Two Twenty-Thousand-Won Bills
Hold on... is this some kind of setup?
An alarm went off in my head instantly.
What if this girl was trying to frame me? She turns around, gets her chest grabbed, and the second she does, she calls the cops—just like that, I'd be wearing the Silver Bracelet and my life would be over.
But when I studied her face, it was hard to believe that was the situation.
Her cheeks, flushed scarlet.
Her lips, trembling with shame.
It was the expression of someone being forced to do something she'd rather die than do.
Besides, the moment I'd pressed Breast Groping in that mysterious window, this had happened.
So the deal's legit, but...
Still, you test the stepping stones before you cross the river.
I quietly lowered my hand below the counter and started a voice recording on my phone.
A minimal safety measure.
"Ahem."
Clearing my throat, I leaned slightly over the register.
"Excuse me, but why are you making strange noises all of a sudden, customer?"
Her eyes snapped up, and she ground out a curse between her teeth.
"Fuck...! You're the one making strange noises...! You paid for it, you idiot...!"
At the word paid, my certainty hardened into steel.
I played dumb and echoed her with a puzzled look.
"Paid? What exactly did I pay for?"
"You don't even know—!!"
She started to shout, then suddenly froze, mouth hanging open.
The focus drained from her eyes, and every movement stopped.
Like a computer frozen mid-error, she stared blankly into space.
What the hell?
I was still reeling from the inexplicable behavior when—
"Ugh...!?"
She snapped back to her senses and blinked rapidly.
Then, clutching her chest, she shot back at me in a voice thick with indignation.
"Paid means paid, what else! You paid to grope my tits! Which means I have to go along with it! You think I want to do this kind of shit?!"
A scream bursting out on a wave of bottled-up rage.
The moment I heard it, the last sliver of doubt in my mind evaporated.
It hadn't been a delusion.
The two ten-thousand-won bills that had vanished from my bank account had turned this insolent bitch who'd been tormenting me into a commodity.
My gaze drifted down to her chest of its own accord.
Deep cleavage inside a white camisole.
A full, swelling volume that seemed impossible for a 164cm, 48kg frame.
Freshly adult and still youthful, those breasts had ripened beautifully. The way the fabric rose and fell with each breath, tracing the line of her cleavage, sent a jolt straight through my groin.
As I stared holes into her chest, her face contorted with shame and disgust.
"What are you staring at like that for? If you're done looking, then hurry up and touch them already!"
Still coiled and filthy, her tone.
By now, dropping honorifics had become her default setting.
I twisted the corner of my mouth upward and spoke in a low, clipped voice.
"Hey."
"Wh-what...!?"
The shift in atmosphere made her flinch, brows knitting.
I propped one hand on the counter and let out a laugh.
"Heh, cute reaction. What? You can talk down to me, but I’m not allowed to do the same?"
"I-I'm the customer...!"
"A customer gets to talk down to a store clerk? To someone five, six years older than you? Do you run your mouth at the staff everywhere else you shop too?"
At my low growl, her face went rigid.
Her lips flapped wordlessly, and the light in her eyes wavered, just barely.
Just as I thought.
I celebrated inwardly.
The profile that had floated above her head.
Sexual Preferences: Coercive dominance; masochistic tendencies that surrender to verbal abuse (latent M)
The classic bully-to-the-weak, groveler-to-the-strong type who only climbed higher if you sucked up to her and stroked her ego.
But push her down and hurl rough words at her, and the submission buried inside her would be stimulated, breaking her spirit in no time.
Besides, a mountain of resentment had been piling up for a week straight.
Even without knowing about that particular weakness of hers, there was no way anything gentle was coming out of my mouth right now.
I said nothing, simply staring down at her with cold eyes.
I kept my chin lifted, held her glare without backing away—and her once-defiant shoulders shuddered.
"F-fine, so just... hurry up and... touch them... al... ready..."
A voice crawling into the dirt.
Watching her tuck her tail and force out honorifics on top of it, an electric thrill surged up through me.
It wasn't an act. It wasn't a trap.
This bitch had truly fallen into my grasp.
I glanced toward the convenience store door.
Foot traffic was sparse in the pre-dawn hours, but you never knew when another customer might walk in.
"Follow me."
I stepped out from behind the counter and walked toward the back of the store.
Toward the CCTV blind spot, a corner hidden from view of the rest of the shop.
She followed behind me, sullen-faced, but docile all the same.
I pointed a finger toward the display case against the glass wall.
"Stand here."
For an instant, her face twisted at the command.
She opened her mouth as if to dump out her complaints, but one cold glare shut it in a heartbeat.
With her back braced against the display case, she stood still, and I approached her slowly.
One step.
And another.
The closer I got, the stiffer her expression became.
By the time I stood right in front of her, her shoulders had hunched all the way up.
The last trace of rebelliousness she'd carried moments ago had vanished without a trace.
Gulp.
The sound of her swallowing broke the silence.
The eyes looking up at me trembled with unease.
And yet, far from covering the breasts inside her camisole, she was holding them forward, offering them up for my hands to reach.
You stupid bitch. You're dead.
The shitstain of a girl who'd treated me like an insect for a week was trembling before me now.
Seeing it sent a sadistic thrill of conquest surging upward.
I slowly raised both hands.
Then, without a moment's hesitation, I grabbed greedily at that abundant pair of breasts, filling both palms.
"Nnh...!"
The soft, heavy flesh compressed under my full palms, bulging out between my fingers.
Oh...?
I marveled inwardly at the sensation flowing into my fingertips.
A woman's skin, the first I'd touched since my discharge from the army.
Jiggling yet densely packed like a firm pudding, with a taut resilience that pushed back against my grip.
Through my palms came her racing heartbeat and burning body heat, raw and unfiltered.
"Ha... nnh...!"
Her body jolted as if electrocuted.
I dug my fingers in and began kneading her breasts every which way.
Crushing them in slow circles with my palms, lifting the heavy flesh from below and roughly mauling it like kneading dough.
"Nnh...! Hngnn...! Fuck...! fuck...!!"
Avoiding my eyes, she spat curses in a low stream between her lips.
Tears welling at the corners of her eyes.
Cheeks blazing red with shame.
The sight of her cursing me even as she couldn't knock my hands away, surrendering her chest to my touch, was so obscene it drove me half-mad.
At those wretched reactions, my cock swelled terrifyingly inside my pants and lifted its head.
Just then, a line from the status window I'd seen earlier flashed through my mind.
Erogenous Zones: Earlobes, nape of the neck, left nipple
The corners of my mouth curled up on their own.
My right hand kept kneading her right breast while I brought the thumb and forefinger of my left together, taking aim through the fabric at the nipple peeking up beneath it.
Then I pinched that stiffened peak hard through the cloth and twisted.
"Haaah—?!"
A moan burst from her lips—whether a cry of pleasure or a scream, even she couldn't have said.
Her waist buckled forward slightly, and her thighs shivered into spasm.
"Ugh!?"
Startled by the vulgar moan that had escaped her without her permission, she hastily clamped her hand over her own mouth.
But it was too late.
"Cute little moans you've got there."
As I whispered with a grin, her eyes wavered between shock and humiliation.
"Hoo...! Hah! Q-quiet...! Be quiet...! Hah...!"
Ragged breaths leaked out between the fingers pressed over her mouth.
Her glare was still locked onto me, fierce as ever.
But the venom that had once lived behind it was nowhere to be found.
I had no intention of showing mercy.
With the fingers of my left hand, I worked her nipple over with relentless focus.
Raking it lightly with the edge of my nail, stretching it taut and letting it snap free, then crushing it down and twisting it all over again.
"Mmph...! Nngh...! Nnh...! Hngk...!"
She shook her head side to side, hand still clamped over her mouth.
But her body was reacting in direct opposition to her resistance.
The more I touched her, the harder the nipple beneath her camisole stiffened, stabbing at my fingertips.
"Haa...! Hnk...!! Hoo...! Nnh...!"
After several minutes of relentless nipple torment, her breathing had completely fallen apart.
Her chest heaved violently, the front of her camisole dampening with sweat.
Her legs curled inward, thighs grinding desperately against each other beneath her skirt.
Having her erogenous zones toyed with so mercilessly, her juices had clearly burst loose from below.
God... this is so fucking hot.
At that obscene, humiliating spectacle, my cock swelled again inside my pants until it felt ready to burst.
The impulse to tear her skirt off right then and shove myself into that soaked pussy surged up fiercely.
But I gritted my teeth and crushed it down.
What I'd purchased was, strictly speaking, only up to groping her breasts.
She still didn't properly understand what was happening to her. If I crossed the line here, there was no telling what might happen.
And a customer could walk in at any moment.
Regret swelled to the back of my throat, but this was where today ended.
Swoo.
I slowly peeled both hands away from her breasts.
The soft, scorching heat that had been pressing into my palms vanished.
"Haa...!! Haa...!!"
Leaning against the wall, she lowered the hand from her mouth and heaved for breath, shoulders heaving.
Eyes glazed over and unfocused.
Hair sticking to her cheeks, damp with sweat.
The clear imprint of my hands left on her clothes.
She stood dazed for a moment, then suddenly snapped back to herself and glared at me.
Between the tears clinging to her lashes, a look tangled from shame and fury blazed to life.
She hastily straightened her rumpled clothes, then spun around and brushed past me.
Mid-stride, she stopped, turned only her head, and shouted.
"F-forget about what happened today...! Forget it!! Got it?!"
The last words were closer to a sob.
Without waiting for my answer, she bolted for the door.
SLAM—!
The sound of her footsteps faded off into the far end of the night street.
The store fell quiet in an instant.
Savoring the vivid sensation of her breasts still imprinted on my palms, I walked slowly back to the counter.
And looked at the window still hanging in the air.
"Pfff...! PWAHAHAHA—!!!"
The laughter I'd been holding back exploded out of me.
The life of that shitstain girl who'd tormented me now had one future left: becoming a toy in the palm of my hand.