Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: 6. Arbitrary Decision (3)
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The main job of a convenience store part-timer isn't dealing with customers.
It's not restocking shelves, sorting out expired trash, or frying up snacks.
The real job is...
Figuring out how to melt away this rotten time as fast as possible.
Of course, that's strictly from the part-timer's perspective.
The owner's view?
Screw it. They don't even pay minimum wage, so working for less should be fine, right?
"Hmm..."
Right here. Lee Ha-yoon sat at the counter, grinning like an idiot, lost in the same thoughts.
Scrolling through a lineup of KakaoTalk profiles. One stood out amid the rest: just the name 'Seo Woo-jin', no photo at all.
Any guy even halfway decent-looking usually slapped his face on there.
If not that, it was a pet pic or some hero shot.
This guy? Straight-up default avatar.
Nothing special, but it felt oddly intriguing anyway.
Does he hate having his picture taken or something?
Ha-yoon's fidgeting fingers brushed against Woo-jin's profile.
......Opening up an utterly empty one-on-one chat.
"What do I do..."
First message.
Man, woman, whatever—in her 21 years of life, she'd fired them off without a second thought. But this? Brutally tough.
Maybe because he wasn't just some guy... they were dating.
Couldn't even figure out how to start.
Hey?
Not a kid anymore—what the hell was that?
What're you up to?
Somehow, it sounded like... I wanna do something naughty...
On the other hand, shouldn't the guy message first?
Thinking like that felt uncool too.
Emotions swirled in a chaotic storm.
"Ugh..."
Screw it. Complicated feelings?
Overthinking made it this way.
Just like with anyone else. Natural.
Like the big sis, the senior she was...
Send whatever popped into her head...!
─What're you up to?
She hit send.
Yeah, it had that misleading vibe... but not a huge misunderstanding.
...Not like she wanted him yanking her hair during sex or anything...!
Ughhh...
So embarrassing... gonna die... arghhh...
Ha-yoon shuddered, then slapped her phone face-down next to the counter the second it sent.
Ding-a-ling. The door opened. An elderly gentleman bought a mild pack of Esse cigarettes and left.
Something about a robbery incident,
and advice to yell loud if anything like that happened again—real concern in his voice.
"......"
About two minutes passed like that.
Should've buzzed by now. But the flipped phone lay silent, unresponsive.
Maybe on silent? Ha-yoon let out a tense sigh and carefully flipped it over.
"......"
No reply. Not even the little '1' next to it.
"Ugh..."
9 p.m.
Not that late.
Prime time, really?
Whether you're an early riser with a normal schedule,
or a night-owl gamer crashing mornings (Ji-yoon got like that during long shifts),
this was peak activity hours.
What gives?
Gaming maybe?
Pretty sure he said he wasn't into games last time?
Or not?
Pretending not to care, she fiddled with her phone another five minutes before checking again. Still nothing.
The '1' lingered too.
"......"
A pointless stubborn streak kicked in.
─Got a favorite food?
One more message. She glared holes into the screen.
All the phone did was tick down the battery percentage in the top right: 78%... 77%...
─Gaming?
Just in case, she added.
Ji's word: shooter games took about an hour per round.
So tell her an hour before meals.
Other games might be shorter or longer, but Ha-yoon decided to wait exactly one more hour.
Her phone finally buzzed... right after she hit the bed, drifting off to dreamland.
"Ah──! I want sex──!"
Familiar alley from countless treks.
27-year-old Yojora, sweetly wasted, wriggled on my back as I piggybacked her.
"The office... all bears or some shit..."
"......"
"The cute ones? Even when a hot sis like me offers once, they dodge like impotent losers...!"
"......"
Underneath, 25-year-old me choked down a torrent of curses threatening to spew out.
...If you're horny, just hit a club or something.
Nah, she liked natural encounters. No clubs ever.
Crazy bitch.
"Hey. Woo-jin-ah..."
"Yes, senpai."
"Look at this? Another DM with some dick pic..."
"Got it. Must suck."
"What do you think? Fucking tiny... stood right up just to show me..."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't shove the screen in my face."
"Cheetos? Barely scraping 10 cm...? Pffft..."
"Sigh... Sue 'em or kill 'em, your call. ...Though suing's probably off the table anyway."
"They keep sending 'cause I accept...? Should just kill the bastards... ...Huh?"
Yojora's phone, dangling from the side, clattered to the ground.
A brief chill ran through me after the thud. I sighed and kept walking.
Happens all the time. As long as the SIM's fine...
Money? Whatever. The folks holding my leash topped it up monthly.
"But Woo-jin-ah... even if yours is small, it'd be fine... Sis won't laugh... heh heh..."
"Appreciate the thought."
"Why not... Sis in uniform? You know how rough the train was...?"
"Pretty sure I've heard this one at least ten times."
Morning yawns, staring out the window. Some hand "accidentally" brushes her ass.
Tried ignoring from fatigue, but he gropes over the skirt anyway. Dragged him off at next stop by the wrist.
Walked a bit away,
then into a quiet park restroom alone with the panting suit perv.
Shaking water off her hands, she slips out solo.
Took Japanese cops over three years to catch on. And more stories like that, split by series.
"Gotta hear it eleven times then... Jeez... Anyway, why not sleep with sis...?"
"You said S last time. Your words."
"Mm. So what...?"
"Not into it. BDSM stuff."
"Hmm... Yeah...?"
Even for heroes.
If my target's a perfect S with no clear way in, I'd cut losses clean.
Let alone a villain like Yojora.
Training her? Risk getting topped instead. No point risking skin-on-skin.
Plenty of fish. Why fugu when steak's on the menu?
"I'll make you interested... stay over... Sis'll rub you everywhere..."
"Cut it out. Spit's in my ear."
"Heh heh... nom nom..."
"Goddamn it...!"
"Next time, booze at my place... lock the door tight so you can't leave..."
"......"
Note to self: dodge hard if she ever says 'too lazy, drink at mine' again.
Etched it in my bones as we reached her place.
Uncharacteristically spotless. Felt weird, even after five years of this.
Usually staggering drunk—when the hell did she clean?
Probably hired cleaners regular.
"Whew..."
"Nyaaang..."
Dropped her on the bed. She clutched the fluffy blanket, making weird noises.
I eyed her disheveled clothes,
the pale... underneath.
......
Anyway.
Watched her squirm with half-lidded seductive eyes,
then killed the lights and slipped out of the officetel carefully.
That was it.
For ten straight years. Straight through.
"......Wanna touch sis's body...?"
Alcohol breath whispered from below.
Unlike our normal chit-chat,
hushed so the guy smoking beyond the wall wouldn't hear.
Whisper. Whisper.
"...No thanks."
My answer stayed the same as always.
Soon I'd have hands on Ha-yoon and Ji-yoon. No room for gambles.
Yeah. Head said that.
...Eyes skimmed Yojora's soft curves bit by bit.
A stray thought crept in: Touching's harmless, right?
But I'm rational.
...Probably.
"...Liar... Dick high-schooler till days ago, and you hate this...? No way..."
"Senpai. Where'd you even hear that—"
"Shh, shh..."
"......"
Couldn't spit out "piss off," so I hesitated. Yojora dove straight into my arms.
Pressing so I felt her tits full-on. Squeeze.
Rubbed her face on my chest, looked up with flushed nose tip.
"Pffft... Your face. Hilarious..."
"...What's wrong with my face."
Heard something similar from Ha-yoon.
I blanked my expression on purpose. Yojora giggled back.
"Dunno... baby acting grown-up? ...Ah, yeah..."
"......"
"Fucking adorable... hee hee..."
"......"
"How's sis's tits...? ...Feel good?"
"......"
Japanese thing?
More sexually open than Koreans, so she dives into this talk easy?
Can she twist my "get lost" face into whatever she wants?
...Virgin herself, no experience, yet so cocky why?
Long sigh choked back in my throat.
Answered quietly.
"Fine, you want me to really touch?"
"Pfft... Really gonna...? Ngh..."
"...You cool with me doing whatever?"
"Y-yeah. Sure. Curious what tits feel like, right?"
"......"
"Come on... just once...?"
Before Yojora finished,
I clenched then relaxed my fist, sliding my hand slow through the thin winter fabric.
"......"
Warm from booze, soft skin. Fingertips hit the lacy bra texture.
She smirked leisurely, then her face froze as I unhooked it.
Thus.
The massive, squishy tits too big for one adult hand,
the ones guys nearby always ogled during drinks,
the ones that pinned my back relentlessly every drunken decade past.
I squeezed. Once. Hard.
As hard as I'd held back those ten years.
Squeeze.
Wondered if it'd leave handprints.
Squeeze.
"...S-see? Boys can't hate this..."
"......"
"N-no way..."
"......"
"......"
"......"
Villa first-floor parking lot. Anyone passing could see.
Wall beyond: smoking dude.
Amid that, one hand lifted her white shirt, groping vulgarly inside.
Like lovers.
Tenderly.
Nah—
Perverted.
Chillingly.
Smooth skin edge. Shy nipple tucked inward. I prodded with fingertips.
Short nails scraped her nipple constantly.
Faint twitch as it hardened slowly.
Checked before—tits sensitive enough...
...Anyway.
Nothing special.
Yojora'd be Yojora either way.
No plans to strip her panties...
At all.
"...Ngh..."
"......"
Desire gripped the breast.
Cold sweat seeped at my fingertips.
Spread it wide like kneading dough,
mocking why sweat in this cold? with crude motions for a bit.
...Then pinched her tense, twitching nipple hard with fingers.
Didn't say how to touch, did I?
"........."
No reaction.
Or trying hard not to.
Yojora, eyes only on my face before, now glanced at surroundings furtively.
...Plan was just venting ten years' buildup.
Got defiant a tad.
Shoved the other hand in too.
Brushed aside the dangling bra back, dragged slow over the hidden nipple.
......Until distant footsteps.
Yojora's face flushed shame-red,
"S-stop..."
"......"
"Stop it... you idiot... people coming... can't you hear...?"
"......"
Till then.
Relentlessly.
Squish, pinch.
Tormented her sweat-slick, stiff nipples to my heart's content.
"Fuck, skipping club again with you? Always get caught."
"Bullshit. We don't always get nabbed. Shit happens, asshole."
"This time we're fucked. Check the group chat. All who hit PC bang today? Suspended."
"What the fuck... just smack asses. Why scrap corporal punishment."
Pulled my hand from her shirt. Three black long-padded teens waddled by.
Glanced our way a bit. That's it.
Quiet again. Smoking uncle slunk inside, wary.
Heard us?
Dunno.
...End result:
Just me and Yojora left.
"...Good now?"
"...Huh...?"
"Touched 'em. Like you asked."
"...Asked...? Me...?"
"Beauty trap, right? Isn't it?"
"Th-that's... yeah..."
"Didn't work, as you saw. Head home."
"......"
Done. Anger easing finally.
No need dragging risky ties.
Avenged ten years of torment on Yojora's tits. Now focus Ha-yoon, Ji-yoon.
I brushed past toward the lobby entrance.
"......"
"......"
Stood still a while.
Me punching in the code to enter.
Behind, Yojora straightened clothes, waiting meekly.
Body turned naturally.
"What."
Irritated snap.
Yojora answered.
"...It worked... the beauty trap..."
"Pardon?"
"This."
Pointed at my bulging pants.
Yojora said.
"...Was rock-hard just now..."
"......"