Part-Time Job (8)
"Boss, mind if I step out for a sec? Gotta hit the bathroom."
"Huh? What, you need permission for that? Just go."
"It's my stomach... might take a bit. It's been cramping up a little since earlier. I rushed dinner to get here early, maybe I got indigestion."
"Aigoo, sorry about that. Go on, take your time. No new orders piling up right now anyway. Get some fresh air outside too. I'll handle the drinks for the tables."
Seonghwan had bought himself time with the stomachache excuse on purpose.
Boss. Sorry. If I'm wrong, my stomach'll settle quick and I'll be back fast.
He wasn't even sure. He figured his hunch was probably off. He just wanted to check.
Fuck, Yuri doesn't even know I use the handle 'PorkLoverWithCurves' anyway?
But that last note she'd sent had weird phrasing.
She set a specific time. I thought it was morning, but it didn't actually say morning. And going into the men's room first thing in the morning? That's fishy too. Not like it's the dead of night or dawn— that time, university bathrooms or public ones are full of guys coming and going.
Of course, slipping into the men's room at a packed dinner spot like this at 8 PM, surrounded by dudes, was even crazier. He'd kept telling himself it couldn't be, but the time, the outfit, and her still not showing up—all the clues screamed suspicious.
Fuck... in all these years, you're the only one—human—who's had me this on edge. I admit it, FreshmanAssQueen. No, Min Yu-ri, you seductive bitch.
As he rounded the corner, Seonghwan's legs started to shake.
With Yumi that first time, he'd been insanely hyped beforehand, but hauling her on his back had cooled some of it off. Right now, though? Excitement and nerves had him barely standing.
Huff huff huff.
His ragged breaths heated him up as he turned the corner and stood before the men's room door.
Gulp.
Please. Min Goddess. I worshipped you like you said, but testing me like this? That's going too far, right?
Despite his shaky heart, Seonghwan gripped the door handle, resolve hardening.
Let's go.
Click. Creak.
Thump thump. The lively chatter from the hall faded from his ears. Only the rusty creak of the old door hinge pierced the silence.
Despite the worn door, the restaurant's bathroom was big and spacious—rare for a grill joint, with two stalls. The boss always stressed cleanliness, and the cleaning lady kept it spotless.
Thump thump thump.
Seonghwan was relieved to find it empty, eyeing the two side-by-side stall doors. One had a slight gap—empty. The other, in the far corner, was shut tight, impossible to tell if occupied.
No sounds...? Did I get it wrong? Should I just shove it open?
Normally, someone inside would cough or rustle. But dead silence from behind that sealed door.
Someone could walk in any second. Time to gamble.
As he raised his hand to knock, a thought froze him.
The note said exactly five knocks: knock knock knock knock knock.
He hesitated, then rapped the back of his knuckles slowly.
Knock.
No way.
Knock.
Can't be, right?
Knock.
What if it is?
Knock.
This ain't fucking 007.
Knock.
Please... oh God.
The fifth knock landed. Click. A latch from inside, and the door cracked open.
Huh? What... the fuck? For real... for real??
Through the narrow gap, no one visible yet. Thump thump thump thump thump thump thump. His heart went berserk.
Seonghwan squeezed his eyes shut, pushed the door. Creak.
"...Hngh?"
Finally, the door swung wide. Peeking out: Min Yu-ri, black blindfold on, shirt hiked up and bitten between her teeth, underwear and skin fully exposed, perched on the toilet.
****
"Hm?"
"Yeah? What's up, hyung?"
Minhwan glanced back at the counter, tilting his head. His junior, sitting across, asked.
"Something wrong?"
"Nah. Just thinking."
Minhwan clinked glasses with the junior, sipped, then eyed the corner with the bathroom sign.
Already ducked out? Figures, guy's all about reading the room. Gets bored without supervision and starts slacking.
After a quick chat and clink, Minhwan stood.
"Whoa, where you headed?"
"Dude, you my babysitter now? Gotta ask permission to piss?"
"Ah... haha! Hyung, you promised second round tonight. Just scared you'd bail."
"Worrying over nothing. You think I'm that guy?"
"Hahaha! Sorry. Go ahead, we'll be drinking without you."
"Cool."
Behind the wobbling Minhwan, juniors laughed and chattered happily.
"Yo, Minhwan hyung's buying second round—where to?"
"Where else? Beer hall, duh."
"Idiot, you wanna stick to cheap beer? Why else we kissing up to that stuck-up prick?"
"Huh? Thought you just liked him."
"Crazy. Everyone just plays along 'cause he's full of himself. Nobody in the dept really likes him."
"Then why we glued to his table?"
"You didn't know? He stopped hanging with us last year for 'studying,' but he always hooks it up—drives us home, goes hard. First time drinking with him, he even took me to a girl bar."
"No way?"
"Why lie? Might not always, but karaoke at least. With girls."
"Fuck, you had a plan."
"Pfft, obviously. Cheers anyway."
****
Seonghwan's trembling hands moved on instinct now.
Click. He slammed the door shut, locked it instinctively.
Even hearing the lock, Yu-ri didn't flinch under the blindfold.
You... fuck... you know it's me?
Might be delusion. Maybe waiting for some other guy from the club. Or 'PorkLoverWithCurves' was someone else.
But his gut screamed she knew.
Gulp. Fuck it, know me or not, doesn't matter now.
Shaky hand reached out, brushing her lips lightly.
She flinched—clearly not expecting it—then extended her tongue, licking his finger.
This slut... fuck! No turning back.
He hadn't even meant to touch her lips like that. The surreal setup, her glossy red lips so tempting—he just did it without thinking.
But her lick sent a dizzying thrill through him. The wet warmth shot chills up his spine.
Grab!
He clutched the white bra peeking from under her hiked shirt.
"Hngh!"
She moaned softly at his touch, but he didn't hesitate, yanking her waist closer, unhooking the bra without pause.
The white bra slid down at his pull. Now he saw her pale flesh head-on.
P... pink nipples. Fuck. So... goddamn pretty.
Pink areolas, already stiff enough, stood out stark against her creamy skin—almost red. And perky right away.
How big were they?
As big as the pics. No... way bigger.
You never know till you see 'em bare, huh? He'd gauged from photos peeking through her tops.
Wrong. At least a full cup bigger than I thought.
Couldn't just ask outright. Did she even know it was him?
Unsure, he clamped his mouth shut, just drinking in her body.
Her breasts: plump, perfectly round. He couldn't look away.
He'd gotten the signal via message, but no clue on boundaries.
Then.
"Hnnngh... h-hurry..."
Yu-ri, who'd stayed silent even opening her secret space to a man, feeling him ogle her bare chest—now urged him on.
Her strained voice dripped embarrassment.
Seonghwan mustered courage.
Feeling his dick straining against his pants, he grabbed her bare tits raw.
"Ahk!"
Short moan escaped her, but no stopping his hands now.
Her breasts deformed in his grip, flesh spilling between fingers.
His other hand pinched and twisted the opposite nipple.
"Kyaaah!"
Fuck, that moan... ugh.
If she moaned like this normally, less hype. But the Ice Princess, cold as ice, letting out lewd whimpers? It wrecked him.
Squeeze squeeze squeeze squeeze.
Staring down at her blindfolded face, he mauled her perfect tits wildly.
They were flawless to look at, but...
Still... Yuri's face...
Mouth parted, drool at the corner—flushed from his touch.
Unlike her icy norm, blindfold or not: blushing cheeks, parted lips screamed erotic.
So pretty!
He admitted it straight. This woman yielding her chest, writhing under him—too beautiful.
Always untouchable beauty; now toyed with by his hands, feeling it all? Even more stunning.
Panting openly, pleasure raw on her face. Irresistible.
Unthinkingly, mouth agape, he leaned toward her face.
"Haaaang!"
Twisting helplessly under him, she felt his hot breath, cried out lewdly, parting lips wider.
Waiting for him. He couldn't hold back—pressed his mouth to hers.
No demand needed; her mouth opened, tongue seeking his.
"Hnnnghmp."
"Hnnnghr."
And then.
Creak. Thud.
Someone opened the bathroom door. Seonghwan and Yu-ri froze, lips locked.
Footsteps approached their stall. Knock knock knock.
"Anyone in there?"
Seonghwan panicked, ripping his lips free. Yu-ri clapped a hand over her mouth, shocked.
Fuck. Hyung, how?!