I Don't Do This With Just Anyone
Working at the cafe often triggered sudden, dark impulses within me.
Most of the time, they were sparked by the completely unguarded demeanor of the Boss or the customers, by their smiles brimming with unreserved goodwill. Whenever that happened, a strange urge crept up—a desire not just to satisfy my sexual appetite, but to pin them down beneath me and torment them. I wanted to ruin those pristine, smiling faces until they were writhing and screaming in distress.
Until now, I had kept a tight lid on those impulses. The trouble was that being at the cafe provoked them far more frequently than when I was alone. That was why I intended to use the Boss. Once I had grown accustomed to the work, I began subtly poking and prodding at her boundaries.
"Really? Do you even know what you're saying right now?"
The Boss seemed to hesitate, unsure of how to react. Honestly, I thought I had delivered the decisive blow last week when I rolled up my shirt and showed her my stomach. But after rushing home with a nosebleed, she had actually started avoiding me instead. She took pains to prevent any accidental physical contact and went out of her way to avoid meeting my eyes.
"Yes. I'm fine with it precisely because it's you, Boss."
Perhaps I had been a bit too conceited. After all, Mom, Yeo-eun, and Leehyun all doted on me constantly. I had come to assume my face was handsome enough to transcend personal preferences. But my physique was another story. Women in this world favored massive, muscular men. It was entirely possible the Boss was the type who prioritized a bulky frame over a pretty face.
"Are you serious? I just can't believe it... Why me? Is there some other reason?"
"Another reason? Like what?"
We spoke in hushed tones, the space between us barely an arm's length. Through the palm resting gently against her chest, I could feel the rapid, frantic thump of her heartbeat. A faint waft of perfume mingled with the familiar scent of cosmetics brushed past my nose.
"You shouldn't tease adults like this."
I studied her reaction. Look at her now—she didn't look displeased in the slightest. If anything, she seemed to be desperately reigning in her swelling anticipation and excitement. Perhaps the cafe itself had been the problem. That was a workplace, after all. If that were the case, now that we were completely alone in her apartment, shouldn't I push just a little harder?
"I've never teased you. I genuinely think you're a wonderful person, Boss."
"A wonderful person?"
"Yes. And I also feel like we've gotten quite close."
I deliberately chose vague, ambiguous words. It wasn't as if I wanted an emotional connection with her. My plan had been to make this one final attempt and drop it if she still resisted. There was no need to pour the kind of devotion into the Boss that I gave to Yeo-eun or Leehyun. While there were other methods to escalate things, taking those paths would make maintaining a light, casual arrangement far more difficult. I had hoped she would be the one to make the first move, so taking the initiative like this was already a massive concession on my part. To her credit, she had held out far better than I expected.
"Jeongseo-ya. If you keep this up, even I won't be able to hold back...."
All my second-guessing vanished in an instant. The Boss slowly bowed her head, her face drawing closer and closer.
"Jeongseo-ya."
Her eyes gleamed with raw desire. How on earth had she managed to suppress this until now?
Wait... doenjang? Did we have soybean paste stew?
Tap.
Just before her lips could press against mine, I swiftly raised my hand, wedging it between our mouths.
"Huh? Why...?"
Her expression crumpled into anxious confusion at the sudden barrier. Catching sight of a faint drop of broth dried onto her shirt had reminded me of the meal we had just shared. Whatever was about to happen, nothing could proceed right after eating doenjang stew. That wasn't me being eccentric; surely anyone would feel the same way.
"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
"Ah."
Her breath was the real concern rather than mine, but I kept my eyes lowered and offered the excuse demurely, hoping she would take the hint.
"A toothbrush! I'll get you a fresh toothbrush. Ah, I need to get ready too—!"
The moment I took a slight step back, she began scrambling in a flurry of panic. She glanced at the wall clock and darted straight toward the bathroom. It seemed she had understood perfectly.
The Boss fetched a brand-new toothbrush for me. After brushing our teeth in separate bathrooms, we sat down side by side on the living room sofa.
The dining table hadn't even been cleared yet. I desperately wanted to wash the dishes and pack away the lunch containers, but I forced myself to endure the urge. The Boss was staring at me with eyes so full of yearning that leaving now was out of the question.
"Can we... can we really do this?"
"Do you not want to?"
"No! No, that's not it at all."
At some point, she had even slipped into a different outfit. It was a clingy, skin-tight dress reminiscent of nightclub wear. She must have touched up her makeup as well, given how her lips glistened with a fresh plum sheen. Considering how fast she had returned, I had my doubts about whether she had brushed her teeth thoroughly, but there was no stopping her now.
"Then..."
Smack.
She planted a tentative, cautious peck against my mouth. A basic bird kiss—lips meeting and parting in a split second.
"Hehe... hee."
And yet, she beamed as if she had conquered the world. A wave of mild exasperation washed over me. Judging purely by her looks from my past life's perspective, she had the aesthetic of an experienced, glamorous older woman who knew how to play the field. She was tall, with wavy reddish-tinted hair and a voluptuous chest that made her look like a Western model. Her actual behavior, however, couldn't be further from the part.
"All done?" I asked, pulling back slightly as if preparing to stand.
Instantly, she reached out and snatched my hand.
"Could... could we do it just once more?"
"Sure. Whatever you want, Boss."
Her face leaned in again.
"Um... it's just that it's my first time."
"Right."
"Could you close your eyes...?"
I had been watching her with wide, unblinking eyes, which seemed to make her self-conscious. Obligingly, I let my eyelids flutter shut. Once again, our lips met.
Chuu... chup.
Was she trying to rub my lips off or kiss me? Deciding to take matters into my own hands, I slid my arm up and cradled the back of her neck. She gave a startled little shiver beneath my touch.
Haaah—
I parted my lips first. Only then did her tongue tentatively slide past my teeth and tangle with mine. The breath puffing from her nose grew hot and ragged.
Squeeze.
With my free hand, I reached down and grasped her breast. A flicker of irritation prompted me to squeeze firmly, but the rigid structure of her underwire bra masked the natural softness beneath.
"Haa... ah. Sniff."
A moment later, our lips separated. The Boss sat there completely dazed, breathing heavily with a glassy, unfocused gaze.
"So this... this is a kiss...."
She was actually muttering nonsense like that out loud. Convinced this was going nowhere fast, I rose to my feet.
"Jeongseo-ya. Um... was it okay?"
As I walked toward the kitchen, she scrambled after me, hovering anxiously at my side. There hadn't been enough technique for me to evaluate whether it was good or bad.
"I'm not really sure."
"Huh? Ah... I'm sorry, it really was my first time. Maybe next time we can set a better mood first?"
Even so, she clearly wanted more. She was already casually bringing up a next time.
"Are you the only one whose first time it is? Why do you keep bringing that up like an excuse... sigh... never mind."
"Wait, what? Does that mean it was Jeongseo's first time too...?"
"Let's just clean up quickly so I can head downstairs."
It was my first time with her, at least. I threw a sharp edge into my tone and turned away. Seriously, she looked like someone who had toyed with dozens of men, yet here she was acting like a total amateur.
"Can't even eat when it's handed to you on a silver platter."
The tail end of my inner monologue slipped past my lips—just a tiny, muttered whisper.
"What?"
Quiet as it was, standing right beside me meant she caught every syllable.
"What did you just say?"
"Pardon? About what?"
"You... you have no idea how hard I've been trying to hold back."
Suddenly, her fingers clamped around my wrist. She gripped with enough force to send a jolt of dull pain through my arm.
"Because you're just a boy and I'm older, I endured it all out of consideration for you."
She muttered under her breath like someone whose pride had been deeply wounded. Her cheeks flushed an indignant crimson.
"That hurts, Boss."
"I don't care anymore. To hell with it."
Without another word, she dragged me toward her bedroom. Her strides were fierce and unhesitating. Whether she had seen right through my provocation or had simply snapped from sheer wounded pride, I couldn't say. Either way, I struggled to keep my face neutral, biting back the smirk threatening to break across my lips.
The bedroom was decorated in neat, muted monochrome tones. The moment we crossed the threshold, the Boss shoved me onto the mattress with force bordering on a toss. In a flash, she peeled off her dress, flung it aside, and swept her long reddish hair up into a tight, messy bun. Now that she had made up her mind, she moved without an ounce of hesitation.
Her figure is downright ridiculous.
She was slender, yet possessed a remarkably full bust and wide, feminine hips. My gaze drifted to her teardrop-shaped breasts, crowned with erect, rosy nipples. They were the greedy sort of breasts that managed to be both heavy and perkily elastic—the kind of exquisite shape granted only by genetics.
Does she have an insecurity about her chest too?
Given the way she had carried herself so far, it didn't seem likely she harbored negative memories about her body. She frequently wore revealing tops at the cafe, after all. Still, when I stared unabashedly, she instinctively brought an arm across her front to shield herself. Even in the heat of arousal, she seemed worried that her generous shape might appear unsightly to my eyes.
"Tell me if you truly don't want this."
That was her final murmur of caution. I wiped away the lingering traces of my feigned timidity and gave a calm nod.
Rustle. Thud.
My clothes were stripped away piece by piece until I was pinned beneath her, stripped down to nothing but my briefs.
"Haa... *shudder*."
Her hands stroked across my bare skin with surprising gentleness, contrasting sharply with the ragged, heavy rasp of her breath. With her flushed cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, she seemed to be the only source of vibrant color in the otherwise grayscale room.
"Haa... haa... You're so lewd."
Finally, she wore an expression that matched her sultry appearance—a languid, dangerous look that twisted her features as if she were preparing to swallow me whole.
"Mmh... *chup*."
The kiss that followed was vastly rougher than before. It was clumsy, ravenous, and fierce, like two beasts trying to consume one another.
"Haaah."
When our mouths parted, the Boss propped herself up and shifted her weight down my body. Her manicured fingers hooked into the waistband of my briefs, peeling the fabric downward in a slow, deliberate slide. Her eyes remained locked onto my crotch, unblinking.
"Whoa... What... what on earth is this...?"
She couldn't tear her gaze away from the thick shaft that sprang free. Her voice hitched, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed a dry knot of saliva.
"I haven't showered yet."
"It's fine. It's totally fine, so...."
Before I could register what was happening, her hands clamped around my ankles. With a sudden surge of strength, she hoisted my legs upward, forcing my hips off the mattress and curling my body into a tight fold. The grip was supple yet overwhelmingly powerful, leaving me entirely incapable of resisting.
"Wait, hold on! Ugh—!"
She wrenched my ankles apart and drove them upward past my head. Suddenly, I was balanced precariously on my shoulder blades, my rear suspended in midair while I squirmed futilely against her overwhelming leverage. Because my erection was standing so rigidly erect, the swollen glans was hovering mere inches from my own nose.
"It's okay. I'll be gentle, so don't be scared."
I wasn't scared at all. Yeo-eun had done this exact same thing before. What was the point of forcing me into this exhausting, folded posture?
"Don't tense up. You'll hurt yourself."
"Why on earth are we doing this position...?"
I made a mental note to look up adult videos in this world the first chance I got. I desperately needed to verify whether folding a man in half like a pretzel was some universal fetish among the women here.
"Haaah. Seriously... this is just unreal."
One thing was undeniably clear: the Boss was thoroughly enjoying herself. The manic glint in her eyes was almost overwhelming.
Why did it have to be this ridiculous position, of all things?
I had pushed her buttons and teased her to my heart's content, but I certainly hadn't anticipated that the price of admission would involve having my legs folded behind my ears.