Chapter 13: Troublesome Guests Deserve Proper Discipline

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"We've got solid evidence. You admit to stealing, right?"

Saying that, he read Kim Soyeon's status message with gleeful delight.

'Spot on. If she'd stuck to just being a bitchy customer, there'd be nothing I could do.'

Kim Soyeon's face drained of color as she muttered, "From this angle, there's no way you could've caught it... how?"

He'd slipped up for a second but recovered smoothly. "The manager installed hidden cameras behind the shelves because of all the recent thefts. And sure enough, look who got nabbed—the little thief."

Was the overwhelming panic short-circuiting her brain? After a long silence, trembling all over, she finally squeezed out a few words.

"I... I'm sorry..."

"If you've done wrong, you pay the price."

The clear condition for the quest Troublesome Customer Discipline was to make Kim Soyeon regret her actions.

Reporting her to the police and spreading the word at her workplace would do the trick.

"Let's call the cops first and sort it out."

As he punched 112 into his smartphone and hovered over the call button, she lunged forward. "W-wait a second!"

"Paying the price for your wrongs... couldn't we do it some other way?"

"Huh?"

Before he could process it, her status message popped up.

Reading it, a wicked grin spread across his face.

"You stole something, and now you don't want me calling the police?"

"Yes..."

"So, how exactly do you plan to make it up to me?"

"Please let it slide just this once. If you do... I'll do anything you want."

He echoed her words with loaded intent. "Anything... really anything?"

"...Yes. Anything."

Logically, getting caught stealing meant turning herself in was smarter than offering her body—petty theft would just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠be a fine at worst, and workplace gossip wouldn't spread unless she blabbed. But staying rational in a crisis was way harder than it sounded. Once composure cracked, even obvious truths twisted.

'Like me, ditching cram school and giving up on retaking exams just because a rumor spread.'

Her status message confirmed it—her mental state had crumbled, blocking clear thinking.

'Perfect. Time to use her for the tutorial quest. Her looks are 80 points, prettier than me, but I can't clear it anyway.'

The tutorial quest completed after sex with five women, with partial rewards per completion.

"Remember my face?"

Of course she recognized him as the clerk she'd tormented. She fidgeted before mumbling, "Yes..."

"You remember being a total bitch to me? Multiple times."

"...I'm sorry. Truly sorry."

"Why'd you do it?"

"I needed a way to relieve stress... I'm really sorry..."

He'd known from her profile, but hearing it from her was absurd.

"You're the queen of absurdity. Hand over your wallet first."

The thief hesitated. When she kept stalling, he snapped, "Hesitate one more time, and I'm calling the cops. Last warning."

Finally, she handed it over. He snatched it, pulled out her ID, and snapped a photo. Behind it was a business card for a high-end bar called La Frigée, with her name and title: Manager.

"Kim Soyeon, working at La Frigée? So you took out your work stress on me, huh."

She bowed her head lower at his teasing tone. "I'm sorry..."

"It'd be hilarious to drop by there and tell them Kim Soyeon steals from convenience stores. Right?"

"Please, anything but that..."

"No cops if you do anything?"

"...Yes."

He grinned evilly. The thought of disciplining this absurd bitch made his cock twitch with pride.

"Just in case, let's record it. Repeat after me: 'I, Kim Soyeon, promise to relieve all the stress I caused this convenience store clerk. By any means necessary.'"

She hesitated again, so he glared. Tears welled in her eyes.

"...I, Kim Soyeon, promise to relieve all the stress I caused this convenience store clerk—sob—by any means necessary."

He chuckled. As with Lee Seonyeong, toying with someone was way more fun than expected.

"You know the best way for a woman to relieve a man's stress? Satisfy his sexual urges. That's why armies need camp followers."

He grabbed her wrist and pulled. Panic and fear thickened on her face, drawing a cruel smile from him. Tears fell from her eyes, her features etched with bone-deep regret.

'Water under the bridge now.'

Once spilled, no ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠amount of regret fixed it. He appraised her looks anew. Small tits, narrow hips, but slim without flab—a body perfect for torment. Less voluptuous than Lee Seonyeong, but her foxy face radiated raw sex appeal.

He locked the store door and led her to the back room. She followed without resistance. Flicking on the light revealed her terrified expression.

"No need for more talk, right? As long as it's a fair give-and-take, no report. Relax."

He pushed her head down; she knelt obediently.

'Lee Seonyeong would've resisted a bit.'

Even accounting for fear, she seemed unusually compliant. His second fuck. The subtle differences from the first thrilled him.

He undid his belt. His cock had been ready since blackmailing her with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the photo. It sprang out, blocking her view.

"Eek!"

The massive, cock-like monstrosity eclipsing her vision drew a reflexive squeak. Shock bordered on horror on her face. Her reaction made him smile—nothing stroked a man's ego like a woman's awe at his dick.

"You know how to suck cock, right?"

She nodded faintly.

"Do it."

"...I've never done one this big."

"And?"

"..."

He thrust forward. The silhouette in her eyes grew larger. After one last hesitation, she met his firm gaze and took the head in her mouth. Her hot, wet tongue flicked it.

"Lick properly."

Her tongue explored wider. Her mouth opened further, finally engulfing the head.

"Guh, guk."

She struggled briefly—true to her word about the size—but adapted, swirling her tongue. Opening and closing carefully to avoid teeth, she stimulated the whole head, then rapidly teased the frenulum.

Even from brief sucking, her skill outshone Lee Seonyeong's.

"Oh, right. No foreplay for you, so if you don't want it hurting when I fuck you, lube up now."

One hand slipped under her skirt while she sucked. Watching it squirm inside ramped his arousal. He craved deeper.

Grabbing her head, he pulled. The tip nearly hit her throat. He rubbed it against the soft palate.

"Urk...!"

Her stomach heaved with nausea, but he ignored it, savoring her mouth. Watching her suffer was bliss, but as he neared the edge, he pulled out.

"Gah, cough, cough."

"Thirty seconds, then back in. Breathe."

He counted silently and shoved back in. Her mouth stretched wide, but his cock filled it effortlessly. This time, he rocked shallowly, enjoying friction on frenulum and tongue. She writhed more. He ignored it. Pulled out at her limit, waited thirty seconds, repeated—for ten minutes. Ejaculation tingled faintly. He withdrew.

"Time to fuck. Stand up."

He steadied her wobbling form against the wall, yanked her hips back into ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠standing doggy. Her ass was small—narrow hips—but the immaturity turned him on. White skirt, black panties visible underneath.

"What's with this skirt? You didn't even lift it, and I see your panties. Is this even clothing?"

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