Chapter 90
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Day 2 (2)
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That's weird.
Yujeong didn't seem any different.
'Should I count that as a blessing?'
Her breasts and ass were already at peak perfection—perfectly shaped and sized to look amazing.
Any bigger, and it'd ruin them.
Yujeong blinked her big eyes at me.
"What's up?"
Her gaze shifted to the laptop screen.
She looked at me like I was pathetic.
"Weren't you gonna study?"
On the screen, naked female characters were auto-farming daily quests.
"Getting to it now."
"Haa... Seriously. You're killing me."
Yujeong came over and perched on the arm of the sofa.
More precisely, she sat half on the armrest and half on my thigh, basically nestled right up against me.
She grabbed my chin and gave it a light shake.
"Hey. Didn't you say no more games?"
Her "hey" had this cute, playful lilt to it.
"You said it was fine."
"Ugh, what am I gonna do with you?"
Yujeong was giggling to herself.
Her face said she found me utterly adorable.
"Just keep spoiling me, then."
"If only you weren't all talk."
Yujeong let go of my chin.
She stood up and said,
"But seriously, why the sudden urge?"
"No reason. Yesterday, Sujin was saying her boobs feel bigger."
"Yeah?"
"And Ayoung said her ass feels bigger too."
Yujeong tilted her head slightly.
"Hmm. Not sure about Sujin, but Ayoung definitely looks like it. Wait, no—Sujin mentioned something like that during her shift too. Said they're getting tight and annoying."
She immediately checked out her own body.
"Not me, though?"
Yujeong flashed a confident smile and cupped her massive tits with both hands.
Squish squish.
She kneaded them herself.
Ah.
Fuck, I wanna pound her so bad.
I was rock hard this morning already.
It was like Yujeong had molded even more perfectly to my body.
Yujeong grinned wickedly.
"After all that yesterday and this morning, you want more already?"
I nodded and patted myself on the back mentally.
"Yeah. Can't overdo it."
Yujeong pouted at my response, then muttered,
"Well... it's not like we can't."
Right on cue, the cafe door opened and a customer walked in.
"Welcome!"
Yujeong scurried back to the counter.
A moment later, once the customer left with their coffee, she came back to me.
Just as she reached me again,
-Satisfaction Delivery. Ding~
A delivery order popped up.
"Ugh, damn it."
Yujeong grumbled and headed back to the counter.
Soon, the delivery guy came and took the drinks.
She started heading back to me again.
This time, the door opened and three guys walked in.
Ugh, you assholes.
They could've used the kiosk, but no—they always go straight to Yujeong to order.
After she handed them their drinks, the guys sat at the four-person table against the wall opposite me.
"Whoa, fuck. She's gorgeous."
They said it loud enough for me to hear, but just quiet enough that Yujeong wouldn't.
Yujeong sat at the counter and texted me.
[Choi Yujeong] Stressed
[Me] Why
[Choi Yujeong] Working
Tell the boss not to say shit like that.
[Choi Yujeong] Ugh I just wanna go home and slobber all over Kim Minwoo's dick
[Me] We did plenty this morning
[Choi Yujeong] I could do it all day
Blood rushed straight to my crotch.
Click.
Huh?
The sound of a phone camera shutter.
I instinctively glanced toward the three guys.
Nope.
They were just talking soccer among themselves.
I turned to Yujeong.
She was smiling with her tongue poking out a bit, clearly pleased with the photo she'd just snapped.
[Me] What're you doing
[Choi Yujeong] You're so handsome I had to
[Choi Yujeong] [Photo]
The photo she sent was just a normal pic of me.
Is this what they call love goggles?
Once they're that thick, they're indistinguishable from hypnosis app effects.
A bit later, the guys left the cafe.
Probably saw Yujeong taking my picture and figured out I was her boyfriend.
Yujeong cleaned their table, then hurried back to me.
She hopped onto my thigh and the armrest again, just like before.
And snapped a selfie with her phone.
"Smile."
Click. Click.
I forced an awkward grin and posed with her.
Yujeong giggled as she scrolled through the shots.
She set one of them as her messenger profile pic right away.
I was a little worried, but since it was her multi-profile—visible only to me—I let it slide.
"Gonna head back to work? You study now. I won't bug you."
Yujeong went back to the counter.
She just wanted to take pics, huh.
Come to think of it, we didn't take a single photo together during yesterday's date.
I checked her profile.
With the filter, my face actually looked pretty decent.
Yujeong didn't even need filters.
In one corner of the pic: D+1.
*
Around 11 a.m., the cafe started getting busy.
Once the first floor filled up, I headed upstairs.
'Lounge till 3, then head home with Yujeong.'
Lunch? Grab a cafe sandwich and call it good.
If I were home, I'd just game or nap.
Being out here actually made me feel like studying.
Yujeong texted during a quiet moment.
[Choi Yujeong] Whatcha doing
[Me] Studying
[Choi Yujeong] Liar
[Me] For real
The "1" stayed for a bit—probably a customer.
Soon it vanished, and a reply came.
[Choi Yujeong] Lunch plans
[Me] What about you guys
[Choi Yujeong] We take turns going out or eat sandwiches in the break room
[Choi Yujeong] But we feel bad so mostly sandwiches. They're free for part-timers at lunch anyway
[Me] ㅠ
[Choi Yujeong] Why? They're delicious af
They were good.
Yujeong followed up.
[Choi Yujeong] Want a sandwich?
[Me] Yeah coming down
[Choi Yujeong] Stay put
Oh?
She'll bring it?
A minute later, Yujeong showed up with a tray—sandwich warmed to perfection.
"Sir."
Our eyes met, and she beamed, placing the tray before me with the poise of a fancy restaurant server.
"Enjoy your meal."
Neatly beside it: fork, wet wipe, little water glass.
Never thought I'd get this treatment from Choi Yujeong.
As she turned to go, I looped an arm around her waist and pulled her down.
"Eep!"
She landed in my lap.
Not many people on the second floor.
Plus, my spot was a semi-private study nook in the corner, shielded by an opaque partition.
No door, and CCTV in plain view—no place for couples to get frisky.
But I was different.
Owner privileges.
Startled, Yujeong tried to get up, but I pulled her tighter.
She poked my chest and whispered,
"What're you doing~?!"
She glanced outside the partition, paranoid about being seen.
I grabbed her tits under the uniform.
Yujeong smirked.
"Must've loved how I tasted this morning, huh?"
I pecked her cheek and let go of her waist.
Yujeong stood up.
"Staying till 3?"
"Yeah. So we can go home together."
She straightened her clothes and asked,
"You still got some left in the tank?"
"Plenty."
"Perv."
Yujeong grinned and headed back downstairs.
I tried focusing on studying, but next thing I knew, I was browsing date spots for me and Yujeong.
'Really need to buy a car. Or get Dad a new one and take his.'
Got a nice chunk from stocks.
Cafe profits hitting the bank steadily too.
Lost in those thoughts, a shadow fell over me.
I jolted and turned.
"Oh. Buying a car? I've been thinking about it too."
Kim Sujin stood there, peering at my laptop.
I tried not to look startled.
"When did you get here?"
"Just now."
Sujin sat across from me.
Flowy skirt to the knees, oversized tee.
I checked the time.
11 a.m.
"Isn't your shift at noon?"
Sujin nodded.
"Hey. Wanna do it at my place real quick?"
"Time's tight."
Even allowing 10 minutes round trip, 50 minutes was iffy.
It wouldn't actually take 50 minutes for one round with Sujin, but we had a routine: go, pause, repeat—at least twice, minimum two hours.
"Tch."
Sujin smacked her lips in disappointment, then stretched her leg under the table.
Her foot brushed between my legs.
"What're you doing?"
Sujin snickered.
"Just checking on my dildo. Missed it after one day apart."
"One day? We did it yesterday morning too."
"..."
Sujin propped her chin on her hand and stared at me silently.
Suddenly, I remembered the day she got punished and suggested going raw.
'That was almost two months ago.'
Right here, too.
In a way, it was the start of everything.
Sujin, who'd been staring, finally spoke.
"Hey. Kim Minwoo."
"...?"
"What's your type?"