Unpaid Territory

I dropped my voice low and jerked my chin toward the corner of the store.

"Go lean against that wall."

At my command, her face flushed crimson. She must have been remembering what she'd gone through with me last night. She stole glances at my expression, hesitating in place, and I frowned at her coldly.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you going? You already paid, didn't you?"

"Hhk—!"

A groan of swallowed fury burst from her lips. Not only had she sprinted to the convenience store until she was drenched in sweat—now she was being told to offer up her body again, just like yesterday, and her expression said her stomach was turning itself inside out.

I crossed my arms and growled at her, eyes sinking cold.

"Are you not going to do this properly? I paid good money, fair and square, for access to your body. I'm a customer, you hear me? A customer. And this is how you treat one?"

I threw her own words right back at her—the exact things she'd said to me during that week of her tormenting me.

"……!"

Her shoulders flinched. Feeling the weight of my stare, she looked up at me with frightened eyes and answered in a voice that had shrunk to a crawl.

"O-okay…! Okay, so stop yelling…!"

Dragging her slippers, she shuffled over to the corner I'd pointed out. She stood with her back pressed to the wall, both hands clenched together over her chest, wound tight as a bowstring.

Watching her like that, I confirmed it all over again.

Kim Nayeon didn't need consideration or kindness. The more you crushed her down by force and barked orders at her, the more she gave up on resisting and groveled—a textbook masochistic streak. Even while frightened by my rough handling, I could see a strange, secret thrill blooming at the corners of her eyes. Her mouth said no, but the moment she found herself under a strong man's domination, her primal instincts were being stimulated whether she liked it or not.

I closed the distance slowly. The heat from her sprint drifted off her in a faint scent of sweat—but far from being repulsive, it mingled with the particular skin-scent of a young woman and stoked my arousal.

When I simply stared down at her in silence, she wrenched her face away to escape my gaze.

"Just get it over with…!"

A voice gone small and timid, but with thorns still on it. I almost laughed out loud, but I had no intention of rushing. There was something I wanted to confirm first, before we got to the main event.

"Got anything to say to me?"

At my question, she furrowed her brow like she couldn't follow.

"What…? Say?"

Then she scoffed and snapped at me, irritated.

"Nope, nothing! So quit running your mouth and just get to it already!"

Still the same arrogant, untouchable attitude. The instant I heard that insolent reply, the last speck of hesitation I'd been carrying was wiped clean away.

If she had offered even a single word of apology for the week she'd put me through, I might have reconsidered this whole arrangement. But Nayeon was a lost cause, remorseless to the very end. Making money mattered, but trampling that insolent mouth of hers came first. Guilt was a luxury. Instead, a vicious emotion was coiling in my chest—and so, forcing it down, I calmly plotted out how I would handle her.

My gaze dropped to her deep cleavage. Without bothering to hide how obvious my stare was, I considered my next move.

What happens if I touch somewhere I haven't paid for?

The shop menu divided its offerings into One-Time Passes and Permanent Passes. I'd used a One-Time Pass for Breast Groping yesterday, so as far as I could guess, that authorization had now expired. The only thing I'd paid for just now was a single-use Touching Pussy pass.

As an experiment, I started to slide my fingers casually toward her chest.

In that instant—

The eyes that had been blushing and bashful went chillingly, terrifyingly cold. Her gaze sharpened into slits and bored into me with ferocity. It was a murderous glint so alien it might have belonged to a different person entirely.

At the same time, an alarm rang out in my skull.

An ominous sense of danger prickled every hair on my body, and I yanked my hand back fast. And just like that—as if by magic—the life returned to her eyes. The original expression was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠back: cheeks flushed, sneaking glances at me.

So touching unpurchased areas is forbidden… Then what about somewhere that isn't listed as a purchased zone at all?

I looked at the profile window hovering beside her.

Apart from her chest and inside her, none of these were areas on the purchase menu. Carefully, I reached out and brought my fingers to her ear. No danger warning like before rang out, and her eyes didn't go cold.

Without hesitation, I lightly rubbed the soft, yielding lobe between two fingers.

"Huaah—?!"

A piercing moan tore out of her. As I stroked her earlobe gently and pressed down, her whole body shuddered like she'd been electrocuted. Her legs seemed to give out; she twisted her thighs together and pressed herself deeper into the wall. There wasn't the slightest sign of refusal.

"Wh-where are you t-touching…?! Why there…?!"

I smirked and dragged a fingernail lightly down her earlobe.

"Why? Is there a problem? I'm just setting the mood before I get to what I paid for."

"Hurry up…! Ahh…!"

Before she could even finish, the fingers of my other hand glided softly down the slender nape of her neck.

"Hiiik…!"

Her voice spiked high. She hunched her shoulders and trembled, visibly, helplessly.

"Hhk…! Hnn…!"

She desperately swallowed the cries that kept trying to slip through her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut. With her ear and her nape toyed with at the same time, she couldn't contain the pleasure and bit down hard on her lip.

I was getting into it now, working my fingers over her with growing obsession—flicking and teasing her earlobe, breathing a hot puff of air into her ear canal, dragging my palm slowly up the tender skin of her neck.

"Haa…! Nnh…! Ah…!"

Every time I did, her thighs clenched tight together. The legs revealed beneath her dolphin pants rubbed against each other, restless, not knowing what to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠do with themselves. The more I touched her, the rougher her breathing became, and at the corners of her eyes gathered tears mixed of humiliation and pleasure.

When I finally pulled my fingers away and looked down at her, she was heaving, shoulders rising and falling.

"Haah…! Haah…! Fuck… seriously…!"

Along with that fevered breath, a lewd scent filled the corner of the store. Her cheeks were swollen red, and her legs had gone weak and were shaking. When I flashed a grin, she looked up at me with tear-soaked eyes and quivered, her voice breaking into a plea.

"Hurry…! Touch me and get it over with…!! Stop stalling… please…!!"

Her voice was close to sobbing now—she couldn't hold out any longer. Faced with that miserable, maddeningly delicious state of hers, my cock hardened and a sadistic rush stabbed through my brain.

Time for the main event.

Swish—.

I brought my hand down, hooked her pants aside, and burrowed into the space beneath. My fingers brushed bare skin and pushed the crotch line of her panties sideways.

Thump.

A hot sensation met my fingertips. A woman's most private place, the first I'd touched in far too long—and along my fingertips came the temperature of a sticky, slick liquid. The inside of her panties was already soaked through with her arousal, a full-blown flood.

"Hnngh—?!"

The instant my finger touched the entrance of her pussy, she flinched in reflex. Her eyes flew wide at the unexpected sensation, and she hastily clapped a hand over her mouth to swallow the sound. She turned her face away and tried to steady her breathing, but her trembling body refused to settle.

At the sight of her, the corners of my mouth climbed beyond all control. Without hesitation, I slid my index finger deep into that slick, arousal-soaked hole.

Squelch…!

"Mmph…! Uuunngh—!!"

Her eyes went huge, rolling back. The inner walls of this twenty-year-old virgin—who had never once taken a man—clamped down on my finger hard enough to bruise it. I buried my finger to the hilt, then curled the joint and began to scratch upward against the spot near the ceiling of her channel, working it relentlessly.

Squelch—! Squelch—!

Vulgar, wet sounds rang through the narrow aisle at the back of the convenience store.

"Uunn…! Mmph…! Ah…! Huaaang…!"

Every time my finger drove into her walls and churned her juices, muffled cries burst out one after another through the fingers pressed over her mouth. Her back arched; her hips shuddered along with my hand. The friction of something she'd never felt before—pleasure and reason scattering at once—left her eyes losing focus, melting into a dazed haze.

Watching her go wild with arousal nearly pushed me over the edge myself, but then a crueler prank flickered through my mind. I ripped my pistoning finger out of her with a pop.

"Ahh—!? Wh… what…?"

Stimulation cut off without warning—abandoned right on the brink of climax, she panted up at me with unfocused eyes.

I held my soaked hand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠out in front of her. Her arousal trickled in strings between the fingers that had rummaged through her, stretching like tangled yarn. I gave a mocking little jerk of my chin and asked:

"What's this?"

"……!"

Confronted with her own lewd fluids held right up to her face, her eyes went round and her face flared scarlet.

"Uuuugh…!!"

She squirmed, at a total loss—then jerked her head sharply away. Watching her, the corners of my mouth lifted on their own. I brought my fingers right up to her lips. And with a wicked grin, I asked again.

"What's with the shameless dripping just from me putting a finger in you for a minute? Whose is it, hmm?"

"I-I don't know! Fuck…!!!"

Unable to bear the humiliation, she screamed, spitting venom.

"Stop asking stupid questions and just keep going, you insane bastard…!! Hurry up and do it…!!"

Begging me with her own mouth to please keep fingering her cunt.

"PUHAHAHA—!!"

I couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. Then, twisting my lips into a smirk, I gave the order.

"Don't worry. Even if you don't ask, I'll finger you until you're ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠sick of it. So pull your pants and panties down to your thighs."

At my command, her eyes flipped over with rage. Her mouth flew open to unleash a torrent of curses, lips trembling with how unfairly she'd been treated—

Zzzing—.

In a flash, her eyes melted into a cloudy, vacant haze. Just like yesterday, the system's forced compliance had activated.

"Ah… ugh… ah…"

She mumbled, lips working uselessly, blinked a few times—and then her focus came back. Her trembling hand drifted to her waistband.

Slip—.

With her own hands, she gripped her dolphin pants and her panties together and slowly dragged them down to mid-thigh. The moment her panties came down, the arousal that had been sticking everything together stretched out in long strands like melted cheese, dripping in beads down between her thighs.

Under the fluorescent light, the secret entrance of a twenty-year-old stood fully exposed with nothing to shield it. Her pale-pink labia glistened, soaked through, opening and closing as if breathing, spilling her juices. The way her smoothly waxed skin framed that lewdly quivering pussy was nothing short of artistic.

She looked down at her own soaked hole following my gaze—then buried her face in both hands.

"This is so…! frustrating…!!"

A strangled sound leaked out through her palms. She looked ready to collapse right there and sob, but not a shred of sympathy sprouted in me—not even a hair's worth. This was the bitch who'd treated me like dirt for a whole week. Even now, pride kept a single word of apology from ever reaching her lips.

I curled my lips upward and stepped in close, right in front of her as she stood there sobbing with her legs spread apart.

"Why are you crying?"

Looking down at her tear-streaked face, I added in a low voice:

"This is just the beginning."

I was going to make this arrogant bitch pay everything she owed. And when that time came, it wouldn't be her tears falling—it would be mine, of a very different kind.