Part-Time Job (9)
Thud thud. "Who's in there?" Minhwan's knocks on the door grew more aggressive, his words shorter and sharper. Seonghwan had already realized his brother knew exactly who was inside. But he couldn't bring himself to answer rashly.
Fuck. If Yu-ri figures out it's me and hears my voice right now, I'm done for.
Bang bang. "Hey. You wouldn't be Seonghwan, would you?"
Ah... shit. No room for excuses. Seonghwan squeezed his eyes shut and finally pulled his hand away from Yu-ri's breast, still cradled in his palm. Lacking the courage to check her reaction, he turned his back to her, facing the sink, and shouted out.
"Yeah. It's me."
A derisive snort came from Minhwan once he confirmed Seonghwan's voice. "Hah. Knew it. What the hell are you doing in there?"
"Isn't it weirder to ask what someone's doing in the bathroom?"
"That's only if you're a customer. You think the boss is out there working while the part-timer's holed up in here?"
Seonghwan bristled at Minhwan's cynical retort. "Do I have to check if it's okay to have a stomachache? The boss actually told me to go to the bathroom and take a break."
Minhwan chuckled dismissively as he headed to the sink. "Fine, whatever. What's the point of grabbing a guy mid-shit?"
The sound of running water filled the air from the faucet. Only then did Seonghwan turn to check on Yu-ri. She had her hand clamped over her mouth, holding her breath. He'd worried she might freak out or panic upon hearing his identity, but there was no sign of it.
So... she knew. But how the hell has she been snapping pics out there all sneaky-like? And where did she get the guts to come into the men's room in the first place?
As Seonghwan stared at her, Minhwan—finishing up washing his hands—called out again. "Hey. Part-timing's fine and all, but don't blow your hard-earned cash on stupid shit."
Stupid shit? To outsiders, it might sound like typical brotherly concern. But Seonghwan caught the heavy warning in his tone.
To gauge his intent, Seonghwan feigned confusion. "What're you talking about? Telling me not to waste money? I've taken plenty of shit for other stuff, but never for blowing cash."
"That's before you start making real money. Don't waste it on girls like an idiot—save up for something useful, like cram school."
Girls? What the...?
When Seonghwan didn't respond, impatience crept into Minhwan's voice, laced with irritation. "Goddamn it, you really don't get it? Don't blow cash on girls for no reason on shit like White Day. You get that? You're the type who gets fish-hooked by girls, spends all your money, gets nothing back—not even a real relationship. Perfect for your solo fantasy dating bullshit."
Hah... fuck. White Day was the day after tomorrow. Seonghwan had just started this gig, his first paycheck months away—Minhwan knew damn well there was no connection.
He's straight-up telling me not to get Lee Yeon anything.
It had been the same last year. Before that, as a student—then a repeater, a third-timer—he'd had no spare cash or time for gifts. More accurately, he'd hesitated too much. Always overshadowed by his brother's flashy presents compared to his own meager efforts. Yeah, that was it.
But the guy who'd always accepted Valentine's chocolates couldn't just ignore White Day. Now a college student at last, Seonghwan had finally mustered the courage to prepare something. But...
'You gonna make yourself feel good by making the recipient uncomfortable?'
'...What?'
'Hyun's one thing, but Yeon—noona's the type who gives back double what she gets. She's job-hunting right now. You might've lost track of time these past two years as a repeater, but she's swamped. You gonna make her worry?'
'............'
'She turns down even my dinner invites saying she's busy. Don't be a bother.'
Seonghwan knew full well there was a giant candy bag and small gift box on his brother's desk. Still, part of it rang true, so he'd conceded.
"Don't think everyone at Korea University is all cultured and principled. You ever actually dated? Girls see a plain-looking guy flashing cash and treat him like easy prey. They bleed you dry and leave you hurt. Look at yourself—total pushover for seniors, juniors, anyone."
Minhwan spewed his venom, the wall between them. Just moments ago, Seonghwan had been groping Yu-ri's breasts.
Fuck... I'd brush it off alone, but in this fucked-up situation...
He was used to his brother's barbs since childhood, but here, they hit hard. As resentment boiled and tension knotted his body...
Swish.
??
Yu-ri's hand slid up his back, groping his stomach, then slowly up to his chest and shoulders. Startled by the blindfolded girl's fumbling touch, Seonghwan panicked briefly—but the arousal Minhwan had killed roared back to life.
What... the hell? What's she doing in this situation?
Yu-ri's hand seized his arm. Swish... guiding it... pulling it to her breast.
Ah...?
Whether she'd just realized who he was or known all along—it didn't matter. Seonghwan read the meaning in her pulling his hand.
She's... comforting me?
She pressed his trembling hand to squeeze her breast, overlaying her own hand on his. Instinctively, he gripped hard.
"Ngh!!"
A stifled moan escaped Yu-ri's lips.
"Hm?" Minhwan caught it somehow. "Hey, asshole. You listening? What're you doing?"
The sound of him shaking off water and shutting the faucet echoed. But Seonghwan couldn't focus on that. Yu-ri, who'd guided his hand to her chest, clung to him more aggressively.
As he savored the soft, firm feel of her breast, her hand trailed up his neck, finally wrapping around it and pulling him close. Like she was saying, Ignore everything else—focus on me.
Her lips glistened moistly. Hot breath slipped from her parted mouth. Blindfolded, but he felt her gaze on him.
Thud thud. Minhwan's footsteps approached, but Seonghwan had no time to look.
Yu-ri tightened her arms around his neck, drawing his face to hers. He knew exactly what it meant.
Bang bang bang bang. "Hey, asshole! You hear me?"
Minhwan pounded the door, grating on his nerves, but Seonghwan—lost in Yu-ri's face—couldn't reply.
"This fucker. Ignoring his brother outright?"
Leaning into her pull, Seonghwan brought his face to hers.
"Hey! Kim Seonghwan! What the fuck are you doing?!!"
Seonghwan saw it. Just before their faces met, a blooming smile on Yu-ri's lips.
Min Yu-ri... you crazy... insanely... beautiful bitch!!
Finally, he pressed his lips to hers. The moment they touched, her tongue met his, lapping greedily at his saliva.
"Mmmph~"
Slurp. Suck suck.
Seonghwan decided to ignore the world outside. It was the proper etiquette for this maddeningly adorable girl before him.
"...What the fuck is this guy doing?"
Minhwan halted at the moan from inside. Listening quietly, he kicked the door in disbelief. "Constipated or what? Moaning like a porn star."
Finally, he turned and left the bathroom. "Hurry the fuck up and get back to work! Don't leave the old boss hanging while you slack off, tsk."
With Minhwan gone, Seonghwan went wild. Kneading her breasts furiously, he gripped her neck and thrust his tongue deeper.
Yu-ri responded eagerly, stroking and hugging his neck. His hands roamed her breasts and stomach, caressing her silky skin, until...
"Nngh?"
His hand invaded her pants.
"Hnnngh~"
She flinched as his hand dove in suddenly but soon melted into the kiss, relaxing. Emboldened, Seonghwan slid down to her panties without hesitation.
Soaking. Dripping wet. Fuck, she's drenched.
Could any woman tempt a man like this? Blindfolded, panting hotly, sweat beading on her forehead as she clung to him. Offering her stunning face and soft, bouncy breasts anytime. Decadent. Lewd.
As his hand properly stroked her panties, Yu-ri writhed and clung harder.
"Haaah~ Nngh~"
Twisting, yet pulling his neck tight—like she was lost in ecstasy.
No experience.
Seonghwan could tell from her reactions. He'd suspected she enjoyed this lifestyle, but she reacted shyly, unfamiliarly to every touch—making him feel guilty.
How'd a girl like her get this bold...?
Begging for his kiss. Trembling at his touch yet yielding her body. He couldn't understand.
But one thing was clear: Her shy gestures ignited a savage urge to ruin her. Roughly, he shoved his hand into her panties.
"Haah?"
As if she hadn't expected that, she tightened her arms around his neck. But Seonghwan ignored it, rummaging inside.
Stroke stroke stroke.
"Kyahng~"
She released his neck, grabbing his arm inside her panties, flustered. But her grip lacked real resistance.
Emboldened, he extended a finger... parting her folds, slowly probing the entrance to her pussy bit by bit.
"Aaaaaahhh~"
Her mouth gaped, her lewd cry echoing through the bathroom.
"Ah... ahk. N-no... I'm... first time..."
Understanding her stammered words fully, Seonghwan gently stroked her cheek to ease her tension. Knowing she might be a virgin, he didn't push in. She was aroused enough to soak her panties, so he teased her outer lips instead.
Stroking her cheek, he kissed her again. "Hnnngh~ Smack smack smack."
Yu-ri opened wide, welcoming him. Slurp slurp. Sticky saliva mixed, lewd sounds filling the air as his hand resumed caressing her pussy.
"Hoooong~."
She moaned into his mouth, trembling. The cool intrusion of his finger at her virgin entrance contrasted with the sticky heat. Shivering, she grew aroused by the stimulation.
Feeling her slick juices coat his finger, Seonghwan explored her cavern slowly.
Might be a hymen—gotta be careful. Don't wanna hurt her accidentally...
Her disheveled state fueled his destructive urges, but place and time weren't on his side. His fingers roamed her clit and folds. His other hand kneaded her thick breast wildly. Their mouths fused, tongues tangling stickily.
They devoured each other frantically—licking, groping, clinging desperately for pleasure.
"Slurp. Suck suck suck."
"Lick lick."
Drool dripped. His hand grew slick with her juices.
"Hnnnngh~."
Suddenly, Yu-ri shuddered violently, lips tensing. Her pink nipples hardened stiffly.
"Haaaahk. I... I'm..."
Orgasm?
He'd been groping and sucking her wildly, but with little experience, he wasn't sure how to proceed.
Still, his hand on her pussy sped up. Parting her wide, he roughly rubbed her erect clit.
"Kyaaaaah!!"
Her scream rang out deafeningly.
Shit?
Luck had kept people away so far, but if someone came... Seonghwan clamped his mouth over hers, shoving in his tongue.
"Mmmph! Mmmng! Slurp slurp slurp~"
Instead of swallowing her scream, she devoured his tongue, unleashing her ecstasy.
Squirt squirt. Her thighs quivered as juices gushed out.
"Hnnk. Hweeeeng~."
Her wails leaked between kisses, body convulsing wildly.
"Hngh!! Kyaaah~"
Finally, Yu-ri climaxed.