9. Night Shift at the Convenience Store
A few days had passed since I'd first spied on Choi Hyunjeong naked in the shower and jerked off to the sight.
In that time, I'd been invited to dinner at the landlord's house almost every day, and after a few rounds of those meals naturally turning into drinking sessions, I'd become close with the whole family. Sometimes I'd get so drunk I couldn't even make it back to my rooftop room and just crashed on their sofa.
Even though I was visiting the landlord's house so often, I never got another chance to be alone with her like before or catch another glimpse of her naked body. But as the evenings started getting warmer and her clothes got shorter and thinner, I could at least feast my eyes on the voluptuous curves straining against the fabric.
Whenever she bent over, the deep cleavage spilling from her gaping T-shirt was killer, and the way her massive ass asserted itself even through her pants, with the faint outline of her panties peeking through, was pure temptation.
Using those glimpses of her erotic allure as fuel, I'd made a habit of jerking off every night by rubbing my dick against her stolen purple panties... Choi Hyunjeong had no idea I was using her underwear for my solo sessions.
Meanwhile, Park Jia, who'd once suggested we grab a drink together, had been too busy to show her face, so we still hadn't shared a single drinking session.
She'd arrive home just as the drinking wrapped up, give me a wistful look, and repeat that we'd definitely drink together next time.
After the first day with two quests at once, no new ones had popped up for days, and I was starting to get antsy—right on cue, on my first night shift at the convenience store, the third quest I'd been waiting for appeared on my lens.
And it was a thrilling one...
It was a Saturday afternoon, my first weekend since moving into the rooftop room. As arranged with the Convenience Store Owner the day before, I showed up right on time to sign my employment contract.
He grinned ear to ear the whole time I filled it out, barely hiding his joy at finally finding someone for the night shift.
After spending about 30 minutes walking through the store with him and reviewing the procedures, my past experience came rushing back, and I knew I'd handle everything smoothly.
We shook hands with promises to do our best, I headed back to the rooftop room to kill time waiting for the new quest over the weekend, and before I knew it, Monday evening—my first shift—had arrived.
Considering the night shift, I took a good nap during the day, had dinner with the landlord's family, and arrived at the store at 9:50 PM, ten minutes early for my 10 PM start.
The daytime owner, looking a bit tired, greeted me and started the cash register check.
"Alright, Hyeong-sik, I'm heading out. Take care of things till morning."
"Sure thing, get some rest."
"You got it. Good luck."
Once he'd finished the handover—cash check and all the little details—and left, I was alone in the store, and my first night shift began.
True to form for a store near campus, it was packed with drunk college kids until around 2 AM. Once that died down, things finally quieted, and I could breathe.
I restocked the shelves and fridges, cleaned the messy tables, and before I knew it, it was nearing 4 AM.
[Ding-a-ling]
I was organizing the cup ramen display when the door chime rang.
"Welcome to OO..."
I stopped what I was doing and headed back to the counter to greet the customer, but the woman who walked in looked awfully familiar.
Wearing those navy dolphin pants I'd seen before and a white tank top thin enough to show her black bra underneath, it was none other than the woman from the opposite rooftop—the one I'd spied on and jerked off to.
The moment I recognized her, I panicked like a thief hearing footsteps and fumbled my greeting, but luckily, she either didn't care or didn't remember me, heading straight for the beer fridge without a word.
She grabbed three cans of beer and some dried squid, then came to the counter.
Her face—whose name I still didn't know—carried some deep worry I couldn't place.
[Beep... Beep...]
"That's 13,800 won."
I scanned her booze and snacks, glancing around before calling out the total.
"Hoo..."
She let out a frustrated sigh, handing over her card. She already reeked of alcohol—clearly buzzed.
Once paid, she grabbed her stuff and plopped down at one of the tables out front.
[Pssht! Pop!]
She cracked open a beer right away and chugged it down, then ripped into the dried squid packaging with irritated snaps, tearing bites straight from the bag.
After repeating that a few times, her emotions seemed to settle a bit. She pulled out her phone from her pocket and started fiddling with it.
She stared holes into the screen for a while, then slammed it down on the table with a thud and went back to pounding her beer and snacks.
From the counter, I watched the whole thing, thinking she had some fire in her, but my eyes kept drifting to the outline of her tits straining against that tank top, wrapped in her black bra.
They looked like two massive melons hanging off her chest—at least E-cups. Every frustrated breath she took made them heave up and down, jiggling hypnotically and stealing my gaze.
No customers at this late hour meant no interruptions; I got a solid show of those big, bouncy tits undulating lewdly.
Hiding in the counter's blind spot from the CCTV, I slowly rubbed my 9.9cm dick—0.1cm shy of 10cm—over my pants, savoring the building stimulation.
Even without a quest prompting it, I was shocked at myself for doing this at work, but I couldn't stop rubbing the erection tenting my pants.
It felt like I'd gotten addicted to this perverted shit...
I switched from hand-rubbing to grinding my crotch against the counter's overhang, lost in the addictive pleasure, and 30 minutes flew by.
About an hour and change till the morning shift guy arrived.
She'd finished all three beers and, wasted, was slumped face-down on the table, arms folded under her.
I tore my eyes from her firm tits squished against the tabletop and hustled to finish my remaining tasks.
Another 30 minutes passed; I'd wrapped up everything inside and cautiously approached her table.
"Snooore... Snooore..."
Up close, she was out cold from the booze, breathing in steady rhythms.
Right then, a quest window popped up over her compressed tits against the table—the third quest I'd been waiting for so long.
Sneaky Breast Grope
📍 Time Limit: 2 hours
💀 Within that time, grope the breasts of the woman sleeping in front of you 3 or more times.
🎁 Reward: 12 points
* Failure Penalty: Deduct half the promised reward in points. If insufficient points, apply random penalty to physical stats equal to that amount.
True to the quest title Sneaky Breast Grope, this mission demanded direct contact with the target—unlike before, where it was just peeping.
Groping a woman's tits with my own hands was on another level, and the thought of finally touching those firm, perky breasts I'd replayed endlessly in the library sent shivers of lewd excitement through me.
But I couldn't just grab her chest while she slept without thinking. Dawn was breaking soon, early commuters were already milling around outside, and worst of all, the CCTV covering her table was a huge risk.
If footage caught me groping her and it caused problems later... I shook my head to banish visions of handcuffs and doom, realizing with the generous time limit, I didn't need to do it here.
Then a solid plan hit me—one that could let me knead her soft, pillowy tits risk-free if it went smoothly...
First, I cleared the empty beer cans and trash rolling around the table, then prepped for the morning shift handover.
Once everything was ready, the next worker walked into the store.