Just a Little Kindness
Just because the cafe boss had laid bare her heart to me didn't mean our daily routine was upended.
She had once again offered to cut me all sorts of special slack, just as she had before, but I turned her down a second time. By now, she had gotten a decent read on my personality. Ever since that refusal, she was careful not to say or do anything that might make me feel burdened or uncomfortable. As a result, I continued diligently working my part-time shift as usual.
"Um, excuse me... here's my business card!"
"Pardon? Why a business card...?"
"If you ever need any help, please give me a call. Even just having a meal together would be wonderful..."
It was the quiet afternoon lull. A customer accepting her coffee thrust a card toward me, only to scurry out of the cafe as if fleeing before I could even manage a reply. She had definitely been here this morning as well.
I dropped the card from the office worker into the small container beside the register. Three other business cards were already sitting inside.
"This one's a bank teller. Is handing out business cards the trendy thing to do these days?"
"Hehehe. Beats me. The adults have been making a fuss ever since yesterday, haven't they?"
"It feels a bit awkward to just throw them away, but keeping them is just as weird."
The approaches made by adult women were slightly different from those of schoolgirls. They didn't cling to me during rush hour or boldly demand my phone number. Instead, they opted for indirect maneuvers like this. They read the room, taking care not to become a public nuisance. Of course, not every adult was so tactful. Some still made brazen advances.
There was a college student who waited outside for my shift to end just to ask me out to dinner. A corporate worker who held open her car door, insisting on driving me home. And earlier during the lunch rush, a woman had marched up and thrust a department store gift certificate into my hands out of nowhere.
Offers like that were easy enough to flatly reject, but business cards somehow slipped into my hands before I could stop them.
"Do you think seeing the youngsters charge in so recklessly made them impatient?"
"Could be."
"Seeing them suddenly act like this over the last few days... that might really be it."
Jin Seohui laughed softly as she washed the dishes. I glanced toward the lone customer sitting in the lounge, then stepped up directly behind her. My hand slipped beneath the hem of her skirt.
"By the way... wasn't there really a single one among them who caught your eye?"
"What's there to catch my eye? I don't even know them."
"No, I mean just going by looks. Hngh...?"
I nudged her thin panties aside and pressed my fingers against her pussy. It was still slick with moisture—so wet, in fact, that it felt outright sodden.
"They're not my type."
"Mm... is that so? Ah!"
I slid my middle finger in, burying it about one knuckle deep. Seohui sucked in a sharp, startled breath. Yet she made no move to push my hand away. Instead, like an obedient, well-trained puppy, she merely swayed her hips in tiny, yielding tremors.
"Wait... did you not wipe yourself earlier?"
"Yeah. Why wipe it away when it's so precious?"
"What if it drips out?"
"I'm wearing panties, so it's fine."
Keeping one eye on the customer in the seating area, I kept up the quiet whisper at her back. The reason her pussy remained so damp was that my semen was still pooled inside her.
"It'll soak right into your underwear."
"That makes it even better... Then I can take in your scent later when I play with myself."
"Ah... well. Okay then."
I had only meant to tease her a bit, but her reply went far beyond anything I had anticipated. Rendered momentarily speechless, I stepped back and hurriedly washed my hands at the basin.
Clack.
"All finished," she said, wiping the sink. "Still, was there really no woman you found attractive?"
"None at all."
"How strange. They all looked like women who have every right to be confident in their appearance. And the ones who gave you cards had great careers, too."
In her eyes, they might have been pretty, but not in mine. No matter how meticulously they groomed themselves, they lacked the spark that could stir my curiosity. Women who prided themselves on their looks in this world tended to have boyish, straight-lined silhouettes. Their faces varied, but their physiques were almost universally tall and lean like young men. Both in my previous life and this one, women who truly satisfied my tastes were a rare breed.
"In my eyes, you're far prettier, Boss."
"Ehehe... Really? Thank you."
Yeoeun at home, Dr. Leehyun, and Cafe Boss Jin Seohui right here in front of me—women with their kind of figure were genuine rarities. By the standards of my past life, they were women with intoxicating, undeniable feminine allure.
From what my experience had taught me so far, women of this build required me to take a more proactive approach. The great advantage was that the odds of them having been touched by other men were exceptionally low. Another shared trait was how easily charmed they were if I showed them even the slightest bit of genuine affection. Of course, I hadn't met enough people yet to jump to hasty conclusions.
"So don't go getting jealous. All you need to do is listen to me."
"Okay. I've never been jealous, really!"
"Good. You're a good girl."
I gave her bottom a light, affectionate pat. A woman considerably older than me beamed with delight, practically melting with joy. In truth, with a face as stunning as hers, her age rarely crossed my mind. Her sultry, captivating looks contrasted so deliciously with her eager, puppy-like demeanor. Landing a job here at Cafe Dalteulak had truly been a stroke of good fortune.
The moment I got off work, I headed straight for the shower. When I stepped out of the bathroom with a towel around my shoulders, Yeoeun, who had been busy vacuuming, came darting over. I peeled off my clingy older sister and headed upstairs to pick out some clothes. Even if I was going to be lounging around the house, I couldn't afford to look sloppy. Changing into a tidy short-sleeved shirt and shorts, I checked myself in the mirror. A quick blow-dry should do the trick.
"Jeongseo! I'm all done cleaning. Come take a look!"
"Coming."
Her voice echoed up from the first floor.
"How is it? Spotless, right?"
"Yeah, great job. What about the clock? How much time do we have left?"
"About an hour. I'll go wash up and get ready too."
I walked with her toward the bathroom. Without the slightest hesitation, Yeoeun whipped her sweat-dampened shirt over her head, casually stripping off her shorts and panties right in front of me.
"Ugh... my chest feels so swollen and tight."
"Does it hurt?"
"Yeah, a little."
"Let me feel."
"Gently, okay? It really hurts if you squeeze."
I brought my hands to her breasts, keeping the touch feather-light. True to her word, the lush mounds felt taut and sensitive. She said it always happened whenever her period drew near.
"By the way, why are people demanding an 'explanation' about something as trivial as making dinner?"
"Because they just want an excuse to see you, dummy."
"Is that so?"
"Yep. They demand an explanation for literally everything under the sun."
I watched as Yeoeun stepped into the shower booth to rinse off. After trading a few more idle remarks, I turned my attention back to the vanity mirror and began blow-drying my hair. Once it was dry, I styled it with the flat iron just as I had practiced yesterday.
"I'm heading out first to start prepping."
"Go ahead! I'm almost done too."
Yeoeun was bent forward at the waist, rinsing the hair treatment from her locks. Her full, heavy breasts swayed gently with every movement. A sharp spike of desire flared in my lower belly, but we were on a tight schedule. Tonight was our scheduled cooking broadcast, and her viewers had been clamoring relentlessly for my appearance.
Apparently, the chat had learned to tone down their desperate calls for me during regular livestreams. The real issue was her dedicated community fan board. The forum was practically drowned under posts about me.
'Most of them really are demanding explanations,' I thought.
Sitting down at the kitchen island, I pulled up the fan board on my phone. Just as she had said, the feed was overflowing with threads revolving around me.
There were threads containing nothing more than screenshots of my face from previous streams, compilations of the few rare selfies I had ever posted, and posts blatantly trying to frame me with playful slander. Of course, calling it slander was just community banter; none of them actually harbored any malice. I tapped into a few threads that all ended with the demanded catchphrase, 'Explain yourself.' Every single one was filled with comments pleading for me to step in front of the camera and address their trivial grievances. Just as Yeoeun said, it was simply an excuse to see me.
"Whew... what an ordeal. Huh? Why are you organizing things again?"
Fresh out of the shower, a stark-naked Yeoeun sauntered into the kitchen and poured herself a glass of water.
"Just straightening out what caught my eye."
"Ugh, creepy. You're lining up the spice jars by height now?"
"It satisfies me."
"Whatever floats your boat... You're the one who uses them the most anyway."
With her plump backside swaying with every step, she sauntered out of the kitchen to dive into her broadcast prep. Unlike ordinary streams, tonight required extra lighting and camera angles set up around the kitchen area. While she busied herself with tech, I finished setting the counters in order and began prepping the ingredients.
Tonight's menu was braised pork with aged kimchi. I wasn't entirely sure if it made for glamorous stream content, but it had been quite some time since Yeoeun and I had sat down for a proper meal together at the dining table. I intended to cook it properly.
"Put this on."
"No. Not happening. Never."
All preparations were complete. All that remained was to hit the 'Go Live' button. Yet we were locked in a fierce standoff, unable to start the broadcast because of a single prop she had brought out.
"Aww, why not? Please? You'd look so insanely cute in this!"
"I said no."
"This is from a super famous show! It's the one where..."
Yeoeun launched into an impassioned plot summary of an anime I had never watched—something about a spy, an assassin, and a telepathic little boy forming a fake family under deep cover. She was proudly holding out the apron the boy supposedly wore while cooking in the series.
"I don't care how famous it is. I'm not wearing it."
"Really? Seriously, not even once? Even if your sweet big sister is begging you?"
"Nope. You wear it."
"Huh? Me? Do you want me to get torn to shreds in the comments?"
The apron she had prepared was adorned with layers of elaborate white frills and lacy trims. Even though both meant the same garment, the term frilly maid apron suited it far better than a simple kitchen apron. There was not a chance in hell I was putting on a black apron overflowing with snow-white frilly lace.
"Jeongseo-yaaa... please? Just this once. Huh?"
"I told you, forget it."
"Then at least try it on just for me! I'll tell you how it looks!"
As Yeoeun threw an unabashed toddler tantrum, I quietly reached into the drawer and produced a pair of heavy kitchen shears. Her eyes darted anxiously between my deadpan expression and the gleaming blades.