Chapter 7
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Paying with the Phone Saleswoman... Can't Yet. (1)
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“Why'd that payment take so damn long?”
Jinsu asked as we stepped outside for a smoke.
'Alright. Time to ask him straight up.'
“Hey. You saw my whole payment thing up close, right?”
“Yeah.”
“You were staring the whole time without looking away, yeah?”
“Yeah. Why?”
Jinsu shrugged it off casually.
“So, watching from right there, what'd it look like? Didn't it feel kinda weird or anything?”
“What the hell are you on about? Weird how?”
Truth be told, it bugged me a little.
At the convenience store, it was just me and the clerk.
But at the PC bang, with all those people around, nobody batted an eye—they just kept gaming.
Hell, the guy waiting to pay stood there patiently until my... transaction was done.
“No, I mean, didn't it feel off watching me and the clerk at the counter doing that payment stuff?”
Jinsu clapped a hand on my shoulder.
“Listen, Jinwoo. Us guys? We see a girl smile and look our way, and we think she likes us. Classic delusion.”
Ah.
That wasn't it at all.
“No way some classy, gorgeous woman like her is smiling at you 'cause she's into you. Dream on, buddy.”
You said I was pretty decent-looking before.
“Dude, she was just smiling and telling me to come back! It's called customer service! Service spirit, you know?”
“Sure. Thanks.”
Customer service, huh.
'Payment complete. Here's a little service on the house.'
I flashed back to what just went down with the clerk.
Anyway.
Jinsu's words eased my mind a bit.
If he watched the whole thing from right next to me and it didn't faze him...
“We're here. Your place.”
“Yeah. Wanna come up and hang?”
“Ooh, like ramen and chill?”
“You're insane.”
“Head in.”
“Alright.”
I crashed straight onto the bed when I got home.
There was a text waiting.
'Oh, PC bang payment receipt.'
Lemme check it out.
Payment History
XX PC Bang
Amount: 1,000 won
Act: Spitting in face
(View details)
Payment History
XX PC Bang
Amount: 28,000 won
Act: Breast fondling, paizuri (facial possible)
(View details)
Looking at the receipts, for less than 30,000 won, I spat in some random girl's face and got a paizuri.
And a facial too.
'And it wasn't even my money.'
What kind of luck is this hitting me out of nowhere?
Did I do some independence movement shit in a past life or what?
'Come to think of it, how old is she?'
I tapped view details.
View Details
Seller Info
Name: Yang Soo-ah
Age: 21
Total Spec Grade: B
'21? Younger than I thought. But why only B-grade?'
It puzzled me a bit.
The convenience store girl was A-.
Not that she was anything less.
'I figured she'd be A or higher easy.'
The PC bang clerk had that customer-pulling beauty, those insane tits.
Plus, her shy face was pretty cute.
'Maybe it's not just looks that set the grade?'
There might be other factors I don't know about.
Still, grades do affect pricing, that much seems clear.
Ding!
An app notification popped up on my phone.
Point benefit has arrived.
Oh! Already?
I've been waiting for this.
Wonder what the points unlock.
I tapped the notification.
Point Benefit
- Seller's sexual experience info unlocked.
(Exact count hidden for privacy reasons.)
- Unused points will be lost and not carried over.
- Use points?
What? That's obvious.
They vanish if I don't use 'em?
Then I gotta use them, duh.
Use points.
Ding!
That crappy old-school notification sound from the retro phone.
Damn retro vibe.
I reopened the text.
'What changed?'
View details.
View Details
Seller Info
Name: Yang Soo-ah
Age: 21
Total Spec Grade: B
Freshness: Very fresh (very few uses)
Nothing else changed.
Just added a "Freshness" stat.
Probably refers to her pussy.
...Real classy wording.
'Huh. Surprising. She looks like she'd get railed all the time, but very few uses?'
I checked the convenience store girl's text too.
Name: Yoon So-young
.....
Freshness: Brand new (unopened, similar acts present)
No experience?
Then no boyfriend now either, probably.
'Both surprising.'
They're hot enough to have guys swarming them.
But pussy unused, yet similar acts? What's that mean?
I remembered the convenience store clerk sucking my dick.
'Right. She blew me.'
Guess blowjobs count as "similar acts."
Now it makes sense how grades work.
Not just looks—lots of factors.
Yoon So-young's full virgin, so A-.
Yang Soo-ah's not, so B?
Or maybe tattoos split opinions and tanked her score.
I was freaked out at first too.
I tossed my phone aside after sorting my thoughts.
Need a break this weekend.
This week's been a whirlwind.
Wheee-ooooh!!!
A siren wailed in my half-asleep haze.
War break out or something?
Wooo-ooo! Wooo-ooo! Wooo-ooo!
Weeee-ooooh!!!
What the? Actual war?
Old army habits kicked in—I bolted up and made my bed on reflex.
...?
That's not army bedding.
'What? It's my room.'
That siren's my phone ringtone apparently.
Never set it to that.
Fucking retro aesthetic.
Retro Phone!
“Hello?”
I answered, kinda pissed.
Sunday chill ruined by that obnoxious siren.
“Customer!! How've you been?”
Who dis?
“Hello? Who's this?”
“It's me, customer. You said you wanted a refund on the phone.”
Oh.
The phone saleswoman from the black market.
Sold me this piece-of-shit 3G phone, but ultimately hooked me up with Sperm Pay.
Bless her.
“Ah!! Miss!! What brings you calling?”
Thanks for the amazing product.
Yuksong forever! Er, Yuksong rocks.
'Totally forgot I applied for that refund.'
“Hohoho! What brings me? You applied for refund, and tomorrow's the deadline!”
Right.
I thought I'd been scammed at first, so I did the refund thing.
Had no clue about its killer features.
“Ah, forget the refund.”
“Why not, customer?”
“The phone suits me better than I thought. Retro vibe's all the rage these days, right? Hahaha!”
“Exactly, customer! Saw your face and knew retro was perfect for you!”
Sounds like bullshit, but whatever.
“Yes! Retro's my jam! Old-school charm! Hahaha.”
“But here's the thing. No cancel notice, so I already scheduled pickup. Gotta return the device, customer!”
My mind snapped alert.
Yeah.
I applied and never followed up.
But return this phone?
“Wait, no need for refund. I can just keep using it!”
“No can do, customer! You look like such a pushover, I felt bad dumping old stock on you. Let me process that refund quick!”
More bullshit, but whatever.
“No, seriously, no refund.”
“Can't be helped, customer! Pickup's set—miss it tomorrow, and you'll get pinched for theft!”
Never seen such a rigid woman.
Just let me keep it, why rush the refund?
And theft?
No.
My bad for not canceling.
'Whoa... what now?'
Can't lose Sperm Pay.
Flee the country?
“Look, I love this phone. Any other way? I'll pay extra.”
“Alright then, customer. I'll text an address—meet me there?”
What.
There was a way.
She won't snatch it in person, right?
“Sure. Where to?”
Click.
'What? Hung up?'
Bzzzzt!
Crappy vibration with a map location texted.
'XX Station Exit 2. CAFE Yeonseo.'
I took the subway and got nearby.
'Exit 2.'
Up the exit, short walk, cute little cafe.
“Hello.”
Door opens—she's brewing coffee, the one who sold me the Retro Phone.
“Oh, customer! Made it!”
“Yeah. But you're making coffee yourself?”
Thought we'd just chat over drinks since she called me here.
“Yep! I'm the owner. Side gig.”
Busy bee.
“Grab something. Coffee?”
“Uh, iced Americano.”
“Got it! 3,000 won.”
“...Pardon??”
No free coffee? Gotta buy it?
Fine, capitalism and all.
I eyed the phone saleswoman.
Last time, suit and tidy vibe. Now hair fully up in a bun, giving pure innocent feels.
That 'shithead' ponytail or whatever girls call it?
Exposes the neck, mix of pure and sexy.
Like her right now.
“Why the lecherous stare, customer?”
“No, no!”
She's grinning ear to ear.
'Right. Might lose the phone here.'
I checked my remaining limit.
No exact exchange rate, but should cover it.
'3,000 won? Easy.'
If refund's forced today, wanna steal a kiss from a pure girl like her at least.
Pulled out Sperm Pay.
“Paying with this.”
She looks at me and bursts out laughing.
“Oh my! Gonna fuck me too? Ahahaha!”