Chapter 162
Chapter 162
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Dildo Squats Challenge
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"Fuck..."
She spat out the curse with relish and glanced around. Once she confirmed the store was empty, she slipped her hand under her skirt.
The pink panties came off with a tug. They slid down her legs and vanished straight into her handbag.
Lifting her skirt revealed her snow-white lower body. The ass and golden bush I'd seen yesterday.
The feel of air on her bare skin felt awkward, drawing a small moan from her lips.
But aware time was short, she immediately thrust her ass back until it touched the dildo.
"Keep this inside for 30 minutes?"
Her dry, unaroused pussy.
She stuck her fingers in her mouth and began rubbing her slit.
"If I just shove it in, it'll tear for sure..."
She slathered her saliva-coated fingers all over her pussy with care, then smeared it on the dildo to kill the friction.
All while alternating wary glances between the entrance and the storeroom.
Squelch... squelch...
The wet sounds signaling it was good to go. She shifted her stance.
The hole jutted up high—she had to go up on her tiptoes just to reach. Han Heejin gripped the counter tight with both hands and lowered her hips.
"Haaa... Condoms feel so different."
A touch more dissatisfied than her usual expression.
She paused now and then for lack of lube but kept steadily working it deeper inside.
"Just a little more..."
With the head past and half the shaft left, I slammed the wall hard.
Crash!
"Eek!"
Han Heejin's body jolted high. A scream tore from her throat.
All her senses locked on her pussy, she'd forgotten where she was for a second.
Snapping back, she bore down hard. Aiming to swallow the dildo in one go.
But if the world bent to her will that easily.
And that wildcard? Me.
"Ow... hurts. Stubbed my toe."
I limped behind the counter and plopped right beside her, rubbing my foot.
Laying it on a bit thick.
"Hic...! S-stop..."
Han Heejin stared dead ahead, ignoring me completely.
Red-faced and hiccuping like she'd eaten something rotten. No clue what hole she used.
"You sick too? Face is beet red."
"D-don't... talk to me..."
No bubbly cheer—just a strained rasp, like she was fighting off agony.
A glance sideways: ramrod posture, legs quaking.
Skirt fluttering with no breeze in sight.
I watched the show a moment. Han Heejin turned my way.
Trembling finger jabbing the shelves.
"Uh... could you clean the store... please?"
"Polite ain't your style. Got it."
I hopped up easy, and relief bloomed on her face.
Telepathy as I headed for the mop in the bathroom:
Teasing her lit her face up hotter.
She looked ready to snap back but focused on steadying herself instead. No comeback.
"Ughhh..."
Thighs rubbing, squirming awhile. Then gripping the desk, she lifted her ass.
Kept going till the head hooked the entrance.
Against expectations, the dildo gleamed slick. She'd made juices in the meantime.
Wanted a closer look, but her pussy gulped it down again. Foiled.
"Ahhh...! One... done?"
Up to you how many. But squatting right off? Pussy itching?
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
One masturbation pass for this... easy terms.
— han_zazi123
Loving you hustling for my cock. Can't fight if it's that good.
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
Sitting still drags time... Two.
— han_zazi123
Smoother squat than the first.
Wished for crowds today. Dead empty.
Five rounds in, I returned with the mop.
Started wiping from the far end. Han Heejin locked eyes on me, kept squatting.
Squelching below, arms casual on the desk above. Helluva view.
Rushed to the counter fast as I could, but she'd hit nine. Quick pace.
No freebies though. I'd never hand over passes that easy.
I stepped inside mop-first.
"Gonna wipe here too."
"Uh...? No need."
"Manager chews you out later, you taking heat?"
"I'll tell her myself."
"No way. Quick wipe."
Anxious face, ass glued down tight. Desperate to hide.
I ignored it all, played dumb.
Thud.
"Ungh!"
Thud.
"Haaak..!"
Lewd moans popped every "accidental" chair-leg bump. Same story a few more hits.
Finally clued in, she glared daggers.
"Why keep... hitting the chair?"
"Your legs in the way. Mopping around easy, huh?"
"Rough wipe nearby's fine."
"Never mopped once? Counter gremlins suck."
"Ugh... clean and scram."
"Lift your legs."
No choice, she hoisted them quick. Physics don't play though.
Weight crashed ass-ward.
Deeper dildo mashed her cervix.
"Uhaaang...! Uuht.."
Eyes rolling, sweet moans. She face-planted the desk to hide her blissed-out mug.
I tacked on one more.
Thud.
"Huuuk... Uhaaa..."
Ass spasmed wild, hips bucked front-back.
Something plopped through the chair hole.
Drip drip like a faulty faucet. Clear sticky slick soaked the floor.
Yanked the mop quick. Tapped her shoulder—show over.
"Legs down good."
"U.. Ung.."
Legs dropped, fresh flood poured.
Post-climax, walls dragging the dildo spelled disaster.
I rinsed the pussy-soaked mop but she stayed slumped.
Gave squat space—even then, no dice.
Might stay down forever. Time to pep-talk.
Grab the masturbation pass? Only nine and you're tapped? Lame.
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
I'll... do it. Wait.
— han_zazi123
15 mins gone, yeah? I don't mind longer, but bored guy part-timer stuck next door?
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
Ugh...
— han_zazi123
No pass then. Ride home plugged? No panties—slip midroad? Sis might swing by pre-close. Whatever.
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
Her face went ghost-white.
All too plausible futures.
Nail-biting debate later, she shook her ass once and spoke.
"Ahhuung... One down, right? Got a deal."
"30 fast squats, cancel the 30-min plug."
30-min's yesterday orgasm extension. Squats separate event? Why me?
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
Th-then 40.
— han_zazi123
15 mins for 10 squats?
— tprtmgkrhtlvdj32
45...
One per minute. Constant plug fine, but 45 solid counter.
Post-climax sensitive—fast reps no joke.
"No fakes."
Greenlit, she hiked her hips fast.
"Huuuup...Uhaa....!"
Grip so vise-like, the condom rolled up from the base.
Aware or not, she hammered her pussy rapid-fire. Max reps while solo.
Splash... splash...
Loud enough for the storeroom.
Numbers and moans hushed as she slammed down.
"Twen...ty-nine...thir...ty..! Uhk..up... "
Thirty hit, body quaking hard.
Roughly 70%. Just twenty more, but teetering bad.
Slitted eyes said climax two. Proof: mini-squirt puddle.
Juice-flooded before anyway.
Ding ding.
"My buy. Ring it all."
"For real? No funds and you're dead."
"Shoppin' time~"
Pack of college kids burst in.
Prime bulk-buy vibes—Han Heejin stared tense.
Dildo dilemma face, but no time—one stepped up.
"One gold please."
"Yesss.. Uht.."
Twist scraped sensitive walls raw. Still rang it smooth, no tells.
Next wave: snacks, drinks, booze—tons.
Way past sit-and-scan. Sitting impossible anyway.
Pile grew, tears welled near.
Stand? Dildo drip show. Sit? Overload.
Pity assist time. I comet-blasted in, snagged the scanner.
Fun torment's fun—till outsiders see.
"Help here. Over this way."
"Oh, sure."
Checkout done, glance her way—she dodged my eyes.
"...Thanks."
"Sick confirmed. Been off all day."
"Fine. Work."
"Cool. Chill today."
Crisis separate from squats—pulled back smart.
Splash.
Step hit wet smack. No ignoring that slosh.
Sole up.
"What the? Spill?"
"Uh..!? Y-yeah, drink spill... mess."
Pointed the counter water bottle.
Tease shot, perfect timing.
"Weird smell tho..."
"Oppa nose busted. Work."
She knew. Pussy ruled her meter-radius. Thick as hell.
Thigh-shove to eject—I played along, out.
Time-kill, phone buzzed.
Done and dusted, she rose. One hitch left tho.
Yank dildo—spring gushed. Hole winked, flow ramped.
Long plug left it agape.
She grabbed the mop, scrubbed the counter solo.
Buzzing busy, Han Chae-ah door-kicked in.
"All good?"
"Welcome, Manager."
"First sighting today. Woojin-ssi?"
"Yeah."
She beamed, head to Han Heejin.
Haggard obvious. Han Chae-ah gasped, palm to forehead.
"Oh? Heejin, face shadowed—sick?"
"N-nope. Sleepy. Hard day's work maybe..?"
Eyes dodged, head sly-back.
Chae-ah worried gaze... but split-second smirk. Blink-and-miss.
Then, loaded line.
"Yeah? Head home early and crash then?"