Those Who Say 'Just You Wait'
Rustle, rustle, squelch.
The sound of flesh sliding against fabric mingled with the wet, syrupy slick of friction.
“Nnngh... sob... ahh.”
A soft, weeping whimper tickled my ear.
“Jung... Jungseo, stop. Noona can’t hold it anymore...”
“No. Hold it in.”
“Hnnngh... You’re pinching too hard.”
My hand was tucked beneath the Boss’s top, relentlessly tormenting her nipple. The stimulation must have been overwhelming, because she was practically crying. Releasing the bud, I flattened my palm and grabbed her full breast in a broad, firm squeeze.
Squeeze, rub.
“Haaah-ahnnn♡!”
“Did you seriously just cum?”
“Yeah... just a little. I’m sorry.”
The Boss and I were pressed together behind the counter in a standing rear position. I stood elevated on a step stool while she leaned forward, resting against the counter with her hips pushed back. As the orgasm washed over her, she wobbled on her feet, the strength momentarily draining from her legs.
“Come on, how could you finish just from rubbing?”
I hadn’t even penetrated her. All I had been doing was sandwiching my cock between her thighs and rhythmically rocking my hips against her.
“Because you were relentlessly grinding right against my clit!”
“Shh. Yeoeun Noona will hear you.”
The Boss still had her panties on. Whether it was her soaking arousal or pre-cum—or a cocktail of both—something wet was acting as a potent lubricant, creating an entirely unique sensation. The real trouble was that my thick shaft had been continuously pressing directly against her clitoris with every thrust.
“Can you really not endure it?”
“Aaaah... I’ll... try. Eep?!”
Inevitably, the Boss collapsed to her knees. I had barely moved once more after she said she would try to hold on, and her legs simply gave out. Slid free from my unzipped fly, my cock poked into the empty air, looking almost forlorn.
“Are you kidding me? You’re the one who pulled it out in the first place, Boss.”
“I know, but I’m just way too sensitive right now...”
“So you want me to just tuck it back in like this?”
I looked down at her with a deadpan expression. Flustered, the Boss reached her hand toward my rock-hard erection.
“What are you doing now?”
“Huh? Noona was going to use her hand...”
“No way. You just braced yourself on the floor with those hands. Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
Shifting her posture, the Boss tilted her head up. She parted her lips slightly and timidly poked the tip of her tongue out.
Smack.
She hadn’t stuck it out nearly far enough. I had grabbed the base of my shaft and swung it down, but my aim went wide, and the heavy head ended up slapping squarely against her cheek.
“Ah...”
The crack was louder than expected, so I immediately checked on Yeoeun Noona. Thankfully, she didn’t react at all, still completely glued to her screen.
“Boss? Are you alright? Did that hurt?”
“No... It just startled me. But why did you hit me?”
“Because it felt like you were slacking off just because you got off first.”
“N-No, that’s not true at all! Noona will use her mouth, okay?”
I wasn’t actually sulking, but I put on a pout anyway, speaking with deliberate curtness. At that, the Boss stretched her mouth wide open and extended her tongue as far as it would go.
Slap, slap, tap, tap.
“‘You’ll use your mouth’? Are you doing me a favor, Boss?”
I tapped the glans rhythmically against her tongue, maintaining a cool, haughty gaze as I picked a totally unreasonable bone with her phrasing.
“No... that’s not what I meant. Please let Noona do it with her mouth. I’m begging you.”
“Alright then. Do a good job, Noona.”
I wasn’t entirely sure if this was the right approach, but I had read somewhere online that men were far more attractive when they played hard to get once in a while—even to the point of seeming a little bratty. Apparently, making a woman feel like you weren’t easy made her cling and beg all the more.
“Haaahp. Sluuuurp. Mmph, chu, slurrrp.”
The Boss earnestly took my cock into her mouth, sucking and licking with fervent devotion. Stroking her hair as she bobbed her head, I mulled it over a bit more. Seeing how compliant and eager she was, the advice seemed to have some merit, though doing it too often probably wasn't wise.
“Ngh... A little gentler.”
“Mmh?”
Her tongue tickled the sensitive ridge beneath the glans. The sensation was intense enough that I instinctively tried to pull my hips back.
Grab.
As if determined to prevent any escape, the Boss suddenly seized my rear with both hands.
“Ghk... Mmmph!”
With reckless abandon, she drove her head forward, taking the entire length deep into her throat until it brushed the back of her mouth. Gagging slightly, she bobbed her head with feverish intensity.
“Ngh... I’m going to cum. Boss... Noona.”
“Ghk, ghk, ghk. Chuuuuurp.”
She had no intention of letting go. If anything, she dragged my hips even closer against her face, her ragged, heated breaths washing over my lower belly.
“Ah... Haaah...”
Trapped firmly in her grasp without an inch of wiggle room, I erupted right down her throat. It was my second ejaculation following the one during our break.
“Gulp. Gulp. Gulp. Phaaah...”
Even though it was my second round, the volume seemed just as copious as the first. I couldn't be entirely sure, though, considering it vanished straight into the Boss’s stomach before I even caught a glimpse of it.
“Hic. Ah, sorry.”
“Haha. It’s fine. Did you swallow it all?”
“Yeah...”
Letting out a tiny hiccup-burp, the Boss flushed with embarrassment. I genuinely had no idea how she managed to swallow semen so easily, given its thick viscosity and distinct scent.
“Oh, right. What about Yeoeun?”
“She’s completely lost in her anime.”
“Phew... Jungseo, you can’t do this next time. We only got away with it today because we were lucky enough to have no customers.”
I hadn’t planned on going this far in the first place. I had only intended to feel her up, but she was the one who pulled down my zipper and hauled my cock out. When I gave her an incredulous look, she sheepishly averted her eyes.
“Wait, that came out wrong... Lucky there were no customers?”
Muttering softly to herself, the Boss tidied her clothes and helped me clean up. When her gaze met mine again, a bashful smile broke across her lips, clearly embarrassed by her own slip of the tongue.
Soon, it was time to clock out. I had already let Eunjung Noona know that Yeoeun Noona would be coming by to pick me up.
“Jungseo, you know which station we’re going to, right?”
“Yeah, of course.”
We headed down to take the subway. Standing on the platform alongside Yeoeun Noona brought back memories of our previous trip.
“It’s a bit of a ride, and it’s going to get packed along the way. You should just ride comfortably in the men-only car.”
“No way. I want to ride with you, Noona.”
“Pfft. Alright then.”
Hearing my answer, Noona couldn't suppress her wide grin. We stood side by side, holding hands as we waited for the train.
Today’s plan was to go shopping for her clothes. It seemed Mother felt guilty about only buying new outfits for me, so she had told Noona to pick up a few sets for herself as well. Noona had asked for my help, and since it doubled as a date, we decided to head out to a bustling commercial district.
“Noona, did you just throw on whatever was lying around?”
Heading out downtown had actually been my idea. Left to her own devices, Noona would have just bought clothes online. Since she spent the vast majority of her time holed up at home, I figured it would be good for her to get out whenever an excuse presented itself. At first, she had grumbled that it was a hassle, but after thinking about something for a moment, she had readily agreed.
“Huh? No... I actually put some thought into this, you know?”
“Really? Okay then.”
“Why? Does something look weird?”
Noona had come out wearing black pants and a black windbreaker. Her face was completely bare, save for what looked like a layer of sunscreen. It was an exceedingly plain outfit. The clothes were clean and smelled fresh, which easily met my standards, but compared to other women out in public, the word ‘dressed up’ simply didn't apply to her.
“No, nothing looks weird. As long as you’re comfortable, it’s fine.”
“Yeah... I just prefer not standing out.”
In all likelihood, she had braved the hassle of going out purely because she thought I wanted to. She was making an effort for my sake, so I had no intention of criticizing her wardrobe. I had only asked out of curiosity because she genuinely seemed so indifferent to grooming herself.
“Let’s sit here together.”
The train arrived shortly after. Since the car was relatively empty, we were able to grab adjacent seats right by the doors.
“Do you have a general idea of what you want to buy?”
“Just something to wear while streaming. Nothing fancy.”
“Yeah? I looked up a few styles earlier. Want to take a look together?”
Mother and the Boss both had a keen interest in self-adornment. They dressed sharp and wore flattering makeup. Leehyun Noona was a bit clumsier compared to them, but it felt like she was putting in immense effort lately after having neglected it in the past. To varying degrees, almost all the female customers who visited the cafe showed clear signs of taking care of their appearance.
Yeoeun Noona, by contrast, was entirely lukewarm about dressing herself up. Even now, she showed little sign of having any concrete idea of what she wanted to buy. Funny enough, when I watched her play games the other day, she had spent an extraordinary amount of effort customizing her character’s cosmetics.
“This kind of style is a bit...”
“Why?”
“It probably wouldn’t look good on me.”
“Got it.”
Yeoeun Noona shied away from anything featuring bright colors or skirts. She clearly favored black and grey. And since the clothes were for streaming, comfort seemed to be her top priority.
A few stations slipped past as we continued browsing to pin down her tastes. Gradually, more passengers boarded, and the vacant seats disappeared one by one. Unable to keep chatting openly, Noona and I both turned our attention to our phones.
Hm?
While memorizing English vocabulary, I suddenly felt the prickle of a gaze. Lifting my head, I caught the woman seated directly across from me hastily lowering her eyes. It was unmistakable—she had been staring right at me before hurriedly glancing down at her phone.
Or was it my imagination?
It was hard to be certain. The woman across from me was wearing a denim skirt, her legs spread wide apart. Leaning forward with both elbows propped on her knees, she stared intently at her screen. Through the wide gap between her thighs, her black panties were on full display.
After a brief glance at her underwear, I returned to studying my vocabulary. This time, instead of bowing my head, I raised my phone slightly higher to keep my peripheral vision open.
I knew it.
A moment later, I rolled my eyes up slightly without moving my head. The woman opposite me had been staring blankly at my face, and when she realized I was looking, she flinched in panic and jerked her eyes away. But she wasn’t the only one; the woman sitting next to her also hastily averted her gaze the instant our eyes met. The woman standing by the opposite door did the exact same thing.
Glancing around, every single woman nearby seemed to be actively avoiding my eyes. They had all been watching me. In fact, for some reason, the crowd seemed unusually dense right around my seat.
Amidst that peculiar atmosphere, the automated chime of the transit broadcast rang through the car. Moments later, the doors slid open, and a fresh wave of commuters surged aboard. Perhaps because it was a transfer station, a massive crowd poured into the car—and in that entire packed subway car, I was the only man.