Chapter 141
Chapter 141
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: VR Dick Feels Real
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"A bit more to the right... right up against it."
"Like this?"
"Yes, yes. Perfect. I like it."
Inside her office. I was moving the desk.
It would've been simple if that was all, but with the computer and all the files to consider...
It ended up taking longer than expected.
"But why the change? It doesn't look that different."
"Hmm... Just feels more stable this way."
"Does it...?"
I'd literally just pushed it from the left wall to the right.
Han Chae-ah gave my question a slightly troubled look before fetching the tablecloth we'd bought earlier.
She spread it wide and secured it over the edge of the desk.
Its purpose: a leg curtain.
The desk had an open structure in the middle, which must've made her self-conscious.
'If she's covering her legs like that, why the desk in the first place...? No way she rearranged it just to masturbate in secret, right?'
A plausible theory suddenly hit me.
It even explained the seemingly pointless desk position.
Before, it was right in view when you opened the door.
Now, you had to turn your head after entering—slightly more secure.
"Woojin?"
"Ah, yeah."
"Thanks for today. You moved that desk like it was nothing... you're seriously strong."
"This much is basic. It wasn't even that heavy."
At that, Han Chae-ah glanced at my forearm before pointing to the sofa nearby.
"Rest there. I'll grab something to drink."
"Sure. Thanks."
We chatted for about twenty minutes.
I wanted to talk more with Han Chae-ah, but I had to check the photos Han Hee-jin sent.
I made a tearful gesture that it was time to go.
"You could stay longer."
"Hee-jin's been alone the whole time. The stock might be running low."
"Well... nothing we can do. We always say 'next time,' but there's never time."
Han Chae-ah looked genuinely regretful.
We knew each other by now, but different workplaces made it tough.
"Then... could I drop by sometimes on my days off?"
"Huh? I'd feel too bad..."
"It's fine. For a pretty manager like you, I could come every day."
She broke into a huge grin and approached me.
She playfully tapped my arm and handed me a candy from the desk.
"Really... I'm happy just hearing that. Go take good care of Hee-jin, then."
"Yep. See you."
On the way back to store number two, I checked the chat.
-han_zazi123: [photo]
-han_zazi123: Done?
Han Hee-jin with her uniform jacket off, short-sleeve shirt in her mouth.
No bra—her pale white breasts and perky nipples fully exposed.
-tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: Good girl. I'll touch your pussy once tonight.
-han_zazi123: Don't need that crap.
-tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: Really?
-han_zazi123: I did it because you told me to. Never asked for that.
Pretty sure you did.
Plus, there was undeniable proof even if she denied it.
-tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: Your nipples are hard. You're turned on, aren't you?
-han_zazi123: They're always like this.
-tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: I know they're inverted. Cut the bullshit and spread your pussy waiting at home.
No more replies.
I pocketed my phone and quickened my pace.
Ding ding.
"I'm back. Nothing happen?"
She jumped in surprise and hid something.
I gave her a suspicious look, and Han Hee-jin whipped her head away, mumbling softly.
"Noth... nothing."
"Doesn't seem like it."
"Secret."
I stepped behind the counter, and she got up and vanished into the storage room.
"Gonna rest a bit. Call if it gets busy."
"I'm not slacking either."
"You were on a date with your sister. Counts as resting."
Fair point.
Just seeing her face was healing.
Once Han Hee-jin was gone, I checked the nearby CCTV.
Couldn't see the onahole situation, so I was curious how she'd handled it.
No sound, but HD quality captured her clearly.
I rewound to when I sent the chat.
'Found it.'
Customer left, store quiet.
Han Hee-jin turned around and lifted her short sleeve.
Glanced around, then reached back. Bra unhooked loosely.
She stashed it in the counter and snapped a quick selfie.
Right then, a customer entered.
She startled, yanked the sleeve down—and then people kept pouring in nonstop.
Fast-forwarded to now. Nowhere did she put the bra back on.
'She's been braless this whole time?'
I rummaged the counter just in case. No bra.
So the storage room trip...
"Whatcha looking for?"
"Huh!? Oh... charger."
"It's over there."
She'd popped out and slipped behind the counter.
Tone way friendlier than before.
"...Mood better now?"
"Mmm... Felt some thrill. Got me good."
"Thrill?"
"Yeah."
Definitely a masochist.
As I reeled from her mood swing, Han Hee-jin spoke up.
"Oh, and you can drop the formal speech with me now."
"For real?"
"Four-year age gap, but honorifics feel weird."
"Can I call you by name, then?"
"Duh. Even 'hey' is fine. I don't care."
Suddenly way too casual?
Banmal was easier than formal anyway, so I rolled with it.
"Got it."
"So what'd you do with sis?"
"Just shopping and rearranged her office."
"Lame."
We chatted casually as her improved mood carried us through the end of the shift.
Finally home.
Han Chae-ah, alone in the office.
She pulled out her phone and reread the text from earlier that afternoon.
'Won another event? How is her luck this good?'
The message:
A roulette event for all past customers.
She'd hit first place. Prize: a VR headset.
She was already satisfied with the dildo from last time's giveaway.
This VR thing had her hyped too.
She got home with lighter steps than usual.
A massive box sat at her door.
Hee-jin stared wide-eyed.
"Sis order this?"
"Uh... yeah."
"Huge. What is it?"
"VR gear."
"Sis ordering that stuff? Weirdly fits... Can I try it later?"
"Yeah. Of course. Let's head in."
It was a gift from an adult site.
Worried it might be NSFW inside, she absentmindedly agreed.
After resting, they opened the box.
A sleek helmet and gloves.
She'd seen others use them but never tried. No manual anywhere.
Tried the helmet first.
"Whoa... super light."
Fitted like custom-made.
If not for the black screen, she wouldn't know it was on.
Slipped on the gloves, and her view lit up.
'What game?'
A mechanical voice and loading bar kicked in.
Hit 100%, and her view matched reality perfectly.
Tech had advanced this far?
She moved her hands and body to adapt, then checked the manual section.
"Others' experiences loaded in? And you can relive them? What...?"
Couldn't make sense of it, so she went to settings.
Locked by the manufacturer? A padlock emoji blocked entry.
A bit puzzled, she tried the remaining option: playback.
"Baek Ayoung? Jeong Hye-yoon?"
Unfamiliar names. She tapped Baek Ayoung.
"Kyaaah...! Wh-what is this!?"
Screen filled with flesh tones. She shrieked in shock.
Half-expected from an adult site giveaway.
Real porn loaded in.
She'd seen some in life, but never sought it out.
Made up her mind: Hee-jin absolutely couldn't use this. She put the helmet back on.
Her recently surging curiosity in that area egged her on.
Dozens of thumbnails. Each scene different.
Woman sucking a man's cock. Another titfucking.
A kissing couple in the act.
Static images, but just looking heated her up.
Her core throbbed, urging her to tap one.
'Just checking...'
She swallowed and reached for one.
"Ngh... Oppa, like it? Your cock's already this big..."
A woman fiddling with a man's cock while licking his nipple.
Model-pretty face, body that made even other women gasp.
But the star: that dick. Pillar so massive her hand looked tiny.
Weirdly familiar.
Veins, tendons. That insane girth and length.
'Isn't that my dildo? Exact match.'
Even the color identical—recognized instantly.
Issue: why a dick mold as a gift?
She fixated on the woman's hand motions while thinking.
Dildo and VR from same site. With this video...
Kaboom.
Lightning struck—a realization.
'Made from the actors' real genitals! And they filmed it themselves.'
Mind cleared, she refocused.
Now the actress was sucking the man's cock.
"Chup... slurp... mmmph... ngh..."
Realistic saliva sounds burrowing into her ears, woman's musk hitting her nose.
Felt like watching live up close.
The actors' body heat transmitted too—her thighs ached more.
That's real man-woman stuff. I want it that hot too...
Couldn't hold back. Hand slid down.
"Ah..."
Forgot the gloves.
Not skin texture—snapped her back to reality.
She gave up soothing herself and watched hazily.
'I wanna touch that... Not the cold, lifeless dildo—the real one, pulsing and twitching...'
Without realizing, her hand reached for the cock.
Knew she couldn't touch it, but her on-screen hand steadily approached the shaft.
The moment it made contact.
"Eh...!?"
Something hot and hard filled her hand.