Secretly in the Fitting Room

Watching the woman who had been gasping and writhing in overwhelming pleasure right in front of me slowly regain her composure was still a pretty novel sight.

"Now I really need to go to sleep."

With just one use left, I decided to mess with Shin Juyeon a bit later. For now, my ears ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were ringing, and I was exhausted anyway. Even though I'd freshened up, running around without sleep had left me on the verge of collapse from fatigue.

The moment I flopped onto the bed in my room, a loud buzzing started assaulting my eardrums.

Bzzz— bzzzzz—

"Ah, it's Mom..."

I picked up the call, and sure enough—

"Son, we've just landed at the airport."

Mom's excited voice came through. It had been a while since I'd heard her sound this thrilled.

"Looks like you made it safely. The duty-free shops are no joke, huh? Did you do some shopping on the way?"

"Yeah, we're browsing right now. Your dad's going crazy over the liquor."

Sure enough, Dad's voice chimed in from the background about buying booze.

"Mom, did you get anything?"

"Just a little liquor. And that heavy stuff—save it for last."

"Your dad's love for booze is still going strong."

We shared a little backhanded laugh about Dad.

We usually just exchanged a few words and hung up, but things felt more harmonious now. With fewer worries, the family vibe had improved. Or maybe it was just the money?

"Anyway, have a safe trip. Take lots of pictures."

"Got it. You must be tired—get some rest. We'll bring back tons of goodies."

"Bring back tons for yourselves, not me."

"Okay~ We'll call again. Roaming's set up, so calls and messages should work fine."

They'd opted for roaming over Wi-Fi since it was just the two of them.

I silenced the phone and tossed it by the bed.

"Finally... time for some uninterrupted sleep."

Well, I'd slept pretty well the other day while packing up at the hotel, but still. My eyes grew heavy. The plush bed made any lingering fatigue crash over me all ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at once. Bathed in the soft sunlight filtering through the uncurtained window, I drifted off in a hazy bliss.

I had a weird dream. Yoonah and Shin Juyeon were bickering face-to-face. A really bizarre dream.

"Ah, damn... why are you two tormenting me even in my dreams?"

Of course, that was aimed at Shin Juyeon. Yoonah was always welcome.

But why did she only show up in situations like this?

I felt groggy. I'd fallen asleep in an amazing mood, but now...

Thinking it was about time to toy with Shin Juyeon, I stretched and checked the time. Checkout time had passed. I threw on some comfy clothes without checking my appearance and shuffled to the front desk.

"Ah, there she is."

I watched her work ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠from a distance for a bit. It had been a while since I'd observed someone on the job this closely. Since Yoonah's concert, actually. But a concert felt more like entertainment than work for a fanboy like me.

Come to think of it, the last time I'd watched someone work like this was probably tagging along to Mom's workplace as a kid.

"Yes, you're checked in. Here's your breakfast coupon. Breakfast starts at 7 a.m...."

She'd been snappy when I was around, but seeing her smile at guests softened my heart a bit. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, making me hard instantly.

"Welcome. Let me help with check-in. May I have the reservation name, please?"

Her big eyes narrowed, lips curved up in a flirtatious smile. This was what they meant by a smile that could brighten your day.

Of course, she was probably under a ton of stress. Or was it just stress from me?

"Hmm..."

It was evening, so things were quiet. Plenty of time to tease her.

As I approached the desk, her bright smile turned haughty.

"What do you want?"

"Short on words?"

"You're one to talk."

Our little sparring match started, and the other staff tapped her shoulder to intervene.

"Hey, hey. What's with you?"

I'd put them in an awkward spot, so I bowed slightly in apology.

"Haha, don't worry. We're acquaintances."

Her constant attitude just made me want to tease her more. I pondered how and where to do it.

What a weird guy. Our first meeting was off from the start. No, it wasn't just weird—it was the worst. A criminal, nothing more or less. All I could think was how to screw him over.

"Haa..."

But for some reason, my head must've gone haywire. Right at that desperate moment when I was about to lose my virginity, his unexpectedly gentle attitude made me think... maybe this wasn't so bad.