If You Just Buy the Planned Item and Bounce, Where's the Fun in Shopping?
"Hmm... is this the place? The map says it is, but there's no sign or anything, so it's hard to tell..."
Normally, you'd expect at least a small sign indicating it was an adult shop, but there was absolutely nothing like that here. It just looked like a perfectly ordinary apartment unit A. Which made Hyeonju hesitate to ring the doorbell.
What if she pressed it and they said this wasn't the place? Talk about embarrassing.
"Not gonna ring it? Want me to do it for you?"
Without being asked, Oppa just went ahead and mashed the button. Hyeonju startled, ready to smack his back and unload a torrent of curses—but before she could, a woman's voice came through the intercom.
"Who is it?"
Oppa grinned down at Hyeonju. Clearly, he had no intention of saying a word himself. So in the end, she was the one who'd come out shopping, not him. What a guy—couldn't even manage basic consideration like this. No wonder he had no girlfriend.
Hyeonju shot him a resentful glare, but what could she do? If you're thirsty, you dig the well yourself.
Clearing her throat, she spoke into the intercom as sweetly as she could manage.
"Um, this is the adult shop, right? I'm here to buy a dog collar..."
"Ah..."
A short sigh. See? She'd gotten it wrong after all. As Hyeonju's cheeks flushed with shame, the intercom crackled again.
"Ah, yes! That's right! We are an adult shop! Yep, exactly! One sec, I'll open up right now."
Hyeonju let out a relieved breath, patting her chest. Good, they'd come to the right place. Why beat around the bush? Just say yes or no—don't make people anxious. And her tone was weirdly off, like she'd only just realized her own shop sold adult toys...
Nah, probably overthinking it.
The door swung open, and a woman appeared before them. She was a gentle-eyed beauty with straight brown hair and square glasses. About Hyeonju's height, but with slightly bigger tits. Her top(?) was just two black straps wrapped around her nipples, paired with high-leg micro-panties hugging her hips and fishnet stockings.
No normal woman would dare step out like that, but Hyeonju sighed in relief. At least they'd found the right spot.
Women shopping at adult stores often felt embarrassed or shy. Some even avoided them entirely. To ease that, it was common sense for female clerks or owners to dress as slutty and perverted as possible. Seeing them think, Okay, at least I'm not that bad, let customers relax and browse.
Whoever she was—clerk or owner—she was dressed the part.
As they took her in, Oppa whistled softly from behind Hyeonju.
"Ooh, not bad—jackpot, huh? This'll be fun. Nice, real nice."
"......................."
Hyeonju elbowed his gut. He doubled over, clutching his stomach in agony.
The woman looked startled for a second, then flashed a professional smile.
"Welcome! Are you two here together?"
Without bothering to reply, Hyeonju pointed to the signboard around her neck. The woman nodded in understanding.
"Training your little sister's pussy, huh? You've come to the right place. No shop around here stocks training gear like we do."
"Stocking well is obvious, but maybe hang a proper sign next time? Took us forever to find you."
She bowed apologetically to Hyeonju.
"Sorry about that. We just opened today—things have been hectic. We'll make sure it's easy to spot next time. Anyway, don't just stand there—come on in!"
She ushered Hyeonju and Oppa inside. It had to be part of the apartment, but it felt weirdly spacious. Like space was warped just here. Of course, it was probably an optical illusion from ultra-efficient layout.
Still, for an apartment shop, it was impressively stocked. Display cases brimmed with dildos and vibes of every shape, anal beads, lotions for easier bitch-training, SM ropes and whips, even niche stuff like anal and pussy expanders you'd expect in a hospital.
"Oh, ovulation inducers... they even have these?"
"Can't skip impregnation play in a fulfilling sex life. Laws changed recently—adult shops can sell aphrodisiacs, ovulation drugs, diuretics now. Better to stock 'em, right?"
Hyeonju fiddled with the ovulation inducer packaging, peering curiously. She'd never been pregnant. She took creampies daily without fail, but no babies. Not that she wanted to get knocked up, but seeing it right there pulled her in anyway.
"Huh? What's up with you, Hyeonju? Staring at those ovulation pills like they're fascinating. Wanna get pregnant? Just say the word—I can tweak the settings and knock you up on the spot."
"Shut up! Who said I want your kid?"
Hyeonju shoved it back hastily. A tiny pang of regret, but no way—she wasn't getting pregnant as a student. Sure, he decided as her owner, but she could at least act like she hated the idea.
Strolling leisurely through the shop, Hyeonju eyed other toys. Like the anal beads.
"Whoa... these anal beads are insanely huge. Do they really fit in a person's asshole?"
"Of course. Girls' holes are made to take stuff like this. Normal girls might struggle, but you're your oppas dedicated toilet, right? Steady training turns that shithole into a fun toy. Worried? Pair it with this lotion. Or start smaller with beginner beads. Ass training's like weightlifting—greed from the start leads to injury. What do you think?"
"Hmm... I'll keep it in mind. Might need ass training someday—better stock up early."
Oppa barged into their girl talk, as usual.
"Oho? So you want ass training from this oppa? Shoulda said so! Let's start with fingers the second we get home. I always figured a dedicated toilet isn't complete without the ass—and if you're that eager, no reason to hold back. Or skip home—start right here?"
"Not so fast—again? Sure, my pussy and ass are your dedicated toilet, so use 'em however... but ease up. You haven't even perfected my pussy yet—don't rush."
"Eh? I thought your pussy was already perfect..."
Pretending not to hear, Hyeonju whipped around and moved elsewhere. Dodging when guilty was one of her bad habits.
She wandered the shop, browsing. Oppa trailed silently at first, then piped up.
"Didn't we come for a dog collar? Why keep eyeing other stuff?"
He was clueless. So clueless. Even if unplanned, browsing might reveal needs. And shopping was fun just looking—yet he got none of it. No wonder normal girls ignored him. Onaholes might idolize him, but romance? Impossible. He'd die alone, using his sister-toilet till the end.
Ignoring him, Hyeonju kept window-shopping. Which lotion was best? This dildo'd suit Seong-mi—gift it later? That one Mom used—try it myself? Thinking like that made it pure joy. Poor Oppa, missing out.
After a solid 40 minutes of long, luxurious browsing, Hyeonju finally grabbed the dog-collar design she wanted. It'd taken over 40 minutes to reach the collars—but picking one? Under a minute.
"I kinda want this dildo too..."
Too bad—today's Oppa-gift was just the collar. Allowance spent, so dildo waits for another day.
"Hey~ checkout for this... huh?"
Calling the clerk, no answer. Turning, Hyeonju realized neither clerk nor Oppa was there. She'd been so absorbed, she'd forgotten him entirely.
Dread crept up from her feet. A high schooler feeling lost? Mortifying.
But it didn't last. Her ears caught a bitch-in-heat moan that made her tingle.
"Aahhuuung♥Heeuk,hooong♥ Ahhhheungh♥"
".........................."
Pop— a vein bulged on Hyeonju's forehead. Grinding her teeth, she stomped toward the sound.
There was Oppa, railing the clerk—bent over a table—with a dildo in her pussy.
"Oh, done already? Hold on. Just finishing up with this bitch's hole."
".......You asshole!"