The New Part-Timer (2)
On a sweltering summer day, the comic book cafe’s air conditioner was running at full blast. Bada gave a polite bow, her head dipping neatly.
We sat facing each other at the long desk positioned right inside the entrance. Accepted. I kept my face carefully neutral while screaming the word inside my head.
Bada was tall. A little shorter than me, so somewhere in the late 170s. The tallest woman I’d seen in a while. Her hair was so black it seemed to drink in every scrap of light around it, blacker than any natural shade. It looked deliberately dyed. Her skin, by contrast, was startlingly pale—her foxy face, the arms bearing those dragon tattoos, even the strip of stomach visible beneath her black tank top, all of it porcelain white.
Seeing her in person, her chest is even bigger than I thought. Definitely a full D, maybe even an E. Her waist was impossibly narrow. She didn’t have Yoon Bom’s soft, juicy curves that made you want to sink your fingers in. This was a sleek, model-like figure that women would probably admire more than men.
“Like I told Haneul, we’re only hiring for the night shift right now. Hours are five in the evening until eleven. Is that all right with you?”
“Is the tattoo okay?”
“As long as you’re polite to the customers, I don’t care what you look like.”
“Then… I’ll do it. I want the job.”
Yeah. I want that too.
“Good. If you’ve got time today, learn the ropes from me and start tomorrow.”
“Huh?”
When Bada looked flustered, Haneul gave a small smile and spoke up.
“Unnie, I was the same way. I got scouted the same day and started the very next one.”
“But… I don’t know anything yet.”
“It’s fine! I’ll stay late with you today and tomorrow and teach you everything!”
“I’m hiring you on the spot because I trust Haneul. We’ll set the wage at a nice round ten thousand won per hour, and you’ll work the same weekday schedule she does.”
After that I stepped back and simply watched the two of them.
I had planned to train Bada myself, but Haneul jumped in first, showing her the register, the drink machine, the simple food prep. Before long I had nothing to do, so I retreated to the second-floor room across from the counter. It honestly felt more helpful to stay out of their way.
This… feels weird.
Aside from her slightly sharp features and the twin dragon tattoos curling down both arms, Bada was perfect. She grasped instructions instantly and put them into practice without hesitation. She even seemed familiar with making the café’s simple snacks.
No, the strange one wasn’t Bada.
It was Haneul.
The way Gyeon Haneul kept herself glued to Bada’s side felt… off. Even with the AC blasting, the proximity looked stiflingly warm.
Can two people really stand that close even if they’re just good friends?
Maybe I was overthinking it. But the idea that the two new part-timers at my café were in that kind of relationship—not into men, but into each other, a genuine yuri pair—felt like something out of a manga. The chance to wedge myself between two lesbians and enjoy it… it almost seemed too easy.
“Unnie, want to grab a drink on the way home today?”
“So I can sit there sipping cola while you drink again?”
“They’ve got cider and Fanta too.”
“Same difference. Let’s just drink at home. I’m craving sparkling water.”
“Ugh… I wanted to drink outside for once…”
The conversation carried an oddly domestic tone, like two people who lived together.
“It’s hard for me to carry you inside when you’re drunk.”
“You used to say my drunk side was cute… You’re being so cold today, unnie.”
“Does that mean you don’t like it?”
“……”
For a moment Han Bada gazed at Gyeon Haneul with deep, smoldering eyes. Several seconds of silent eye contact passed—nothing like the look exchanged between normal friends or sisters.
Holy… fuck… Thank you, God! I cheered inside.
Normally it was nearly impossible for a man to slip between two women in a relationship. But I had the Lewd Notebook. A few carefully chosen words and I could slide right into the middle of them.
My mind instantly filled with vivid images: the two of them kissing with my cockhead between their lips, tongues tangling around it. Taking turns sucking one of my balls each while their fingers laced together to stroke me. Swallowing my length while rolling their hips and sobbing, “I’m sorry… I like oppa’s cock more than yours now…”
“Boss.”
“Y-yes!?”
The voice calling me snapped me out of my fantasy. It was Gyeon Haneul.
“What’s up, Haneul? Problem?”
“No. If you’re tired, just show us how to close and you can head out.”
“……”
“I’ll stay with unnie until closing and help her!”
Haneul’s eyes sparkled as she looked at me. Those bright pupils seemed to say, I want some quality alone time with unnie, so could you please leave already?
. . .
“Ugh… why does it keep coming back to me……”
It was a blessing that today’s dog grooming appointments had been light. If I’d had the usual four or five, I would’ve been in serious trouble. There was no way I could have finished on time.
“It still feels like I can smell it……”
I’d even sprayed perfume on my mask in a desperate attempt to erase oppa’s scent. It was completely useless. The moment I let my guard down, his image would flicker in front of my eyes—his handsome face, that rock-hard body so different from a woman’s, the expression of pure pleasure as he pushed inside me, the way he looked down at me after forcing my insides upward and burying himself to the hilt.
I missed every single part of it.
“I wonder if we can sleep together again tonight…”
Suddenly I felt my lower hole twitch and flutter. Having that huge thing inside me all night must have left my body still readjusting.
“Instead of waiting… maybe I should go to him?”
I had already looked up the location of the comic book café oppa ran. It wasn’t far—only a ten-minute walk. Oppa finished at eleven. I got off at seven. That left a four-hour gap.
Spending those hours at home touching myself felt like a waste.
“It’s a weekday, so there probably won’t be many customers… If I tell him I want it… he’ll definitely give it to me… Then we can go into a room together… pull the blinds all the way down…”
Just as my imagination began to run wild, the cheerful jingle of a bell rang out. The door to the grooming salon had opened, triggering the little bell I’d attached to it.
“Ah, I’m sorry, we’re closed for the—”
“Oh… so this is what a dog grooming salon looks like.”
It was oppa. The same oppa who should have been at his café was standing right in front of me.
“Why do you look so shocked? Did you get mad that I came even though you told me not to?”
His scent flooded my mind. I wasn’t actually smelling him—my brain was simply conjuring the memory so vividly it felt real.
“I finished early, so I thought we could go home together. It’s not a problem to show up at closing time, right? I’m not disturbing business or anything.”
Oppa flipped the sign on the door from OPEN to CLOSED, then reached up and slid the deadbolt into place.
“How was today? Business go okay?”
He approached the counter while speaking casually. Despite talking about heading home together, he had locked the door. The massive thing between his legs was already growing bigger as he walked straight toward me where I stood frozen.
“What’s wrong? Why are you just standing there?”
He stopped right in front of me and began removing my mask. He hooked a finger under the strap behind my left ear and slowly pulled it off.
“Ah………♥”
He immediately drew my head into his chest. The real scent of him rushed into my nose.
“Whoa, careful. Your legs are giving out.”
He caught me tightly as I started to collapse.
“You like oppa’s smell that much? Enough to make you lose your mind?”
“Yes… I… I love it……”
“Really? Then how about you take one load with your mouth?”
At those gentle words my thighs began to tremble uncontrollably. I loved every scent that came from him, but the one from his cock was the most intoxicating.
“Come on, pull my pants and underwear down using only your mouth. No hands. Think you can do it?”
“Yes… I’ll… I’ll try.”
I slowly sank to my knees. First I opened my mouth and bit the waistband of his pants. Luckily they weren’t stiff jeans—just soft sweatpants with an elastic band. I managed to tug them down easily.
“Mmmph…♥”
The fabric of his underwear brushed against my nose. I could have pulled back to get a better angle, but my body refused to obey. The urge to bury my face there and inhale was overwhelming.
“Focus. If you keep dawdling we won’t make it home tonight.”
I gathered my strength and dragged the pants down to his knees. Now for the underwear. I struggled back up slightly, took the waistband between my teeth, and pressed my face flush against his body as I pulled them downward.
“Haa………♥”
It was impossible to resist. I held the underwear in my mouth and pressed my nose directly against his balls, pushing his cock aside so I could rub my face between the soft, heavy sac. Then I inhaled with everything I had.
The thing I had wanted to do all day while working… the thing I had promised myself I would definitely do once I got home… I ended up doing it right there, squatting behind the counter like an animal in heat.