Strange Convenience Store

Strange Convenience Store... "...Huh?"

On my way home after finishing my part-time shift, I stopped by the convenience store thinking I'd grab some beer. That's when something weird caught my eye.

...What the hell is this?

There was a bizarre promotional poster plastered right at the entrance of my usual convenience store.

...Semen Pay? At first, I thought I was seeing things. And why wouldn't I? There was a massive dick pic slapped right on the ad.

But no matter how hard I squinted and stared, the dick photo stayed put, along with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠those trashy words like "Semen Pay" and "erection."

...What is this shit?

Like I was possessed, I stepped inside the convenience store.

Ding-a-ling.

"Welcome!"

The clerk, who was stocking shelves, greeted me loudly. She was the same girl I always ran into here—college-aged, around my age. Pretty face, friendly attitude; she stuck in my mind for some reason.

'Of course, she probably doesn't even remember me.'

I grabbed a can of beer, set it on the counter, and thought that to myself.

"This and a mixed combo, please."

"Sure. Before that, could I see your ID?"

"Yeah, here."

I quickly pulled out my ID and showed it to her. She nodded with a smile after checking my age.

"ID confirmed. We're running a Semen Pay event right now—interested?"

"Huh? What's that?"

"It's a service where you can pay with semen instead. We even provide free jerk-off aids."

...What kind of crazy bullshit is this?

"...Huh?"

My brain short-circuited, and I just stared at her blankly, unable to respond properly.

The clerk continued with a bright, unflustered smile. "Oh, first time hearing about it? It's exclusive to our brand's stores. One load of semen equals 50,000 won, and we'll give you coupons for any change. Just confirm your erection, and you're good to go. You can do it comfortably in the partition room in the back."

She casually pointed to a small info sign next to the counter. It said the exact same thing.

...For real?

I swallowed hard, staring down at my beer can. But then I shook my head.

'You idiot. No way that's real.'

A hidden camera prank seemed way more plausible. I remembered hearing about deranged people doing shock-value stunts like this for Instagram or YouTube views. Rationality kicked back in.

The thought of accepting the offer and ending up plastered online made my skin crawl.

So I turned it down. "Sorry, not interested."

"Oh? Card then?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'm out."

I bolted from the store. I half-ran until it was out of sight, finally catching my breath.

"What the fuck... seriously crazy?"

Even for views, pranking people like that? Sure, I'm a 23-year-old lifelong virgin, but I'm not so dick-whipped I'd fall for it.

Guess I'd grab beer at another store.

"...Better head home quick."

I trudged toward the subway station. And there, I saw more weird shit.

I froze. "...Hmm."

I rubbed my eyes at the station entrance. Did I not sleep enough last night?

'Why are people taking off their tops?'

People wandered the subway station with their tops off, totally casual. Not everyone, though—mostly young women. Seeing hot girls proudly baring their pale tits was enough to stop me dead.

Thud.

"Hey? Why're you blocking the way?"

A sharp female ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠voice came from behind as I stood there dazed.

"I'm swamped here, and you're blocking the narrow path."

"Sorry!"

I apologized and stepped aside quick. The office woman behind me glared, then click-clacked away in her heels.

Shockingly, she was topless too.

'What? Am I dreaming?'

I called after her in a panic. "H-Hey! Wait ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up!"

"What?"

She turned with an annoyed look, like get on with it, I'm busy.

"Why are you, uh, exposing your chest?"

"Subway station's hot."

"So you take your top off?"

"Yeah. Gotta show tits and pits to attract horny guys. Some dudes even like it when we sweat from the heat."

What the actual fuck?!

Her answer didn't clear things up—it just made my head spin more. She gave me a weird look, lost interest, and headed down to the platform.

...Should I go down too?

It felt unreal, but I needed to get home. I tapped my card and went in.

Gulp.

My eyes kept drifting sideways. Pretty girls strolled by, casually shaking their soft, pale breasts like it was nothing. How could I not stare? Some had sweat glistening on their tits; others had perky nipples. And nobody batted an eye.

"This has to be a dream..."

It felt like the world was mocking me. I spaced out waiting for the train.

No seats in the car, as usual. Rush hour crowd was insane. Normally it'd annoy the hell out of me, but today? Different story.

A pretty office lady stood right next to me, grabbing the strap—topless, of course. As people shoved in, her soft tits pressed naturally against my arm.

Whoa, whoa...

I marveled internally nonstop.

"Ugh, so damn cramped..."

She grimaced but didn't give a shit about her tits and pits on full display from holding the strap.

'Is this heaven?'

First time seeing non-family tits this close. I kept sneaking peeks until my stop arrived. I got off with a weird pang of regret.

All these unbelievable scenes made me ponder deeply.

'The convenience store was off from the start.'

Semen Pay and all that... I thought hidden cam at first, but after the topless women? No way it was a prank.

Did the world change overnight?

"What the hell is going on..."

Head spinning, but my feet kept moving home. Then I remembered the convenience store at the station—same brand. Sure enough, same poster at the entrance.

"Same here..."

That sealed it.

"...Has the world gone nuts?"

It reminded me of some hentai manga I'd read. One where common sense suddenly twists lewd, and the protag adapts. Lewd acts become totally normal overnight. That's exactly the vibe here.

"Is it real...?"

I tilted my head in front of the store.

...Why overthink? Just check it out myself.

Possessed again, I opened the door.

Ding-a-ling.

"Oh, welcome!"

Thank god, female clerk. I'd have bailed if it was a guy. Cute face, my age, blonde bob that suited her perfectly.

I tried not to look awkward, grabbed a beer. "Uh... ring this up?"

"ID please."

I handed over my resident card; she glanced and nodded.

"Got it. Semen Pay event going on—interested?"

"...How's it work?"

"I'll show you to the dedicated room first."

She beckoned and led me somewhere. I followed blankly to a small room off the storeroom.

"Erection check first. Show me your dick."

She stared straight at me, totally casual.

It felt like she wanted my pants off... Do I really?

'Now that it's go-time, I'm hesitating.'

Showing my dick to a stranger? Hands frozen.

I stood there dithering; she tilted her head, puzzled.

"Sir, just whip it out."

Not getting arrested, right? Fuck it... Let's do what she says.