Close Your Eyes and Do It
The call wouldn't connect. After the beep—
"……."
Texts, calls—everything had been ignored.
It had only been thirty minutes of waiting, but she couldn't help the heavy knot settling in her chest.
If yesterday hadn't happened, she would have reached out somehow. But they'd parted on such a sour note that she couldn't bring herself to keep trying.
"Maybe I should just wait inside…."
She forced her reluctant feet forward.
Something had clearly happened to Jeong-hyeon oppa, but with no way to find out what, the frustration was driving her insane.
She needed to lock down the girlfriend position already.
…Though whether that was even possible in this lifetime was another question entirely.
Sighing heavily, she dragged herself up to the cafe's front door.
She unlocked it with the spare key he'd handed her—along with the remark that any employee ought to have one—and meant to start opening preparations.
But the dim, empty cafe, utterly devoid of any human presence, brought back the novel chapter she'd reread the night before.
Yesterday's update had been about Baek A-in coming in a full hour earlier than usual and masturbating alone in the empty shop.
"Where's A-in?"
"She just texted. Sounds like something came up. I told her to come in after lunch."
The sound of their footsteps drew closer, and before long the two of them settled at a table right in front of the counter.
Naked and crouched beneath the counter, A-in clamped a hand over her mouth as she listened to Tae-hyeon and his friend talk.
She'd loved the whole setup, but the part where A-in eavesdropped on people worrying about her while touching herself—Da-jeong had gotten completely lost in that scene without even realizing it.
A-in's heart hammered wildly as drool began to drip onto her chest.
The hand working her pussy had already passed the point of no return, and even with her mouth smothered so tightly she could barely breathe, lewd little sounds kept slipping free.
That passage in particular had gotten her so wet she'd rubbed herself into a frenzy and fallen asleep mid-act.
Which was why she'd nearly been late and had to scramble out the door—only for oppa to end up late too. Who could have seen that coming?
Thinking about it put her in a strange mood all of a sudden.
Ah, I really shouldn't be like this first thing in the morning.
She stood in front of the counter, caught in a brief internal struggle.
Oppa isn't even here… Should I just shut my eyes and go for it?
Having already decided to take photos for Jeong-hyeon oppa, she wanted to do them properly—and the first thing that came to mind was the Baek A-in illustration that had gone up a few days ago.
The so-called bitch-in-heat shot from the men's restroom.
The same illustration oppa had been staring at so intently over lunch yesterday, the corner of his mouth curled up.
Until now she'd always carefully covered her nipples and pussy, so even if she recreated a scene from the novel, the feeling would inevitably be different.
But the photos she was about to take would match the illustration of Baek A-in exactly.
Oppa might catch on—but she couldn't think of any better way to make her feelings crystal clear.
And if her carefully staged photos got him so hard he immediately came and took her virginity, she wouldn't even mind him finding out she was a total pervert.
"What if I get caught while I'm shooting…."
That was the biggest obstacle.
She'd lock the front door, so no customers could walk in. But Baek Jeong-hyeon could come and go whenever he wanted—he was the one real variable.
Her image was already hanging by a thread. If he walked in on her completely naked in the bathroom, there would be no recovering from that.
"Maybe I should just do it next time…."
She started toward the restroom to clean, then spun right back around and locked the entrance from the inside.
Without taking risks like this, she could live her whole life and never reach a happy ending like Baek A-in's.
That's right, Jeong Da-jeong…!
Just shut your eyes and do it…!
Cheering herself on inwardly, she headed for the men's restroom.
Masturbating in a bathroom was already second nature to her anyway.
All she had to do was strip a little more than usual and snap a single photo. It shouldn't be that hard.
"So this is… the bathroom our oppa… uses…?"
From day one they'd each been responsible for their own restrooms, so this was her first time setting foot inside.
The different air freshener scent and the urinals mounted on the wall made it hit home—she really had stepped somewhere she absolutely shouldn't be.
That mere brush of unfamiliarity across her skin was enough to set her heart racing so hard it felt ready to stop.
From here on out, I have to take photos for oppa… in that stall…?
This was the space Baek Jeong-hyeon, always so meticulous about cleanliness, scrubbed down as if determined not to leave a single speck of dust.
And into it would seep the thick scent of a bitch permanently in heat.
Soaked into the place by the slick juices that slut Jeong Da-jeong had dribbled all over….
She swallowed hard without meaning to.
Just like Lee Tae-hyeon spanking Baek A-in's ass and berating her every time she got wet—
the image of herself being wrecked by Baek Jeong-hyeon until she completely lost it rose up so naturally that her heart started pounding.
Ah, fuck, that's so hot….
Stopping was already impossible.
The thrill of this moment was working on her like the most potent aphrodisiac, and her pussy—already lost in fantasy—was flooding.
She hurriedly stripped off her jeans and panties and folded them neatly into her bag.
On a sudden impulse she stepped in front of the mirror, and even though it was the same body she saw every day, it looked different somehow.
Maybe because of the thought that someone might be watching through the half-open door.
Without realizing it she'd tugged the hem of her T-shirt down, so the mirror showed her barely covering her crotch.
Just looking at it was filthy.
She couldn't hold out any longer. She rubbed her pressed-together thighs and ground the heel of her palm against her pussy.
In her head, the scene from the last chapter—everything Baek A-in had endured—played back in vivid detail.
Caught mid-undress by Lee Tae-hyeon, A-in had her wrists bound with her own shirt and was forced to hold both arms high over her head while he poured humiliating words over her.
"What the hell. You. Always acting like such a good little girl, and behind the scenes you've been begging to get fucked?"
"Look at that pussy dripping. At this rate I could just shove it in, huh?"
"You've been getting this soaked even while working? If you wanted me to fuck you, you should've just said so."
Lee Tae-hyeon was practically a dual personality.
Gentle under ordinary circumstances—but the moment something unexpected happened, he flipped completely.
"Hey. Suck it."
A-in had been half-forced to suck Tae-hyeon's cock while putting up a rough show of resistance.
Of course, deep down the humiliation of being conquered had already gotten her flooding wet.
Da-jeong couldn't help thinking how much she and A-in had in common.
It felt like someone had lifted her straight out of real life and dropped her onto the page.
Drawn deeper into that fantasy, wanting more and more to become like A-in, she pulled off her T-shirt.
She stripped away the last of her underwear, set a timer, and propped her phone upright on the sink.
Then she climbed onto the toilet, spread her legs wide, and grabbed her breasts hard.
Holding that vulgar pose—both nipples pinched out between her fingers—she held her breath and waited out what felt like an eternity of fifteen seconds.
Click—!
The welcome shutter sound rang out, but all she managed was to close her spread legs about halfway.
In that short span her pussy and her entire body were soaked through with sweat, as if she'd already come several times over.
Her whole body had become one giant erogenous zone. Even the slightest movement sent jolts of pleasure through her that made her twitch.
She forced her legs to carry her to the sink and checked the photo.
In that instant, her arousal slipped completely beyond control.
Her first outdoor exposure.
Thinking of it as the first nude photo she'd ever taken outside made her want to savor the chance even more.
She pulled the portable mop handle she'd prepared from her bag, tore the packaging off in a rush, and set the timer again.
This time she stood in front of the mirror holding the mop.
She didn't even need a special pose.
Her face and neck were already flushed as if they might burst, and her bangs were plastered to her skin, drenched in sweat.
Add the droplets clinging to her eyes—sweat or tears, she couldn't tell—
and all it took was softening her gaze a little and curling one corner of her mouth into a smirk for the image of a bitch in full heat to snap into place.
The shutter clicked. Checking the photo only flooded her with even greater satisfaction.
Even though the angle only caught her from the waist up, anyone could see she was smiling with the face of a woman who wanted a man—and rubbing her thighs together wasn't going to be nearly enough.
She quickly wrapped a handkerchief around the middle of the handle and shoved it between her legs, pressing it flush against her pussy.
"Just like this… j-just a little…."
She parted her legs slightly and nestled the round shaft between her folds.
Her sticky flesh parted around it, half-wrapping the pole, and began to drool.
She listened to the wet squelching sounds over and over, breathing in rough little gasps.
If she let her tension slip even a fraction, she knew she'd start pumping her hand like a madwoman.
"Nn, nngh… ah, I can't… do thiiis… hnnngh…."
But the last thread of reason had snapped a long time ago.
"Hyaaahn…! Ah, haah…!"
The thick shaft began to stroke up and down between her pussy lips, and a full-body shiver hit her like electricity.
Looking into the mirror again, she surrendered her entire mind to the fantasy racing ahead of her.
"Ah, aah…."
She didn't need to force anything anymore.
Because what she saw in front of her wasn't some crazy slut vulgarly fucking herself on a mop handle—it was Jeong Da-jeong, panting in Baek Jeong-hyeon's arms.