Convenience Store Yerim (6)
"Oh my… you're working part-time…?"
The reason the customer looked so startled at Yerim was simple.
I can't breathe…
She had mistaken her for a pregnant woman. Yerim had pressed herself flush against Hanbyul's body and then pulled her knit sweater down over both of them, so the bulge of his frame jutting out beneath her chest looked exactly like a swollen belly.
"You're working even though you're pregnant…?"
"Ah—no, it's fine. I'm only covering for a little while."
"I'm jealous…"
"Sorry…?"
Yerim trailed off and asked her to repeat it, not quite catching the end. The woman only shook her violet hair and answered as if it were nothing. There was far more envy than pity on her face.
"I don't have much to give you, but… here."
She came back with an extra strawberry milk, paid for it along with her other things, and held it out.
"Oh—thank you."
"Take care of yourself…"
And so every customer who left left Yerim with a little more of their concern—and every time, the "belly" beneath her sweater squirmed. Once there was no one left watching and the last person had gone, she hiked the knit up.
"Pwah…! Hah… hah…"
Hanbyul emerged soaked in sweat, staring up at her with a thoroughly dazed face.
"Hah… hah…"
His eyes were completely unfocused as he looked at Yerim, sending her a glance that seemed to ask whether it was finally over—but that was wishful thinking.
"Oppa… why do you keep seducing me? It's your fault I can't hold back."
She shoved him toward the wide storage space under the counter.
"H-here…? N-no, wait—"
He could still form words, but the decision belonged entirely to Yerim. She forced him in on his knees until he was looking up at her like a dog.
"Khh… Oppa♡ Oppa, oppa. You're way too cute."
She kneaded his cheeks with both hands like dough and shoved her hips forward. Whether she meant to scrape his face raw against her jeans or not, she kept grinding against him, ignoring the way he winced in pain.
"Hah… I seriously can't take this…"
She no longer even bothered checking their surroundings; her eyes had gone dull and heavy with lust. When she undid her zipper, her soaked underwear came into view.
"I-I'll do it quick… Just wait… wait for me…"
Hot steam seemed to roll off her as she freed her pussy, glossy and dripping with slick. The entrance fluttered open and shut like a clam, and the neat thatch of hair above it was already wet.
"Oppa, lick mine♡ Hanbyul-oppa loves cock-sucking mouths, right?"
She rubbed that filthy lower half against his lips. The married man was buried against the mound, smeared with wet sounds and the faint, sharp smell of her, rubbing helplessly into it.
"Hurry up and open your mouth."
She seized his head roughly in both hands and shook him against her mound as if she meant to slam him into it.
"Open. Open. Open it. Open up, oppa♡ Open that cock-sucking mouth of yours."
She lifted and dropped her whole pelvis in broad strokes, mopping his face with her pussy. She gave him no room to breathe; his hands wandered uselessly inside the storage space, unable to find purchase.
"If you put your hands on my thighs, I'm kicking you with my foot…♡ Choose carefully, oppa."
That was Yerim's threat. Whether it was tears or her slick running into his eyes, Hanbyul's eyes had gone red. When she saw the married man glaring up at her with resentment and shame packed into his gaze—
"Khh…♡ Oppa, that face is way too dirty…"
Her clit swelled and bumped past his lips with little taps. She stopped with the cherry-plump bud right in front of his mouth.
"Oppa… lick it…♡"
Now she was demanding it outright. Slick sliding down his throat, his eyes flushed red, and that cute face of hers stoking every sadistic impulse—Seo Yerim felt a rush of pure exhilaration at the thought that this man, who looked young enough to be mistaken for a college student, was hers.
"Oppa, later let's go see my friends. I have to tell them I've got a boyfriend…♡"
"I… already have someo— mmph!!"
She jerked her hips back, then drove them up hard and smashed into his face.
"Shut up. If I say come, you come. If you're not my boyfriend, then what are you… ah…? Honey…♡♡♡"
"Khh— s-sto— mmph— ngh— kuh—"
Being unable to resist even once in this humiliating position was bad enough—but getting aroused on top of it made him hate his own body.
"You don't hate it that much, do you? I like you so much, oppa♡ I like you like crazy♡"
She gazed at him with an endlessly loving expression, then suddenly spoke as if she were the most considerate person alive.
"But I should respect your opinion too, so okay. I'll watch what we do today and think about it."
Left with no choice, he parted his lips and stuck out his tongue. It was a graceful line of flesh, flushed a lewd, vivid pink. Yerim, who had been on the verge of pouncing, went still and simply stood there.
Let's see, then…
She was waiting for Hanbyul to lick her of his own accord. He knew it too, so he hesitated, dithering, before finally bringing his tongue to Yerim's pussy.
A single lap.
"Khhhuuuuuuugh!!!"
One lick and her back arched like a drawn bow. Yerim barely kept her wits by bracing a hand on the cigarette rack.
"M-maybe we should stop…"
He ventured carefully, watching the college girl's face—but a PE major's lust was nowhere near satisfied.
"K-keep going… Oppa…♡"
Like a dog marking its owner's body, he began to lick.
"That's my oppa…♡ G-good boy… That's it…♡"
Her hips twitched and jumped as she stroked his head with one hand. And in that exact moment—
Ding-a-ling~
"Welcome…♡"
"Ha, fuck."
The customer who walked in spat a curse the second she entered—and she had every reason to. It was Jia, and they already had bad blood from the playground.
J-Jia…?
That distinctive sharp voice and the sound of her footsteps made it unmistakably clear it was her.
"C-customer…? Why would you curse like that…?"
The aftershocks of pleasure made Yerim's tone come out softer than she meant it to. The moment Jia walked in, Hanbyul's tongue had stopped; Yerim glanced down and ordered him to keep going.
"I'm cursing because there's a fucking bitch standing in front of me. Is that not allowed either…?"
She had been forced to come to this convenience store out of necessity. Knowing that bitch was here and still having no choice but to walk in made her genuinely furious.
"Hhhok…♡ Back then I didn't have a choice either…♡"
"Bullshit."
"Oppa—"
Bang!!!
Jia kicked the counter.
"Shut up. Don't you dare put my dad's name in your mouth."
"Hhh… scary…♡"
Squish. Squish. Squish. Squish.
An irritating wet sound kept reaching her ears, but Jia only wanted to get out of this place as fast as humanly possible.
"That, and this."
She paid for cigarettes and a lighter. She stayed pressed right up against the counter, glaring to make sure Yerim wasn't pulling anything stupid—then she looked down toward the source of the wet noise.
"Ugh… fucking bitch. Go ahead and get yourself off, you freak."
She caught Yerim with her jeans half-lowered, openly masturbating. From Jia's angle Hanbyul was invisible, so she could only assume Yerim was using some kind of toy.
"Here you are… c-customer…♡"
"…"
Jia looked Seo Yerim up and down with pure contempt and walked out.
W-why is Jia here at this hour…
Jia came home after lectures had ended earlier than expected.
"Dad~! I'm home!!!"
The dad who should have answered, Huh? Jia, what are you doing home at this hour?—the dad who was almost always here at this time—was nowhere to be found.
"Huh? Did he go grocery shopping…?"
Just in case, she tried calling, but he didn't pick up. Only the pointless ringtone kept looping in her ear.
"What the hell…"
She had skipped breakfast, so she ate something first, then tried calling again, figuring he would answer by now. Same result.
"Haa…"
An irritation she couldn't name rose in her chest, tight and heavy, like someone had set a rock on her sternum. She felt unusually on edge today, so she stepped outside for some air.
"Ugh, cigarettes again."
She spotted a woman sitting in a corner smoking. As usual she frowned in distaste—but her mood was already foul, and the thought crossed her mind: Maybe I should try one this time?
Which was how she ended up at the nearby convenience store. The very one where Hanbyul and Yerim were.
After sending Jia off, Yerim flashed a crooked little grin. Wearing a victor's smile, she hauled Hanbyul out.
"Oppa… isn't that your daughter? You got hard with your daughter standing right there? You're a pervert too, oppa…♡"
She eyed his fully risen cock, then flung him down onto the floor—barely wide enough for one person to lie on. He hit with a wet slap, unable to put up any resistance. His gray hooded zip-up was stained, his clothes rucked up, and his pants had snagged on something on the way out and slid down, making him look all the more filthy and exposed.
"Oppa…♡ I can't hold back anymore…"
"Hah—don't—"
He begged her not to even as his cock twitched greedily. His pants had already slipped low enough to offer up his cock without a fight… and Yerim, losing her mind at the sight of oppa's cock after so long, skipped every bit of preparation and sank straight down onto it.
Schlick!
"Nnghoooooook!!! T-this is it…♡ This is it…♡ Oppa's cock… fucking love it. Love cock. Cock cock cock♡"
She rode him hard, grinding and working his cock as if she meant to study every inch of it. Beneath the knit sweater hauled up over her chest, her milk-heavy tits swayed and bounced from side to side; her thick, sturdy thighs—like a sturdy sow's—flexed as she fucked him. His cock had been driven into her cunt before he even had a chance to resist. He tried to pull free, but her grip had only grown more unbreakable than before.
The twenty-year-old college girl's sticky, greedy pussy kept devouring the married man's cock as if starving for it. Her walls licked over every surface of his shaft, and her cervix caught on his glans and clenched down around that spot. Hanbyul had become nothing more than a living dildo.
"Hyaaaang… Oppa's cock. Fuck, I love it so much♡ I love ittttt!!!"
Her hips shuddered and she slammed down—thud…! thud…! Slow, but with her full weight behind every stroke, each one delivering a searing rush of pleasure.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
Ass and thighs smacked together, and a cry close to a scream tore out of her.
"Krhoooooook!!!"
Hanbyul's mind was gone.
"Oppa…♡ It feels so good~!"
She perched cleverly on just the head, then drove her hips down with a heavy thud! At the same instant, a soundless scream ripped through Hanbyul.
Hhooooooooook!!!!
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt!!!
"Hah… Oppa's baby batter…♡ Give me more…♡ More~♡"
Only Hanbyul had finished. She hadn't come yet—and even if she had, a college girl this hungry for more pleasure and for pregnancy was never going to be satisfied with just that.