Time to Test It Out
Come with me into the storage room and give me a hand with something.
If it were the Kwon Yuri of a few days ago, she would have shot down a suggestion like that without a second thought, or at the very least made her disgust so obvious that I'd have withdrawn it on the spot.
Squeeze two people into a cramped storage room and bodies naturally end up pressed together — and there was no way the old Yuri would have wanted that kind of contact with me.
But the Yuri of right now, instead of refusing or wincing in distaste, simply nodded along, her cheeks flushed pink.
"Th-then I'll... go on ahead and wait in the storage room."
"Sounds good. I'll just finish tidying up out here and come in."
"Okay, Oppa..."
Her answer carried a strange, quavering warmth. Then she scurried off into the storage room with quick little steps.
What the hell. Why is it turning out like this?
Letting out a hollow laugh, I slowly stepped out from behind the counter and gazed toward the storage room where Yuri had disappeared.
Should I really go through with this? No — do I even have a choice at this point?
Working the night shift at the convenience store, I'd spiraled through every wild fantasy imaginable and arrived at one conclusion.
If the store's front door was locked and I somehow made it inside the storage room, then whatever happened in there was invisible to the world.
There were no CCTVs in the storage room, and since the walk-in cooler sat directly on the other side of its wall, no sound from inside ever carried out. Not a whisper.
In other words, I could bring a girl in there and knead her chest, or strip her naked and take her outright, with zero chance of getting caught.
And I intended to exploit exactly that fact — to push things with Kwon Yuri today, a step or two past the boundary of casual contact.
Something I should never, ever be doing, of course.
Attempting heavy skinship with a woman I'd never exchanged so much as a private word with, let alone any affection?
That was essentially announcing, I'd like to become a criminal and end my life now, please.
But if, like a moment ago, I squeezed her chest and instead of recoiling in loathing she looked back at me with eyes that seemed to beg for more — well, that changed the equation entirely.
Secret intimacy shared with someone who wants you isn't violence. It becomes a private communion between two people, and nothing more.
"Alright... let's do this."
I taped a paper sign to the convenience store door reading Back in a moment — bathroom, and locked up.
Then I switched on my phone's voice recorder and slipped it into my pants pocket.
Just in case Yuri's feelings flipped back and she decided to report me for sexual assault.
What I was about to do could, under the wrong circumstances, cross the line into actual crime — so a safeguard like this was the bare minimum.
Fully prepared, I eased the storage room door open and slipped inside.
- Creak.
"Ahem, ahem. Whew... dust."
The moment I coaxed the door open and stepped through, air noticeably cooler than the shop floor rushed over me, along with the musty smell unique to stacks of cardboard boxes.
A single dim incandescent bulb overhead was doing its feeble best to light the room.
Crates of drinks and snack boxes rose higher than a man's head on every side, leaving the aisle at the back of the storage room barely wide enough for two adults to squeeze past each other.
And at the end of that narrow aisle stood Kwon Yuri, pretending to rummage through the box stacks.
"Yuri, sorry to keep you waiting."
"Oh, no, it's fine... you said you had some things to pull out, so I was just looking around..."
Yuri startled and twisted around to face me.
But the aisle was too narrow — mid-turn, her shoulder slammed into my chest.
Ordinarily she'd have snapped watch where you're touching and retreated a full step. Instead, Yuri left her shoulder pressed against my chest, looked up at me, and drew in a breath.
Left alone with a man in a dark, cramped space, her face had suddenly drawn in and shrunk somehow, as if embarrassment were catching fire inside her.
Hm. Is this okay? Should I really do this?
To sound her out a little, I threw out something light.
"Everything alright?"
"Ah, yes... I'm fine."
"That's a relief. Anyway — thank you so much for helping out. You've saved me from a mountain of work."
"Oh, of course... it's nothing."
Keeping my voice soft, I took another step closer, closing the distance to her body inch by inch.
Naturally, my thigh brushed against hers.
At the same time, using the pretense of squeezing past her in the narrow aisle, I stretched out both hands and let them glide — none too subtly — down along her slender waist.
"Ah...!"
As my palms swept softly across her waist, a small, sweet moan slipped from Yuri's lips.
Her shoulders flinched, but she didn't shove me away. Didn't get angry.
Quite the opposite — she shivered where my hands had touched her, then, using the cramped space as her excuse, subtly pressed her full chest against my sternum.
Whoa, holy shit. She's really coming at me like this?
I'd turned on the voice recorder just in case, but it was looking pretty pointless.
The distance between us was absurdly close, and instead of pulling away she was trying to press closer?
This was the kind of thing a judge would have to concede in open court.
Your honor, if we're being honest, Kwon Yuri made the first move. She seduced me.
So an anomaly really did form — one that makes her fall for me.
It was still hard to believe, but her one-eighty in attitude was shouting the truth from the rooftops.
And honestly, continuing to tiptoe around when the evidence was being shoved in my face like this? That would just make me a coward.
Determined to be a little bolder this time, I reached my arm up as if to grab something from the top shelf.
In the process, my forearm dragged heavily across the side of Yuri's breast.
"Mmnh... Oppa..."
"Sorry — did you find what you were looking for?"
"N-no, it's not that... it just, suddenly felt... strange."
Yuri's legs seemed to give out beneath her, and she leaned lightly against the hand cart.
Her breathing had grown so rough and audible it filled every corner of the cramped storage room.
Even under the dim lighting I could see the flush blazing across her face and down the back of her neck.
Her glistening, dewy eyes shimmered with something that looked, for all the world, like blind adoration and naked lust aimed directly at me.
Okay. At this point I can safely call it confirmed.
Until now I'd been testing the waters, never fully certain. But a reaction like this settled it.
Kwon Yuri was completely, hopelessly fallen for me.
Whether it was genuinely the anomaly's influence or not, right now she looked like she wouldn't refuse even if I laid her down on the storage room floor and went all the way.
So why not just finish what we started, right here and now?
My junior, already stiff as a board, gave a little tremble of agreement — but I shook my head internally and shelved the thought.
Much as I loved sex and loved women, I didn't have the stones to just pounce on a woman I'd barely known for any time at all.
Especially not one who, until recently, had looked at me like I was a cockroach and only started liking me because of some anomaly or whatever this was.
Today would end on the modest note of a little skinship. We'd get to know each other properly later, and then take things further.
"Oh, right — Yuri. About you treating me to a meal."
Withdrawing my arm, I deliberately spoke in a calm, level voice, as if nothing whatsoever had happened.
The warmth we'd been building vanished in an instant, and Yuri clicked her tongue in disappointment, staring up at me.
"Hm...? Oh! Right, of course! You covered my shift, Oppa. It's only fair."
"Well, I actually have a gift card I need to use up, so a free meal feels wrong. What if I treat you to round two instead — drinks? Would that be okay?"
"R-round two?"
"Yeah. Ah — of course, if you're not up for it, there's no pressure to come along."
I was openly hinting at a date. No — at something more than a date.
The old Kwon Yuri would have slapped me across the face and called me insane. These were words she'd have spat at me with pure contempt.
But Yuri clasped her hands together as if she'd been waiting her whole life for this, and nodded with fierce enthusiasm.
"Of course! If you want, Oppa... I could stay with you all night. I can really hold my liquor, you know."
"Oh, really? Then round two's on me. Can't mooch both dinner and drinks off you."
"Hehe, deal."
Smiling, I raised my right hand toward Yuri for a high five.
Beaming with joy, she stretched out her small white hand toward my palm.
Just before our hands could meet, I slyly bent my trajectory.
- Squish.
"Oh my?!"
At the exact moment our palms should have connected, my large right hand cut through empty air and went straight for her chest.
Like the accidental bump at the counter earlier — no, this time it was deliberate, unmistakably deliberate. I seized her full right breast head-on and gave it a firm squeeze.
Soft, heavy elasticity filled my grip, sending a tingling jolt straight up my arm.
Through the thin fabric of her uniform I could even feel the swell of her nipple, and I let my thumb flick across it, rubbing it lightly.
"Ah — s-sorry! Our hands must have gotten crossed..."
Only after shamelessly kneading her breast for a good three seconds did I feign shock, pull my hand away, and apologize.
Anyone watching would have clocked it instantly as a brazen, thoroughly intentional act.
The old Yuri would have been cursing up a storm by now, phone already out to dial the police.
But Yuri wasn't angry at all. Instead, she wound her thighs around each other and looked up at me with glistening eyes.
"No, it's... it's fine."
"I'm really sorry. I wasn't trying to do that, I swear... You must be pretty upset, huh?"
"No... if anything..."
"If anything?"
When I prompted her, Yuri dropped her gaze to the floor in embarrassment and murmured in a voice barely louder than an ant's footsteps.
"If anything... I guess it's because your hands are so big, Oppa, but... it actually felt nice...♥"
This absolute lunatic. That's a straight-up horny pervert's mindset, no bones about it.
Truthfully, I'd only meant to sneak one more feel of her chest, play it off as an accident, and stop there. But when she came out with that, there was no holding back anymore.
She was seducing me. Flagrantly, with a fox's tail swishing right behind her, she was seducing me.
Only a Buddha or an immortal sage could hold out against this.
Unfortunately, I was neither.
"Oh, is that so? Well... I did take a sports massage class once. Maybe that's why my hands are good at it."
"Oh... really?"
"Yep. Granted, I only learned the basics. Have your shoulders been stiff lately, by any chance?"
Still, openly groping her chest would be crossing the line into lunacy, so I racked my brain and cooked up a plausible excuse.
Plausible, honestly, was a generous word for how flimsy it was.
But as if the flimsiness didn't matter one bit, Kwon Yuri nodded along with tremendous vigor.
"Yes, actually... my shoulders have been so heavy lately, and my chest has felt weirdly stuffy and knotted up too..."
"Oh, see? I was right. That's poor circulation, most likely..."
Clicking my tongue like some seasoned practitioner of traditional medicine, I naturally reached out again and began gently kneading Yuri's shoulders.
The instant my hands touched her, Yuri shuddered and let a moan spill out.
It wasn't pain or displeasure — more the reaction of someone feeling something strange and nameless stirring inside her.
Working her shoulders with as much practiced skill as I could fake, I pressed on.
"How's that? Feeling any better?"
"Ah, yes... a little... I think it's helping."
"Glad to hear it. But loosening up just the shoulders won't do much on its own..."
Letting my voice trail off as if I were pondering the problem, I brightened after a moment, as though the solution had just come to me.
"Oh — should I give you a breast massage too, while we're at it? That ought to help."
"A b-breast massage?"
At my brazen suggestion, Yuri's eyes wavered hard.
However warped her common sense had become, however desperately she wanted me, it seemed she hadn't entirely lost her powers of rational judgment.
"H-here...? My, my chest...?"
"Yes. Ah — if you'd rather not..."
"N-no! It's not that I don't want to! It's just... we're technically at work, and what if someone walks in, or we get caught on the C-CCTV..."
Oh. So that's what she's worried about?
The fact that her objection was here and now — not a flat no — meant she genuinely wanted it.
Watching her hesitate, I brought my lips right up to her ear to reassure her.
"Ah, that's all fine. I locked the door before I came in, remember?"
"Oh..."
"And you already know — no CCTVs in the storage room. The cooler noise drowns out our voices from outside, too."
"Th-then..."
"And it's not like we're doing anything weird. It's just a massage. That should be perfectly fine, don't you think?"
As my low whisper tickled the shell of her ear, Yuri's whole body shivered finely.
Frankly, even by my own standards it was utter, laughable nonsense.
But to her, apparently, none of it mattered in the slightest.
"Th-then... mm, please take good care of me, Oppa... loosen up all my sore spots...♥"
Yuri nodded shyly, then straightened her back as if offering her chest up to me of her own accord.
"Understood. Then relax, stay still, and leave it to me."
With a satisfied smile, I reached out both hands, as if I'd been waiting for this all along, and clasped them firmly around Kwon Yuri's breasts.