The Morning's Sinful Transformation
I opened the door. She dashed inside, turned her back to the counter, and stared up at me with wide eyes.
“Why? Do you have something to say?”
“U-um… uh…”
Jeong Da-jeong fiddled with her hands clasped tightly over her chest, hesitation flickering across her face.
That awkward gesture had always been a habit of hers, one I’d noticed since the beginning. But unlike the past, when it stirred my curiosity, it now only made me want to reach out and squeeze those swollen tits that were pressing against her arms.
I frowned slightly, locking my gaze on her face. But her eyes were lowered, focused downward.
“We should start opening soon. Why don’t you just tell me what’s on your mind?”
She startled, then gave an awkward smile.
“I was going to say I wanted to work hard on my shift today… hehe.”
“…” I clicked my tongue. “Hurry it up. Don’t rush and hurt yourself.”
“Yes! I’ll be careful!”
“Go ahead and change clothes if you need to.”
“Got it.”
She turned with a bright smile and walked toward the bathroom with light steps.
I understood why her demeanor had softened after yesterday’s events, but I still couldn’t figure out why she seemed so excited.
After being bullied like that yesterday, she’d applied makeup to look good, and now she was trying to raise the mood even more like this?
Um. Thanks to the makeup, today’s sales would definitely go up.
Right now, the only thing I could think of was that she’d helped boost sales and was trying to get me to look at her a bit more closely.
Whatever. I wasn’t in the mood to bully her anyway.
Especially since the dream I’d had last night was about her, so the urge to do anything had vanished.
“Jeong-hyeon oppa~ I changed my clothes. What do you think? Is this outfit okay for the counter?”
She returned in her usual white tee and long jeans, and I looked her over casually before nodding.
Hearing that once-familiar voice again in real life made my heart race uncontrollably just from looking at her.
The dream had been so vivid, it felt like I was actually there.
The second I tried to look away, I couldn’t even face the face she’d made up.
It was an obvious reaction.
The way she looked right now was exactly like Baek A-in, the character I’d created.
That was the girl I always imagined when I wrote my novels, the one I got most excited over.
So Jeong Da-jeong was, in my eyes, the ultimate bait.
But the problem was… nothing about her stirred anything anymore.
Even as I watched her hum a tune while wiping the tables, glancing at me with a secret smile, I felt nothing.
Was the dream just a one-time thing?
My only hope had always been Jeong Da-jeong, but as time passed, my body and mind were starting to strongly reject her as the non-virgin she was.
At the same time, a sick feeling twisted in my gut.
Seeing this beautifully made-up girl, the kind of slut men like me lusted after, made me wonder if she needed extra training to be proper.
It was clear hostility toward her.
If I didn’t snap out of it soon, a cold chill would settle over my life.
*
[Jeong-hyeon oppa]
The friendly voice that had called me in my dream was growing clearer.
It had only been two hours since the cafe opened.
While I moved around busily, chatting with customers, it felt like the line between dream and reality was crumbling.
[Oppa. How is Da-jeong? Pretty?]
[Mm! I like that!]
[No matter what I do with our oppa, I’ll always be a good girl~]
The aftermath was too powerful for it to be just a simple “dream experience.”
Even though I was a cuckold, I’d had my own painful breakup, so I couldn’t shake off the aftereffects of the Da-jeong in my dream.
Yeah, this feeling was so similar to the time I lost the only thing I truly loved in my life.
When I was in middle school, my favorite manga was confiscated by my aunt, and I never got it back.
Of course, looking back now, I could understand how my aunt felt.
She had bought a gift for her nephew, but the only one, her little brother, was locked in his room watching some taboo shit with the young aunt. How pissed off would she have been?
And since she and I were only ten years apart, it was even worse.
Did that little brat think I was jealous?
I understood that feeling, but honestly, it was too much.
For a whole month, treating me like a beast and running away from me just by bowing her head when I greeted her left a deep wound in my young heart.
Back then, I was a soft-hearted, sensitive guy who cried at romance movies.
Even now, those old scars on both my body and mind remained.
If the dream with Jeong Da-jeong continued, I might really go crazy.
I guess I had to face the truth.
The me in the dream was so envious.
That Jeong-hyeon had fucked Da-jeong’s virginity and whispered sweet nothings while fucking her every day with pure love.
But here I was, trembling at the mere sound of her voice as a non-virgin.
Hah, suddenly angry.
That perverted bitch was usually so picky about her appearance, but why was she shaking her hips right in front of me?
Even when no one was looking, she acted demure, but as soon as the counter hid her lower body, she’d bend forward, stick out her ass, and sway her hips. Every time I looked at her, she’d press her breasts together and lean forward.
It was blatant exhibitionism.
Seeing that slutty movement made my head spin.
At the same time, I felt a crack in the word “love” I’d been harboring for her.
If that last customer hadn’t dragged his feet, I would have locked the door, stripped her naked, and made her kneel in front of the counter.
I was the one who couldn’t handle seeing such things, not her.
Even though I was a cuckold, I had pride. I wouldn’t let a dirty slut like her enjoy that.
Even for a moment, I felt ashamed of having such a filthy thought.
“Ah, I can’t take that number.”
“N-no… I have one… sorry.”
…Wait a second. What the hell was I hearing just now?
What do you have?
Up until now, she’d always said she had no boyfriend, but why was she giving such a vague answer now?
Did she start dating some new guy during the two weeks she didn’t come to the cafe?
A face flashed in my mind— the manager of the cafe five minutes away.
Was there any connection between that middle-aged man and Da-jeong…?
Even though I was sure that was impossible, anxiety crept in.
Even if it wasn’t a boyfriend, they were already tied together by work.
No way.
I couldn’t let them get entangled again.
Right now, I had to keep Da-jeong in my cafe at all costs.
What should I do? Maybe I should raise her salary?
No, that’s not it.
She’d switched to another cafe even though I’d given her a ton of money.
Money wasn’t the issue.
What the hell was it then?
What did I have that he had?
…An erection?
I barely swallowed the curse that almost flew out.
Jeong-hyeon, you damn bastard, I have no idea what you’re thinking.
I’d forgotten about the obsession completely after throwing away the dream crap, and now I’m pressing the button again.
But I was angry, that was for sure.
Was there another cafe manager in the world who could just let a customer jerk off on my counter without doing anything?
Of course they should be thinking about repaying me, not playing around with love.
Isn’t she trying to seduce me with that favor right now?
If that’s the case, I’d better show her the error of her ways.
Even though she had a worn-out hole that couldn’t even be called “used cunt” anymore, she was trying to eat for free…
Okay, Baek Jeong-hyeon, stay calm.
You know there’s no point in thinking like this.
The important thing right now was that Da-jeong was working in your cafe and shaking that pathetic body to get your attention.
Just grab this chance, keep her tied to the cafe, use her as an ED treatment, and then discard her…!
“Oppa, I’m going to eat lunch.”
“Hey, Da-jeong. Wait a sec.”
“Ye-nng?”
In the end, I couldn’t escape from that bastard.
She was driving me crazy with curiosity about who she was meeting.
I couldn’t shake off my suspicions, so I waved at the chair opposite me.
“Sit here.”
“Hic. A-already…?”
“Huh? What?”
“N-nothing!”
She quickly waved her hands and sat down.
Even just looking at her made her shoulders twitch, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Even during the morning shift when she was working in normal clothes, the woman who had ruined my mood was now wearing an extremely revealing outfit from the morning and had fixed her makeup.
It was weird that I wasn’t angry at all.
Hah. Why were her tits so big?