Chapter 11
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Sexless Cafe Owner Bae Da-hye (2)
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Late at night.
I closed the cafe door and stretched refreshingly.
"Huuuuh!"
It was nearly 11 p.m.
There were hardly any people walking on the sidewalks or cars driving down the roads.
"Finally, a day off."
On Saturdays and Sundays, my part-timer runs the cafe for me.
I just stop by briefly to buff the coffee grounds and head home.
"So much free time... but nothing to do... What should I do this weekend?"
I double-checked that the door was locked and started walking.
My place wasn't far, so I planned to walk home.
"Of all days for work to overlap with my day off..."
On days like this, I usually spend time at home with my husband.
My husband, a B-Rank Hunter, doesn't really have days off, but he tries to stay home on my Saturdays and Sundays.
Of course, it's just an 'effort,' so unavoidable work pops up on those days sometimes.
Like rushing off to rescue people caught in a sinkhole...
Or, like this time, heading out to clean up inside one because of a regular association summons...
Thanks to that, my Saturday and Sunday were left hanging.
"The Libido Boost Buff was the most popular again today..."
Those usually sell out as early as 3 p.m.
Even at over 100,000 won a pop, the customers never stop coming.
From middle-aged couples with rocky relationships to twenty-something office newbies steeling themselves for a wild night—they span all ages.
"And yet I can't even experience the effects myself..."
At first, my husband loved doing it with me.
Before we got married, we'd gone at it from 9 p.m. one night straight through to 9 a.m. the next.
But after marriage, it gradually faded, and now we might do it once a month if we're lucky.
Honestly, these days, unless I practically beg for a baby, it's hard to even get him in the mood.
"Am I that unattractive? Guys still hit on me once or twice a day, asking for my number..."
That's why I sometimes have these fantasies.
What if I actually met up with one of those guys who got my number a few times?
If I cheated... and he found out... wouldn't he start treating me more preciously?
"No... I shouldn't think like that..."
Is it my chest?
Or am I just bad at it?
Or maybe he hates how I keep asking him to hit me?
"He won't even answer when I ask. It's so frustrating..."
Suddenly, I thought of that male customer who buys the Libido Boost Buff and Deep Sleep Buff every single day.
The building owner.
The guy running the study room on the fifth floor.
Any woman dating him must get fucked senseless every day, right?
"If only my husband was even half like that..."
Kka-tok!
The sudden KakaoTalk notification made me jump.
"Whoa! Who's messaging me this late? No one should be..."
My husband said he'd be in the sinkhole for about a week, so not him.
I quit my guild after marriage, and most of my friends are housewives who sleep early and wake early.
"Huh? The building owner? A video?"
We've never even chatted on KakaoTalk before, and now a video...?
"Wh-what is this...?"
I glanced around in a panic.
Making sure no one was nearby.
"Why send this to me...?"
I tapped the video without thinking.
A short clip, about 15 seconds.
A woman, completely naked, legs spread wide on a chair.
She looked passed out, limp all over. Her ridiculously huge breasts, arms, shoulders, head—all sagging powerlessly.
Yet she twitched spasmodically now and then.
Her thighs quivered, her pussy gaping and clenching like it was breathing, opening and closing rhythmically.
"M-must've sent it to the wrong person?"
Just in case, I downloaded it.
To zoom in and examine it closer.
"Isn't this... the study room part-timer?"
I didn't know her name, but we'd chatted a few times.
The college girl who stares at our cafe around lunchtime every day before heading upstairs.
Judging by those tits, it had to be her.
"Did he seduce the part-timer? Then he buys the Libido Boost Buff every day to fuck her? Wait... no... I definitely saw him leave the building with coffee..."
Right then, the video vanished from KakaoTalk.
And a message came from him.
- Ah, sorry. Meant to send it to someone else and accidentally posted it here.
"A-accident? How do you accidentally send that to me...?"
Thinking about how KakaoTalk works, there's no way that happens.
Especially since we never chat...
My heart pounded.
Was it because I'd been having naughty thoughts?
Or because I'd just seen something insanely lewd...?
I could've just lied and said I didn't see it...
But here I was, standing still, messaging him back.
- Are you dating that part-timer?
- No, not dating. Just fuckbuddies.
"F-fuckbuddies?"
Sex partners.
Not lovers—just people meeting to relieve sexual urges.
"People like that... really exist...?"
I'd never been with anyone but my husband my whole life.
Never even considered relieving this lust with someone else.
It was such a shock.
I pulled up the downloaded video again and opened it.
Her thighs and the chair were soaked through.
How roughly did he have to ravage her to leave her like this?
So many unanswered questions.
But one thing was clear.
This woman in the video.
Looking at her sprawled out like melted ice cream, I felt envious.
- Really sorry.
- Wasn't on purpose.
- Can we pretend you didn't see it?
I sent the messages and prayed from under the covers.
The mission completed, but the horrific pain shooting through my dick told me she'd definitely seen it.
Bae Da-hye had seen—and thoroughly enjoyed—my masterpiece from two hours of pounding Bojian's pussy.
"Fuck... Am I getting reported for this?"
Bojian in the video wasn't normal by any stretch.
Less like she enjoyed fun sex with a fuckbuddy, more like she'd been mercilessly fucked and discarded.
"Why no reply?"
The longer the silence, the more anxious I got.
Did she block me?
Tomorrow, when I go for coffee, she'll look at me like I'm a bug...
And tell me never to come back...?
- Got time tomorrow?
I couldn't believe my eyes.
What?
Am I seeing this right?
"Time tomorrow? I've got plenty, but..."
- I'll forget it.
- But the shock was too much to forget for free.
- Buy me a coffee tomorrow. Then I'll forget.
"Ohhh... that's what she meant..."
I let out a sigh of relief.
If it were me, I'd have fired off 'Perverted fuck, go die' and blocked her instantly.
But she's not just forgiving me—she wants to meet for coffee...?
What an angel.
- Come to our cafe by 9 a.m. tomorrow.
"Right... she's the Awakening Cafe owner."
Where buffed coffees for Awakeners can cost millions per cup.
Maybe she's using this as an excuse to suck me dry.
"Still, if a few million settles it, that's a win... Think positive."
I checked my bank balance and opened the VR capsule.
Was gonna sleep quietly tonight, but no dice.
Looks like I'd enjoy Bae Da-hye's pussy for a few hours first.
"H-hello..."
I opened the cafe door, and Bae Da-hye greeted me with a sly smile.
"Come on in. Mind waiting over there?"
She pointed to the spot deepest inside the cafe.
A seat not easily visible from outside.
Even inside, a large potted plant made it hard to tell if someone was sitting there.
It's so popular, vacancies are rare, but being Saturday morning, it was empty. Not just that seat—the whole cafe was empty except for me and Bae Da-hye.
"Shall we chat a bit?"
Bae Da-hye sauntered leisurely to the glass door and locked it top and bottom.
Standing on tiptoes, reaching up—her tight jeans hugged her legs perfectly. The line from thighs to hips was a work of art.
Her black short-sleeved tee pulled up just enough to reveal pale skin underneath.
Silver hair cascading down as she tilted her head back.
And those unusually dark-tinted sunglasses today.
Just like the cafe owner I knew.
No—why's she closing the door?
Bae Da-hye wasn't just locking it; she flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED.
"Um... why the door...?"
"Taking the day off."
"Huh?"
"Shall we introduce ourselves properly? Feels like we've known each other forever, but no names. I'm Bae Da-hye."
"Ah, Jeong Ji-ham."
She rolled my name around in her mouth softly and smiled.
"What'll you have?"
"Uh... my usual... No, skip the b-buffs. Just an iced Americano."
"Got it. I'll make what I want then? You're buying, right?"
"Y-yeah... but under ten million... please?"
Bae Da-hye suddenly burst out laughing at my words.
I know I sound pathetic.
But no choice.
Ten million wouldn't even be surprising here.
"Do I look like such a thug? Disappointing."
"N-no! J-just in case..."
[Ding! Skill Sudden Mission (S) has activated!]
Mission! Stop time and eat out Bae Da-hye's pussy while she harbors lewd intentions!
Hint! Strong stimulation is recommended!
Success: Time Stop +5 seconds
Failure: Time Stop -5 seconds