Serin Wasn't a Virgin?!
“Ah, I don’t wanna work.”
It was past 1 a.m. Kim Do-jin, 25 years old, a fine upstanding son of the Republic of Korea. Tonight, like always, I was staring at the convenience store counter.
The night shift at a convenience store—said to be the toughest part-time job out there. And if that store was smack in the middle of the red-light district? The difficulty shot up to levels incomparable to a regular one.
Ever dealt with the endless parade of drunk assholes who show up at night?
“Uweeeek.”
Hydra-like drunks puking and spitting all over the floor.
“Zzz... Pffuuu...”
Illicit squatters passed out slumped near the store.
“Excuse me. One massage oil and one lube, please.”
Women in skimpy outfits reeking of heavy perfume, workers from the trade.
It felt like every villain in the world gathered here. Was this One Piece or something? Looking for villains? I left all the world's villains at the night convenience store!
A night that made me think of Gold D. Roger.
“Hey, you! Where the hell do I live, huh?!”
Another drunk stumbled in, causing a ruckus. How the hell should I know where you live, mister?
“Police station? Yes, we have a severely intoxicated gentleman here.”
Another familiar face tonight.
“Sorry about this.”
“What can a part-timer do? We'll take him off your hands. Good work.”
Nice cops. If the world was just that kind everywhere, how great would it be?
Having safely vanquished tonight's villain, I let out a deep sigh and slumped into the chair.
Ah, this sucks. Hate working. Wanna rip off this damn mask. Can't I take it off when no one's around? I'm human too. Human!
Wearing a mask makes it so hard to breathe I feel like I'm going insane. But no choice. Corona rules say I have to.
Why'd I take a job in such a brutal spot? Needed living expenses. Tuition loans weren't enough, so I grabbed the weekend night shift. Not many part-time gigs for a returning vet in the middle of semester. Good jobs these days only hire women anyway—no spots left. Labor shortage, my ass. Why's it feel like I'm the only one suffering?
Whatever. Weekends kill me, Mondays are hell, but it's fine. I have my endorphin fix to make the week happy.
“Wonder what Serin's up to right now?”
Lee Se-rin, Korean Lit freshman, class of '22. The goddess of our department, the one I like. Glowing skin, stunning looks. Huge breasts, slim waist, long legs—enough to steal any guy's gaze. Especially those cat-like upturned eyes and the beauty mark under her right one. Total charm points.
When I first went to the department lounge after reenrolling, running into her shocked me. Fell for her at first sight. Just thinking of her face now made my lips curl up.
Should I call? Nah, too late. But the urge to hear her voice won out, and I picked up the receiver.
—Huh, sunbae? What's up this late?
“Just wanted to hear your voice.”
—Oh, can you call back later? I'm kinda busy right now.
“Busy?”
—H-Homework, homework! Hehehe. Sorry, sunbae.
“Guess no helping it.”
Her voice trembled oddly. Probably stressed from all the thoughts. I hung up.
So diligent. Not just beautiful—great personality too. Classmates, seniors, even profs adored her.
‘Hi, sunbae.’
‘Can you help with homework?’
‘You're so cool, sunbae. The best!’
‘I ate on you today, so coffee's on me.’
‘Boyfriend? Nah, I don't know much about that stuff. Hehe.’
Watching her laugh with her hand over her mouth healed me every time. Even pricey meals melted away with one smile.
‘Sunbae, movie together? Something fun just came out.’
‘I like older guys!’
‘Ah... Thanks, sunbae...’
‘Oh, this is my personal number—call me once you're home.’
That moment our fingers brushed, she grabbed my hand. Walking home holding hands until we parted—pure bliss.
‘Hehe, embarrassing. Go in, sunbae.’
Ahh, Serin. Oppa misses you so much.
‘I like it. Hehe, not you, sunbae. The color of your shirt. Don't tell me you misunderstood? Oh~~ You did? Do I like it that much?’
Sometimes sly like a fox, but that foxiness was her charm.
‘I like you too. No need to say who, right sunbae?’
Lately, with the heat, she wore crop tops—navel teasingly exposed. So damn hot.
‘What do you think, sunbae? Wore it to show you.’
Last Wednesday, seeing her in that, I rushed home, dropped my pants, and jerked off imagining her. Hated myself, but couldn't fight instinct.
If I had more guts. If I'd held her hand and gone somewhere nice. Would've skipped work that day.
“Haa, wonder what she'll wear tomorrow.”
I sighed—
Ding-dong.
“Welcome.”
A woman in a long coat unfit for the weather, face masked, slipped in cautiously.
‘Coat in this heat?’
Couldn't hide her huge chest though. And those endlessly long legs peeking below. Killer body, no doubt. She wandered hesitantly, grabbing snacks and drinks, then finally clutched three boxes of condoms, glancing at me.
‘Whoa, three boxes of condoms.’
Gonna use all that with one guy? Red-light district nearby, motels galore. Couples with naughty intentions flooded in like villains.
‘Whoever her boyfriend is, banging a girl like that?’
Jealous as hell. Some haul drunks while suffering, others escort girlfriends to motels.
She edged to the counter, wary. Thought she might steal, but no.
“Ch-checkout, please.”
She'd shoved the condoms under the basket last. Shy, sure. Probably wanted them scanned last.
But nah, I always scan condoms first to embarrass 'em. Call me twisted—I am.
Who likes it when folks wreck the place for their fun while I slave away?
And extra-large 0.01 ultra-thins. Fancy stuff.
Beep!
I scanned a condom first; she flinched, staring.
Embarrassed? Return it then. Raw dogging?
Silly thoughts as I scanned the next.
Beep!
She shopping alone? Where's the guy?
Beep!
Face flushed. Eyes so pretty. Kinda cat-like.
Finished condoms, moved to snacks—
“Um, excuse me...”
“Yes?”
I looked up reflexively. She flung open her coat.
“Ta-da.”
Huge tits jiggled before my eyes.
Ah, those breasts? Reality hit late: a nearly naked woman in just a coat, exposing herself.
“Huh?”
First time seeing a woman buck naked. G-cup? Bigger maybe. Slim waist, neatly trimmed bush, protruding red clit. Clear, sticky fluid dripping down thighs.
I blankly alternated between her face and body.
She smiled shyly with her eyes. Familiar somehow. That smile, those eyes, navel line.
I knew that look well.
Imagined it every night since Wednesday.
Nah, can't be. Just a lookalike. Coincidence. Not Serin.
Trembling hands scanned the rest, eyes on her face. Beauty mark under right eye.
“S-Serin?”
“Eh?”
Her eyes shook. Pupils dilated, blinking wildly.
The woman who'd smirked excitedly, flashing herself, now hid her face.
I pulled down my mask. “Serin, right?”
“D-Do-jin sunbae?”
Face crumbling like the world ended, she stepped back.
“What are you doing here...”
Couldn't finish.
Ding-dong!
A man burst in, wrapping her up. “Sorry!”
He bolted out with her.
No answer. Didn't want one anyway.
“Serin...”
Wasn't a virgin, huh.
Bitter betrayal hit. Thought we had mutual feelings. Just my delusion?
‘Was I just an ATM?’
Fuck. Said she liked me. Called late, chatted, met at school constantly.
Her rough voice on night calls made sense now.
Fuck. Not just ATM—human dildo to get her off?
If dildo, at least get used. Bitch.
Tears welled. Yeah, that guy was hot. Stamina for three boxes.
‘Please let his dick be 3cm.’
The leftover XL box shattered my last hope.
“Life's so fucking unfair.”
Some mourn a crush not being a virgin.
Some take that virginity.
Revulsion for Serin, my former stress-reliever. Spreads for anyone halfway decent!
“Goddamn world! Why so harsh on a solo loser like me?!”
If there's a god, help a guy like me. Not loose girls—send me to a place full of women with warm smiles just for me.
I'm truly unhappy. Tears about to flow—
Kim Do-jin, you have just been selected as the world's most pitiful man.
Menu: A place full of women who smile warmly at you
New challenge for a better life.
What the hell? The world outside the store exploded in blinding light.
“Wh-what?!”
From the counter, mid-despair scream, impossible sight unfolded.
The late-night red-light district outside... was now another world.
Fantasy buildings from media filled the surroundings.
“Am I dreaming?”
Pinched my cheek, thinking hallucination.
“Ow!”
Hurt like hell. Real pain.
What is this? I opened the glass door and stepped out.
Next to the store...
“A castle?”
Ornate palace or grand cathedral—huge, almost holy-looking structure.
— Moonlit Lake Brothel —
You are now the manager of the convenience store in front of the brothel district.
Wait, what? Brothel district?