The Third-Rate Shop Owner of a Gangnam Alley
Han Siwoo, twenty-nine.
After barely graduating from a third-rate university on the outskirts of Seoul and finishing his military service, the world turned its back on him completely. Not even mid-sized companies would look at his applications; the big conglomerates were out of the question. The only experience he could list on a résumé was construction site labor, night shifts at a logistics warehouse, and delivery gigs.
With the money he had scraped together through sheer stubbornness, he took over a small convenience store on a monthly lease deep in one of Gangnam’s nightlife alleys. He couldn’t afford part-timers. From morning until the early hours, he manned the counter alone.
Eleven at night.
A woman in a short black dress pushed open the door and stepped inside. The hem barely covered her hips, and the deep plunge of the neckline openly displayed a black lace bra. Every step made her full breasts sway, and the pale skin of her inner thighs gleamed white under the fluorescent lights.
“Owner~ two bottles of soju, an iced americano, and…”
She planted her elbows on the counter and leaned far forward. When Siwoo’s gaze dropped involuntarily, she deliberately pressed her breasts together. The soft curves threatened to spill right out of the dress.
“Condoms. Large size. Two of them.”
She brushed her fingers lightly across his hand as she held out her card. Her nails were bright red, and a thin chain was wrapped around her fingers. The chain tickled the back of his hand.
“Owner, are you open late tonight? When our place closes… I could come back here. Your face is surprisingly decent—my sisters are pretty interested.”
Siwoo rang her up with a blank expression. His pants, however, had already grown a little uncomfortable.
As she left she glanced back once. The short hem of her dress fluttered in the night breeze, briefly revealing the line of her black panties. Siwoo swallowed a low curse.
One in the morning.
This time two women came in.
The taller one had long hair that was nearly purple, cascading down her back, and black stockings beneath a mini skirt. The tops of the stockings dug into the flesh of her thighs, creating soft folds. The shorter one had wavy brown hair and an off-shoulder blouse with one bra strap deliberately slipped down. Both of their faces were flushed, their lips already swollen—clear evidence of deep kissing only moments before.
“Owner, condoms, wet wipes, sports drinks. And… are you going to need one too?”
The purple-haired woman tossed her wallet onto the counter and leaned in deep. Between the open blouse, a black lace bra and the full breasts cupped inside it were almost completely exposed. Her nipples, already stiff from friction against the fabric, stood out clearly.
When Siwoo reached for the items, she deliberately pressed her chest against his arm. Soft, hot flesh molded to his forearm.
“We just came out of a motel. The guy’s already collapsed from exhaustion… but you still look fresh, Owner.”
The brown-haired woman giggled beside her and shot a glance at Siwoo’s pants.
“Unnie’s at it again. Owner, why don’t you lock up for a bit… and rest in the storeroom? We could help you work off that fatigue.”
Siwoo swallowed and finished the transaction. The two women took their bag, pretended to leave, then came back to the counter. The purple-haired one caught his wrist and gently pushed the back of his hand into the valley between her breasts. Hot, soft flesh closed around it.
“I’ll come again later, Owner. Next time… I’ll really let you rest.”
She whispered and brushed her lips lightly across the back of his hand. The warmth and moisture of her mouth lingered on his skin.
After they left, Siwoo had to press the front of his pants once with the hand he’d kept hidden under the counter. He was already rock-hard.
Fuck… every single night is like this.
The nights of Gangnam’s pleasure district constantly shoved women’s bodies, scents, and temptations at him. But he had no money, no time, and above all he could not afford to lose this store.
Two-thirty in the morning.
Customers had almost completely stopped coming. Out of habit Siwoo went into the storeroom. Checking inventory and wiping dust from the shelves was the last routine of his day.
He tried to shift an old metal rack in the corner and his foot slipped. The rack scraped sideways with a metallic screech.
Behind it—there was a door.
A wooden door with a rusted handle. Until yesterday that spot had been nothing but wall.
What the hell?
Siwoo swallowed and laid his hand on the handle. It was cold. When he turned it slowly, the door opened without resistance.
Air completely different from the convenience store’s air conditioning drifted out—grass, earth, and a sweet floral scent. Through the crack he could see faint moonlight.
Two moons.
His pants were still uncomfortably swollen, and the warmth and saliva the women had left still clung to his palm. Staring beyond the door, he muttered low.
“…What is this?”
Siwoo hurriedly shut the door. Sweat beaded on the palm gripping the handle. His pants remained stiffly tented. The body heat and saliva the women had left on the back of his hand were still there.
What the hell was that just now…
Two moons. The smell of grass. Sweet flower scent.
He pushed the rack back into place and returned to the counter—then stopped dead.
Beyond the glass door stood the purple-haired woman who had bought condoms only a little while ago. This woman, named Sera, was a frequent visitor to the store. In short, a regular customer.
She still wore the mini skirt and black stockings. But her pupils were clearly tinged red, and a meaningful smile curved her lips.
When Siwoo opened the door she stepped in first. The air that came with her carried a sweet, alien fragrance thicker than any alcohol.
“Owner.”
Sera planted both hands on the counter and leaned far forward. The black lace bra was fully visible between the open blouse, and the full breasts inside it seemed ready to spill forward under their own weight. Her nipples were already hard enough to push against the lace.
“What I bought earlier wasn’t enough. Condoms… one more box, please? Large size.”
While Siwoo scanned the barcode, Sera reached across the counter and seized his wrist. Her grip was stronger than expected. She forced the back of his hand deep between her breasts. Hot, soft flesh enveloped it from every side—the weight, the elasticity, the damp skin all transmitted clearly.
She deliberately rubbed her breasts left and right, guiding the back of his hand toward her nipples.
“Haa… your hands are warm, Owner. We just wore out one guy in a motel and came here. And still… it’s not enough.”
Her other hand went to the front of his pants and touched him directly. She cupped the already-hard length in her entire palm and slowly stroked up and down.
“Wow… it’s really big. Are all men like this? Or are you just special, Owner?”
Sera half-climbed over the counter and brought her mouth to his ear. Hot breath wet his earlobe; the tip of her tongue slowly licked the outer shell.
“You just came from the basement storeroom, didn’t you? I can tell by the smell. You reek of damp air.”
When Siwoo tried to pull his wrist free, Sera only pressed his hand harder into her chest. At the same time she lowered his zipper and slipped her hand inside. Bare skin met bare skin as she firmly gripped him and stroked gently.
“I’ll show you what a new feeling is like… with my body.”
Sera bent her knees slightly and brought her face under the counter. She pulled his pants lower and slowly licked the fully erect length with her tongue. Saliva wet it with soft, wet sounds.
“Haahm… delicious. Owner, right now… can I suck you here? Just lock the front door.”
She sealed her lips around the head and slowly sucked while looking up. Her red-tinged eyes gleamed under the fluorescent lights. Purple hair spilled across his thighs; her breasts swayed between the open blouse.
Siwoo gripped the counter and barely held on. Sera’s mouth was hot and wet; her tongue focused relentlessly on the underside of the head. Spit ran freely, soaking him.
On her knees she took him deeper. Long purple hair brushed his thighs; a mix of saliva and pre-cum stretched in thin threads from the corners of her mouth. Every wet suck and pull made Siwoo’s hips twitch forward on their own.
“Haa… Owner’s cock really tastes good.”
Sera pulled off for a moment, swirling her tongue around the head while looking up. Lust glazed her reddened eyes. She pulled the front of her blouse open with both hands and completely freed her breasts. White, full flesh swayed into view; the already-hard nipples shone pink under the lights.
“Touch my breasts with your hands, Owner. If you touch them while I suck, I think it’ll feel even better.”
When Siwoo lowered his hand, Sera pressed his palm firmly against her breast. Soft, heavy flesh overflowed between his fingers. When he twisted a nipple between thumb and forefinger, Sera let out a thin moan and swallowed him deep again.
“Eup… hup, haa…!”
One hand stroked him rapidly up and down while the other hiked up her mini skirt. Between the black panties the flesh was already soaked. Sera pulled the panties aside and thrust two fingers into herself, pumping them fast. Wet squelching sounds filled the empty convenience store.
“Owner… I’m already like this down here. Even after coming once in the motel… I’m like this again.”
She mumbled around his cock. Spit ran down onto her breasts; droplets slid along her nipples.
Siwoo could no longer hold back. He grabbed her head and began moving his hips. Sera offered no resistance, opening her throat to take him deep, eyes narrowed as she looked up. Tears gathered at the corners.
“Eup…! Eup-eup…!”
Every time he reached her throat her Adam’s apple bobbed; mixed fluids dripped to the floor. Sera fingered herself more frantically, approaching climax with her mouth still full of him.
A moment later Siwoo thrust deep and began to come. Sera sealed her lips tight, determined not to spill a drop, and swallowed everything. The sound of her throat working repeatedly was clear.
She slowly pulled off, wiped the white fluid from the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and licked it clean. Then she stood with a satisfied expression. Her blouse was still open, breasts fully exposed; clear fluid ran down the insides of her thighs beneath the mini skirt.
Sera brought her mouth to Siwoo’s ear and whispered.
“Owner… I’m not finished yet. This time I’ll ride on top. I can lay you on the counter, right?”
She wrapped her hand around him again—still half-hard—and slowly pushed him toward the counter. Faint neon from the sign outside filtered through the glass; the night of Gangnam’s pleasure district was still deep.
It was the dead of night and the street was empty, but he still couldn’t risk anyone walking in. Siwoo hurriedly locked the door and stuck up the “temporarily closed” sign. In that short time she straightened her clothes, then came to him again.
Sera pushed Siwoo onto the counter as if laying him down. Cold stainless steel met his back and he let out a small groan. She hiked the mini skirt all the way up and pulled the already-soaked black panties aside. Pink flesh came into view; clear fluid slowly ran down her thighs.
She took his still half-hard length in her hand and slowly rubbed it against her entrance. Hot, slick sensation wrapped the head.
“Haa… Owner’s cock is even hotter than it felt in my mouth earlier.”
Sera slowly lowered her hips and took him inside. Inch by inch… every time she sank down her inner walls clenched tightly around him—hot, wet, writhing as if alive.
“Uuuh…! It’s… all the way in…”
Fully seated, she twisted her hips left and right. Her breasts swayed heavily; when Siwoo reached up and squeezed the full flesh she let out a thin cry.
“Haaah…! Your hands… squeeze harder. Twist my nipples…”
When he pinched and twisted, Sera’s hips shuddered hard. She planted her hands on the counter and began bouncing vigorously. Wet slapping sounds echoed through the store. Every time her ass smacked his thighs the flesh jiggled and fluid sprayed.
“Owner… I feel like I’m going crazy. Deeper than the motel earlier… so much deeper…”
Sera threw her head back and moaned. Long purple hair stuck to her back; sweat ran down her collarbone and between her breasts. When Siwoo thrust up from below she screamed and trembled.
“There…! Too deep there… haaaah!”
Near climax she ground her hips madly, clamping down on him. Her insides convulsed; hot fluid soaked him.
Just as she was about to peak— a tiny sound came from the storeroom direction.
Creak…
The door crack widened slightly, and a silver-haired shadow slowly appeared. Not moonlight—the convenience store’s fluorescent lights faintly illuminated the silver hair.
Sera seemed to sense it; she stopped her hips and turned her sweat-damp face. A smile mixed with spit and lust curved her lips.
“…Looks like someone’s here.”
Still buried deep on him, she leaned down and whispered into his ear.
“Owner, I still haven’t come. Are you going to let that woman watch? Or… will you finish me first?”
Sera began slowly moving her hips again.
How could anyone come in? Siwoo was flustered. He had definitely locked the door…
This time she deliberately made louder sounds and swayed her breasts toward the silver-haired shadow. The crack widened a little more. A silver-haired woman was peering through the gap with one eye. Her gaze was fixed exactly on the two people fiercely joined on the counter.