Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: An Unwelcome Visitor
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The morning shift staff are in bad shape.
They should’ve gone home after drinking in moderation yesterday.
Seeing them all dazed and groggy, I had a feeling someone was going to cause an accident.
And eventually, it happened.
“Ah! I’m so sorry, so sorry! Oppa, are you okay?”
I’d been keeping an eye on her, sensing she was about to mess up.
Just as she was about to fall while carrying hot coffee, I quickly caught her.
In the process, the hot coffee spilled all over my left arm.
It’s hot.
“Hngh.”
I instinctively ripped off my left sleeve.
Thanks to the +500% Muscle-Body Synergy, the shoulder seam tore away in an instant.
I quickly put my arm under the sink and turned on the cold water to cool the burn.
Ah, I ripped my sleeve off.
It was a habit ingrained in me from my part-time job at the chemical research lab, an unconscious reaction.
There was a manual: if a toxic substance got on the arm protector you wore on the outside, you were to strip it off immediately.
“Chang-woo, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine, boss.”
“No, more importantly, how is your grip so strong?”
“Uh, I think the stitching on this shirt was a bit weak. Can’t expect much from cheap clothes, I guess.”
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The customers at the table near the counter were lucky.
Because of the coffee the part-timer spilled on his arm as she fell.
They got to witness the explosive, primal masculinity of the handsome employee ripping his sleeve off with one hand.
The customers almost screamed.
Once when the coffee was spilled, and again when he ruthlessly tore off the sleeve.
‘That’s insane. What is that strength?’
‘Seriously incredible. Wow, who knew such a wild side was hidden in that slender body?’
‘Look at his forearm. It’s thin but looks incredibly solid. Is that what they call compressed muscle?’
Excited, they started chugging their coffee and tea.
The female customers barely managed to cool their heated insides before heading back to the counter to order again.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “A large caramel macchiato, please. Oh, and six slices of any cake.”
“...Is this for takeout?”
I asked, dumbfounded. The woman, who was exactly my height, grinned and shook her head.
“I’m eating here.”
“As you can see, there are no seats available right now.”
“Then I’ll eat standing.”
“Why don’t you just get it to go?”
“Do I know you?”
“...”
“Why are you speaking so informally to a customer? Or wait, are you perhaps interested in me?”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Just ring me up, you fucking handsome employee.”
I could feel the owner watching us with interest.
The other part-timers had also stopped working for a moment, looking our way with tense expressions.
I clicked my tongue internally and took the card Choi Ji-soo held out.
As our fingertips touched, a status window popped up.
👤 CHARACTER INFO 👤 Name: Choi Ji-soo Age: 22 Physique: 175cm, 55kg, D-cup Base Libido: B Affection Towards Me: S Oral Ejaculations Received: 12 Vaginal Ejaculations Received: 48 Note: Last vaginal ejaculation received 13 days, 6 hours ago. I muttered unconsciously.
“13 days ago...”
“Wow, you remember? That’s right. It was 5 AM on Wednesday, the week before last.”
“Hey, that’s enough.”
“Why? It’s not like it’s embarrassing for others to hear, is it?”
It’s the exact time and date you last had me finish inside you. How is that not embarrassing?
Well, technically it was the original Chang-woo, not me.
“What? You brought it up first, so why are you reacting like that?”
“I just said it without thinking.”
“So it was etched so deeply in your memory that you’d say it without thinking?”
“I’m working. Please don’t distract me.”
“Alright, alright. I won’t bother you.”
Choi Ji-soo gave a light wave and stepped aside.
At 175cm with a D-cup chest.
And wearing heels that were probably 10cm high, it was impossible for her not to draw attention.
The men passing by outside the cafe.
The male customers inside, who had come in because of the female customers.
Without exception, they all stole glances at Choi Ji-soo.
“Who is she, your girlfriend?”
The owner’s younger sister, Gong Ji-hyun, asked subtly.
I shook my head.
“Just someone I used to know.”
“Why the past tense?”
“I don’t know.”
“Chang-woo, do you have any idea how much those nonchalant, throwaway lines drive women crazy?”
“No, that really wasn’t my intention...”
Other female customers lined up to order takeout.
I could feel them being conscious of Choi Ji-soo.
I get it.
Choi Ji-soo was more than pretty enough, and her Western-style physique gave her an overwhelming advantage.
With looks and a body like that, she could easily outshine all the other female customers in the cafe today.
They all kept glancing at me, seeming extremely curious about what our relationship was.
It would be a problem if they mistook her for my girlfriend.
If sales drop, Hye-na and I will be that much further from getting our own place in Gangnam.
I gave the owner a subtle look, and he quickly caught on and came over.
He deliberately asked in a slightly loud and clear voice, as if for the nearby customers to hear.
“Is that your girlfriend?”
“Definitely not. She has a boyfriend.”
“How’d she find this place?”
“I have no idea. Gangnam is a small world, I guess.”
Having heard my comment about her having a boyfriend, Choi Ji-soo glared at me with narrowed eyes.
What does she want me to do?
Who told her to show up at someone else’s workplace?
“Your takeout order is ready.”
I called her name in an intentionally more polite and professional tone.
Choi Ji-soo picked up the package with the tips of her fingers.
Instead of heading out, she walked over to a table where two men were sitting.
What? Were they with her?
“Excuse me. Are you waiting for anyone else?”
“Huh? Ah, no, we’re not.”
“Why, what’s the matter?”
The two ordinary-looking men were flustered, clearly never having imagined Choi Ji-soo would speak to them.
“This isn’t a pyramid scheme, a religious pitch, or an insurance sale, but would you mind if I joined you for a bit? My friend works here, so I came to visit, but all the tables are full.”
“Oh, please, have a seat.”
“Thank you. Oh, I’ll give you each a slice of cake, so please have some.”
“Wow, thank you so much.”
The men were simply delighted to be joined by a tall, slender, and glamorous beauty.
Ugh, those pathetic fools.
Don’t they realize she’s not interested in them and is just using them?
I know because it’s happened to me a lot.
“Um, can I order?”
“Ah, yes. I’m sorry. I’ll take your order now.”
“Umm, you’re really handsome. If you don’t have a girlfriend, could I possibly get your number...?”
“Uh, well, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
I have a live-in girlfriend, though.
“But as for my number, I’m a bit shy, so... I’m really sorry, what should I do?”
The key is not to make the other person feel bad or embarrassed.
It’s important to refuse in a way that makes them feel sorry for you instead.
My expression and tone must have worked, because the woman apologized for putting me in an awkward position.
“Enjoy your coffee.”
When I handed her the coffee, I made sure to give her an even brighter smile.
I hope she doesn’t feel bad about me not giving her my number and continues to come here.
Every single customer who helps build the foundation for our newlywed home is precious.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Would you like me to clear your empty glasses?”
“Oh, thank you.”
I couldn’t just single out and discriminate against Choi Ji-soo’s table, so I asked as professionally as possible.
Choi Ji-soo’s face lit up as she handed me the empty glasses.
I could feel the two men staring at me as if I were an alien, but I ignored them.
“What time do you get off work?”
“I get off at 6 PM.”
“Okay, got it.”
As I walked away, I heard the men ask if they knew each other.
And I heard Choi Ji-soo giggle and reply, “We’re friends.”
Anyway, she so naturally joined a table of men she’d never met and managed the conversation so well.
It all seemed so normal and familiar to her.
I guess this is what life is like for pretty women.
Then again, if I were them, I wouldn’t turn down the chance to have a cup of coffee with a beautiful woman.
At 6 PM, I announced I was leaving for the day.
Choi Ji-soo was making me uncomfortable, and I figured it was better in the long run to just leave early.
It would be a problem if strange rumors started spreading among the customers.
I said goodbye to the owner and the staff, and feeling the disappointed gazes of the female customers on my back, I hurried out.
I walked away from the building with brisk steps, trying not to be too obvious.
“Lee Chang-woo, I need to talk to you.”
Did she sprint in high heels?
She was definitely still sitting at her table when I left, so how did she catch up to me so quickly?
We were far enough from the cafe now. I stopped and turned to face Choi Ji-soo.
“It’s a problem when you show up at my workplace like this. This is my livelihood.”
“Why are you working as a cafe employee? How much money can you even make doing that?”
“That’s my business.”
“What’s with your tone all of a sudden? You sound like an old man.”
Shit.
Is it that obvious?
“I noticed this last time too, but you’ve gotten a little strange.”
“Get to the point.”
“Let’s go have sex.”
“...”
“You told me to get to the point, didn’t you?”
To be honest, I’m a man too.
I am curious what it would feel like to have sex with a glamorous beauty like Choi Ji-soo.
But though I may have lacked a penis, my soul was never lacking in fidelity.
Not when I have my Hye-na, who puts up with me until she’s swollen down there and still does her best to please me.
“I’m not sleeping with you anymore. No, I’m not sleeping with any other women.”
“Is it because of that girl from last time? She was pretty, I’ll give you that. Is she some unknown idol?”
“...”
“She can’t handle you messing around with other girls? Why are you dating someone like that? You always hated being tied down.”
“Not anymore.”
“Then can I be the one to tie you down from now on?”
“No, I don’t want to be tied down by you.”
Choi Ji-soo scoffed.
She really has that tough girl persona down pat.
Her physique, the look in her eyes, her makeup, and even her clothes—everything fit.
“Do you remember what you said to me the last time we had sex?”
No, I don’t.
“You must remember. If you can remember the date, you can’t possibly not remember that.”
That’s just because I unconsciously mumbled what the status window told me.
“You told me I was delicious. That I was in your top three of all time, and among the girls you were seeing then, I was competing for first or second place.”
Is, is that so?
I found myself scanning Choi Ji-soo’s body up and down before I knew it.
Flustered by her seductive smirk, I averted my gaze.
“Should we go now? I’m free today.”
“I’m good.”
“My period is starting in about two days. If you miss today, you’ll have to wait even longer.”
“...I told you, I’m not doing it with you anymore.”
My forehead throbbed.
Although the long-pent-up desires of my penis lusted after Choi Ji-soo’s body.
My fidelity would not waver, thinking of Jung Hye-na.
“I got a new number, too.”
“I figured.”
“Don’t contact me from now on. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t come to the cafe either.”
“Hey. You don’t get to say that to me.”
Choi Ji-soo strode towards me, her heels clicking on the pavement.
Thanks to her high heels, we were at the same eye level.
I could even feel a hint of bloodlust in her eyes.
“I lost my virginity to you. And you want to end things in less than two months?”
...Shit.
I never even got a glimpse of that virginity.
“Have I ever said anything about you seeing other girls? No, right? So for you to do this... don’t you think that’s a little too much?”