Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Pay for the PC Bang Clerk's Anal. (1)
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"Welcome."
Today's not the hairy proprietor.
The part-timer stares at me with her pretty face.
Still as fair-skinned and beautiful as ever.
My heart starts racing.
Let's quickly find some prepared food.
"Don't you have any ready-to-eat stuff here?"
"Pardon?"
"Like boneless chicken or chicken skewers. Even convenience stores sell them these days."
"Oh. We don't carry that."
...Did I strike out?
Maybe lunch boxes or kimbap count as prepared food.
Just in case, I grabbed a bunch of things.
This is not a food category. Cannot use.
"Sir, this won't go through. Do you have another card?"
Strike out.
They said you can't use Sperm Pay in other categories while Free Pass is active.
I can't make any payments to this woman until the end of the month.
Ding-a-ling!
The bell rings as someone enters—the hairy proprietor walks in.
"Oh, you again? You're really a regular here, huh, kid."
"Yeah, well. Haha."
"Not running off today, right?"
"Nah, of course not."
Bzzz!
A text comes in.
Figured you'd open the Free Pass and use it right away, so I tracked your location. You're at that hairy old man's convenience store again. Won't help birth rates, but hey, anything's progress. Next time, with a woman, please. Have a good time!
...I didn't do it.
"What're you buying today?"
"Nah, nothing. I'll head out. Take care."
Outside the convenience store, in the smoking area, I light up a cigarette.
The proprietor follows me out.
"You go to the school here?"
"Ah! Yeah."
He lights his own smoke and speaks.
"Must be a good student."
"Nah, not really."
"So modest. Our part-timer was studying to get into that school too. She's a retaker."
"Ah."
I'd kinda figured.
Saw the college entrance exam books in the corner of the counter.
"Anyway, what'd you come for today just to leave empty-handed?"
"Hey, boss. Ever thought about selling instant foods?"
"Instant foods? Like ham rice?"
"No, you know, like boneless chicken. Convenience stores sell 'em everywhere now."
"Oh, that?"
"Yeah, that."
"We don't sell it. No plans to."
Got it.
There goes that brief hope.
"Takes too much work, and inventory's a pain."
"Makes sense."
"What, you'd come buy it if we did?"
"I'd eat it every day."
"Hahaha. You love it that much, huh? Still no. Too many eateries around the school."
"True."
Disappointing.
I could just go to any restaurant, but right now, I want it to be a woman who knows my face and has seen my dick.
Seen my dick...?
I bow to the proprietor.
"I'll be off. Take care."
The sun's dipping low.
No time to mope.
PC bangs have tons of prepared food.
Ramen, pork cutlets, rice—and these days, even pork belly.
The variable: whether she's working.
Weekend, so maybe.
"Welcome."
A deep male voice.
She's not here.
Guy part-timer today, huh.
Why's this dude so damn handsome?
Glancing around, lots of female customers today.
PC bang's got a clear vibe.
Maybe spit on him and leave?
As I'm turning to go, a familiar voice rings out.
"Oppa! One ramen for me!"
It's Yang Sua.
Playing right at the counter seats.
"Hey, make it yourself."
"Ugh, come on! I'm a customer right now!"
She's even more dolled up than last time.
Date tonight?
I slip into the seat next to her and boot up a computer.
Might as well ogle her figure since it's a bust anyway.
Black sleeveless top, white tennis skirt today.
Cardigan draped over the chair, playing in just the tank top.
Heavier makeup makes her look even icier.
The tattooed girl notices me and greets.
"Oh? Hi there."
No.
Not doing great.
But she greeted me?
Haven't been back since that day—how does she recognize me?
The male part-timer approaches from behind and asks her.
"Sua, know him?"
"Ah! Regular here."
Yang Sua dives back into her game.
The part-timer eyes me like I'm encroaching on his turf, then drapes a hand on her shoulder to mark territory.
"Hey, you're terrible at games—why so intense?"
"Ugh! I'm not!"
He strokes her bare shoulder—sleeveless and all.
Glances at me, then heads back to his spot.
'What a prick.'
Whatever.
I just admire Yang Sua from the side.
Every mouse movement flashes her smooth underarms.
She must've doused herself—smells amazing.
Club or hunting bar later? Who knows.
Just thinking about unloading on those massive tits and that face gets me hard again.
An hour of half-assed gaming later, reality hits: what am I even doing here?
Packing up to leave, the part-timer approaches.
"Sua! Gotta hit the john—mind the counter?"
"Ugh, such a hassle!"
Calling himself "oppa," he grabs her arm one last time before heading off.
Smooth operator.
Yang Sua heads to the counter.
Chance of a lifetime.
"One iced Americano."
Test run.
Does PC bang food count as prepared?
Finish before the guy gets back.
Quick order: Americano.
'Drinks should be fine, right?'
Coffee's out.
"One thousand won."
Swipe Sperm Pay.
'It works!'
Yang Sua's staring at me.
Her expression seems softer than last time.
Wonder why she's changed.
No time for that.
"Yang Sua. Turn around, lift your skirt. Gonna spit."
She turns, hikes up the short tennis skirt.
'Oh...!!'
Black fishnet panties.
This what a 21-year-old wears?
The sheer mesh shows her ass perfectly.
Tattoo stops at the thigh—ass is pristine.
'No time to admire.'
I hawk a massive load right on her panty-covered ass.
"Ptoo! Ptoo! Ptoo!"
Soaks the fabric.
She drops the skirt, turns back.
"Payment complete."
My spit trickles down her thigh from under the skirt.
She stares, then smiles.
"Come here often?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Just nearby."
What?
Why's she acting friendly?
Flush from the men's room.
No time.
"What's quick to make here?"
Even considerate of the part-timer.
"Uh... frozen rice stuff's easiest?"
"Thirty frozen fried rice!"
Lemme see.
7k each.
210k.
This should cover sex, right?
"Thirty?!"
"Yep!"
Part-timer emerges, heads to counter.
"Pay first, quick!"
Sperm Pay out.
'Safe!!'
Dick rock-hard instantly, but whatever during payment.
Straighten up confidently.
"Thirty? Damn."
"Yeah. Oppa, you're busy now? Not helping."
...What?
No reaction?
"Can't process this right now."
Yang Sua to me.
What?
"Wait at your seat?"
"Sure."
Do as told.
Sit, and she heads outside.
'Where to?'
Soon returns with a pharmacy bag.
"Sorry. Weekend, took forever to find."
"Huh???"
What is she even saying?
"Little longer."
She ducks into the restroom.
Half hour passes.
Flushed face, she taps my shoulder from behind.
"Follow me."
Yep.
Right behind.
Wait—women's restroom???
"Uh, this is the ladies'?"
"It's fine. Come in. Call me Sua."
Sua grabs my hand, pulls me into the women's restroom.
"Uwooh!!"
Weird thrill entering forbidden turf.
Sua whips off her tank top.
Still incredible tits.
Then sheds the skirt.
Heart pounding.
First full nude view.
Fishnets still on—hot in their own way.
"Not undressing?"
Right.
Strip if she says strip.
I shed everything.
She's got panties, so I keep mine.
Dick throbbing, ready to burst.
The day I finally enter pussy.
Sua lunges, hugs tight.
Skin on skin—her soft tits mash against me.
'Real... so huge.'
Those massive, full breasts crushed against my body.
Sua licks my neck and ears.
"Haa... haa..."
Panting hard, she presses her lips to mine.
Girl saliva's sweet, huh.
Sua's lips taste sugary.
Deep tongue tangle, then she guides my hand into her panties.
'Wants touching?'
Hand in, I stroke her pussy gently.
Her face sours.
'N... not it?'
Sua grabs my hand, jams fingers inside.
'Ugh... uwooh!!'
Slippery warmth.
Finger in her pussy.
Wet, hot as hell.
Sloppy fluid leaks; wet sounds with every move.
Squelch!...
Schlick... schlick.
"Aa!! Haaang!!"
She moans lewdly with my motions.
Free hand kneads her huge tit.
"Aa!... Haa!! Sir!!! Aang!"
Her moans roughen.
Suddenly shoves my hand away, pins me to the wall.
Thud!
"Ow!"
Sua pins me, sucks my nipple.
Slurp... slurp...
Wow.
What is this feeling?
Never imagined nipples could feel this good.
Just jerked off daily.
Sua strokes my dick while sucking.
As new pleasure shakes me, she nips the nipple.
"Eek!!"
I cum without warning.
Held back since eyeing her body—semen oozes out.
Like pissing cum down her tattooed legs.
Done shooting, she steps back.
Semen given— that's it?
No sex again today?
Sua scoops cum from her leg, tastes it, then says.
"Payment incomplete, sir. Give more."