Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: You Can't Do That at Your Part-Time Job
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Geum Taeyang finished checking the stock of various elixirs and nutritional supplements before clocking out. He also verified that the cash and card payments all matched up.
"Boss. I'll head out for the day."
"Uh... uh. Y-yeah... H-here's your... p-pay..."
Hourly wage: 40,000 won.
Five hours a day.
The amount due was 200,000 won. But Darae had slipped double that—400,000 won—into the pay envelope.
The elixirs alone that Geum Taeyang had sold brought in over 20 million won in sales. It was on a completely different level from days when the other part-timers worked.
She had to give a bonus to a worker like this. Otherwise, he'd jump ship to a competing gym.
Darae handed today's pay to Geum Mari with trembling hands.
It wasn't that she was stingy about paying her part-timer. It was because of the scene she'd accidentally witnessed while trying to clean the bathroom.
She hadn't seen it directly, but it was unmistakably women going at each other—licking and sucking...!!!
The image kept replaying in her mind, making it impossible to focus on work.
She had to give a warning... she had to...
But she just couldn't bring herself to say it.
Darae, who had been too preoccupied with thoughts of paying male subsidies, hadn't paid it much mind until now...
'Why is she so damn tall...!'
She couldn't muster the words under those eyes looking down at her.
If she even mentioned that scene... she'd end up like that woman in black and blue—squatting in front of Geum Mari, servicing her.
"Thank you."
As Darae agonized over what to do,
Geum Taeyang took the envelope and headed straight to the locker room.
"Huuuuh..."
Only after Geum Taeyang was gone did Darae realize she'd forgotten to breathe, letting out a deep sigh.
With the overpowering pheromones finally gone, she regained her senses.
"I'll talk to her next time. This can't go on. Bringing women to work and playing lesbian games in the bathroom...!!"
"Lesbian games?"
"Hah—!!!!? M-Mari. W-why haven't you gone home...?"
"I was gonna work out a bit before leaving."
"Oh... r-right..."
Only after Geum Taeyang mentioned it did Darae remember that Geum Mari had gone to the locker room, not toward the exit.
"Y-yeah... g-good idea... w-work out... haha."
Darae swallowed hard at the sight of Geum Mari, still at the gym, slipping into tight workout clothes that clung to her body.
Every time she saw Mari, that scene from the bathroom replayed, driving her mad.
'I'm not into women...!'
Her tastes were clearly for men.
She was saving up to pay the male subsidy and go on blind dates.
So why did her eyes keep drifting to Geum Mari?
"Huff... huuuuh—!!"
"Fuck... this is insane."
The silver lining was that Darae wasn't the only one whose eyes were drawn to Geum Mari.
With no other men at the gym, she was the only one the members paid attention to.
Members who wouldn't even give their numbers to men had slipped notes to Mari multiple times.
"Mari, have this before your workout."
"Thank you."
-I'll be waiting for your call-
010-xxxx-xxxx
Even now, the ion drink handed to Geum Mari had a note stuck to it.
How exceptional must this 'male cosplay woman' be?
Darae could see why famous entertainment CEO Chai Mei kept giving her business cards.
At first, she hadn't liked Chai Mei trying to poach her part-timer... but the more she looked at Geum Taeyang, the more she got it.
It was ridiculous not to debut in entertainment with that body and face.
She'd seen countless celebrities, but none ever seemed like men.
Even with compression bandages, voice-altering magic, and short hair.
She just looked like a woman—with a touch of masculine charm, at best.
But Geum Mari was different. She seemed like a real man.
No different from a perfect male.
If only a bit more fat layered that perfect muscle, or if she were shorter, she'd be mistaken for a man entirely.
'I'd love a leg spread...'
How nice it would be to see her expose her armpits during a workout.
Then a full bowl of rice into those firm pits...
'Fuck!! Snap out of it! Darae! You're not a lesbian!!'
Darae shook her head and slammed it onto the counter. Praying that memory would fade fast...
But Darae never forgot it.
The next day.
Darae left Geum Taeyang to open shop and went to restock the locker room and showers.
Now, just the bathroom cleaning left.
"Gulp... I-I'm coming in..."
Was it because of yesterday's scene?
Tense as hell, Darae pushed open the bathroom door...
Whoosh—!!
Before she could, the door swung open from inside.
"Heup...!!"
Darae held her breath at the emerging pair—a man and a woman?
'Did I just say man and woman?'
Short blonde hair, tall stature.
Firm, rugged muscles.
Arms too massive for a woman.
The perfect 'male cosplay woman' Geum Mari, who could never be mistaken for a man,
and
a ponytail with orange hair.
A decent height, but small next to Mari.
A shoulder-baring shirt and passionate red skirt hugging explosive breasts—an unknown woman.
'A-again?!'
Darae scowled at the sight of them together.
The unknown woman's face was flushed, head bowed, clear fluid dripping down her thighs.
And like lovers, Mari's hand gripped not her waist... but her ass firmly...
'A different person from yesterday!!'
This had to be Mari doing lesbian play in the bathroom again.
With someone new this time—!!
She had to warn her...
"D-did you use the bathroom okay...?"
But no warning came from Darae's mouth. Her boss authority meant nothing before Geum Taeyang.
No matter how much she saw him as the 'male cosplay woman' Geum Mari.
Geum Taeyang was a man.
An alpha male no other could touch.
No woman could resist his pheromones.
Hands clasped demurely in front, legs pressed together, head bowed—Darae couldn't even meet his eyes as she asked.
Geum Taeyang gave a slight smile at the sight.
Darae was an attractive woman. Objectively, in the gym, only two outshone her beauty.
Ayaka and Chai Mei.
Everyone else fell short compared to the gym owner Darae.
That's why he wanted her.
In this gender-reversed world, if Geum Taeyang seduced her himself, sex would be easy.
But that seemed no fun.
Rather than easily luring women as himself, he wanted to seduce Darae as the 'male cosplay woman' Geum Mari.
"Yes. We used it well."
Smack—!!
"Hooot...♡♡"
In response to the bathroom question, Geum Taeyang's hand came down hard on the ass of the orange-haired beauty Kim Gyul beside him.
"Oh my... oh my oh my oh my...!!"
Darae covered her mouth with both hands, eyes darting side to side at the sight.
'What the hell did I just see?'
Spanking her lover's ass in answer to a question about the bathroom.
This wasn't normal.
A man spanking a woman's ass like that was pure pleasure.
But woman on woman? Sexual harassment.
And hadn't Mari just spanked Kim Gyul as her answer to the bathroom question?
Treating her like a usable toilet...
"Haaah... haaaah...♡"
Why was that woman drooling from an open mouth with such a blissful expression?
'E-even her juices...!!'
How skilled did you have to be to debase another woman like this?
Seeing the love juices dripping from under Kim Gyul's red skirt, Darae bowed her head, speechless.
She felt an insurmountable gap in Geum Mari's prowess.
Another day passed.
"Heup!!"
Darae faced the same situation once more.
Geum Mari and another woman emerging before she could open the door.
This time, not the pale ivory-skinned types she'd seen before, but a tanned, bronze-skinned woman.
Long red hair cascading down.
Haughty, prideful— the type who wouldn't bend easily.
"What're you staring at?"
A woman who snapped irritably at Darae's intense gaze, exuding dominance.
Yet such a woman... let her pussy soak her pants unnoticed, ass exposed vulnerably to Mari's hand.
"Aka. Mind your manners with the boss."
Smack!!
"Hnnnngh♡♡ S-sorry...♡♡"
Even that fierce woman took a spanking from Mari, spiderweb-like strands trailing between her thighs, head drooping.
The sharp eyes that had glared at Darae moments ago were gone, replaced by a vulgar bitch in heat.
"Sorry about that, boss. My friend's a bit cheeky."
"N-no, it's fine...!! I-I'll go clean...!!"
"Sure."
Heart pounding, Darae retreated back into the bathroom.
"F-fuck... I-I'm not trying to fuck her too... c-crazy lesbian bitch... I shouldn't have hired her... damn it!!"
Once inside, Darae immediately regretted hiring Geum Mari.
How was she supposed to know she'd be a psycho lesbian rotating through women...?!
Fear set in.
She wasn't a lesbian. But...
Curiosity gnawed at her.
How skilled was she to make all those women smile blissfully despite the treatment?
Darae checked each stall.
Rattle.
No.
Rattle.
No.
Rattle...
Found it.
The stall with a wet puddle in front of the door.
Darae stepped inside.
Pulled down her pants and sat on the toilet, back against the lid, hand sliding down.
Her nail-art-covered fingers gently teased her protruding clit.
"Fuck... fuck...!!"
Curses spilled out naturally.
To appeal to men, she'd styled herself like a gal.
Men didn't prefer heavy gal makeup.
But everyone craves junk food sometimes.
Her gal getup—a desperate bid to become even a concubine—was now a hindrance, leaving her unsatisfied.
Unable to shove those sharp nails inside, she only lightly stroked her clit.
This was masturbation that could never satisfy.
For Darae, who always used tools, her small, delicate fingers were no match.
"Shiiit...!!"
Rough curses kept escaping.
Even with Mari's scent thick in the air, it wasn't enough.
If only Mari's thick, manly hand touched her pussy...
"Oh...? Ooooh—!!"
Human imagination is incredible.
Men even cum in their pants from wet dreams.
With such vivid fantasy, Darae reached climax just from lightly fingering her clit.
'I'm screwed...'
Darae realized she was changing.
Climaxing to the thought of a woman touching her, not a man...!
But she couldn't stop.
Darae didn't leave the bathroom until after one orgasm... and two more to vent her burning heat...