Café Dalteulak
Aunt Seook's daughter, who was a high school senior, was unusually short—barely taller than me. She was the first woman I had seen in this world who was that small. She wore an oversized zip-up hoodie with sleeves that completely swallowed her hands. Beneath the drawn hood, two wide eyes met mine for a fleeting second before darting frantically toward the floor.
"Say hello~ This is my niece, Dajeong. And this is your aunt's very first cafe employee!"
"Hello. I'm Noh Jungseo."
"H-Hello..."
Jin Dajeong managed barely a whisper before scurrying off toward her room, pitter-pattering like a startled little squirrel.
"She's my daughter, but she really doesn't have a speck of confidence. Jin Dajeong! Have you had dinner?"
"No..." came her faint reply as the door clicked shut behind her.
Upon hearing that her daughter hadn't eaten, Aunt Seook pushed herself up from the table.
"Why did she get back so early today?" the Boss asked.
"She said it's regular deep-cleaning day at her study hall."
"Is that so? Well, let me go whip something up for her."
I gauged the atmosphere for a moment before following her toward the kitchen. Having enjoyed such a lavish dinner, I had been searching for a way to repay the favor, so this was perfect timing.
"Hm? Do you need something, Jungseo?"
"No, I was just wondering if there's anything I can help with."
"Why does our guest keep trying to do chores?"
"It feels like we're the only ones who had a good meal. I feel a bit bad for your daughter."
Watching Aunt Seook begin her preparations made my chest tighten with mild anxiety. She seemed intent on grilling the leftover beef, but was on the verge of tossing it straight into a completely cold frying pan before even turning on the stove.
"Wait a moment. Let me handle it."
"Huh?"
"It won't take long. It's nothing difficult, so please leave it to me. Ah, do you mind if I open the fridge?"
Aunt Seook looked thoroughly flustered and apologetic, but one look at her told me she and culinary skill were total strangers.
"Listen to him, unnie. You can't cook to save your life anyway," the Boss chimed in teasingly. "Go right ahead, Jungseo. Make yourself at home—I'd even unlock our safe for you."
"Really? Do you have a safe in the house?"
"Nah~ we don't actually have one, hehe."
Inside the refrigerator, I spotted some bell peppers and mushrooms. All the basic seasonings were stocked as well. I immediately set about the prep work.
"I'll sear a steak for her. She'll like that, won't she?"
"Our girl has a pretty small appetite... but she still eats meat well enough."
"Understood. I'll make it delicious."
While I cooked, Aunt Seook and the Boss lingered nearby, watching intently. Even though I wasn't doing anything extravagant, soft exclamations kept slipping from their lips.
"Wow. Listen to that sizzle. That smells incredible."
"Having a man in the house really changes everything. You make sure you give birth to a son later, you hear?"
"Aey, unnie. You can get into serious trouble talking like that these days."
"Is that so? I just meant that having Jungseo here brightens up the whole place. This house was swarming with nothing but smelly women, but look how different it feels with just one boy around."
Listening to Aunt Seook, it seemed there was no man in this household either—meaning no husband of hers or father to Jin Dajeong. Our household was the same. In the past, I had thought it strange that Yeo-eun never mentioned a father. Looking into it later, I discovered that single-mother households were remarkably commonplace in this world. Many women raised children alone after sharing intimacy with a man, or simply purchased semen from sperm banks to conceive. Commercial sperm banks were ubiquitous, supported by highly developed legal frameworks. The longer I lived here, the more I realized how many subtle yet profound differences existed alongside the surface similarities to my past world.
"Unnie, that's just because Jungseo is pretty and thoughtful," the Boss retorted. "I really struck gold when I hired him."
"True enough. But isn't it less that you hired well and more that Jungseo took pity on you?"
"Admitted. That's why I treat him like royalty these days. Sometimes it feels like he's the boss around here."
Listening to their sisterly banter, I finished searing the steak. A wave of contentment washed over me, knowing I had earned my keep.
"It's ready to eat."
"Dajeong-ah! Come on out! An oppa grilled steak for you!"
At Aunt Seook's shout, Jin Dajeong cracked her door open and peeked out. But the moment her gaze collided with mine, her face flushed crimson and she retreated back inside.
"Huh? Jin Dajeong! Hurry up and come out before it gets cold!"
A moment later, Dajeong crept into the kitchen. Unlike her mother and aunt, she was fully and conservatively dressed. Her demeanor felt strikingly similar to women from my previous life.
"Enjoy your meal," I said politely.
"Aey, Jungseo. She's still in high school. Speak casually to her, casually. That's fine, right, Dajeong?"
Dajeong gave a tiny nod. Sitting down at the dining table, she didn't eat right away, only staring intently at the plate of steak.
"She's terribly shy... Let's head over to the living room," Aunt Seook suggested.
We gave her some privacy. From behind us came the faintest whisper of a "Thank you for the food." It was so quiet it could have been an auditory hallucination, but I turned with a smile and told her once more to enjoy.
"Ah, right. Unnie, Dajeong doesn't need her GED textbooks anymore, does she?" the Boss asked.
"You're right, she's focusing entirely on CSAT prep now. Jungseo, have you bought all your study books yet?"
"Not yet."
"Hold on. How about I ask Dajeong later if she has any good study materials she can pass along to you?"
"I would be immensely grateful if she could."
Textbooks weren't cheap, so this was great news. The only question was whether Dajeong would agree. Sitting down in the living room, I set about peeling more fruit.
I returned home before it got too late. Even though I had a glass of wine, my mind was perfectly clear.
"Noh Jungseo."
"Noona? Aren't you supposed to be streaming?"
"I got worried and came out for a bit! You said you'd be back by eight, so why are you so late?"
Yeo-eun was standing at the mouth of the alley overlooking the front gate.
"I said around eight. It's only five past."
"Ah... whatever! Late is late!"
As she planted her hands on her hips and revved up to nag me, I stepped in and wrapped my arms around her. I buried my face between her massive breasts, nuzzling into her softness.
"Ugh... Let's just hurry inside. It's freezing."
"Okay."
Holding her hand, I walked through the gate. Though my head was clear, perhaps the subtle warmth of the alcohol had stirred something in me—the moment we stepped inside, heat rushed straight to my groin, stiffening it rapidly.
"Noona."
"Honestly, you really are something else. You're probably the only part-timer in the entire country who has dinner with their boss's family."
"Noona."
"So, did you eat something good?"
She rambled on while slipping off her shoes, completely absorbed in her own thoughts. Had I called her too quietly?
"Do you have to get back to streaming right away?"
"While your poor noona was left all lonely... Huh? What did you say?"
"I asked if you have to go back to work right this second."
"No? I told my chat I was taking a dinner break, so... I've got about forty minutes to spare. Why?"
Stepping deeper into the house, I noticed the living room was noticeably disheveled. A quick glance toward the kitchen revealed the same state. The traces of her lounging around lazily grated on my nerves.
"I hurt right here."
"Huh? Where?"
I would have to vent this irritation through Yeo-eun. Which meant, ultimately, this was entirely her fault.
"Wait, what? It hurts down there? Where exactly? Are you okay?"
When I silently clutched the front of my trousers around my groin, she gasped and rushed over in panic.
"What's wrong? What happened? Let me see. No, wait—should we go to the hospital? The emergency room?!"
"No. Just take a look for me, Noona."
"Uh? Yeah, okay. Just hold on."
Yeo-eun dropped into a crouch before me. She quickly unbuckled my belt and tugged my pants down, only to freeze and look up at me in shock.
"Jungseo? You said it hurt..."
Before she could finish, I seized her by her hair. Her ponytail, tied neatly near the crown of her head, provided the perfect grip.
"Mmph?!"
I yanked my underwear down and stuffed my cock straight into her mouth, gagging her mid-sentence. Yeo-eun flared with flustered shock, but only for a second. Almost immediately, she began rhythmically bobbing her head back and forth, working her tongue around me with clumsy enthusiasm.
"On your next day off, we'll do whatever you want."
"Guh-kuh... Mmffgh... Sluuuurp."
Shoving my cock into her mouth the second I got home felt a little unfair—I hadn't even showered yet. So I offered to grant whatever wish she had on her next break. Hearing my promise, Yeo-eun swallowed me even deeper, taking in every inch she could.
"I want to sit on the sofa. You ride on top."
"Guh-kck... Hng... Puh-hah! Are you serious? Next week's stream break... on my day off?"
"Yeah."
As I sat back on the couch, she frantically stripped off her clothes. From her perspective, this must have been completely out of nowhere, without an ounce of romantic buildup, but she couldn't care less. Straddling my hips with her knees wide, she guided my erection inside herself in one smooth motion.
"What's this? Why are you already so soaked, Noona?"
"Haaah... How could I not be wet?!"
"Aren't you a total pervert? Is your head full of nothing but dirty thoughts?"
"N-No... It's just because you sprang it on me so suddenly..."
"Pervert. Scrub. A perverted scrub."
Context didn't matter; I just wanted to tease her. Wearing a pout of sheer injustice, Yeo-eun nonetheless pumped her hips with relentless vigor, dancing upon me as her massive breasts sloshed wildly. I leaned back comfortably, fixing my gaze on her bouncing chest. The swaying nipples were almost hypnotic.
"Haa-ahk... I'm... I'm not a scrub!"
"Huh?"
"Hnng... I said I'm not a scrub! Ahhh-aang! Why is it squirming inside me like that?!"
Hardly likely. Though I flexed it now and then, it wasn't as if my dick could wriggle on its own.
"I'm not a scrub! Hngh... Ugh. I'm going to make you cum this time, no matter—haaah-aang!"
Biting her lip, she ground her hips furiously. Her desperate determination to stay conscious filled me with a strange sort of gratitude.
"Ahhh... Eeek?! No! Don't do that!"
I pinched one of her frantically bouncing nipples with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Instantly, Yeo-eun arched her back ramrod-straight, her pussy gushing warm liquid over me.
"No... No... Hiii-eeek!"
Thrashing her head from side to side, she barely withstood the battering waves of pleasure. But having spent all her strength, she collapsed forward against my chest. Perhaps because her walls had clamped down so tightly around me in her climax, I was right on the verge of finishing. Loath to let the simmering crest of ecstasy fade, I snapped my hips upward from below.
"Hah... hah... My stream... Ahhh-aang! Jungseo. Jungseo-ya."
"Stream? What stream?"
"If you do this, I won't be able to work... You can't do this... Hnnng!"
A pity for her, but victory was mine once again. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably before she blacked out completely. As her body went entirely limp, her hefty breasts smothered my face. Blinded by her flesh, I emptied my seed deep inside her.
"Still, you held out pretty well today. Just a little more practice should do it."
Wrapping my arms around her back, I caressed her smooth skin and rested for a while. The warm, pillowy weight pressing down against my face wasn't unpleasant at all, even if it made breathing a little tricky. I stayed like that for about five minutes in tranquil silence.
"Noona. Noona! Wake up. You have to get back to work."
"Mmmn... Aaargh! Did I pass out again?!"
"You lasted a lot longer today, though."
"Haaah... Ugh. And this monster hasn't even gone down yet."
She climbed off me reluctantly, glancing repeatedly at my still-rock-hard cock. Regret practically dripped from her eyes, but I felt thoroughly refreshed.
"We can do it again next time. Hurry and head upstairs. I'll clean up."
"Mmh... I suppose I should?"
"Yeah. You need to work. You're running out of time."
"Sigh... This is absolute torture."
Having ejaculated, the clutter in the living room didn't bother me as much anymore. I even felt a touch of fond gratitude and guilt toward her.
Naturally, that fond gratitude was shattered the very next morning.