Chapter 69
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 69
Chapter Title: Shadowman (1)
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I had no choice but to tilt my head.
Early in the morning, Yujeong texted saying something was wrong with the cafe laptop, so I came over to help.
It was just a simple Windows update popup.
‘Damn. This girl just called me ‘cause I was sleeping in. Even when I told her to snap a pic with her phone, she said come anyway. Knew it.’
I disabled the update notifications and stood up from my seat.
“Done? You fix it?”
For some reason, Yujeong’s face was flushed red.
She’d probably been holding back a laugh after watching me fall for her prank.
I silently scanned the empty first floor of the cafe.
Yujeong stared at me oddly, getting no reply.
Grab.
I clutched one of Yujeong’s breasts.
She instinctively ducked her head to look at my hand, then slowly raised it.
Knead knead.
I groped Yujeong’s at-least-G-cup breast.
Yujeong glared at me like she wanted to kill me and whispered.
“3.”
As the death countdown started, I meekly pulled my hand away.
I jerked my chin at the laptop and said.
“Service fee.”
“...”
Thwack.
“Gahk!”
I took Choi Yujeong’s merciless low kick straight to the groin and dropped to one knee on the floor.
Yujeong grabbed my hair now that my eyes were at her level.
“Fuck. What the hell?”
I snapped awake.
“Ah, no. It’s not—”
For a second, it felt like middle or high school all over again.
That nostalgic low kick.
She yanked my hair, tilting my head back.
“You little shit. Is my body your fucking toy?”
I rubbed the sore spot but figured I had to speak up anyway.
“No... There was nothing broken. You called me just to mess around.”
“You fixed it?”
Yujeong glanced at the laptop screen.
“Just an update popup. You knew that.”
“...How the hell was I supposed to know? I’m not a computer whiz like you.”
“You could read the text...”
Yujeong tried jabbing my eyes with a V-sign from her free hand.
“Gah fuck. What if it was broken? It’s not even my computer.”
“...Not ‘cause I was bored?”
She let go of my hair and smoothed it out for me.
“Tsk. You think I got nothing better to do?”
She slyly looked away.
Yeah right! Totally called ‘cause you were bored!
“...”
I sat in the chair and silently rubbed my thigh.
Yujeong finally seemed a bit concerned.
“Hurts bad?”
Solar plexus taps are playful, but low kicks? Those are for real.
Leg muscles honed by track aren’t something to laugh off just ‘cause she’s a girl.
I turned away, pretending to sulk in silence.
Yujeong cleared her throat and fiddled with the laptop for no reason.
“So... it’s fixed now, right?”
“Wasn’t anything to fix from the start.”
She crossed her arms under her hefty chest and said awkwardly.
“St-still, you can’t just grab like that out of nowhere, y’know? Right?”
“...”
I silently kneaded the back of my thigh.
Yujeong asked.
“No breakfast, huh.”
“I usually skip it.”
“...Sandwich? With Americano.”
“I’ll pass.”
As I rose from the chair, Yujeong pressed down on my shoulder.
“Eat first.”
“Fine.”
I sat back down.
Yujeong brewed some coffee, warmed a sandwich, and set it on a tray.
“Nah.”
I stopped her.
“Why.”
“Just hand it over. No need for extra dishes.”
“It’s fine. You washing?”
Yujeong set the sandwich and iced Americano on the counter.
“Eat here. Looks bad if customers see.”
“...”
I headed to the back corner booth and sipped the Americano first.
Yujeong propped her crossed arms on the table beside me and asked.
“Good, right?”
I nodded, chewing the sandwich.
“But you sure it’s okay giving this free?”
“Free? I’m buying it for you.”
“Thanks. Digging in.”
“Service fee.”
I swallowed a bite and said.
“Already got my service fee.”
Yujeong bit her lower lip and smacked my ass.
“Drop dead. For real.”
I glanced around the empty cafe and said.
“Vacation got no customers, huh.”
Yujeong flashed a thumbs-up.
“That’s why it’s the dream.”
Fuck~
I forced a straight face and kept eating the sandwich.
I could tell Yujeong was hesitating to speak up several times.
I waited quietly until she finally spoke.
“Hey.”
“...?”
“What about the mission?”
Last week, I posted two missions on the pinkdiva channel: one for a cheap titjob and one to drink all the cum.
[Blue Cat-nim's Mission]
Pinkdiva isn't using her amazing assets!
1. Titjob only to make me cum (oral 5 min allowed): $1000
2. Drink every drop of cum: +$2500
Yujeong said let’s try just the titjob mission first but kept putting off practice.
She seemed repulsed by the idea of sandwiching my dick between her tits to make me cum.
The symbol of femininity.
Especially for Yujeong, with breasts more beautiful than anyone’s—the moment she titfucked me to completion...
She saw it as her precious tits turning into a sex toy.
Even so, for the OnlyFans channel’s growth, she figured she’d have to do it eventually.
The one she really thought she couldn’t handle was mission 2.
$2500.
At 1400 won to the dollar, that’s 3.5 million won.
Saying she couldn’t do it, but with more than a month’s cafe pay on the line, the cash kept dangling in front of her eyes.
I answered casually.
“Just do mission 1 then.”
“It’s 350?”
“What can ya do. Can’t force what you hate.”
“...Have Sujin do it? AI filter might fool ‘em? We split the cash.”
I tilted my head.
“Hmm... You two are too different... Filter won’t cut it.”
“Boobs similar size. Film from below the face right, might work...”
“Shapes are different. Yours more toned, muscular vibe. Viewers’ll spot it. Channel banned, unrecoverable. Like what happened to Ayoung’s shop.”
“...”
Yujeong nervously chewed her lower lip.
I told her.
“Drinking cum’s just nasty, yeah.”
Yujeong flicked her eyes my way.
No need to state the obvious.
I said to her.
“Mix it with syrup or whipped cream?”
Yujeong silently flipped me the bird.
I chugged the Americano and wiped my mouth.
Yujeong asked.
“Subs spike if I film it?”
“Titjob?”
“...Both.”
“Better than the stagnation now.”
“Duh, obviously.”
I said to her.
“How ‘bout this.”
“...?”
Yujeong widened her eyes like spill it.
“I’ll give you the full mission payout.”
Yujeong’s eyes went wide.
“For real?”
I nodded.
“...”
Her face brightened for a sec, then turned dubious fast.
I popped the last sandwich bite in my mouth and said.
“4.9 million won?”
Yujeong shot me a glance and muttered.
“Even for that cash, your motive to feed me your cum pisses me off.”
“Not why.”
“...?”
I sipped the Americano.
“Scared you’ll end up liking it like Sujin?”
Yujeong scowled and shook her head.
“Hah. No way that makes sense.”
Magic dick sparking weird reactions.
Cum that forces orgasms no matter how it hits you.
Some fantasy novel bullshit.
Yeah, doesn’t add up.
Yujeong was dead sure—if she took my load in her mouth like Sujin in the vid, she’d climax and squirt too.
A few times, and addiction hits quick.
‘Already hooked on dick-sucking though.’
I asked Yujeong.
“What you up to today? After shift?”
“After shift? Sigh fuck. English vocab? Shoving your baton down my throat.”
I let out a dry laugh and waved it off.
“Nah. Do that tonight.”
“...?”
“New theater popped up nearby. Free tickets. Wanna hit it?”
“Huh? M-me? With you? Why, wha—?”
“Why what.”
“...”
Yujeong avoided my gaze for some reason.
“You like Marvel flicks. Superpower action stuff. Sujin and Ayoung skip ‘em.”
“Oh. Think I saw a new one dropped.”
Yujeong checked her phone for releases.
“Shadowman?”
I dumped the tray and cup in the sink and nodded.
“Hmm...”
Yujeong skimmed the synopsis, then nodded.
“What time?”
“3:20 showing. Perfect after your shift.”
She grinned.
“Oh. Guess I’m going on a fated date with Kim Minwoo.”
“Movie ain’t a date.”
She swatted my arm.
“Dumbass. Just kidding.”
I reminded Yujeong.
“Hey. Don’t tell the girls.”
“What. That I’m movie-ing with you?”
“Yeah.”
“Why?”
“Unwanted drama.”
Yujeong looked oddly chipper, fake-punching my solar plexus slow-mo.
“Not a date, huh.”
“Yeah, but they might read into it. Hate the grilling.”
She nodded grudgingly.
“Fine.”
“You in?”
Yujeong smiled awkwardly.
“Who today? Hitting Sujin?”
“Yeah.”
“Vacation time’s loose. Go wild.”
“Ahem. It’s work.”
As I stepped from the counter, she grabbed my arm.
“...?”
Yujeong glanced at the ceiling, then let go limply.
“What?”
She awkwardly rolled her eyes around.
“Uh...”
“...”
Then she looked up with a smile.
“Nvm.”
“Spit it out.”
“Nah. Go. Pound Sujin silly.”
“If you wanna different movie—”
“Just go. Fuck off.”
“Be back at 3. Hang in there.”
I left the suddenly pissy Yujeong and walked out of the cafe.
On the way home—
Ding.
Text from Yujeong.
[Choi Yujeong] Sorry
I smirked.
‘Cute.’
Probably sorry for the low kick.
[Me] For what?
Instant reply from Yujeong.
[Choi Yujeong] 🖕
Pretending ignorance embarrassed her good.
I chuckled and headed home.