Rush Hour Exposure Frenzy
Exposure play via hypnotic suggestion, from 12:15 to 12:30. The store's peak hour. After a hectic morning, office workers swarm in like wild animals desperate for a sugar hit to refill their tanks and stuff their growling stomachs. No room to swing a cat. Sure, there are other brand-name convenience stores nearby, but this one's always packed. It's the biggest, newly built and spotless—and one more thing. The female part-timer's a knockout.
I hate to admit it, but Cha Yuri's got the looks. Double eyelids, perky nose, sharp jawline, cleavage, killer proportions. Not unreal pretty like Anna, but that's why she nails that fresh, girl-next-door college vibe Korean guys eat up. If it weren't for her prickly attitude—especially if it wasn't aimed at me—I might even call her haughtiness a charm point.
Plus, our GA convenience store uniform clings like a second skin, and the women's version's a miniskirt, cranking the sexiness up a notch. That's probably why, even with two POS terminals and a mob of customers, my line's dead quiet. Not even half of Cha Yuri's queue. Especially today.
"Welcome, oppa♥" Ding-a-ling—the door chimes open. Cha Yuri turns, flashes a bright smile, and greets him in a fresh, bubbly voice. The customer flinches in surprise. What? Do I know her? his face says.
"9,300 won. Got points or a check card? No? You should get one—the perks are insane these days. Kidding, hehe. Need a plastic bag, oppa? No? It's only 100 won. It'll be heavy carrying it out."
Cha Yuri chats sweetly with the guy at her register. Normally, she'd scan the barcode all businesslike—"9,300 won"—and done. If they asked for a bag, she'd hand it over empty, no packing. That's Cha Yuri the part-timer. If I worked like that, I'd be fired in a month. Blunt, half-assed. Only hustles when the manager's watching.
That's why I implanted service spirit in her this time. The suggestion: [From now on, treat customers like your dream guy.]
So to her right now, every guy packing the store looks like Cha Eun-woo or Park Bo-gum. No wonder she's buzzing with excitement, face flushed.
And one more thing. I "accidentally" knocked over a full cup of water I'd prepped nearby with my elbow. It splashes across Cha Yuri's uniform.
"Ack, that's cold."
"Sorry. Messed up while ringing you up."
I apologize in my best actor voice.
"It's fine. I was hot anyway."
No anger—just a smile. Guess she's real generous with her ideal type. Sly vixen.
"Let me ring you up."
Cha Yuri turns back to the customer with a silky voice. But he's distracted, not hearing a word. His eyes are glued elsewhere: the thin, clingy uniform material, translucent now, revealing pink patches underneath. She's wearing nothing inside. And that's true downstairs too. Uniform only—no shirt, no panties. Designed to layer over clothes, so bare it's basically see-through, and soaked? Crystal clear.
And moreover...
"Jeez...♥ Oppa...♥ Staring like that makes me shy♥"
Another suggestion on Cha Yuri: exhibitionist fetish. Plus severe, perverted lust. She can't resist showing off her privates or embarrassing bits. She still feels the shame, but the pervy urge to flaunt overwhelms it.
Result? Face beet-red with embarrassment, but thrilled. Customers can't see, but her feet are in a puddle of pussy juice leaking from her slit.
"Oppa, let's pay first. Line's backing up. Admire later...♥" Yuri whispers hotly in his ear. He jolts, shoves his stuff forward. Pays and bolts like his pants are on fire.
Sorry, dude—unwittingly made his workday hell.
"Ugh, why's it so hot~? Even after Juhyuk oppa doused me with cold water~."
Face and body burning from arousal, fanning herself like she's about to steam. She stretches languidly, proudly displaying her rock-hard pink nipples to everyone. The store erupts in murmurs. Cha Yuri smirks, loving it—her expression pure slut.
"Next oppa, I'll ring you up."
Time flies—past the frenzy of noon to 1, now 2, quieter. Store empty-ish, I lure Cha Yuri behind the warehouse, out of CCTV range.
"You kept me hard the whole shift. Nearly died of blue balls."
I pinch her nipple hard.
"Ahh♥ Sorry, oppa. My fault your cock got stiff."
"Dripping your slut juice everywhere, stinking up the place like a bitch in heat."
"Sorry... Eek...♥"
"Guys couldn't pay 'cause they were staring at your perky nips—line jammed. This a convenience store or a strip joint? Why not quit and go full whore?"
I jab her clit. She climaxes, squirting with a moan. Masochist kink suggestion working overtime.
"Maybe I should♥ Parading my body suits me♥ Still a virgin, but flashing my tits gets me so wet—prostitute material?♥"
"Nah, you're perfect as a cum-rag."
I finger-fuck her pussy hole.
"Oppa, so...♥ Dirty talk♥ Shoving my cunt like that—how am I supposed to work? Can't hold back the heat. Look at your bulging pants. Teasing me? Keep it up, I'll quit and become a public cumdump right now? First-timer special: free for you♥"
She's begging to be fucked. I cave, kiss her while groping tits and pussy.
"Aang♥ Oppa... Finger's not enough—fuck me with your cock♥"
"What if a customer comes? And free? I should charge for a cock-crazed bitch like you."
"You'll take responsibility? Yuri'll bring you money forever if you fuck my hole forever?"
"Crazy? You're a one-use disposable. World full of fuckable girls besides you."
"You're so mean...♥"
Another orgasm from my words—eyes rolled back, body shaking.
Ding-a-ling from outside. Customer. Perfect timing. New suggestion for Cha Yuri.
"Welcome, oppa♥"
We emerge from the warehouse to the registers. Customer spots her blatant hard nipples through the wet uniform, startles, averts eyes.
Come to think of it, not one's complained or asked despite the show. All spineless? I'd dodge too. Modern world. Especially here—office drones with everything to lose. He grabs his stuff hastily.
"8,200 won. Need some pussy, oppa?"
"Yes, bag it. Wait, what?"
Customer double-takes. Cha Yuri leans in, grabs his hand.
"Pussy at home, oppa? No? Take me—I'm a virgin, great baby-maker. Don't want? I'll abort. Shove a 500-won coin up my ass for instant free access. Try it here♥ Nothing under my uniform? Hehe♥"
He freaks, flees without paying. Dick hard, though. Spineless.
"Rejected...♥" Yuri shivers, aroused. Maso kink firing on all cylinders.
"See? Even 500 won for your cheap cunt's a no-go."
I sidle behind out of CCTV, finger her hole.
"Heehee... Guess so♥ What now♥ Gotta pay for cock forever...?♥"
"Next guy's offer cash to fuck you. He says yes? Motel after."
"What about you, oppa? Got savings from part-timing...♥"
"Nuts? Got my own prettier fucktoy."
She's hot, but venomous. Post-fuck trouble. Hypnosis lasts 24 hours via Bloodsucking Authority—docile now, but daily refresh? Nah. Sex leaves evidence too. Plus...
Torturing her's fun enough. Pride shattered, begging like a dog.
"Think how you treated me before. Why would I fuck you?"
"Sorry, oppa... I was a brat. As apology, my pussy's yours forever..."
"That's your fantasy."
"Hic♥"
I hook her pussy lips, yank. She moans sluttily, bends at the waist.
"Apologize properly first. Repeat: 'Sorry for being cocky with my worthless pussy no one'd buy for 500 won. Cha Yuri won't act up anymore—just live as a ruined slut.' Now."
"Gotta...?"
Even hypnosis balks at this? She hesitates—but her face? Thrilled. Dying to say it.
"Say it, get pussy."
"No backtalk. Do it."
"5... 500-won unsellable cheap pussy, but I acted big—sorry. From now on, Cha Yuri won't push it and... Hic♥ ...just... live ruined♥"
"Good. No more attitude. Got it?"
"Yes... Yup."
I press her clit. She yelps.
Whew, feels better now.