felt.