Chapter 15
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Sexless Cafe Owner Bae Da-hye (6)
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Overhearing the sounds from the cafe was pure coincidence.
I normally don't visit the study room on Saturdays or Sundays.
Since I spend every weekday afternoon there, I had no desire to waste my weekends cooped up in it too.
But today felt different.
My condition was too good to just lounge around at home.
Maybe because I'd gotten a rare deep sleep, my eyes snapped open at 6 a.m.
My mind was so clear that even when I tried to go back to sleep, I couldn't.
So I sat down at my desk.
The moment I opened a book and started reading, I dove into it with a focus that surprised even me.
Three hours flew by in the blink of an eye.
Could it be that the buff from yesterday's coffee was still lingering? With that thought, I headed straight to the study room.
I'd just broken up with my boyfriend anyway, so I had nothing else to do.
But when I arrived at the building, something odd caught my eye.
The Awakening cafe, open 365 days a year, wasn't doing business even though it was nearly 10 a.m.
As I passed by, wondering if they'd changed their policy,
through the cafe's glass wall, I spotted someone's legs moving up and down.
Right on top of a table...
Peeking through the tall wooden planters...
A lewd thought flashed through my mind.
Was the cafe owner sneaking a quickie with her husband inside?
Hiding in the corner booth, out of sight, sucking, slurping, and pounding away?
I knew the cafe owner was married.
I'd bought coffee there once.
Of course, what I got was a regular Americano for 50,000 won—no buff included.
I'd just bought it to take a photo and show off.
It was trendy back then to post on SNS about how thrilled you were over coffee your boyfriend bought you.
That's when I had a short chat with the cafe owner.
When I asked if she had a boyfriend, she said no boyfriend, but she did have a husband.
High-rank Awakeners really are on another level.
If I'd Awakened as C-rank, no, even D-rank, I could've pursued a career that fit my Aptitude...
And dated an Awakener boyfriend, dreaming of a happy married life like hers...
Her husband was a B-rank physical-type Awakener.
A real man's man, throwing down with monsters in hand-to-hand combat.
What must it be like to be held by a guy like that?
With all the buffs she could cast on him, they'd probably go at it like rabbits every night.
That's what I remembered thinking.
And so, without realizing it, I activated my skill.
The skill that amplifies surrounding sounds several times over.
The one I usually only used while masturbating in the emergency stairs.
I used it to eavesdrop on what was happening inside the cafe.
"Can't hold back your lust and spread your legs? You're a total slut!"
"Hng♥ Y-yes... that's right!! A... slutty pussy. Pound me harder♥!!"
"You get off on trashy talk like this because you're such a low-class bitch. Got it, you filthy slut?"
"Kkuuuh...♥"
"Shaking your hips like a bitch in heat already? How starved were you!?"
Slap—!!
"Huaaang♥"
"...Huh?"
I couldn't believe my ears.
I had no idea what was going on.
My hearing was sharp enough that I trusted myself to distinguish voices.
That's what made it even more bewildering.
The woman degrading herself as a slut was definitely the cafe owner.
Letting out clear moans of pleasure, gasping with every thrust.
That stylish, innocent-looking owner turned into such a mess during sex—that was surprising enough.
But what really shocked me wasn't that.
It was the man.
The voice of the man berating her... it was far too familiar.
From that moment, I stood frozen in place, listening to every sound.
Until the owner, who'd been screaming for hours, went dead silent like a mouse.
"What... the hell am I doing here...?"
Yeah.
No way.
It had to just be similar voices. Coincidence.
How could the sleazy study room owner and the goddess cafe owner ever hook up?
What could she possibly lack...?
What shortage...?
"...Huh?"
Suddenly, two very familiar faces emerged from the cafe's corner booth.
More precisely, the study room owner was supporting the unconscious cafe owner as they came out.
"N-no... way..."
The woman's limp body was covered in cum.
Breasts, stomach, pussy, thighs—everywhere was smeared with thick white semen.
Traces of creampie.
Undeniable proof of adultery.
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"Wow... she's really watching..."
Bojian was standing outside the cafe's glass wall, eyes wide as she stared at us.
I'd tried to move the oblivious Bae Da-hye to behind the cafe counter, but the path there forced me right into Bojian's line of sight.
"Eh... whatever."
I was wearing panties anyway, so it wasn't that embarrassing.
And was banging a beauty like this something to be ashamed of?
Acting like I had no idea what was up, I casually raised my hand and waved at Bojian.
[Show the fainted Bae Da-hye to Bojian, the study room manager wandering outside the cafe!]
[Reward: Stopped Time +5 seconds]
The mission success message popped up just as Bojian spun around and bolted away.
"Whew... now what?"
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"Ugh..."
My foggy mind gradually sharpened.
"Where... ahn..."
A sharp tingle rose from my lower belly, making my body tremble.
"Ah... I must've passed out..."
I opened my eyes on a small folding mattress in the tiny room behind the counter.
"I bought this for naps but never used it till now..."
As I sat up, a thin outer shirt slipped off my body onto the floor.
It wasn't mine. It was Ji-ham's shirt.
"Oh my... he even undressed me?"
I was still naked.
But not covered in cum anymore.
Almost all the sticky semen clinging to my body had been wiped clean.
"Ah..."
As my abs tensed, cum bubbled out of my pussy.
Luckily, a thick towel was under my butt, so the mattress stayed clean.
"He wiped me down... and laid down a towel... how sweet..."
Flashes of our fiery time together crossed my mind.
I hadn't asked for dirty talk, hadn't begged to be degraded.
Yet Jeong Ji-ham had ravaged me roughly, as if reading my deepest desires.
It hit me—this was exactly what I'd craved from my husband.
"What is Ji-ham doing now?"
A sticky scrubbing sound came from outside.
I crept out quietly, careful not to let my footsteps echo.
Clenching my thighs to keep the cum from dripping, I reached the counter and peered toward the noise.
"Ha... no matter how much I wipe, it never ends. Jeong Ji-ham, how much did you shoot?"
I couldn't see Ji-ham from the counter.
But I could guess what he was doing.
"Tsk... this leather seat's soaked with the smell now... should I pay for damages?"
The sound of him scrubbing the seat with a towel carried all the way here.
"Pfft. So cute."
A fresh emotion bloomed in my chest.
My husband had never done aftercare like this.
He couldn't ravage me to the point of death like he didn't care if we dropped dead mid-sex,
nor would he wipe me down afterward or clean up the mess.
"I figured it'd be a one-and-done thing..."
Ji-ham probably had plenty of fuckbuddies, so he wouldn't obsess over me.
If it felt good, maybe tempt him when I was really lonely to relieve some stress.
That's all I'd planned.
"Master~."
"Huh? D-Da-hye? Master? What if someone hears!"
Ji-ham poked his head around from behind the counter, wet towel in hand.
He looked downright adorable.
"They say cuteness is undefeatable..."
"Pardon? What'd you say?"
"Soundproofing here's great, so it's fine. And don't strain yourself—come here. Master's got other places that need working."
"Ah..."
At my words, Ji-ham swallowed hard.
His eyes dropped to my chest—hidden by the counter anyway.
"I can clean the mess with my skill later. I'll call someone to handle it."
"Oh, good..."
He shuffled toward me hesitantly.
Today was Saturday.
First time a husband-free weekend felt this thrilling and exciting.
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After Ji-ham left, I was alone in the cafe.
It was already dark outside, and instead of coffee aroma, the air reeked of sweat, semen, and pussy juices.
"I thought I'd feel some guilt..."
This was perfection.
Body and soul, fully satisfied.
"Is this why everyone cheats?"
Trashy thought, but honestly, it felt unfair I'd gone this long without it.
I knew I couldn't ignore Ji-ham's calls anymore.
Knock knock knock—
Then the cafe door opened with a tap on the glass.
Dark blue hair.
Lighter blue eyebrows.
Blue eyes bordering on black.
A woman in a black mask, face scrunched up—probably from the vibrating stench inside.
Park A-young, who ran the Hunter-exclusive massage shop on our building's second floor.
"You came?"
"..."
A-young approached and signed with her hands.
We went way back, so I could roughly follow her sign language.
Even without knowing it, anyone could've guessed what she meant.
"A-young, everyone has a secret or two in life. Big sis just got a new one today."
"..."
Her eyes asked what I meant.
"First, use your skill to clean up the cafe? Then... come to my place, and I'll tell you everything slowly. Deal?"
Park A-young nodded reluctantly.