The Gluttonous Part-Timer
"Bleeegh!" Drip. Drip.
Something unidentifiable—or rather, something I had no desire to identify—was flowing down my body. It wasn't limited to me, either. Something was also trickling from the corners of Baek Jina's mouth, staining her clothes.
Seria let out a mocking laugh.
"......"
"Still, why did you try to touch a sleeping woman without permission? This is your punishment."
"I'm reflecting on it, so shut up!"
The chunks coming from that cute girl's body were so horrifying they couldn't possibly belong to her. They gave off a bizarre stench that stung my nose. I wanted to describe the catastrophe unfolding before my eyes, but the sight was so awful that I'll spare you the details.
The sexual urges that had been raging out of control just moments ago vanished in an instant. At the same time, an overwhelmingly powerful wave of post-nut clarity hit me—stronger than anything I'd ever experienced. My fully erect member shrank until it practically disappeared, losing all function and falling silent.
I let out a deep, heavy sigh and activated the skill.
"Huu. Clean."
Clean
The filth clinging to my body vanished instantly. Even so, the smell and the lingering discomfort refused to disappear completely. I stripped off all my clothes and tossed them into the washing machine, but the gross feeling remained. It seemed like only a proper shower would get rid of this unpleasant sensation.
"The real problem is over here..."
Baek Jina was still fast asleep, completely unaware of the state she was in. The moment I tried to use the skill on her, a scene from an old movie flashed through my mind—a guy taking care of someone who'd thrown up only to get accused of sexual assault. Just in case, I took photos and videos as evidence.
"This should be enough documentation. Clean."
Clean
The foreign substances on her body disappeared. The smell and sticky feeling, however, remained. If I just tossed her onto the bed like this, the stench and discomfort would soak into the sheets. I decided to take off her clothes and wash her properly.
"What a pain in the ass in the middle of the night."
I removed her top and bottom one by one and threw them into the washing machine. Fortunately she hadn't dirtied her underwear, so I set it aside neatly. A naked, big-breasted beauty now lay defenseless before my eyes. The pink nipples I'd wanted to see so badly were fully exposed.
Yet the insane arousal I'd felt earlier had completely vanished. The combination of post-nut clarity and mental shock made the naked beauty in front of me feel about as exciting as a wooden log.
I was about to carry her to the bathroom when her body suddenly heaved again.
"Jin-nim. Another round of vomiting is coming."
"What? Oh shit!"
I'd thought it was over, but it wasn't. At the word "vomit," my pupils shook like they were in the middle of an earthquake. Thankfully we were already heading to the bathroom, so I quickly positioned her face over the toilet bowl.
"Ugh... Bleeegh!"
I managed to get her there just in time. If I'd been even a second slower, it would have hit my naked body directly. Getting it on my clothes was bad enough—if it had landed on bare skin, I might have lost my mind.
"Hey! Baek Jina! Snap out of it!"
She didn't seem to hear me no matter how many times I called. She was still dry-heaving, as if the nausea hadn't passed. When I patted her back, her enormous breasts jiggled violently. Normally I would have cheered and stared intently, but right now they didn't register at all.
After several more heaves, it finally stopped. An indescribably horrible substance filled the toilet bowl. I immediately flushed it away, making the nightmare disappear.
"Huu. It's over now. I'll wash you, so please don't wake up."
Both of us were naked. If she woke up now, anyone would misunderstand the situation. Praying she wouldn't regain consciousness, I turned on the warm water and began washing her body.
"So damn soft..."
As I washed her, my hands touched her everywhere. Her skin was incredibly smooth and squishy, like a baby's.
"Will you be groping them?"
"I'm not groping anything!"
After trying to touch without permission and suffering the consequences, I'd decided not to lay a hand on her without consent anymore. I washed her with as little contact as possible.
She must have been completely out, because she didn't wake even after the shower ended. I dried her hair, put her panties back on, dressed her in one of my shirts since her clothes were still in the wash, and laid her on the bed. I had no idea how to put on a bra, so I left it beside her.
"Huu. Finally done."
"You've worked hard."
It hadn't been physically exhausting, but mentally it had been brutal. The constant fear that she might wake up in the middle of her shower had worn me out more than anything. I looked at Baek Jina's peacefully sleeping face. She was resting comfortably, completely unaware of what I'd gone through.
I pinched her cheek and let go. The soft flesh stretched like mochi before snapping back. The sight was both annoying and strangely cute.
"Huu. You're cute, so I'll let it slide."
Cute, so forgiven.
"Huaaam. That was a good... Huh?"
It was an unfamiliar ceiling. Baek Jina realized she wasn't in her own bed and opened her eyes in confusion. Her bra lay beside the pillow, and she was wearing clothes she'd never seen before.
Don't tell me...
She quickly checked her panties. Fortunately, they were still hers. But she couldn't relax just yet. Carefully, she inspected inside them.
Whew, thank goodness.
She'd heard that a woman's first time was quite painful, but she felt no pain and no sign that anything had entered her. She let out a sigh of relief.
While looking around to figure out where she was, a delicious smell reached her nose. She turned her head and saw a man standing there. When their eyes met, he spoke.
"You're awake?"
His voice was heavy with exhaustion and fatigue. She looked at him closely. It was Kim Hyunjin—her former part-time coworker and current co-owner of the cafe where she worked.
"Oppa, why are you..."
"Why am I here? Because this is my house. Don't you remember?"
"Remember? Ah...!"
Seeing his face brought back the hazy memories of last night. After meeting at the cafe, she'd gone to his house for dinner. The food had been so delicious that she'd poured herself soju without considering her tolerance and drank recklessly. And then—
Bleeegh!
Amid the fragmented memories, one scene stood out with painful clarity. It was so horrible she wished she could forget it. Only then did she understand why she was wearing someone else's clothes.
Her mind, still foggy from sleep, snapped awake as if hit by a stun gun. Baek Jina bolted upright from the bed and bowed to Kim Hyunjin.
"I-I'm so sorry!"
"Just so you know, I only changed your clothes because you dirtied them. I took photos in case you didn't believe me... Want to see?"
"No, that's okay. I won't doubt you at all, so please delete them right now."
Baek Jina desperately tried to prevent her dark history from being exposed. Seeing this, Kim Hyunjin chuckled and brought the pot he'd been heating in the kitchen over to the table.
"Come eat before you go."
"Yes! Thank you for the meal!"
She'd just woken up and had no appetite after last night's disgrace, but the delicious aroma drew her to the table where she picked up her spoon. The menu was simple kimchi stew with nothing special in it. Yet the moment she took a bite, she realized it was incomparably better than anything she'd eaten at any restaurant.
She'd had no appetite when she sat down, but by the time she looked up, an entire bowl of rice had disappeared.
"Is it good?"
"Yes, it's seriously the best."
"I'll pack the rest for you, so you should head out."
It was a clear order to leave. Since she was guilty, Baek Jina nodded obediently. Rather than scolding her for what she'd done, he was even packing food for her. He really seemed like a good person.
She took her clothes from the drying rack. They were slightly damp but wearable. She went into the bathroom, changed, and came back out.
"Then I'll be going now, oppa. I'll come again sometime."
"Don't! If you come again, I'll definitely touch your breasts!"
"Hehe. Eat well, oppa."
Pretending she hadn't heard the "don't come back" part, Baek Jina returned home. Once there, she threw herself on the bed and kicked her blankets, remembering the disgraceful scene she'd caused.
Kim Hyunjin wasn't exactly a stranger, but they weren't particularly close either. Yet she'd gone to his house, gotten completely wasted, and even thrown up. It was a relief that nothing had happened. If she'd passed out drunk at some other man's house, who knows what might have been done to her.
No one knew better than Baek Jina how crazy men went over her body—specifically her breasts.
He must have seen my breasts too, right?
The fact that Kim Hyunjin had changed her clothes meant he'd seen every part of her. He could have easily taken advantage of her, but he'd held back and done nothing.
Didn't he say he'd touch my breasts if I came again?
She couldn't tell if it was a joke or serious, but the fact that he'd said it suggested he wasn't completely uninterested. Still, he seemed like a good guy who wouldn't do anything bad without permission.
Lost in these thoughts, she realized it was already lunchtime. Just thinking about the packed kimchi stew made her mouth water. It had tasted that good with almost no ingredients. She wondered how amazing it would be if he made it properly with care.
After warming up the stew and taking a spoonful, Baek Jina muttered quietly to herself.
"...Letting him touch my breasts should be fine, right?"