Extraordinary Moments in the New Routine (3)
I tossed the towel I'd used to wipe up my squirt into the washing machine with the rest of the laundry, running it on the sly without Lee Seo-yoon knowing. "She keeps saying it's dirty, but it doesn't even smell that bad... God, spinsters are such a pain."
After that, I was cleaning the floor when it got close to time for my shift at the Coupang Warehouse, so I hurried out the door. "Guess I'll finish the rest when I get back tonight..."
The warehouse job wasn't tough at all with my enhanced physical abilities as an F-rank hunter, but lately, more and more guys had been staring at me, and it was starting to feel burdensome. "There must be rumors going around somewhere." Had someone posted about me on a community forum? Lately, it seemed like more men were showing up just to gawk. No matter how bundled up I got, there was no way to completely hide these massive breasts, so it was unavoidable.
The Coupang gig was decent since it was heavy lifting work that drew a lot of middle-aged women, and I was satisfied with that... "Maybe it's time to look for something else?"
But when I really thought about it, I didn't have any impressive credentials or hunter skills to fall back on. The best I could do was jobs that made full use of an F-rank hunter's physical prowess, or maybe cafe work where I could play the pretty face receptionist. "Switching wouldn't make much difference anyway."
It wasn't like those internet stories where some day-labor boss shows up with cash demanding a night with you. With tits like these, I'd just have to get used to the stares. Trying to avoid them by wearing a puffy jacket while hauling boxes left me a sweaty, limp mess by the time I dragged myself home.
After dinner, I barely had an hour to rest before heading to Lee Seo-yoon's for cleaning duty. "Life... Just scarf down something quick and shower..."
But after showering, I'd need skincare time too—when the hell was I supposed to rest? Makeup would just smear from her beatings anyway, so luckily I did it after arriving at First these days. If I had to do full makeup too, even my scant free time would vanish.
"Haa—"
"Lucky? Is this even lucky... Anyway, gotta make a midnight snack to take tonight..."
No menu ideas came to mind, so I settled on my favorite: wedge potatoes. Since they were oven-baked, they'd get gross if they cooled off...
"First stop at her place to finish the morning cleaning, then back home to bake them."
With the time left... maybe whip up some dipping mayo? It was meant to cheer her up, so making it tasty would help. Homemade mayo just needed olive oil, egg, lemon juice, and salt—barely counted as work.
"Heh... but damn, it's delicious."
Imagining her enjoying it eased the tension that had built up since morning. "She said she'd hit harder tonight... but this should mellow her out, right?"
With a lighter heart, I finished cleaning her place, rushed home to bake the wedges, packed up my bribe, and headed back to wait blankly. Lee Seo-yoon arrived earlier than expected.
"Perfect timing—this way she can eat them super crispy."
Click.
"What, you're already here? What's this on the table?"
"Hehe... You seemed stressed lately, so I made a midnight snack."
"You didn't have to. I'm not hungry. Ate dinner already."
This bitch. Was this the same disappointment my mom felt when I'd come home from cram school without a word and eat dinner quietly? I'd squeezed this out of my nonexistent free time... I felt so slighted. I'd suffered to keep them from cooling...
"B-but... even if you're not hungry, it'll be tasty... I made my favorite snack..."
"What do your favorites have to do with me? I'll eat if I get hungry mid-beating, whatever."
Her words stung so bad I glared daggers, but she ignored it, pointing at the bedroom door with her finger.
"What're you waiting for? We'll beat in there tonight too—go stick your thighs in the straps."
"Hng... Y-yes..."
After that, it was the usual beating. The differences? My bound position meant extra hits to the lower belly... and she was rougher today. But starting in heels kept it from unbearable agony.
"She looks pissed off today, but this level... Ngh... Moving now would just piss her off more..."
After over a week of this, I had a feel for when I could fake weakness.
"Fhew—my head's clearing up now. Good call keeping you around."
"Ngh... A-are you hungry now? You went extra hard today..."
"Hm... A bit? Oh, right, you brought a snack. Fetch it."
No hands, no feet. I'm tied up... She ignored my sharp glare, casually lowering one leg and plopping on the sofa with a relaxed face.
"Looks like her stress is mostly vented... Time to ask if I can shift cleaning to afternoons when she eats."
Munch munch.
"Hmm... Potatoes again? They were potatoes this morning too."
"Oh shit, right... Busted..."
"Hup... Y-yeah... Slipped my mind. Hehe..."
"Eh, not bad though."
Watching her pick at it, I got scared I'd get yelled at for bringing it up. She noticed my sneaky glances and spoke first.
"Spit it out if you have something to say. I already beat you plenty today."
"Um... Could I do the morning cleaning in the evening instead?"
"Pfft, seriously? That's what you were beating around the bush for? Time doesn't matter—do whatever."
"Hng... Yes! I'll come 30 minutes earlier in the evenings from now on."
"Yeah, the actual cleaning time isn't the point..."
I'd fretted all day fearing a tantrum, but it passed so easily I couldn't help smiling.
"No need to cut more sleep—thank god..."
"This is enough for me. Take the rest home and eat it. And remember jeans tomorrow, got it?"
"Yes... See you tomorrow morning."
"Damn, she left a ton... All mine."
Jeans, huh—what was she planning for morning?
12. Today, I followed the familiar path to Lee Seo-yoon's house. "Tools today, right? And she'll probably use heels too—will it be okay...?"
Jeong Ga-eun's body climaxed in five minutes from just two fingers, so a chill ran through me before we even started.
Ding-dong.
"Come in."
Unlucky— she was up early today.
"Let me see... Jeans are good, but change your top."
"What should I change into?"
"Something disposable."
What the hell was she planning that required throwaway clothes? The outfits at her place were all for First shifts—expensive stuff...
"Um... These are all borrowed from First..."
"True. You'd ruin them getting soaked before work... Here, take one of mine."
She pulled out a white sleeveless knit.
"Will that even fit me?"
She was a bit taller but super slender, so on me it'd probably...
"Might be a little small for me..."
"So? It's just for one wear-and-toss. Hurry up and change, then hang yourself up. No time."
True—after all we'd done, modesty was pointless.
"This is way too small... Good thing it's stretchy."
"Pfft, what? It suits you perfect. Wear that to First and you'd rake in cash."
"N-no, can't..."
"Fair, you won't wear it after today anyway. Ready to start?"
She hauled out a pile of adult toys. Womanizer, vibrator, rotor, dildo... What the—is that a milking machine? Has she lost her mind? What did the madam tell her?
"Others would need holes cut in the jeans—messy floor. This is best."
After agonizing over the toys, she picked just a rotor and approached.
"Save the rest for nights I'm too sleepy—hang here alone and masturbate with them. Leave video proof."
"Why the sudden change... You hated lewd stuff before..."
"Maybe 'cause you hated it so much? Turns out it's stress-relieving. Beating gets boring... And I'll beat you with this attached anyway."
"Y-yes?"
"Shut up. No more questions—spread your pussy with your hands. This clips on the clit."
I wasn't convinced at all, had a million gripes, but her approaching vibe made me unzip the jeans and spread myself without thinking.
"Fuck, hair everywhere—gonna snag. I'll tape it—you hold it."
"Tape here? How do I remove it...?"
Fresh complaint, but her annoyed face shut me up. I took the rotor, stuck it on my exposed clit.
In that mortifying pose, she ripped off a long strip of tape—reeep—and carefully taped over it without touching my skin.
"Ngh... Hey, shave that bush tonight. Your pussy's filthy."
"What's wrong with some hair... And this is barely any."
Does hers have none? She calls mine dirty, but I admire how pretty mine looks in the shower...
"Y-yes... I'll shave tomorrow."
Even so, I had no guts to argue with that face.