Convenience Store Yerim (3) - Gathering Storm
"Haa... You liked it too, right, Oppa..?"
Yerim asked Hanbyul as she pulled on her pants, freezing halfway through the motion to stare straight at him—as if waiting for the answer she wanted to hear.
In the ominous air that promised she would start all over again if he didn't give her what she wanted, he managed,
"Y-yeah.. I.. liked it.."
He said he liked it. Watching himself feel so little real resistance to something that had essentially been forced on him left Hanbyul with a strange sense of alienation.
His eyes drifted to Yerim's thighs, the muscle twitching with every small movement—and as if entranced, his hand reached out.
"Hyaaaah..♡"
He had touched her.
Soft, yet firm. A sensation completely different from mere smoothness. Just how hard must she train for her body to feel like this?
It wasn't the touch of a man lusting after a woman's body—only pure wonder—but to Yerim, that kind of contact could only register as a sexual invitation.
"Th-that.. O-Oppaah..♡"
"Ah..! Ye-Yerim.. It's not like that.."
"Huh? Not like that? Oppa.. what are you doing? Did you want to go another round with me? You liked it, didn't you? Right? Huh? Doing it with me felt that good, huh. Heheh♡"
Eyes blazing, she threw her entire body at Hanbyul where he still lay sprawled on the floor.
"Yerim..! Guh..!"
"Oppa is finally liking me back♡ Oppa likes me♡ I want to have your baby soon. Let's get married. How about we start over fresh, just the two of us? Oppa? I love you♡ I love you I love you♡ Without you I'm nothing. Oppaoppaoppaoppaoppa."
Seo Yerim clung to him like a puppy, wrapping herself around him from every angle. Her behavior carried such naked obsession it almost created the illusion of a tail thrashing wildly behind her.
Her vest scraped across his face; the pressure of her chest forced him to breathe in her scent in full. Just as fresh stimulation began to stir his limp cock again—
BANG BANG BANG!
"How long are you gonna take!!!"
"Ah, fuck, how long is this gonna take."
The raised voices outside brought the curtain down on the moment.
Only then did Yerim remember she was supposed to be working. She hurriedly straightened her clothes and hurried out of the storage room, her frantic footsteps speaking volumes about her current state of mind.
The moment she stepped out, the situation outside came into full, merciless view.
"Ah.."
Faced with the reality she had traded for a brief stretch of pleasure, she could only stand there, devastated.
And no wonder—beyond the locked door, a sea of people packed the space in a dense, seething crowd...
every last one of them bristling with complaints.
"Is she taking a shit or what..."
"Bitch is taking forever."
"Open up already!"
"Ah, fuck, this is bullshit."
"Oh, she's here...!!!"
At one woman's shout, every pair of eyes locked onto the sluggish part-timer.
Normally a clerk should have come in from outside the store—not emerged from the inside. No one could make sense of it. It could only be read as blatant neglect of her duties.
"What, she didn't even go to the bathroom?"
"Was she jerking off in there?"
"Hey! Open the damn door!!!"
Under the scolding of every woman present, Seo Yerim unlocked the door and bowed over and over.
"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry.."
In the thick, emotionally charged atmosphere that felt ready to explode at any second—
"Whoa.. shit.."
—————.
One person's appearance restored a fragile kind of peace.
A married man emerged toward the crowd, fussing with the front of his cardigan. What looked like semen and love juices clung thickly to his skin, lending his flesh an extra sheen.
"Euhh.."
Face burning red, Hanbyul glanced around nervously.
From the stimulation just moments ago, his half-hard cock was already outlining itself beneath his sweatpants. With every step, fluids trickled down his legs and a thick pheromone scent rolled off him—a lewd body that set every woman's possessiveness and breeding instinct boiling over.
"Holy fuck.."
"Oppaaah, heung..."
"Papa, give me milk..♡"
"Fuck, that's so goddamn hot. Married bastard."
Every gaze pinned itself on Hanbyul.
The ones smoking outside, the ones walking past with their phones out, the ones still browsing the shelves—without exception, they all stared at him with open heat.
Having every woman's attention on him was unbearable. Each sticky look that slid over him made him feel as if he were being violated right there on the spot.
"Uwahh.. P-please stop staring.."
He tried to make himself as small and polite as possible, curling his body inward—but it was useless.
"Oppa. How much?"
"Thirty for one round?"
"You already put out for the convenience store kid—might as well service us too while you're at it, right?"
In the women's minds he was already locked in as a whore who sold his body on the street.
In an instant he was surrounded.
"I.. I'm not someone who sells his body..!"
He tried to push back hard... but—
"Oh, really?"
"Our oppa is so cute.."
"Feisty, isn't he?"
"Go on, snap at us. Come on~"
—it only seemed to crank their lust even higher.
Excited breathing closed in from every direction, along with the feeling of being eye-fucked from all sides.
Just as he thought he was about to be completely devoured—
"Coming through."
A single sentence cut through the crowd and dominated the space. A woman with striking red hair pushed her way through the throng and snatched Hanbyul up.
Full breasts, a wide pelvis, a body that wasn't overly thick but filled out in all the right places—she carried an aura no one dared challenge.
Perhaps that was why. The people simply watched her lead him away... and the moment the two of them vanished from sight, they let out disappointed noises and turned back as if nothing had happened.
Yerim had been basking in victory and the thrill of conquest, timing her own dramatic entrance for the exact moment Hanbyul was in danger—
only for some random woman to appear and ruin the entire plan.
And she had stolen Sleeping Beauty's prince right out from under her.
The man every woman wanted so desperately—the man she had just shared her body with—had been taken from her. The feeling hit hard.
Who the hell is that bitch now...
For now, though, she still had to pay the price of her pleasure.
"No, but what the hell were you even doing?"
"I should really tip off the manager about this."
"I waited forty minutes. Forty minutes!!!"
She had to swallow the abuse of the entire crowd.
Once they reached a quieter stretch of street, the woman finally released the wrist she had been gripping.
"Th-thank you.."
Because she had gotten him out of there, he offered his thanks before even asking her name.
Only then did she turn around. He couldn't place her immediately, but—
"Long time no see."
"Ah..?"
Cognitive dissonance hit Hanbyul hard.
"You don't recognize me? That's honestly pretty hurtful.."
Her face was the same woman who had groped him—and worse—when he had been working part-time at the mother-daughter rice-bowl place. And yet something about her felt familiar.
A familiarity, a sense of déjà vu, that couldn't possibly come from that single encounter alone.
"Hey, you little bastard♡"
The voice finally matched the face buried in his memories. The beauty mark beside her eye sealed it.
"J-Jung Haeseo..?"
"There we go. You finally remember me, Hanbyul?"
She split her mouth wide enough to show every tooth, smiling with a madness that leaked through the edges.
"You.. what the hell is this..!"
The memory of what had happened at the restaurant surged up and he started to snap back—
"Hey. Shut up."
—only to be cut down by a cold, commanding bark.
Right.. this is the real Haeseo..
The day his wife had left on a business trip and his heat period hit, he had run into Haeseo at a bus stop.
For some reason he hadn't felt any revulsion then. He had even felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Was it because he still wasn't used to being in heat? Or had he simply been glad to see her after so long?
While the questions piled up, the woman standing in front of him spoke.
"Hmm.. I really hate it when you think about other things while you're with me."
A single sentence that raised goosebumps over his entire body.
"Ah~ I get it. You're wondering why you didn't feel any resistance back then, right?"
"..."
Just like before, Jung Haeseo was reading his thoughts.
"There's a reason for all of it. I dyed my hair brown. And that Yang Jiu bitch? Disgusting as it is, I did my makeup sharp just like hers. There's more. I wore peach perfume. And I slipped you an aphrodisiac without you knowing. Heheh..♡"
"A-aphrodisiac..?"
"I smeared it on my nipples and you sucked on them so eagerly. You were adorable. Han. Byul."
"Ugh..!"
He had thought he was past it, but fear made his hands start to shake.
Thank god the cardigan was covering him—if she had seen that...
"Oh~ Even with me standing right here, you're not pissing yourself like last time? That Yang Jiwoo bitch must've worked pretty hard, huh?"
"Don't you dare say Jiwoo's name so casually."
"Why? Why shouldn't I? Running around playing with some young bitch, can't even control your own heat—didn't you just finish dumping a whole mess of cum a few minutes ago?"
"Jung Haeseo!"
The way she needled him hadn't changed at all.
"Aww.. so feisty..♡ You should've been this feisty back then too. You just lay there like a corpse, so I kept giving you 'love' just to get a reaction—and somehow I ended up the bad guy."
Unexpectedly, she didn't jump him right away. She kept the conversation going.
He didn't want anything to do with her, but there was one thing he had to ask.
"Why.. did you help me.."
"Ah~ that? I was just wandering around thinking, 'I wonder what he's up to today...' and then I spotted you. So I helped. Why?"
"Don't lie to me."
"Puhahahahah!!!!!"
She clutched her stomach and shook with laughter.
It was broad daylight—if it had been night, he would have collapsed on the spot from the sheer creepiness of it.
"Ah, that's funny.."
She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and beamed at him. There wasn't a trace of actual happiness in the smile.
It was more like she had practiced how to smile and was simply demonstrating the result.
"I can't stand watching my property get ruined by other people."
"So that's why you helped?"
"Obviously. Only I get to break what's mine."
She dragged both hands down her face and let out a heated breath—the telltale sign that Jung Haeseo was getting excited.
"Even if you hate it. We're going to meet again."
"..."
"No—we're destined to meet again, so don't worry. Next time, I'm going to make you mine for real."
Just standing in front of her—just managing to ask a question—already felt like a miracle.
"I'm looking forward to it. See you around, then."
She walked past him with slow, deliberate steps. After dragging her tongue across his entire face, she added,
"Slurp. You still taste so good♡"
For a long time afterward, Hanbyul simply stood frozen in the alley, his face drained white with fear.