Young Holes Are Always the Freshest♥♥

"Exchange any money and you get a coupon."

"Ah... so that's what the ten thousand won earlier was. A tip."

At the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠return of that frosty voice, I wheeled around and headed back to the exchange booth. When I pulled out three hundred thousand won and handed it over, a man who looked like one of the loan shark's men inside mixed in chips of a different color and passed me two stacks along with a coupon.

I wonder if the safe doesn't open easily...

Pretending to drift away for a moment, I watched him. He was stashing the money I'd handed over into a small drawer-style safe. The big safe beside it stayed shut.

Troubling. Should I stop time and smash the safe open? Could I even break it open within thirty minutes? It looked impossible. And even if I came again next time, would I be able to open that big safe without a fuss?

My head was getting tangled up in it, so I cut the thinking short and walked over to the woman. It felt like a cup of coffee would get my brain working again.

"My coupon."

"Here."

She held out an empty tray as if it were a chore. I set the coupon on it and watched her back as she quickly retreated. She wasn't tall, but her legs were long enough that her proportions looked great.

What a waste.

No matter how I looked at it, she wasn't the kind of beauty that belonged working in a place like this. So I started guessing at her story. A failed idol drowning in debt who'd turned to loan sharks? A woman whose life was ruined after taking out a loan on behalf of the wrong man? Or if not that, maybe her family was buried in debt? The more I thought about it, the more curious I got.

Not the time for this.

I'd suddenly remembered why I'd come here in the first place, and shook my head. I'd also inhaled so much cigarette smoke that my stomach was feeling a little queasy. Before long, I pulled out my phone. I had to check, at the very least.

Alright.

And I stopped time. Even the cigarette smoke that had been trailing long ribbons through the air hung frozen in place. I headed straight for the exchange booth.

Let's see. Could I open it with a crowbar, maybe?

Before long, I opened the door of the exchange booth that had been shut. Luckily it wasn't locked. Inside sat a man far bigger than he'd looked through the little service window.

He looks solidly built, doesn't he.

I went straight to inspecting the safe first. It was an old, dated, absurdly oversized safe — which meant it probably held a lot of money. This one wasn't an electronic lock, but the manual kind where you line up numbers... except.

Huh? It has a padlock on it?

A heavy padlock hung from the hinges, top and bottom. And then I spotted the key dangling from the man's neck.

In that case.

I pulled the key out and undid the locks. In an instant, both padlocks came free in my hands. I opened the door right away. The CCTV mounted inside stared at me with its light dead.

I can't believe it's this sloppy.

When I lifted the cloth draped lightly over the contents, stacks of neatly piled money appeared.

There it is!

I grabbed the money by the fistful and stuffed it into my bag.

This should be around seven or eight thousand.

By the time I'd packed the bag tight with cash, the zipper wouldn't even close properly. I pressed the money down hard and forced the bag shut, then slipped back outside. I sprinted off quickly, hid the bag in a flower bed in the vacant lot I'd scouted earlier, and came back.

"Whew... out of breath. How many minutes is that?"

I'd moved pretty fast, and yet barely ten minutes were left. I bolted straight to where the woman was standing.

"Ha. There you are."

Her face, waiting to hand me my coffee, was twisted up like the world had wronged her. Well, whatever. I crouched down beneath her.

"Mm. Cute scent, cute face."

With that, I lifted her skirt. Through her white panties, a glimpse of her pubic hair showed through, tangled in a messy thicket just like her personality. I pulled her panties down right there.

"Oh. Pretty. But why so red?"

Her reddish pussy gleamed the color of a cherry ripened well in the sun. I brought my nose to it and rubbed lightly. The damp, glistening flesh pressed soft against me and slipped away again.

"Nice. Let's meet again sometime, pretty girl."

Then I checked my remaining time and returned to where I'd been standing. Before long, time flowed again. The cigarette smoke floating above my head began drifting lazily once more, and with it, a sweet pussy scent wafted up from below my nose.

So pussy smells sweet too, huh.

While I was savoring that scent, the woman approached and held out the coffee on her tray. And then—

"Keep the change."

I laid ten fifty-thousand-won bills onto her tray. Her cold eyes melted into smiling crescents in an instant.

"All of this?"

"Too much? Want me to take some back?"

"I've never seen you before, mister. Where are you from?"

Now she seemed willing to talk to me. I waved my hand like it was nothing and leaned in close to her ear. She tilted her head ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slightly and offered her ear.

"Can I cop a feel of your ass too?"

"Ugh. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Pervert. Do whatever you want."

Comeback the sullen face. And with it, she turned her body slightly, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠offering up her ass. A haughty yet alluring pose. I slid my hand casually onto that grudgingly offered backside.

So soft.

Over her skirt, my hand sank into a plump, yielding warmth.

"Thank you."

"Ah. Yeah."

But it was over in a flash — my hand had barely touched her before she was turning her back to me. I ached to stop time again and pounce right then, but I'd burned through my entire daily allocation on Sena and Mom. I drained the coffee in one gulp while watching her walk away, then hurried back to where I'd stashed the bag.

"You little shit. I knew you'd pull this. Borrowing in dribs and drabs instead of one lump sum. So how much this time?"

"No. I'm here to repay..."

Bag in hand, I'd gone straight to the loan shark's office.

"Huh? Kid. Really? Where'd you get the money?"

"I... borrowed it from a friend..."

"You son of a bitch. Planning to stiff your friend too?"

"Sorry...?"

"Kidding, kid. Let's see, what was your name again?"

And so I settled my debt with the money I'd stolen from them. Watching the man count cash with no idea he was counting his own money, I barely held back my laughter, demanded a Paid-in-Full Certificate on top of it, and walked out of there.

Then I stopped by the bank and deposited thirty million won — part of the stolen money — and met the real estate agent I'd arranged an appointment with in advance.

"How about this place?"

"It's the best one. Let's sign."

Depositing that much money at once made me uneasy in more ways than one. Besides, I was planning to keep up the pretense of a daytime job, so I needed a hideout. After looking at several places, I signed a monthly lease on an officetel near the busiest part of town, paying with the money I'd just deposited. It was vacant, so I could move in immediately.

"Whoa. Killer view."

I took a little time soaking in my first-ever place of my own, then fell asleep on the bare floor with no blanket. The moment I woke, the aftereffects of having had my way with mother and daughter, plus the tension from the arcade, all unwound at once — and the late afternoon was suddenly upon me. I left the place right away.

"I'm hungry."

On the way back, as I was mulling over whether to buy a car, I found myself passing the market again before I knew it. And naturally, Soyoung came into view. Evening was drawing near, but her shop looked quiet. I headed straight for the soup kitchen.

"Have you been well?"

"Oh my. Yes. Ah — yes."

She'd grown gaunt over the past few days. Even so, her breasts still swayed with that same heavy bounce. She greeted me with slightly startled eyes.

"I came to eat."

"I've been waiting for you."

Not the reaction I expected. I'd figured she'd salt me like a demon and ask why I'd come back. She pulled out a chair at the table with a calm voice, and I quickly took my seat.

"What is it? Need more money?"

"No. I've been thinking it over... it's just too much..."

And out came another unexpected statement. Her face sank heavily as she spoke.

"So?"

"I'll pay it back. Give me time, and I'll pay it little by little. If you'd just... not charge interest..."

"You did pay off the loan sharks, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then forget all that. Just give me your panties. I'll buy them from you."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Your panties. The ones you're wearing. I'll pay good money. That settles it, right?"

"Wh—why would you want something like that?"

"As you know. Because I'm a pervert. Take them off for me now."

"For... for something like that... money..."

"If you don't like it, fine — just pay me back in cash then. Fifty a month, and we'll call it done."

"...I'll take them off for you."

"See? And you said it'd be a waste. Pfft."

"I'm sorry..."

She caved to my offer in no time at all. Was a life with money always this beautiful? She glanced outside the shop, then hurried toward the back room. I immediately caught her by the wrist.

"You have to take them off here. If you go swap them out with your mom's, I'll be heartbroken."

"I won't do that..."

"Hurry up."

"Jeez, honestly..."

She cast another troubled look outside. But there was nothing there but merchants busy with their own work and shops already shuttered for the day. Before long she lifted her loose, roomy skirt halfway, slipped both hands underneath, and tugged her panties down. The glimpse of her thick, plump thighs was as luscious as ever.

"Hand them over. Quick."

"Okay."

Before long, the rolled-up panties slipped free. She pressed her lips tightly together as she handed them over. I brought the panties straight up to my nose.

"Like I thought. A young girl's scent really is better."

"I'm... sorry?"

"Nothing. Get me some food."

And with that, I found myself picturing the girl I'd seen at the arcade. That tender young pussy, giving off a scent so different from Soyoung's sour tang. I wanted to see that pussy so badly it ached.

"I'll eat later. I forgot to ask what time she gets off work."

"Huh? Me...?"

"No. There's a cute, pretty girl I've got my eye on. I'll leave money for the meal here."

"Ah — okay. Come again. Please come again."

And with that, I walked out of the shop and headed for the arcade.