Chapter 21
Chapter 21
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 21
Chapter Title: Hashtags (3)
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I pondered why Han Chae-ah was acting so brazenly toward me.
But no matter how much I thought about it, the only reason that came to mind was that she wanted to screw me over.
It was a form of revenge.
Revenge for what I'd done to her before.
Yeah.
I get it.
I might have gone a bit overboard.
Taking her panties was too much, but I gave her a brand-new pair as a gift, didn't I?
The design was a little risqué, but that was out of my hands.
I even handled the full after-service, and now she's showing up at my workplace for revenge, throwing a tantrum like this.
I can put up with it once or twice, but I can't tolerate this level of drama.
She let out a weird scream and whipped around to look at me in shock.
All eyes in the café turned to her.
It was that kind of lewd moan.
"S-sorry. Haha."
Han Chae-ah gave an awkward laugh and bowed her head.
"W-what are you doing!"
The startled girl yelled at me in a hushed voice.
"What else? Looked like syrup got on it, so I was wiping it off."
"Th-there's no way."
"Then why the big reaction?"
"What reaction?"
"Anyone would think I'd groped your tit."
"Huh? Y-you're joking right now...?"
"I'm dead serious. You reacted way more sensitively than last time when I grabbed your breast."
My hand brushed her ear once more.
"No?"
"Hng..."
A low, throaty moan.
Since she'd felt it once before, the intensity was milder than earlier.
I could sense a few customers sneaking glances at me.
But ignoring them, I carefully wiped her ear.
Or rather, caressed it under the pretense.
"Haa..."
After fondling it plenty, I pulled my fingers away.
Any more would be risky.
Not for her—for me.
A few customers were starting to give me weird looks.
Time to toe the line.
Han Chae-ah might not care, but everyone else was a problem.
"Th-that's not it. I was just surprised..."
"Must be an erogenous zone here. They say folks sensitive behind the ear are total pervs."
"D-don't spout nonsense. Never heard that before."
I had no idea if it was true.
Didn't matter.
What counted was that it was perfect for teasing the already worked-up Han Chae-ah.
Her face flushed beet red as she stared at me.
Breathing ragged.
Wonder what she's picturing.
At least not getting railed right here.
But...
This one's crystal clear.
"If that's not it, then why the tantrum?"
"Th-that's..."
She couldn't get the words out.
"Revenge..."
"Liar."
"Huh?"
"That's not why you're here."
"Y-yes it is. To get revenge on you, sunbae..."
I shook my head.
"That's not what you wanted."
"H-how would you know, sunbae...?"
"You came here to get humiliated by me."
"Huh?"
"To rile me up, piss me off, so I'd bully you even more hands-on. Create that perfect excuse."
"W-what kind of nonsense...?"
Han Chae-ah's voice shook.
Looked like I'd nailed it.
What the hell.
That was really her reason?
Not just revenge by causing a scene at the café?
'Doesn't matter anymore.'
The real reason's irrelevant.
Even if it was revenge, I could just shut it down now.
She loved this kind of treatment from the start anyway.
I zeroed in on the "coercive" part.
Han Chae-ah was Yeonsung's top campus goddess, but surprisingly passive.
Didn't need days together to see it.
Always went along with her friends' opinions, couldn't refuse properly if pushed hard.
A girl who didn't know how to say no.
A good girl.
One who craved breaking free at the same time.
I knew from Sexgram.
The desires buried deep in Han Chae-ah.
The desires of a girl sick of being good.
If I handed that girl a chance to deviate by force?
It'd fulfill her deepest cravings.
An offer too tempting to turn down.
Strong enough to erase her original motive and overlay a new one.
She'd deny it, of course.
Good girl Han Chae-ah would shake her head on principle.
'On the surface.'
But her true heart?
Her real wish?
She'd be agonizing over whether it was okay to slot herself into the fake scenario I'd cooked up.
"Or shove my hand away right now."
"Ung..."
I lightly scraped under her chin with my fingertip.
A mildly sensitive spot.
This much was plenty for now.
"Haa..."
Han Chae-ah let out a faint moan, her body quivering.
No denial from her.
She didn't shake off my hand.
I gave her chin one last light stroke and stood up.
This was as far as it'd go for now.
The boss was heading my way after hearing the complaint.
"Jinwoo, what the hell are you doing to a customer?"
"Just giving special service to make sure our regular's satisfied, like you said, boss. Right?"
"Really?"
Han Chae-ah smiled at the boss's question and swept her hair back.
"...Yes. I-It's fine. Sorry for the fuss. S-syrup got on my chin."
Customer said she was good, so the boss had no choice.
"Alright. Jinwoo, don't go overboard—get back to work. We're swamped."
"Got it."
Before stepping away from Han Chae-ah, I whispered just loud enough for her ears.
"Wanna keep going? Wait till closing."
"..."
She hung her head, silent.
Her answer was a given anyway.
"Waited patiently, huh?"
"...Wasn't waiting for that."
She was still grumbling in that sulky tone.
"Ah, I just stuck around 'cause it sucked you bailed earlier. Wanted to break even."
She sure had a way with words.
"Yeah? Then let's split—we head different ways home anyway."
"You're really gonna do me like that?"
"Be honest."
"...I waited."
Her face was bright red.
Not from the café lights.
That single admission made my heart pound.
Her obedient tone was pure madness.
With that pretty face, every word hit too hard.
"S-so what now? G-go outside?"
"No."
I shook my head.
"Told the boss I borrowed the shop."
"B-borrowed it?"
"Yeah. I close sometimes—get the keys like this, lock up, head home."
"..."
"Said I'd tinker with some coffee recipes since the customer dug it. Got about an hour."
Her face flushed deeper as she listened.
"H-here? What're you gonna..."
Her voice dripped with anticipation.
She was thrilled.
About what was coming next.
"What else."
I leaned in close to her sensitive ear.
"Gonna give you plenty of what you've been craving."
"Ung..."
Han Chae-ah curled up, trembling hard.
"No worries on CCTV. All shut off. Might get chewed out, but nobody checks anyway."
Her breaths came heavy.
"Just you and me here now."
I heard her gulp.
Eyes tense as hell.
But I was on edge too.
Told her to stay in a flash of anger, but I hadn't nailed down exactly how I'd ravage her.
The Sexgram tags floating above her head in my vision.
Stuff I couldn't pull off in public.
So I figured we needed alone time.
These were my secret weapons.
Her fetishes. Her sensitive spots.
While I worked with her waiting out front, I kept tabs on her live Sexgram feed.
Her every shifting thought laid bare in real time.
She was trembling with anxiety.
Not knowing what I'd do to her.
At the same time, aroused.
That very uncertainty—what torment awaited—was fueling her excitement.
"How do you want treating? Like a regular school junior? Or a frequent flier at our shop?"
I asked while stroking her ear with my finger.
"..."
No reply.
Didn't pull away from my touch either.
Handing me full control, like.
That's more like it.
"Customer."
I switched to polite service speak.
Going full TPO here.
Time.
Place.
Occasion.
Empty shop at closing.
Café.
Last staffer and lone patron.
"Enjoy the coffee I brewed myself?"
Synced it to our spot.
"Syrup not too sweet?"
Dropped trigger lines to jog her memory of earlier.
As I caressed her ear and chin—claiming syrup cleanup—Han Chae-ah's cheeks pinked up.
Like the shame came flooding back; she mumbled, reluctant to answer.
"D-delicious..."
Voice barely above a whisper.
That was enough.
Her response flipped the script: no more sunbae-hoobae. Just barista and customer now.
"But, customer."
"...Yes."
"One teaspoon went missing from the shop."
"So?"
"Wondering if you took it."
Han Chae-ah eyed me.
"You suspecting me? Why the hell would I steal that?"
"Just you and me here. Can't be me, leaves you... You threw a fit earlier, said the coffee sucked."
One more step closer.
"Who knows—maybe revenge on me?"
That word "revenge" made her squirm.
"Y-you're talking crazy. Why would I ever..."
"Mind if I check?"
She nodded to my courteous ask.
"Bag first."
She shoved her bag at me.
I brushed it aside.
Closed the gap, pinned her to the wall.
"Not the bag."
"...?"
"Could be stashed on your body."
Now it really kicks off.
Time to put those sensitive-spot tags to work.
"G-gonna grope my body too?"
Hands up defensively as she asked.
But no real malice this time—unlike when the place was packed.
No surprise there.
This girl was loving it.
Acting pissed and wronged on the outside, but her body's spilling the truth.
That shivering frame? Hot as hell.
No more Mr. Nice Guy.
No room for resistance—I lunged.
"W-what... Kyaa!"
Batted her guarding hands aside, seized her tit outright.
The huge mound squelched into my palm.
"W-what the fuck! I-I'm calling the cops!"
"Thief bitch throwing a fit?"
Snagged her nape, thumb teasing under her chin—like petting a cat.
"Hng..."
Tag didn't lie. A soft moan slipped from her prickly lips.
Tremors shot through her.
Not fear—pure arousal.
"Nothing."
She quivered under my blatant kneading.
"Could be tucked inside your clothes."
My eyes drifted south. Her chest heaving fast. Dark crimson tag blazing above.
Thrilled by the thief-shame and my blatant stare—tag pulsing brighter.
She caught my gaze, bit her lip.
"W-where you staring...?"
Voice all pouty whine.
No real annoyance—straight aegyo.
Even she flinched, surprised at herself.
"These tits? Bulging suspiciously. Easy to hide stuff, no?"
"Th-there, d-don't squeeze... N-no, nng..."
Moaning with every grope.
I grinned, whispering in her ear.
"Gotta check if you stole the spoon... or my attention."
"D-don't..."
Zero fight in her protests.
Pure reflex.
I stripped her top.
Sky-blue bra appeared—same vibe as before.
"Uuu..."
Face burning with humiliation.
But we weren't done.
Not even close.
Her tag raged unsatisfied, flashing harder.
Pop.
No resistance as I unhooked the bra.
Resistance pointless now.
Or maybe she wanted me stripping her.
The final barrier slipped away.
Jiggle.
Han Chae-ah's massive tits spilled free into the world.
Pink nipples.
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