There Was No Need
Sometime after Jeongseo left for work, Yeoeun finally drifted back to consciousness.
“Haaah… Again?”
The last coherent thought she could recall before blacking out was a frantic sense that she was in serious trouble. The sensation of Jeongseo’s cock boring relentlessly into her pussy, forcibly carving out a wider path inside her, remained overwhelmingly vivid. That hard, monstrously thick club, wrapped in deceptively delicate-looking skin, had churned through her depths without mercy. Battered by wave after wave of blistering stimulation, her brain had simply shut down, plunging her into unconsciousness.
Even now, awake and breathing, the phantom sensation was so vivid that she half-believed his cock was still buried deep inside her.
“Ow, ow, ow… Everything’s stinging.”
From the day she surrendered her virginity to him, Yeoeun had known there was something deeply extraordinary about Jeongseo’s body. Everything she had seen and touched felt pristine, untouched by the world. His skin was silky and pale, his breath smelled fresh the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, and his natural scent was genuinely fragrant. Any of those traits on their own would have been remarkable enough, but an even greater secret rendered them trivial by comparison.
His body harbored a miracle.
A member so immense it defied belief, paired with an absurd reservoir of physical stamina and virility. On top of that, he possessed a fiercely assertive, dominant demeanor in bed that was utterly unimaginable for a man in this society.
Is it because the kid grew up without the usual preconceptions?
Yeoeun chose not to overthink it. To her, Jeongseo was simply a wondrous, singular existence. Never mind the slight sting to her feminine pride at being so thoroughly subjugated by a man; she had every intention of taking this secret to the grave, even if he hadn’t asked her to keep quiet. Why would anyone point the world toward a hidden treasure?
Jeongseo is way too dangerous.
She knew it by pure instinct. From the instant they first coupled, her body had been rewired to the point where she could never live without him again. Any other woman would have succumbed to the exact same obsession. To the women of this world, Jeongseo was salvation. He possessed a weapon capable of thoroughly plowing every inch of a woman’s deepest canals—a territory no artificial dildo could ever hope to conquer. He might very well be the only man alive capable of delivering profound, bone-melting satisfaction and rolling orgasms to a woman.
While Jeongseo still doesn't know much about the world… He said I was his first.
She resolved right then and there to remain glued to his side for the rest of her days. Before other women could catch his eye, she needed to bind their relationship with unbreakable chains. Her heart and body had already been stolen completely.
From their very first encounter, living under the same roof, Yeoeun had fallen helplessly under his spell with terrifying speed. And on that rainy spring afternoon, the final nail had been driven straight into the coffin. The moment Jeongseo breached her depths, a permanent anchor had lodged itself in her heart. That was simply how critical sexual fulfillment was to the women of this world.
Even putting that aside… how could anyone not fall in love with a boy like that?
Jeongseo had been weighing his options and carefully playing hard to get to keep her in check. In truth, there had never been any need for such tactics.
“Guess I’d better clean this up quick and get some real sleep.”
Her thoughts lingering on Jeongseo, Yeoeun dragged herself out of bed. Remembering her younger foster brother’s immaculate habits, she decided to tidy the room before passing out again. She scrubbed away the wet stains she had left across his bedding and gave the room a generous spray of deodorizer. Only after finishing did she notice a folded slip of paper resting on the desk.
Clean up the rest yourself, noona. Scrub.
Yeoeun froze on the spot, staring at the note. That single, mocking word.
“Scrub… A scrub? Did he just call me a scrub?!”
In this world, being called a scrub carried the exact same humiliating sting as mocking a man for premature ejaculation in Jeongseo’s past life. Yeoeun’s pride as a woman was already hanging by a thread. She had collapsed from sheer ecstasy before her partner could even reach climax, leaving the aftermath unfinished—and she had done it twice in a row. The scribble on the note rubbed coarse salt directly into her wounded vanity.
“After how hard I held back… and he has the nerve to tease me?!”
A wave of indignant sorrow welled up inside her chest. She had endured so much restraint just to avoid earning his disapproval. She had gone out of her way to keep the apartment tidy, thrown herself into her live broadcasts, and clamped down on the blistering urges that flared up every time she laid eyes on him. Spending nights masturbating to the image of his face had been an act of heroic self-control on her part.
And after all that, he kicked me out into the cold on my day off!
She had secretly been brimming with anticipation. Jeongseo had promised that if she worked hard, he would treat her to something incredible on her break—something so amazing it had to be kept a secret. In reality, Jeongseo had never phrased it quite like that, but Yeoeun had wildly embellished the memory in her own mind. Yet when her scheduled break arrived, he had brushed her off with excuses about being busy and refused to keep her company.
She had tried to swallow her disappointment like a mature older sister, but this crossed the line.
“Just you wait. I’m getting revenge.”
Muttering darkly under her breath, Yeoeun crumpled the note in her fist and marched into her bedroom. She grabbed an item resting on her display shelf and plopped down in front of her computer desk. Rubbing her bleary, sleep-deprived eyes, her fingers began tapping furiously across the keyboard. In her zeal to plot a petty, adorable little counterattack, her resolution to remain on her best behavior slipped clean from her mind.
Slowly, her unvarnished self was beginning to show again. Simple-minded and uncomplicated by nature, Yeoeun’s temperament proved to be an absolute blessing for both of them.
Leaving the unconscious Yeoeun noona behind, I set off for work. By now, the route between the apartment and the cafe was second nature. Although mapping apps suggested a few shortcuts through the alleys, I strictly adhered to the main avenues for safety. I planned to explore the side streets later with Yeoeun noona beside me.
Chime.
“Good morning.”
“Welco—oh, you're here! Early again today?” Boss replied, handing a takeaway cup to a customer as she returned my greeting. I slipped off my mask and made my way toward the back room.
“Excuse me… Boss?”
“Yes? Did you need anything else?”
“No… not that. Is that guy a part-timer here?”
“Ah, yes! He’s our new employee.”
“Whoa… Got it. Well, have a wonderful day!”
The hushed exchange between the patron and Boss filtered past my shoulders, accompanied by the distinct prickle of a stare glued to the back of my head. Cafe Dalteulak featured two back rooms: the storage room I was currently stepping into, and an office equipped with a desktop computer. I stowed my bag, tied my apron around my waist, and stepped out onto the floor.
“Jeongseo, you know you only need to show up five minutes before your shift.”
“It's fine, Boss. Arriving a little early gives me peace of mind.”
I stepped behind the counter to swap positions with her. Today, Boss was dressed in a crisp white button-up blouse paired with a black A-line skirt. Until now, she had almost exclusively favored form-fitting knit dresses—the kind of attire my past life would have categorized as the classic new-town housewife look. Today’s ensemble carried a distinctly different vibe.
Dressed like that, she almost looks like a high schooler in uniform.
Having swapped spots, Boss bent over to retrieve a discarded receipt from the floor. Through the unbuttoned collar of her blouse, a generous view of milky cleavage and the delicate lace edge of a black brassiere came into plain sight. Looking at her now, her chest was remarkably substantial. When wearing those tight knit dresses, she must have been using minimizing undergarments to keep her silhouette understated.
“Hiring you was truly the best decision I ever made. You're simply adorable.”
“Thank you, Boss.”
Straightening up with the receipt in hand, Boss offered a radiant, lingering smile. Just like that, the morning shift kicked off with her customary shower of praise. And right on cue, as I gracefully absorbed her compliments, the morning rush began to pour through the doors.
During the early hours, virtually every customer was ordering takeout. I handled the register and took orders while Boss pulled shots and assembled drinks.
“Thank you. Have a wonderful day.”
“Hehe, yes! You too, barista-nim!”
A familiar regular accepted her cup with an overt blush and hurried out. The cafe seemed to boast an impressive roster of regulars, and contrary to my initial worries, none of them caused any trouble.
“Jeongseo, you must be tired. Why don't you sit down and take a quick breather?”
“I'm alright, Boss. I'll get the dishes washed and tidy up the floor first.”
“Pace yourself. You really work too hard for your own good.”
With the primary tidal wave subsided, a brief lull settled over the cafe.
“By the way, with this many regulars, how on earth did you manage the morning rush all by yourself before?”
“Hm? Does it feel that crowded to you?”
“Yes. Even counting just the regulars, mornings seem pretty hectic.”
“Fufufu… Oh, you sweet thing. Every single one of those regulars only started coming after you showed up.”
Mornings had always seen a steady trickle of traffic, she admitted, but nothing remotely resembling this influx. Suddenly, her relentless doting made complete commercial sense.
“It really wasn't this busy before?”
“Remember your first day? It was about that quiet.”
“Then why did you hire me in the first place? Part-time wages aren't exactly cheap.”
On my very first day, foot traffic had been modest at best. Even during my interview, I had secretly wondered whether a shop this quiet could truly afford to employ extra staff.
“Plenty of reasons. But the biggest one was simply that I was drowning in work and had zero free time.”
“Ah.”
“Once you get completely used to the routine, I can slip out to run errands during slow windows like this.”
I pushed the mop across the hardwood while chatting with her. Even though Boss cleaned every morning prior to unlocking the doors, the floors collected dirt remarkably fast when dozens of boots marched through the entrance.
“Even right now, thanks to you, I can sit back and deal with administrative headaches.”
“That's true.”
Boss was clacking rapidly away at an electronic calculator, manipulating the keys with deft precision using her left hand. She appeared to be calculating monthly utility bills and shop overhead.
“Seriously, why is the heating bill this outrageous? The shop isn't even that big.”
“You always keep the heaters blasting at full blast, Boss.”
“Do I? Well, we can't have our customers shivering in a chilly cafe… so I guess it can't be helped.”
Perched upon a tall stool at the far end of the counter, Boss kept her gaze glued to the bill while letting her long legs swing casually back and forth. Every time her knees drifted apart, the black lace panties resting beneath her flared skirt came into full, unobstructed view.
Women in this world had zero concept of guarding against accidental exposure. It wasn't that they flashed people intentionally; the notion that someone might actively try to peek at their underwear simply never crossed their minds. Yet their everyday fashion mirrored the trends of my previous world almost identically. Thanks to that cultural blind spot, catching glimpses of female customers' underwear had become an occasional, unavoidable byproduct of the job. Once summer rolled in, the scenery promised to become even more eye-opening.
“Alright, that's wrapped up… How about a cup of coffee?”
“Shall I pull the shots?”
“Please. Let's do a latte today.”
After more than two hours of non-stop hustle, the moment had arrived. Boss’s latte art evaluation was officially underway.