Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Chapter 102 - 101 함정 깔기
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Translator: crow
Chapter 102: Laying the Trap
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"Unnie, get up! It's almost 1 p.m.!"
"Uh... yeah... got it."
I woke up to Hee-jin's voice calling me.
Until now, I'd always been the one waking her up. This was a first.
"Hngh..."
As I sat up, I felt different from usual.
My mental fatigue was gone after a good night's sleep, but this time I felt weak and languid.
Especially down there—it burned like fire.
I thought I'd gotten used to my nipples by now, but this time it was my pussy acting up.
I tried to ignore it and push the blankets aside, but the relentless itching made me stop.
My clit was tempting me endlessly, begging to be touched.
The sensation was impossible to endure without giving in, making my head spin for a moment.
Holding out would just mean touching it sooner rather than later.
I decided to touch it just once. Exactly once.
I needed to check what was going on to get out of bed.
With a mix of fear and anticipation, I slid my hand down.
"Nghaa...♡ Mmph!"
Suddenly, a jolt shot through my pussy, and a lewd moan escaped my lips.
A sound so slutty I couldn't believe it came from me.
I quickly pulled my hand away and glanced at the door, worried it had leaked out.
But Hee-jin showed no reaction, so she probably hadn't heard.
"Hoo..."
I let out a sigh of relief and flipped the blanket all the way off.
I spread my legs and bent my head down as far as it would go, neck straining.
This time, I clamped my mouth shut tight and touched my clit again.
I only meant to check briefly, but the ticklish sensation was even worse than before—unbearable.
"Hmmm... haaah...♡"
Pleasure so intense my vision went white for a second. A chill ran up my spine, and my legs shot straight out.
Even so, my fingers wouldn't leave it. They stuck like glue.
More precisely, my brain wouldn't let me stop.
'I did it last night anyway. Doing it again won't change anything.'
If I just came quickly once... it'd be fine.
With that, I started masturbating in earnest.
I knew I shouldn't, but reason couldn't beat instinct.
"Haht...! Haaang... hng...♡ Nghaa..."
How much time passed?
My pussy grew hotter and hotter, sweat soaking the sheets where my ass pressed against the bed.
Suddenly, my back arched on its own, thighs trembling.
'I'm gonna... gonna cum... almost... just a bit more...!'
"Unnie! You still not up? It's 1:15 now. You're really gonna be late!"
"Haa... Huh? Huh!? W-wait a sec!"
My mind snapped back.
I yanked my fingers away and looked down—my bed was soaked.
One glance told me it wasn't sweat.
'If she'd called 30 seconds later... I would've cum...'
It wasn't Hee-jin's fault, but still... something felt off.
Originally, I'd stayed up late playing with my nipples, and now here I was masturbating right after waking up—that was the real problem.
But stopping right at the edge left my pussy throbbing at its peak.
I could feel it pulsing.
Heading out like this would make the whole day feel weird.
And I couldn't just rest.
'Rest...? Just for a bit?'
A bad idea popped up, but I shook my head. No, it was work—I couldn't...
Thump...
Then my heart raced like it was a great idea. Blood rushed to my pussy at the same time.
The bad idea resurfaced.
What if I took just one day off and worked hard starting tomorrow?
I'd been going non-stop anyway. And once Hee-jin left, I'd be alone until night...
Until night... alone.
Imagining that made saliva slide down my throat.
No one to worry about—I could do whatever.
My resolve tipped heavily one way, and like a dam breaking, I couldn't hold back.
Yeah. If I properly relieved myself today...
I could fix whatever had been wrong with my body.
In the end, I made up my mind and called out loudly to Hee-jin.
"Hee-jin!"
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Vrrr...
A vibration buzzed while I was studying.
Once meant it was probably a text.
The people who might contact me: Shin Ayoung, Yoon Hye-yoon, my parents—four in total.
Who could it be?
I grabbed my phone to check.
[Sorry, Woojin. Taking today off. My body's not listening—fatigue must've built up. Please look after Hee-jin today, see you tomorrow. Thanks!]
A text from Han Chae-ah.
No group chat, so she sent it via SMS.
More than that—taking the day off?
Last night I'd oiled her up, so my conscience stung a bit.
But I hadn't applied so much it'd mess with her daily life.
"Her dark circles were bad yesterday too. Probably just lack of sleep."
Of course, I was the reason for the lack of sleep, so... yeah, I was the culprit.
[Don't worry, rest up today.]
I decided to let her have the day off and sent a quick reply.
Ding ding.
"Hello. You okay alone today?"
"Hello. Lots of people came... but I'm more worried about unnie being alone."
"She ever get sick or anything up till now?"
"No. She worked hard without missing a day... I thought something was off lately, and now it finally blew up."
"Her dark circles were rough yesterday too. She kept dozing off."
"Yeah... I told her to at least go to the doctor. Hope it works out."
After a quick check-in, the busy rush hit soon after.
Bells rang non-stop, customers swarming the counter.
"Do you have any XXX by chance?"
"Ah, sold out. Sorry."
"No Powell Aid in the fridge or the storeroom?"
"New stock comes tonight. Sorry."
Seemed like I was saying sorry a lot today. A quick scan showed the shelves were indeed empty.
With just Hee-jin holding down the fort, no time to restock.
A bit later, as customers thinned, we stepped out from the counter together.
"Phew... totally empty."
"Gotta refill. Was alone today, no time to sort or stock."
"I get it. Store this big, can't be helped."
One person missing—Han Chae-ah—and things got this bad.
Running two convenience stores at 27? Ace of aces. Nothing else to say.
"I'll do drinks. Woojin, snacks please."
"Got it."
I'd hoped to snag clues from her phone again today, but her state said no.
Never expected to find it in one day anyway. Take it slow.
Clink clink.
Thud thud...
Sounds of goods bumping, footsteps.
Occasional customer bells in the quiet store.
No fun chats with Han Chae-ah today—probably like this till closing.
But boredom would kill me. Time to chat.
"Hee-jin, mind if I ask something personal?"
"What?"
"Just popped into my head—do you do SNS? Insta, Twitter, whatever."
"Nah. Why?"
A slight wary tone crept in.
"Just... pretty girls usually do SNS. Thought maybe you did too."
"Too lazy to take pics. Hate getting famous."
Calling her pretty softened her tone again.
Lazy for photos? So she likes recording videos instead?
And with 2,000 viewers as a big BJ? Hate fame my ass.
"Kinda disappointing. Manager probably doesn't either, huh?"
"Never seen unnie do SNS once in all the time I've known her."
"So disappointing. Truly."
I infused it with sincerity.
Would've loved swimsuit or casual pics.
I'd bet my wrist: one bikini post, and she'd hit 50k followers that day.
Take the bet or not.
"Why different reaction with me?"
"Your imagination."
"Feels real..."
"Anyway, neither of you do SNS, right?"
"Yeah."
Han Chae-ah seemed the type to skip it for real. This one? Jury's out.
Suspicion without proof.
Could show her a recording of her stream, but that'd kill the fun.
Best when she doesn't know it's me.
First priority: find her SNS. Dig again when I get home.
Work flew by—busy meant time zipped.
Handed off to the next shift with Hee-jin and headed out.
"Taxi again today?"
"Yeah."
"Same direction then. Let's go."
I led the way home, matching her quiet pace.
Soon we arrived.
"Big road's three minutes that way. Walk you?"
"No, I'm good."
"...Alright. Take care."
"Yeah. Good work today."
She spun around. Elusive as ever.
Wants me to talk, but gets cold once I do.
Shy? Or indifferent?
Her streams scream attention-seeker.
"Whatever. It'll work out."
I got home, booted the PC.
Thought of a good ploy at work—time to try it.
First, made several blank Twitter accounts.
All unique, no overlaps—impossible to link as mine.
Noted IDs and passwords in a memo. Then dove in.
Downloaded short clips from before.
Captured key scenes, uploaded to some accounts with a line:
who is she?
This who?
If that old account comments, means she's still watching.
Posted a few questions, planned work uploads with others.
Hoping for overlaps or live comments in front of me.
Home notifications? No biggie.
Alarms set—check in voyeur mode instantly.
Traps laid. Now wait.