The Proactive Girl from the Nightlife District
Siwoo sat at the counter for a long while, staring at the single gold coin Liria had given him as a gift.
She had promised to bring more next time.
The heavy, cold weight of it still lingered in his palm. Liria’s body heat had already faded, yet the memory of her silver hair, her white dress, and the final brush of her lips refused to leave him so easily.
The clock showed it was well past five in the morning. Siwoo let out a long breath and rose from his seat.
He went to the storage room first and checked that the door was properly locked. He tugged on the handle; it did not budge. From the otherworld side, it would be invisible now. He shoved the shelf back into place, completely concealing the door. From the outside it looked like nothing more than an ordinary warehouse wall.
Returning to the main floor, he began the usual closing routine. He checked the refrigerator temperatures, pulled out the triangle kimbap nearing its expiration date, and gave the floor a rough mop. He wiped away every faint trace left on the counter with wet tissues, erasing the remnants of the night he had spent tangled with two women—Sera and Liria—one by one.
Finally he confirmed the glass door was locked and switched off the sign. The alleys of Gangnam’s nightlife district had not yet fully fallen asleep. Distant laughter of drunks spilling out of clubs and the click of high heels still drifted through the air.
With the gold coin in his pocket, Siwoo slipped out of the alley. The buses had already stopped running, so he walked. Home was about a forty-minute walk away. As he moved, he replayed the day in his head.
A third-rate university graduate who had barely scraped together a convenience store. A life so tight he could not even afford a single part-timer. And yet today he had discovered a door connected to another world, shared his body with a silver-haired woman, and ended up with a gold coin in his hand. The real-world Sera had also said she would come again tomorrow.
Siwoo gave a bitter smile.
“What the hell is all this…?”
He reached home just shy of six in the morning. The one-room apartment was small and shabby—nothing more than a bed, a desk, and a tiny refrigerator. He kicked off his shoes and collapsed straight onto the mattress. A crack ran across the ceiling. On any other night he would have fallen asleep at once, but tonight his eyes refused to close.
He took the gold coin from his pocket and set it on the pillow. Even in the darkness without a fluorescent light, the coin seemed to catch a faint gleam. Siwoo stared at the ceiling and muttered,
“With this… at least the rent won’t be a worry for a while.”
The real problem was how to turn the gold coin into cash. Walk into a bank or a gold shop and they would demand its origin without mercy. He would have to look into the quiet channels that moved under the surface of Gangnam.
Siwoo covered his face with his arm. Liria’s wet eyes and Sera’s red lips drifted across his vision. Both women had said they wanted him—one from the otherworld, the other from reality. He laughed low in his throat.
“Haa… I’m going crazy.”
In the end exhaustion won. Siwoo’s consciousness slowly sank. Just before sleep took him he thought one last time: tomorrow evening Sera would come again. And someday Liria would knock on the door carrying more gold coins. His convenience store was no longer the same place it had been.
His breathing evened out. Outside the window, Gangnam’s morning slowly brightened.
Siwoo opened his eyes well past noon. The crack in the one-room ceiling looked exactly as it always did. The few gold coins he had left on the pillow glittered faintly in the weak sunlight. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then slowly sat up. His head felt heavy. For a second he could not tell whether the events of the previous night had been a dream or reality. Yet the solid weight of the gold coins still resting in his palm was unmistakably real.
He slipped the coins back into his pocket and went to wash up. Cold water on his face cleared his mind a little. The face in the mirror looked tired, but the light in his eyes was different from usual.
He reached the store after two in the afternoon. He flipped on the sign and unlocked the door; the familiar convenience-store smell hit his nose. First he stepped into the storage room. Sliding the shelf aside revealed the door still there. He pulled the handle—locked tight, unmoving. He ran a hand over the surface once, then pushed the shelf back into place.
“No sign it’s been opened yet…”
He returned to the main floor and began the ordinary business of the day. The afternoon brought few customers—office workers buying triangle kimbap and coffee, people looking for cigarettes. Siwoo rang them up mechanically while his mind kept turning elsewhere. How to convert the gold coins into cash. Whether Sera would really come again tonight. When Liria might appear carrying more gold.
As evening fell, the air of Gangnam’s nightlife district began to change. Neon signs flickered on one by one; the click of high heels and bursts of laughter spread through the alleys. Siwoo glanced toward the glass door more often than usual.
Sera appeared well after eleven. She wore a short black dress under a leather jacket. The hem was so high that every step bared the clear line of her thighs. She pushed open the glass door and smiled brightly.
“Manager, you kept your word from yesterday? You said not to lock the door—thanks for leaving it open.”
Siwoo looked at her from behind the counter and answered shortly.
“It’s business hours.”
Sera planted her elbows on the counter and leaned forward. The deep plunge of her dress openly revealed a black lace bra.
“I left too quickly yesterday and it felt unfinished. Tonight… we can take our time, right?”
Siwoo checked the surroundings. Confirming there were no customers, he asked in a low voice,
“Here?”
Sera’s lips curved upward.
“Let’s go to the storage room. That’s where the silver-haired girl was yesterday, isn’t it? I want special treatment all to myself.”
Siwoo fell silent for a moment. He could not tell Sera about Liria. The two worlds must not mix. He exhaled briefly and stepped out from behind the counter.
“…Follow me.”
Sera smiled in satisfaction and trailed after him. The moment the storage-room door closed, she seized Siwoo’s collar and shoved him against the wall. Hot lips found the side of his neck.
“How much did you do with that girl yesterday? Tell me honestly.”
Instead of answering, Siwoo wrapped his hands around her waist. Sera laughed low at the reaction and reached for his belt.
“I think I already know even if you don’t say it. Still… tonight I’ll do it properly for you.”
She lowered his zipper and sank to her knees. Under the fluorescent light of the storage room, purple hair spilled across Siwoo’s thighs. Kneeling, Sera freed him—already hard and fully erect. She stroked him slowly with her palm and looked up.
“Did you let the silver-haired girl do this too?”
Siwoo said nothing. Sera gave a short laugh, then extended her tongue and slowly licked the head. Saliva wet the surface with a soft, slick sound.
“Mmm… still tastes the same.”
She opened her mouth wide and took him in. The hot, soft heat of her mouth closed around him and Siwoo’s hips twitched. Sera moved her head with practiced skill—deeper and faster than the day before. Spit ran down her chin and into the valley of her breasts. The black lace bra showed clearly between the open dress, her breasts swaying with every motion.
With one hand she gripped him and stroked rapidly; with the other she hiked up her own dress. Between black panties the flesh was already soaked. She pulled the fabric aside and pushed two fingers inside herself. Wet sounds filled the storage room.
“Manager… am I better than that girl from yesterday?”
She murmured without taking her mouth off him. When Siwoo fisted her purple hair, Sera narrowed her eyes and looked up at him, a spark of life in her gaze. As he began to use her mouth, thrusting, she opened her throat without resistance. Each deep stroke made her throat work; mixed saliva and pre-cum dripped to the floor.
A short while later Siwoo reached his limit. Sera did not pull away; she took everything and swallowed. Her throat moved several times with clear gulping sounds. Slowly she released him and wiped the corner of her mouth with her thumb, licking it clean. Then she rose and whispered against his ear.
“Now it’s my turn.”
She sat him on a stock box in the corner of the storage room and hiked her dress all the way to her waist. She kicked the panties aside, revealing a firm white ass and glistening pink flesh. Sera took his half-hard length in her hand and rubbed it against her entrance. Slippery heat coated the head.
“Haa… everything we didn’t finish yesterday—I’m taking it all tonight.”
She lowered her hips and slowly sank onto him. Inch by inch her insides clenched tight. When she was fully seated she let out a thin moan.
“Nnnh… it’s all the way in…”
Sera gripped his shoulders and began to move up and down. Her breasts nearly spilled from the dress with every bounce; the wet slap of flesh grew louder. When Siwoo raised his hands, seized her breasts, and twisted her nipples, her hips shuddered hard.
“Haaah…! Manager’s hands… do it harder…”
She picked up speed. Her walls convulsed and hot fluid spilled out, soaking the place where they joined. Siwoo thrust up hard from below and Sera cried out as she climaxed. Her whole body spasmed; the tight contractions pushed Siwoo over the edge again. They came together, clutching each other. Sera buried her face against his neck, breathing raggedly.
“Haa… haa… Manager… I really like this…”
For a long while they stayed like that, catching their breath. Sera slowly lifted herself off him. Mixed fluids ran down her thighs. She tugged her dress roughly into place and gave his lips a short kiss.
“I’ll come again tomorrow… Next time let’s take even longer.”
She scooped up her panties, stuffed them into a pocket, smoothed her messy hair, and left the storage room. The sound of the glass door closing followed. Siwoo sat on the storage-room floor for a long time, staring at the ceiling. Sera’s scent and heat clung thickly to his body. Unconsciously his gaze drifted toward the door hidden behind the shelf. It remained locked and silent.
He muttered low,
“…Haa.”
He rose slowly and straightened his clothes. The night of Gangnam’s nightlife district was still deep, and his day did not yet feel finished.
Siwoo remained seated on the storage-room floor for a while longer. Sera’s perfume, sweat, and the scent of their mixed fluids soaked into him. He stood at last and wiped the floor and the top of the box with wet tissues. He straightened the scattered clothes and checked the shelf once more to be sure the door was properly concealed. He tugged the handle—still locked, unmoving. He exhaled a long breath.
“Haa… this day really is long.”
He returned to the main floor and sat behind the counter. The clock pointed to two in the morning. Customers were almost nonexistent—only the occasional person buying cigarettes or alcohol and leaving. Siwoo took a few gold coins from his pocket and set them on the counter. Under the fluorescent light they glowed softly. Their weight was nothing like ordinary coins.
How to turn these gold coins into cash was the biggest problem ahead. Walk into a gold shop carelessly and they would dig into the source for certain. He needed Gangnam’s black market, or some trustworthy channel.
He pocketed the coins again and began closing. He organized the refrigerator, mopped the floor, tied up the trash bags and set them outside. Finally he switched off the sign and locked the glass door. Stepping into the alley, night wind touched his face. The neon of the nightlife district still burned; distant laughter and music drifted over. Siwoo walked slowly.
On the way home he sorted several things in his mind. First: never open the door carelessly. For now, leave it open only while he was inside the store. Second: never speak of the otherworld to Sera or anyone else. The moment the two worlds mixed, everything could unravel. Third: find a way to cash the gold coins. Stable rent and living money were necessary if he wanted to keep this secret for long.
He reached home past three in the morning. Without even washing he lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes while staring at the ceiling. What drifted across his vision was Sera’s purple hair, Liria’s silver hair, and the night sky of the otherworld with its twin moons.
Siwoo muttered,
“Tomorrow… let’s start by dealing with the gold coins.”
Fatigue rolled over him and consciousness slowly sank.
The next afternoon Siwoo opened the store earlier than usual. The storage-room door remained locked and hidden behind the shelf. The afternoon passed in ordinary fashion—customers coming and going, ringing up sales, checking stock, the endless loop of daily life. When a quiet stretch arrived he left the door inside the storage room unlocked.
Yet as evening came the atmosphere shifted subtly. While Siwoo was looking at his phone behind the counter, a tiny presence stirred from the storage-room direction. Beyond the shelf, the locked door seemed to vibrate faintly. He approached, slid the shelf aside. The handle was trembling slightly. Someone on the otherworld side was clearly knocking.
Siwoo steadied his heart and unlocked it. The door opened, and with a sweet floral scent came a familiar voice.
“Siwoo… it’s me. Liria.”
The silver-haired girl peeked her face through the doorway. In her hand she held a small pouch; the soft clink of gold coins sounded inside it. The tips of Liria’s ears were faintly red.
“Today… I brought more gold coins. And… I also wanted to buy things from your store.”
She looked up at him and added carefully,
“Do you… have time?”