Convenience Store Yerim (1)
The seasons had slipped past August's swelter, and a cooler September had arrived.
Watching his wife head back to work and Jia leave for school, Hanbyul finally felt autumn settling in.
"So what am I supposed to do with myself now…"
He muttered the self-pitying complaint while watching the two of them dig happily into the breakfast he'd laid out.
"Hmm…? Is our Hanbyul lonely?"
Jiwoo's smile and the atmosphere around her had grown denser, richer—soaked through with all the love she'd been receiving lately.
"N-no… nh…♡"
Makeup had pushed her looks to another level entirely. The cool, haughty sensuality rolling off her made her feel like a different person.
"Then want to come hang out at school, Dad?"
Jia had dressed up just like her mother, and the overall effect was sharp and beautiful. If his wife was violet light, Jia was a deep, vivid red.
"If you're coming out, you should stop by my company first, right~?"
"Y-yeah… I should pay my respects to Mother-in-law, too."
The CEO of Jiwoo's company was his mother-in-law, and with Chuseok approaching, he'd been meaning to visit.
"Maybe I should try getting a part-time job while I'm at it."
He still couldn't shake the feeling that he was just freeloading, doing nothing. Even after nearly twenty years of marriage…
"Sure. Go ahead and try."
Jiwoo agreed so readily he figured breakfast must have been especially good.
"Really?!"
His voice jumped with delight—and in an instant, his wife's reaction turned ice-cold.
"You think it's real? No. Jeon Hanbyul, why don't you listen to your heavenly wife? Do you genuinely not understand, or are you just pretending not to?"
"Th-thank you for the meal…!"
Sensing something about to explode, Jia bolted from the table. She dumped a half-finished plate in the sink, yanked a hat over her head, and fled for school.
"Hanbyul, have you lost your mind? When I tell you not to do something, there's always a reason. You still don't get it?"
"I-I don't…"
Thinking back on his time working at Jiwoo's sister's restaurant, he couldn't recall anything that would have been a real problem…
"Ah…"
There it was.
"Ah…? Aaah? You just said 'ah.' Fuck. Be honest. Something happened at that restaurant."
Letting that little sound of realization slip had been a mistake.
"Talk properly. If you lie again, or try to mumble your way out of it because you don't want to say it—I'll break your fingers one by one."
She seized his hand. One of hers closed completely around his pinky.
"Talk. Properly. Fuck, breaking things isn't even my thing."
Jiwoo could no longer stand the idea of anyone else inserting themselves between her and Hanbyul.
Their daughter was one thing. Any other bitch was absolutely not allowed. Especially the ones who were nothing but fat stuffed into a chest.
"I-it's not… I mean…"
"Speak."
Pressure clamped down on his pinky. One wrong move and it really might snap—he felt the dread of it.
"I… I got… s-sexually harassed…"
Heavily abbreviated, heavily condensed—but at least it wasn't a lie.
She released his hand and raked her fingers back through her hair. Those fierce eyes sharpened, every inch the Queen.
"Ha… fuck. Where. Which bitch."
She stood, came around beside him, turned his body, and immediately began inspecting him. The moment she heard her territory had been violated, impatience flooded through her.
"I said where."
"Th-there… h-here…"
The memory was hazy, but he pointed roughly at the places that had been groped—his hips, his hands, his thighs.
"Fuckfuckfuck. He's mine. Hanbyul is mine♡ They got their filthy hands on you. Hanbyul, I'll clean you up. Just wait a second. Those fucking worthless bitches. Where do they get off touching him. I'm not losing our Hanbyul. He's mine. Only I get to touch him."
Tongue and hands went to work at once, touching and licking every spot he'd reported as violated.
She was desperate to scrub the contamination away with her own touch as fast as humanly possible.
"Nh—! J-Jiwoo…!"
"Slurp… Shut up! Schlurp… haah…♡ haah♡ Mine. Mine♡"
His hips and thighs were still covered by clothes, so at first she only used her hands—but that clearly wasn't nearly enough. In a flash she stripped his pants off.
"Hgyah…!"
"Move your hands. What do you think you're doing? You like those bitches' hands better? Why are you refusing me. Huh? Why the hell are you refusing. You're mine. You're mine. No one else ever gets to step in again. Without my permission, no one even gets to touch you!"
She greedily licked the soft, glossy thighs that had been gleaming since morning.
One hand mauled and kneaded the plush give of his ass while, from the front, she buried her face against his twitching cock and gluttonously sucked at the thick meat of his thighs.
Schloooorp…
Kiss marks and teeth marks bloomed under Jiwoo's mouth.
"J-Jiwoo-aaah…♡"
She was still in a shirt that clung to every curve and a skirt that laid her hips and legs bare…
And she was his beloved wife. Arousal hit him almost at once.
Once she'd marked enough of him as her territory, Jiwoo made a reluctant little smacking sound, disappointment plain on her face.
"There's a reason I told you not to get a part-time job. Got it? Next time you so much as mention working somewhere—I honestly don't know what I'll do to you. Ha… fuck… It's not like you're putting up a billboard begging to get fucked, but you're way too sexy♡"
Hanbyul panted hot breath, tongue already out, begging for a kiss.
If it weren't for work, she would have shoved him down right there and taken him. But she had a promise with her mother, so she settled for a brief kiss and left at once, determined not to be late.
"Mwah…♡ Haah… I'll be back. Wait for me like a good boy. My love♡"
"J-Jiwoo-aa…♡"
Left burning the way he did on the days his wife went on business trips, Hanbyul ached with unrelieved heat.
Once both mother and daughter were gone and the house was empty, he dragged his feverish body through cleaning up breakfast.
"Haa…"
He'd thought housework might cool him down a little. He'd been badly wrong.
The sound of shampoo being squeezed out, water sloshing, Jiwoo's underwear, objects still carrying her scent—everything kept stoking him.
Maybe taking out the food waste would help, if only because of the smell. Even that fell through.
They were out of bags…
"Ah… I have to go buy some…"
The situation was painfully similar to last time.
The memory of running into Yerim on the way back from throwing out the trash rose up. Half hoping, half dreading, he pulled on a cardigan and stepped outside.
A married man, heading for the convenience store.
Still in heat, with no idea what was about to happen to him.
"Hoo…"
Of course he'd grabbed one of Jiwoo's. The clothes kept sliding off him.
He kept tugging the collar back up over his shoulder as he finally made it to the convenience store entrance.
The peach-sweet scent of skin kept setting his body on fire.
His hard cock rubbed against the cardigan, against his pants, until he was so sensitive he could barely stand it.
He decided he'd buy the bags and get home fast so he could take care of himself.
Ding-a-ling~
Before he even opened the door, unease crashed over him.
In that brief moment, he should have turned around and gone home.
He only realized it—and regretted it—far too late.
"Hello…"
"Welcome…. Ah…?"
The two of them stared at each other as if they'd planned it, and for a long moment neither of them could speak.
"O-Oppa…?"
Just like last time, she checked behind him for his wife. Only once she confirmed no one was there did color flood back into her face, as if she'd finally found the person she'd been waiting for.
It wasn't déjà vu so much as the day repeating itself like a lie.
A morning that started in heat—and now Yerim, too.
"Ye… Yerim…"
Seo Yerim had changed since then.
Her skin held a light bronze glow, as if she'd been tanning, and her body looked even firmer and more solid than before.
That cute, puppyish face, though, was exactly the same.
For some reason he completely forgot he'd come for trash bags. He turned to leave—
"Don't go."
That same low voice from the playground stopped him cold.
"I've reflected a lot since then. I know what I did wrong. So… so… don't go. Don't leave."
That bold, sturdy body of hers looked almost pathetic the way she clung to him.
Unable to simply walk away, he turned—and there she was.
Seo Yerim in a convenience-store vest, hair hanging loose around her face.
"Ye… Yerim, don't…"
Flustered beyond words, Hanbyul froze. She lifted her head and locked eyes with him.
"Oppa. Are you really going to throw me away? I gave you everything. Why are you doing this? Do I have to go crazy before you'll stop? Do I have to die before you'll stop!? Don't leave me. Don't throw me away. I'm sorry!"
Her eyes went past lifted to wide open, shining and wet.
From Yerim's side, she had given him her first time and her heart.
And this man kept rejecting her, lost only in some other woman(?). The resentment was unbearable.
She'd tried to protect him in her own way, not realizing it was his daughter, and gotten slapped for the insults—she felt guilty for hurting him.
But the thought that he'd walked away after everything they'd done, that he'd irresponsibly abandoned her—
All the grudge, the injustice, the sheer absurdity of it mixed together and finally exploded.
"…"
Jeon Hanbyul just stood there in silence.
She grew afraid of whatever wounding words or actions might come next.
He's going to leave for good now…
He's going to throw me away…
If I'd known, I should have done it with him one more time…
Regret hit late. She squeezed her eyes shut and waited for whatever punishment was coming.
Hn…?
But Oppa just kept standing there, completely still, and that made her wonder.
Seo Yerim simply watched him—Hanbyul, who wouldn't let a single word out, only those heated, shallow breaths.
Something about him felt deeply off compared to before. As she studied him carefully, she noticed the unnatural way he kept clutching his collar shut—and decided to gamble.
It could have been anger making him shake. But she knew Oppa well enough that there was another very good reason he might act like this.
M-maybe… is he turned on…?
She refused to lose the chance. Bracing for a slap, she roughly seized both his wrists and wrenched them apart.
At the same instant, a married man's dense pheromone scent hit her nose like a punch.
And there it was—his cock standing obscenely stiff. She knew, deep down, that she'd seized the upper hand.
"Ah…♡"
She was so happy. So full of anticipation. Seo Yerim had won her gamble. Lust gleaming in her eyes, she yanked the thoroughly heated Hanbyul straight into her arms.
"Our Oppa~ You've been holding it in a lot, haven't you♡"