Episode 5: Pregnancy Raffle Convenience Store
Yoo Yeonhui led me along, insisting she knew a great restaurant.
“Let's grab a hangover remedy there first.”
“Now?”
She wagged her finger at me like I was some clueless newbie to society. “Hangover remedies are meant to be taken before you drink.”
“Didn't know.”
“Hehe.”
I gave her a fresh look of admiration for the new tidbit, and she beamed with satisfaction.
Ding~
“Welcome!”
“Hmm.”
What’s going on here?
It was the same old convenience store. A clerk in normal clothes stood behind the counter. Which made it feel even more off somehow.
“There’s gotta be something different.”
“Looking for something?”
“No, nothing.”
If not, then my hypothesis was wrong. The one about every indoor space coming with its own twisted setup.
I wandered the aisles, hunting for anything unusual, but nothing jumped out. Just your average convenience store, no matter how I squinted.
I wanted to poke around more, but Yoo Yeonhui was eyeing me weirdly, so I gave up.
Maybe it needs some other trigger?
“Ring these up, please.”
“I'll cover this.”
“Forget it—what's with the fuss over this?”
Yoo Yeonhui set the hangover remedy down and paid. As I watched her, my eyes caught a paper taped to the counter.
“Event entry?”
It looked handwritten, not printed.
“Ah, for a thousand won, you can enter the event. Interested?”
“Event? What kind?”
The clerk smiled at Yoo Yeonhui's question. “Men only. Come on back here for a sec.”
This felt right. Strong concept vibes.
The Convenience Store Clerk ushered me behind the counter, then stripped off her pants and panties completely. She spread her legs wide, pointing right at her pussy.
“Just cum in here.”
“In your pussy?”
“Yep. Gotta shoot it straight into the womb. If I get pregnant later, we'll send the prize.”
That was kinda terrifying. The prize wasn't a marriage certificate or anything, right? Or worse—a baby.
“Use this gel here.”
“Prepared, huh.”
“You don't have to, but it might cause scratches, so better if you do.”
Sounded just like an onahole talking. Wonder if we'll really get AI ones like this someday?
Roles aren't that different, huh?
Take customer's cum, get knocked up, hand over prize. Barely any difference from an onahole.
“Anyone else tried it?”
“Nope, you're the first entrant.”
Thank goodness. No fetish for sloppy seconds leaking other guys' loads.
“Hurry it up—if we're late for the reservation, no food.”
“Be done quick.”
I promised Yoo Yeonhui it'd be fast and got ready to plunge into the clerk.
Doggy style. No bed or stand at the right height for missionary.
“Here goes.”
“Okay.”
First, I jammed the lube bottle's tip into her pussy. Her asshole twitched in sync.
“Putting it in.”
“Yesssh...!”
She ducked her head with a moan, knuckles whitening on the shelf.
The gel had felt cool outside—pouring it straight in? No wonder she jumped.
“Relax.”
“Y-yeah... ”
“Arch that back more.”
Her torso lifted, and lube started oozing out of her pussy in thick streams.
“L-like this?”
“Yeah.”
I pressed her waist down, and she nailed the pose. Legs splayed—embarrassing for anyone else, but with pussy and ass on full display? Pure filth.
“P-please, get on with it?”
“Gotcha.”
I slathered in plenty of lube. This oughta do it.
Even if it's her job, hate to rough her up and cause injury. Especially since I was about to pound away.
My senior Yoo Yeonhui was waiting right there. No time for a slow ride.
Squelch—
“Oh.”
Finger test: nice and slick. Warmed perfectly by her body heat. And the grip? Even with two fingers, it squeezed just right—dick was gonna love this.
“Nn...!”
“Sensitive one.”
“A little... nn...”
Tiny pleasure moan from her lips—no pain there.
“Putting it in.”
I announced it like a warning and slammed my dick home.
Squish—
“Mmm.”
“Uht...!”
Her inner folds parted like a welcome, wrapping my shaft. Been too long since a real pussy. Office handies and blowies from Yoo Yeonhui were great, but this? Different league.
“Ghht, customer's... big... haa...”
“Kinda, yeah.”
She wasn't a newbie—swallowed my above-average size without a hitch.
Squelch—
“Nnghut...!”
Grabbed her ass and eased back slow. Raw dog meant every ridge dragged vividly. Lube from deep inside coated my glans, trickling down her thighs.
Squish—
“Ahhut...! C-cust... omer...! F-faster...”
“Faster, huh?”
Was gonna anyway. Can't leave senior hanging.
Squish—squelch—squish—squelch—slap, slap,
“Th-that's... ahht... it...!”
Pounded hard. Ass met thighs with wet smacks. Lube flew, amping the noise.
Squish—splurt—squish—splurt—
“Cl-close... ghht... cum... ming...!”
“Got it—cumming quick.”
She begged for it, so I hooked arms around her waist and yanked her upright.
“What cup?”
“B-bi... big... aah...!”
Hiked her shirt, grabbed her modestly sized tits to hold her steady. She was way smaller than me—up on tiptoes just to stay vertical.
Squish—splurt—squish—splurt—
“Hic...! C-cus... tomer...! D-dying...!”
“You won't.”
Reassuring her whimpers, the door chimed—a customer walked in.
Ding~
Squish—splurt—
“Hek...! W-welc... ome... hut...!”
The newbie saw us balls-deep and didn't bat an eye.
Like some porn fantasy world.
What a paradise. Hate for it to end.
Squish—splurt—squish—splurt—
Using her like an onahole, the customer dumped a few items on the counter.
“Ring me up.”
Squish—splurt—squish—splurt—
“Y-yessh...! One... hut... sec...!”
Can't mess with her work. Thrust her toward the register.
“Oh.”
“Hek...!”
Her tiptoe stance made her legs shift with mine—pussy clenching in sync, wild new friction.
Squish—squish—
“Hut! Hut!”
“Hurry with the total.”
“Hut, y-yessh...!”
“Ihyeon, cum already—she's suffering.”
“Easier said than done.”
Already blown twice today. Rule is: first load's quickest, later ones drag.
And now hurry up? After she drained me earlier.
Squish—splurt—squish—splurt—
“Nnghut... hut, haat!”
Beep! Beep! Beeeep!
“You double-scanned this.”
“S-sor... ry, hut...!”
Caught her duplicate scan and called it.
“Hey, speed it up.”
“S-sor... ry... all... hut...!”
Customer scowled at her fumbling hands. Obvious why: my hips slamming away.
Got scolded, kept apologizing—felt a twinge of pity.
Won't stop, though.
Thrust faster to finish quicker—better for her. Fixed her error myself.
“I'll hit it.”
Squish—
“Nnghut...! Th-thank... haa... you...”
“My pleasure.”
She's serving up prime pussy—I'm the thankful one.
“Hic, hut, haat... three... th-hou... sand five... hun... dred... won...!”
“Phew...”
Customer sighed at the delay, jammed their card in the reader.
“P-pay... ment... done... heek...!”
Clerk signaled complete; customer grabbed stuff wordlessly and bailed.
“Ihyeon, gotta go.”
“Yeah, right there.”
Squish—squish—
“Hek! Hut, hek!”
Reservation looming—Yoo Yeonhui prodded. Perfect timing; I was peaking. Ramped speed, pinched the nipple on her tit between thumb and finger.
“Haaaht—!”
“Ngh...”
Twitch twitch—deep creampie, dick pulsing. She shuddered right with me.
“Nice.”
Dumped it all, refreshing.
“Haa... haa... th-thanks... for... your... hic... business...”
I pulled out; she crumpled to the floor.
Splash—
Floor was a puddle of lube and her juices.
“N-now... cust... omer... con... tact... info... haa... please...”
“You keep it if you win.”
“Huh?”
“C'mon, Yeonhui.”
“Took forever—we're late.”
“Sprint?”
“Not that late.”
I dressed quick and headed out.
“But you entered the raffle—why ditch the prize? Got a thing for the clerk?”
“Nah.”
Just spooked by a prize tied to knocking her up. What if it's a marriage cert?
“Hmm...”
“For real.”
“Eh, none of my business. I'll buy it.”