I Came from Nipple Jacking and Pussy Friction Masturbation!!♡♡♡

Back in the day, the old master said: Choose a job you love, and you’ll never work a single day in your life. Yesterday and today, that’s exactly me. I’m actually excited to clock in! Even though it’s a pathetic night shift at a convenience store that offers zero sense of accomplishment!

Why? Obviously because of this.

After shutting the storage room door and returning to the counter, I opened the app immediately. The scene on the screen was exactly what I expected—utterly obscene. Barely thirty seconds had passed since she left the storage room, yet Kim Minji was already stealthily rubbing herself over her panties. Both ankles bound, forcing her legs into an M-shaped spread. Her pale naked body panted and heaved in the dim space behind the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠refrigerator.

Good thing I didn’t use it. I had brought the last pink rabbit vibrator from yesterday just in case, but seeing her like this, it was clear an aphrodisiac would have been completely unnecessary. I decided to save the toy for a more useful moment later. Still… she was masturbating with impressive enthusiasm.

Guess yesterday’s intense session paid off.

This was it. Exactly this. When your shoe falls into mud on a clear day, it feels disgusting. But if you throw your whole body into that mud pit and roll around until even your underwear is soaked? Paradoxically, you end up feeling refreshed. A strange sense of liberation washes over you. The principle was exactly the same.

Yesterday, Kim Minji had put on a genuine, high-pressure-hose squirting masturbation show right in front of me. So now, anything less intense felt comparatively easy for her to perform. This was why you had to train them properly from the start.

“……”

Just how seriously addicted to masturbation was this girl? On the screen, Kim Minji’s hands never stopped moving. Apparently fingering her pussy wasn’t enough. She eventually pulled off her own bra and started kneading her breasts. Since her left hand was cuffed, she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could only use one. She switched rapidly—rubbing her pussy with frantic shlick-shlick-shlick strokes, then back to groping her tits.

Some comedian once said that masturbation looks like a comedy from afar, but up close it’s pure filth.

“…Fuck, this is so hot.”

But Kim Minji was the exception. She looked insanely hot even from a distance. What a lewd bitch. A masturbation monkey. A walking pussy tank. If she hadn’t been born a woman, she probably would have been a shut-in who jerked off all day every day.

“……”

I couldn’t hold back anymore. Yesterday’s live performance had been incredible, but even through the screen her masturbation had the destructive power to make me rock-hard and ready to cum. Yes—there was real romance in the way Kim Minji touched herself.

“This won’t do.”

Touching her would violate our contract. I’d just slip into the bathroom, jerk out a quick load, and come back—right as that thought crossed my mind, the cheerful jingle of the door chime rang out.

“Welcome!”

“Uuuuhm… aaah—hiiii—? Huuuung—”

The person who staggered into the store making those bizarre noises was a rather pretty woman in her early twenties. Wearing tall high heels, she swayed like she might collapse at any moment. The cheap perfume hit me first, followed by her long straight hair and a body-hugging slip dress that left little to the imagination. After enough night shifts, you learn to recognize the type instantly. She had clearly just finished her shift at the karaoke bar next door.

Her shopping list was obvious: one milk, one hangover cure, one cup ramen, and probably cigarettes.

Click. Click.

“Huh?”

Click. Click. Click.

“Wait—”

Shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick!

My initial prediction—that she would head for the dairy section beside the counter—proved completely wrong. The moment she entered the store, the woman made a beeline straight for the drink refrigerator like a cockroach scurrying across the floor. I checked the convex security mirror on the ceiling to see exactly which fridge she stopped in front of.

She had halted directly in front of the one hiding Kim Minji.

I shot up from my seat on pure reflex. Then, moving like a secret agent or spy, I quietly approached. Something felt off. Not just off—my instincts were screaming. The fact that this feeling had never been wrong before made it even worse.

Sure enough, the customer yanked the refrigerator door open with a loud whoosh.

“……”

She stared intently inside, then mumbled, “Uuuung. So thirsty… hic.”

Clack. She grabbed an ion drink from the middle shelf and closed the door again.

Phew.

My prediction had been wrong. Thank god. Of course a sane person wouldn’t bother checking the dark space behind the fridge, right? It must have just been a random choice.

I was about to head back to the counter in relief when I heard the woman muttering behind me.

“Uuuung… huh? Why is this… lukewarm?”

“……!!”

I whipped my head around. She tilted her head at the bottle, then reached back into the same section for another. But—

“Uuuung…? This one’s lukewarm too?”

Another tilt of the head.

I’m fucked.

For today’s filming, I had turned off the cooler in the storage room an hour earlier so Minji wouldn’t get cold. That decision had come back to bite me like a snowball turning into a cannonball. My mind raced. Should I chase her out? But she was a customer, even if drunk, and she hadn’t caused any real trouble. If I made a scene and she called the police? And if the police found Kim Minji tied up naked in the storage room?

That would be catastrophic. Kim Minji’s life would board an express train straight to rock bottom. And I’d be screwed too. Why the hell had I decided to do a bondage session right before my shift today? She was currently handcuffed. No matter how you looked at it, the scene screamed exactly what it was: a creepy, socially inept convenience store worker who couldn’t control his urges, so he kidnapped, stripped, bound, and was training his female college coworker.

Anyone would see it that way.

While I stood frozen, unable to act, the woman suddenly bent at the waist and peered lower into the fridge.

Oh, shit.

I had confidently told Kim Minji that people outside couldn’t see inside very well. And that was technically true. It was true. But that only applied when customers casually grabbed a drink and left. If someone bent down and looked carefully, they could definitely see behind the fridge.

Wait. No way…?

It couldn’t be. Even in this situation, surely Kim Minji wouldn’t—

I frantically checked my phone and despaired. Even though she should have had a clear view of the outside, the Kim Minji on screen was staring straight at the refrigerator door, frantically rubbing her pussy like a woman possessed.

Kim Minji’s exhibitionist masturbation was truly filled with romance.

“Ugh… nnngh…”

The moment their eyes met, Kim Minji felt like her heart would burst out of her chest. Only sixty centimeters away, a long-haired woman was staring straight down at her. No matter how seriously she took her masturbation, her hand froze instantly.

Did she see? She saw, right? She’s looking at my whole pathetic state?

Her mind and vision flashed white. The words life over echoed in her head. There was no excuse. The sticky, fishy fluid soaking her right hand, her panties, the floor, and the entire area around her mound proved everything. Anyone would see her as an exhibitionist pervert. A degenerate. A filthy slut hiding in the storage room, spying on the outside world while she masturbated.

Yet her index and middle fingers remained buried deep inside her pussy, refusing to pull out.

Then the customer’s gaze slowly traveled from Kim Minji’s face down to her breasts, and finally drifted lower to her drenched crotch.

Ah…

Kim Minji squeezed her eyes shut. This was the end. School, family, her part-time job, her entire life—everything was over. Fine. After she killed herself, she’d reincarnate in some fantasy world! She’d ask the goddess for a strong, lewd, immortal body that could regenerate, then spend her new life adventuring, exposing herself, and getting fucked as much as she wanted!

While she was having those ridiculous thoughts, a dull clack sounded.

“……?”

Instead of the expected scream or disgusted curse, she heard the sound of plastic bottles knocking together. Kim Minji cautiously opened her eyes and realized the truth.

The woman on the other side of the glass wasn’t looking at her at all. Her focus wasn’t on Kim Minji’s naked body, but on the Super Ade plastic bottle displayed right in front of her breasts.

“Uuuung. So thirsty… hic.”

The customer grabbed a drink from the shelf directly in front of Kim Minji’s tits. She was saved. Minu had been right. People really couldn’t see inside very well… or so she thought.

Then something inside her mind went click♡, like a switch had been flipped.

Vrrrr. Lewd switch: ON.

Shlick—shlick-shlick♡ shliiiick—♡♡

Splat-splat-splat-splat-splat!♡♡

She can’t see? She really can’t see?♡ Even though I’m this close—?♡ My tits are jiggling right in front of her nose—?♡♡ And I’m masturbating right here—?♡

Minji’s hand moved rapidly from side to side. She spread three fingers and rubbed her swollen ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clit at high speed—Kim Minji’s special ultra-pervert high-speed clitoris friction masturbation technique♡♡

From outside the fridge, the woman’s voice came again.

“Uuuung… huh? Why is this lukewarm?”

Huh…?♡ Huuuh—???♡♡ Eeeeeh—?♡♡♡

While Minji watched in panic, the customer took a second bottle. One of the bottles in front of her breasts disappeared. Only two remained on the shelf.

Shlick—♡ shliiiick—♡♡

No, I shouldn’t—♡ I really, really—♡♡ At least I should stop masturbating—!!!♡♡♡

Even as she thought that, her fingers kept frantically rubbing her pussy lips and clit♡. Ever since the emergency stairwell masturbation session yesterday, Minji had realized part of her was broken. Once the switch flipped, it was hard to stop. And honestly… she didn’t want to stop.

“Uuuung…? This one’s lukewarm too?”

The woman in front of the fridge grumbled in annoyance and reached inside again. Another bottle from the shelf in front of Minji’s breasts vanished. Only one remained. If that last one disappeared, there would be nothing left between the masturbation monkey and the customer.

Thump.Splat♡

Thump-thump.Splat-splat♡♡

Thump-thump-thump—splat-splat-splat-splat-splat-splat-splat!♡♡

Even so, her hand moved even faster than before. Her heart pumped wildly, flooding her veins with the perverted blood she had been born with♡. Shlick♡ shliiiick♡♡ shliiiiiick!♡♡ Splat-splat♡ splat-splat-splat-splat-splat—!!♡♡♡

Then the tiny nub at the tip of her breast bumped against the metal shelf with a tap. The reflexive jolt sent a sharp electric current racing from her nipple♡. In the next instant, like an animal rubbing itself against a tree trunk, Kim Minji began grinding her breasts up and down against the edge of the metal shelf with all her strength♡.

Tap♡ tap—♡ tap-tap-tap-tap-tap♡

Press—♡ preeeeess♡

The completely unfamiliar sensation of her nipple being crushed against the cold metal shelf♡. Her soft breast being squashed flat like ruined steamed bread♡. She kept moving her tits up and down frantically against it♡♡. She had become a brain-dead orangutan jerking off her nipples against a metal rod♡♡.

“Huuuung—? Is there something wrong with the fridge—? I think I hear weird noises coming from inside—?”

The woman muttered in front of the refrigerator, but Kim Minji could no longer hear her. Even when the customer slowly crouched down to look inside, all Minji could focus on was the tap-tap-tap of her nipples rubbing, and the soaking wet friction of her clit and mound.

She can see everything—♡ This pathetic monkey masturbation—♡ Jerking my nipples like a fucking idiot—♡ Getting seen by another woman and I still can’t stop—♡♡

She was rubbing her breasts so hard that the skin around her areolas was turning bright red. Every shake sent heavy, lewd ripples through her tits—jiggle♡ jiggle♡♡♡. Her mound had been rubbed so raw that her juices had thickened like blended fruit nectar, foaming and splattering everywhere—splash-splash-splash!♡♡

“Nnnngh—!♡”

The next moment, Kim Minji’s waist snapped backward, then thrust forward violently. A powerful jet of pussy juice fired straight out of the refrigerator!

Squiiiish—!Splat-splat♡ splat-splat-splat!♡ Squiiiiiiish—!!!!!♡ Splash-splash-splash-splash!♡♡ Squiiiish♡!Splaaaaaaaash—!♡

A transparent arc of love juice shot powerfully between the drink bottles and slammed into the glass door of the refrigerator♡♡. Even then, her lewd hands never stopped moving♡♡.

I’m going to get caught♡♡ No, I’ve definitely already been caught—!!♡♡ Nnnngh—!♡ But I can’t stop here—!!♡♡ I’m going to cum my brains out♡ while I orgasm—♡ and end my life right here—!!!♡♡♡

At the peak of her climax, Minji’s eyes rolled back and her tongue lolled out. Her whole body convulsed like a freshly caught squid♡. Drool spilled from her mouth, running down her chin and dripping into her cleavage♡. It was an utterly brain-dead ahegao face♡. While everyone else evolved biologically, she alone was regressing from human to beast♡♡.

“Ah♡ haaah—♡♡ Nngiiih—!♡ Haa… haaaauuu—!♡♡”

After the violent orgasm came a thick, lingering afterglow. All strength left her body. She hung limply from the handcuffs like a rag doll. That was when—

Creak.

The storage room door opened.

“Hey! Are you okay!?”

Minu’s urgent voice called out as he rushed inside. But Kim Minji’s brain had already melted. Her unfocused eyes wandered through the air before she finally managed to speak something resembling words.

“Uh…♡ What happened…♡ What the hell happened to my life—?♡♡”