Manager Choi Su-yeon and the Convenience Store
Manager Choi Su-yeon and the Convenience Store
"...Jun-ah? What's wrong with you? Your face is red."
Su-yeon asked, blinking her drunken eyes.
Her lips parted slightly.
The red tongue and saliva visible within.
And the scent of sweat and cosmetics wafting from her nape, along with a strangely fishy yet sweet... the scent of a 'female'.
That scent became the trigger.
Kwoong!
The detonator exploded.
My genitals surged violently, threatening to burst through my pants zipper.
A weapon hardened rigidly from root to tip, with veins bulging prominently.
The male hormones I had forgotten for three years crashed over my brain like a tsunami.
Reason? Morality? Those vanished in an instant.
What was before my eyes now wasn't 'Manager-nim'. It was a female in heat, waiting for seed.
'What is... this? Why is this happening?'
I bit my lip.
An overwhelmingly intense pleasure and pain rushed over me simultaneously.
It felt like my pants would tear.
No, it felt like the world was turning upside down.
That 'phenomenon' that not a single person in South Korea possesses, that the whole world has been desperately searching for.
The miracle of dead masculinity being resurrected.
Right now, inside the pants of a part-timer at a convenience store in the heart of Gangnam, humanity's last hope and most dangerous weapon was stretching.
"Haa... ugh..."
A beast-like groan leaked out of me without my realizing.
Perhaps sensing the change in my gaze, Su-yeon's body flinched.
Her eyes instinctively fixed on the bulging front of my pants.
As if in disbelief, her pupils shook as if an earthquake had struck.
"No way... that... what is it?"
Her trembling hand reached toward me. Her eyes were completely clear of drunkenness.
It was a craving.
A primal craving for a real male, something I had never seen in my thirty years of life.
And just before the tip of her hand, which slowly approached as she looked at it, touched the zipper of my pants.
Her white fingers trembled violently, parting the empty air as if to confirm a divine revelation.
The moment I held my breath, waiting for her touch.
Ddalang-ddalang!
The cheerful chime of the convenience store bell shattered the silence.
"Aigo! I'm dying, dying! Hey, Manager Lee! Not there, come here! There are plenty of seats here!"
With boisterous noise, three or four middle-aged men with loosened ties came swarming in.
The smells of alcohol, cigarettes, and musty ahjussi scent instantly took over the convenience store.
"Hup!"
Su-yeon, startled, withdrew her hand and hastily turned her body.
I also reflexively bent my waist, hiding the genitals that had jutted out under the counter.
But my already fully expanded 'thing' was flaunting its presence inside my pants as if about to burst.
Jjirit, jjirit.
The pulsating of blood vessels throbbed throughout my lower abdomen.
"Welco... huk, welcome."
I greeted them, lowering my voice as much as possible, but it almost cracked.
Su-yeon had already fled to the display shelf next to the counter, pretending to organize canned drinks while clearing her throat.
But her earlobes were burning bright red as if scorched.
"Hey, part-timer! Where's the hangover remedy here? And that... give me a pack of cigarettes."
The man who seemed like the leader of the drunk group, a Mr. Kim, the department head, staggered toward the counter.
He scanned me once with his heavily drunken face and clicked his tongue.
"Tsk tsk, this young guy's eyes are hollow. Kids these days have no spirit, no spirit!"
He tossed his card onto the counter with a tuk and started talking loudly to his colleagues beside him.
"Hey, me! I wasn't like this just three years ago! Huh? Back in the day, I could easily handle three women in one night! The madams at Gangnam room salons used to line up just for me, line up!"
"Ah, Department Head-nim, here we go again. Now what... you can't even get it up."
Manager Lee next to him sneered.
"Hey! It's not my fault it doesn't get up! It's this damn world's problem! Fuck, if my dick had just gotten hard, would I be stuck as a department head at this age? Huh? By now, I'd be in the US, riding a white horse and living large!"
Mr. Kim pounded his chest pang-pang as if aggrieved.
"That's right, Department Head-nim. Me too... if only my sperm had come out, I'd have Russian women lined up right now, sowing my seed and being treated like a hero. I could do it ten times a day... ugh."
Another man pretended to whine.
Their conversation was vulgar and low-class, but underlying it was a deep despair and inferiority complex.
The desperate cries of males who had become eunuchs.
"Hey, part-timer. You're like that too, right? Huh? Since your dick doesn't get hard, life isn't fun, is it? Tsk tsk, poor guy. In your prime, you'll grow old without even tasting a woman's hole."
Mr. Kim snickered, looking at me.
I said nothing. No, I couldn't.
If they knew the situation inside my pants right now, they'd have a fit.
My genitals were harder than before, solidified like steel pipes.
The pressure, as if about to burst, was making the pants' seams scream.
That's when it happened.
Su-yeon had somehow come and stood beside me.
She pressed close behind my back, avoiding the drunks' gazes.
And then...
Sweuk.
Her hand brushed past the back of my buttocks, then slyly came around to the front.
It was a blind spot hidden from the drunks' view by the counter.
Su-yeon's index and middle fingers tapped tok-tok against the taut bulge in my pants.
"Hhuuk!"
I gasped, sucking in a breath.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?"
Mr. Kim asked, sounding puzzled.
"Ah, no. My throat is just a bit dry..."
I swiped the card while sweating cold sweat.
Meanwhile, Su-yeon's bold touch didn't stop.
She pressed her lips close to my ear and whispered in a voice barely audible.
"Is it real...?"
Warm breath tickled the inside of my ear canal.
At the same time, her hand slowly stroked downward along the outline of my genitals, which had popped out prominently over my pants.
"Ah, no... um, Manager-nim..."
"Shh. Stay still."
Her voice held a mix of command and pleading.
The sensation of her fingertips tracing the shape of the glans through the fabric was too explicit.
With only a thin layer of uniform fabric between us, her body heat and the heat of my genitals met.
"My god... it's really hard. Like a stone."
Su-yeon's breathing grew rough.
She pretended nonchalantly to organize the canned drinks, but her other hand gripped the bulge in my pants tightly and didn't let go.
Instead, she grew bolder, wrapping her entire palm around the pillar and starting to rub it up and down.
Ssuak, ssuak.
The sound of fabric rubbing against fabric echoed in my ears like thunder.
"You want to cum quickly, don't you? Huh? I know it's all filled up here. Semen... will it come out? Will real, living sperm come out?"
Her pupils shook.
Amidst the drunks' obscene chatter serving as background noise, she indulged in my crotch like an explorer trying to confirm the world's most precious treasure.
"Here, your receipt. Have a good day."
I handed over the receipt with trembling hands.
Mr. Kim, oblivious, snickered and left.
"Work hard, virgin eunuch! Uahahaha!"
The automatic door closed, and silence returned.
But this silence was different from before.
Su-yeon now stood openly blocking my way. Her eyes were already half-gone.
"Let's check. If it's real."
She knelt down. There was no hesitation.
Her hands on my pants buckle were hurried and famished.
"Show me. If you're a real male."
Su-yeon knelt on the convenience store floor.
Her gaze was fixed on my bulging crotch.
Her expensive stockings, which she would have cringed at getting even a speck of dust on normally, were crushed against the dirty tile floor, but she didn't even care.
Click.
Her trembling fingers undid my belt buckle.
The metallic friction sound seemed too loud.
Instinctively, I looked around and tried to push her shoulders away.
"Manager-nim, please... there's CCTV here, and customers might come..."
"Shut up. Is that important now?"
She roughly brushed off my hand. No, she rather grabbed my wrist and pulled it, rubbing it against her hot cheek while growling.
"It's been three years. For three years, my womb, which had been dead, is screaming now. Your smell... your pheromones are driving me crazy."
Ziiik—
She unzipped my pants without hesitation.
My genitals, which had expanded to the limit and were on the verge of bursting, sprang free from their oppression.
Over my briefs, a massive pillar with clearly bulging veins revealed its explicit outline.
"Haa...!"
A gasp burst from Su-yeon's mouth.
She reached out as if entranced, tightly grabbing my thing, still wrapped in underwear.
"It's warm... no, hot. Real blood is flowing."
The heat from her palm transmitted through the underwear fabric.
A body heat so hot it felt like a burn, contrasting with the cold convenience store air. Su-yeon persistently rubbed the glans area with her fingers.
"Ugh...!"
"Here, can you feel the fluid seeping from the tip? It's already wet. You want to do it too, don't you? You're frantic to shove it into my pussy, aren't you?"
She pulled down the waistband of my briefs.
The elastic band stretched, and from within, the crimson, engorged glans peeked out.
The urethral meatus glistening with pre-ejaculate, the thick veins winding around the shaft.
It was the majesty of a 'real penis', thought to have gone extinct for three years.
Su-yeon gulped.
Her pupils dilated to the point of turning black.
"This is it... what I wanted... what every woman in the world wants to have..."
Just as she opened her mouth, blew hot breath onto my genitals, and stuck out her tongue.
Ddalang!