Off to Occupy the Delinquent Girl's House

Hyejin came over carrying a whole armful of little boxes.

"Please take these. Men's lotion."

"……?"

"These are leftover men's lotion samples from when we sold couple sets a while back… Would you like to try them? I don't have any products I can recommend right this second, so…"

"Ah."

Another word for sample was free, wasn't it?

I reflexively reached out and took them.

The word free had gotten me again before I even realized it.

Suddenly my father's bald head flashed through my mind.

I ran a hand over my own hair.

Swoosh.

Still thick.

Hair condition: excellent.

Whew.

"Try these out, and if you like them, would you come visit us again? I'll let you know when we get men's products in stock."

I nodded without a word.

Speaking carefully felt dangerous.

The reason being…

Kim Hyejin…

She was every bit the kind, professional employee, yet every few seconds I nearly slipped into the polite speech of my old underling days.

Habits really were that terrifying.

Besides, she'd said she would contact me, yet she hadn't asked for a single piece of information.

An empty promise with no deadline.

It felt exactly like running into a friend on the street, saying "Let's hit the PC bang sometime," and then never texting again.

Wasn't this just her way of ushering me out of the store?

"…How are you going to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠contact me?"

"Umm…"

Look at this bitch.

She was flustered.

Had she been trying to brush me off and gotten caught…?

Treating me like some random peddler.

My mood was starting to sour just a little.

Hyejin must have read the dark look on my face, because she hurriedly continued.

"Have you… signed up for membership on our brand website!? Or… if you write it down here, I can help you register!"

She held out paper and a pen.

Membership?

What a pain.

"Forget that."

Even if I signed up, all I'd get was a flood of spam texts, right?

A store I wasn't coming back to. What was the point of joining?

What I needed was Kim Hyejin's contact info.

"Do you have your phone on you?"

"Huh? Not right now… We're not allowed to use phones during work…"

I held out the smartphone I was already holding.

"Then type your number in."

"…Huh?"

Hyejin looked startled.

In a flash she scanned me from head to toe, clearly checking my looks, height, and how much money I seemed to have.

Apparently I failed her personal screening, because the rejection came down hard.

"I'm so sorry! Exchanging contact information with customers is against the rules…! If you just sign up for membership…!"

Ah.

I was getting pissed.

This kind of development felt familiar, too.

If I'd been a handsome guy, would she have clung to every little rule like that while turning me down? Fucking hell?

Hoo… I got heated for a second.

I tried to calm down and persuade her, but even that felt like too much work, so I decided to just use the ability.

I tapped the [Not Contracted] next to her disposition on the status window—

Hyejin's eyes, already looking at me like I was some weirdo, went even wider.

"Um? Customer, what are you doing in midair?"

"Ah. Don't mind me."

The hologram window could be "touched."

Since only I could see it, to everyone else it must have looked like I was poking empty air.

Poke poke—

In a world crawling with every kind of lunatic these days, this barely even registered as weird.

Anyway.

I pressed Contract, then aimed the screen at Kim Hyejin.

The moment her head-tilting face entered the status window's frame—

That simple?

The contract was complete.

The birth of Slave No. 1.

Four years of waiting.

After waiting that long, my cock was already throbbing at the thought of the masochistic sex that was about to unfold.

"Well then, customer… I have other people to help, so if you'll excuse me…"

Kim Hyejin tried to wrap up the conversation.

Not happening. You're my slave now.

According to the rules, a slave obeys her master's words.

Not "should obey" or "can obey."

Is bound to obey.

No matter what I did, she would follow.

"Playing hard to get? You some kind of axe-wielding maniac?"

"…Excuse me!?"

"Shut up and type it in. Before I spin that flapping jaw of yours around."

A coercive tone.

Had I ever spoken like this in my life?

Without the ability it would have been impossible.

…Fucking charismatic.

In this moment, the old loser Bae Dosik was nowhere to be found.

Hyejin tried to force a smile, but surprise—or maybe sheer absurdity—was warring across the muscles of her face.

"Haha…? You're a really funny customer, aren't you?"

"I'll make it even funnier. Type the number. Before the rough language starts."

"Some people… just don't like signing up for membership, you know. Especially the men…! I should have asked first. I'm sorry."

"Fuck…"

"Customer! I'll take the number myself!"

She hurriedly covered my mouth, snatched the phone, and typed her number in.

Tap tap—

After confirming the desk phone buzzed with a vibration, Hyejin hit the end-call button.

The phone came back to me.

I checked the screen.

…A number that somehow combined 69 and 74 into something vulgar and pure delinquent.

For now, she was working, so I'd retreat for today.

Even if she was a slave, I couldn't drag her off in the middle of her shift.

"Hmm. Then contact me when the men's products come in."

"…Yes! Take care!"

Kim Hyejin beamed a bright goodbye and turned away.

She looked light, as if she'd just gotten rid of something bothersome.

…That kind of pissed me off.

Hoo.

Since I was already at the department store, I wandered through the luxury brand floor.

The way to torment Hyejin was sex.

I could wash away both physical pleasure and the old humiliation as early as tonight.

With a power like this, I might as well fuck her senseless.

…Could I ever buy those luxury goods?

…Probably not.

No—wait. Among slave dispositions there was supposedly one that only felt at ease when being "exploited." If I brought in a rich slave, maybe I could buy them after all?

My thoughts were bouncing all over the place, so I decided to just go home.

On the way out, Hyejin's store came into view again. With no customers around, she was chatting with a coworker.

I kept her in my peripheral vision and pricked up my ears in her direction.

She spotted me, seemed to remember something, and pulled her phone out from under the desk, tapping away.

Saving the name, or…

…She wasn't blocking me, was she?

As if a mere slave would dare…

The other employee asked Hyejin what had happened with that guy earlier—

"No idea. Must be a psycho. Comes into a women's cosmetics store asking for lotion to rub on his crotch…"

"Whoa. A pervert?"

"Maybe? What am I supposed to do… He even got my number…"

"Whoa. Stalker?"

"Ugh, so annoying. Seriously. Why do only loser-ass bastards like that keep latching onto Kim Hyejin's life…!!"

The way she answered, the tone of her voice…

…Loser?

It was the exact same Kim Hyejin from the past.

People really never change.

Fuck.

That evening.

For an introvert, going out was exhausting.

After seeing Hyejin's true colors at the end, I had no intention of just sitting around and waiting.

Almost fell for the kindness. As if her real nature would go anywhere.

The moment I got home I took a solid nap and recovered my stamina.

Then, in the dim early evening, the place I headed for was an adult goods shop.

I planned to buy a few items to punish Hyejin with.

Ding-dong—

A loud bell rang as if welcoming me inside.

Suddenly a middle-aged man popped out from somewhere.

"Welcome."

"Whoa, shit, you scared me!"

There had been an "Unmanned" sign outside.

I was sure there was no place a person could even be hiding.

Then I saw the display cabinet behind him swaying—it doubled as the owner's break room and a door. A pretty clever setup.

"Oh my, customer. No need to jump like that."

"…It said unmanned. If I'd known someone was always here I wouldn't have come."

Buying adult goods was embarrassing enough on its own.

I'd planned to sneak in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like a ninja, grab only what I needed, and leave. Instead, this.

I should've worn a mask— a tiny regret flickered.

If it was going to be like this I should've just ordered online!

I reiterate: I am an introvert.

"Nothing to be ashamed of. The people who can't even be honest about it are the real perverts. I've been in this business ten years. The fluids my customers have spilled could fill the Han River."

"Uh…"

Was that… a good thing?

Ten years of grinding meant he was basically a master craftsman of adult goods sales.

In martial arts terms, past first-rate and into the realm of the sublime.

I felt like I'd just met a hidden master of the jianghu.

I almost cupped my fists in salute without thinking.

"I want to enjoy myself while… hitting a little."

"Customer, you came to the perfect place. Our shop specializes in sadism and masochism, you know? Didn't realize, did you?"

"…What? There are specialty shops like that?"

"Of course, of course."

A specialty shop.

Just the name made my heart race.

To think a place like this existed in the neighborhood—this was pure luck from heaven.

The owner started pulling out products without hesitation.

From what I could roughly identify: a blindfold, a gag, a collar, handcuffs, ankle cuffs, rope, a whip, a paddle, alligator clamps, a vibrator(?), and more…

Tools spread across the table.

Just looking at them made my mouth hang open.

"What is all this… I just pick, right?"

"You know how to use them?"

"…No?"

I'd come out with the light idea that I could just search online or check the status window descriptions when I punished her.

The hidden master clicked his tongue.

"Tsk tsk, what a fresh little sprout we have here. Watch carefully."

Then the owner's product demonstration began.

He stuck his ass out in a seductive pose—

Slap slap—

and struck his own backside with the whip while making lewd faces.

Apparently even the spot you hit had a point to it.

Then, with a sly expression, he grabbed the alligator clamps and brought over a pussy-shaped ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠onahole to give an example.

Pinch— pinch—

"Like this… like this…! Like this!!"

"Ooooh…"

I was completely absorbed in his method acting.

About thirty minutes of demonstration.

The more I watched, the more the urge to use it all in real combat as soon as possible started crawling up my spine.

A thick bead of sweat rolled down his forehead.

To the man catching his breath, the only words I could manage were these:

"…I-I'll buy them. Give me everything."

"Okay! Discounts coming in hot!"

Grinning sourly, the owner watched me leave as I dialed Hyejin.

From what I'd checked on SNS,

she'd started living alone the moment she turned twenty?

Hyejin worked the morning shift, so she should be home by now—

Right now.

Her studio apartment.

I was going to occupy it.

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