Chapter 217
Chapter 217
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Handjob Machine Under the Convenience Store Counter: Han Heejin
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Fiery eyes. It was like looking at a predator that had spotted its prey. Just how obsessed was she with my cock?
I hadn't even brought up the bet yet, but she was already reaching out as if she'd gotten permission.
When I tried to stop her, the bell on the door rang just in time as a customer walked in.
"Hey, did you see that girl who just left? She was fucking gorgeous."
"The one with brown hair? Yeah. But wasn't that what she was holding earlier?"
"What was it? I didn't see."
"Condoms."
"...No way."
"I'm telling you, it's true. Our eyes met for a second, and I clearly saw her shove them into the bag in a hurry."
"Whoever her guy is, he's one lucky bastard... Fuck."
"If a girl like that buys condoms first, how good must he have it?"
"Well, it's not us, that's for sure."
Three guys who looked like college students. Their topic of conversation was Yoon Hye-yoon, who had just flirted with me using those condoms before leaving.
She got caught after all. Should've been more careful.
I could picture her flushed face as she ran home. Why go and do something out of character, manufacturing a black history moment like that?
She should've just quietly tucked the condoms into her pocket or bag from the start.
"Anyway... you doing it?"
As I imagined her, Han Heejin tugged at my clothes and asked my intentions. A continuation of the earlier bet.
I'd planned to dial it back if it got too intense, but a handjob seemed just right—perfectly moderate.
Besides, it was a bet, right? She mentioned something about victory and rewards.
"What do I get if I win? Teasing me about being premature wasn't the end of it, was it?"
"If you win, Oppa... I'll show you my tits."
"I saw them last time already."
"What... You don't wanna see them again?"
She glanced down at her chest in slight panic, supporting the large mounds clearly outlined even under her short-sleeved shirt with her arms and thrusting them toward me.
"R-Raw... I'll show you them raw."
"So you were gonna show them with your bra on? Like last time with the towel covering them? Trying to scam me."
"Anyway! Don't you want to see my bare tits? Uncovered... ones I've never shown to anyone."
The idea of seeing those pale, soft, inverted nipples in real life. Her slightly trembling voice suggested this was the max she could offer right now.
She'd boasted big to seduce me, but now that it was go-time, she was nervous. I nodded and asked about the opposite scenario.
"Fine. So what'll you do if I lose?"
"Show me your cock again whenever I ask."
"That's surprisingly modest. Alright."
"Bet's on then? Wait till the store's empty later."
She regained her confidence at my quick agreement, smirking like she was thrilled.
But win or lose, I'm coming out ahead here, aren't I?
She was the one trying to seduce me, so this was her concession. I could last five minutes of a handjob easy, but now I pondered which outcome would be more fun.
"Thank you."
Two hours later, the last customer finally left. As the door settled quietly, our eyes met at the same time.
"...Shall we start?"
"But the manager said to come when you're not busy—what do we do?"
"What, how long could it take? Just say more customers came than expected and it ran late."
"Yeah. So where? In the back room?"
"Right here."
"Here?"
What gave her the guts to suggest right here? I shot her a questioning look, and Han Heejin pointed to the chair behind her.
I sat as instructed, and she slipped between my legs, squatting down.
Was this the legendary empty space under the counter? It reminded me of some company president and secretary setup.
"If a customer comes, just act normal and ring them up, Oppa."
"What if they come mid-way? I'd have to stand."
"I'll cover you so they won't see."
Han Heejin spoke confidently as she placed her hand on my pants. Her face flushed with excitement, eyes glued to my cock storage.
She pinched the zipper between her index and thumb, glancing up at me one last time.
"For real... we're doing this?"
"Timer starts the second you touch my cock."
"It starts after it's fully hard and you start stroking. That's not how it works."
"Five minutes is generous already. And stroke at a speed like during sex—don't grip hard and jerk wildly, or it'd be unfair to me."
"...Fine."
She reluctantly agreed like she had no choice. With that, the zipper began sliding down.
Ziiiip...
Cool air and warm touch slipped through the opening. Han Heejin carefully maneuvered her hand to pull out my cock.
Her eyes squinted in concentration.
The proud, expressionless girl from her first day on the job was now between my legs, peering at my cock.
Too fucking hot.
Blood rushed to my lower body on instinct. My underwear bulged more, cock straining forward.
Startled by the sudden change, she widened her eyes and opened her mouth.
"It's big."
"Yeah..."
Han Heejin caressed my throbbing member. Spotting the hole in my underwear, she swallowed hard and guided it there.
The pent-up beast sprang out fiercely.
"Ow!"
Curiosity had brought her face too close—she got beaned. The hardened glans poked her cheek.
Han Heejin winced, gently rubbing the spot with her hand.
"So, what do you think seeing it in person?"
"Ugh... It's fucking huge."
"Touch it and the timer's on."
I figured she'd grab it right away, but she scanned it, eyes darting around. Sniffing the scent, hovering her hand to gauge the heat.
Her hot breath kept hitting the glans the whole time.
"It's really a... dick, just like on the internet..."
"All cocks are the same."
"Really...? It looks exactly the same, though."
"So when are you starting? Your admiration's getting old."
"Hold on...! I'm figuring out how to touch it so I win."
Just wants to stare longer, but makes excuses. I watched her eyes glaze over and made my cock twitch.
Her blue eyes followed up and down. That honest reaction made me want to tease her more.
"Seeing my real cock's got you losing it, huh?"
"W-What? I said I'm researching!"
"No convincing with that entranced look."
"When did I make that face!?"
She's been like that since the start. Despite her words, she cleared her throat awkwardly, guilty.
Then she gripped the shaft with her right hand.
Thump thump.
Warm hand sensation and my cock pulsing harder. Feeling a 'real cock' for the first time, she slowly stroked back and forth.
"Timer started. But at that pace, you could go an hour and I still wouldn't cum."
"I know."
"Then why? Trying to show me your tits on purpose?"
"Shut up and get ready to cum."
Han Heejin tightened her grip, gradually picking up speed. Her experience wasn't wasted—she swept the full shaft while perfectly teasing the glans.
"Not bad."
"What? Don't tell me you're cumming already?"
"No way. Just surprised you're this good."
"Yeah?"
Her finger ring clamped tighter. Sensing it wasn't enough, her other hand joined.
Palming under the glans—a pretty advanced move.
Where'd a newbie learn that? Did she search online anticipating this?
Impressed, I stroked the head of Han Heejin, who was staring down at me—a habit from petting Ayoung or Hye-yoon during blowjobs. I pulled back quick, but she didn't seem to mind.
Instead, like a purring cat, she made pleased sounds.
"Mmm..."
Liking it, she buried her face in my lap. Still stroking, just changing the angle.
"Three minutes gone..."
Ding ding.
As I started to warn her, the door opened. Body reacted on habit, ready to stand for a customer.
"Welcome."
I glanced down. She'd bumped her head on the desk when I stood, frowning hard, rubbing her crown and thrusting a fist out.
"Wanna die?"
"What was I supposed to do, customer came."
"Make it up with extra time. Three more minutes."
"Fine."
The pleasure that had been building vanished with her hand, so I agreed easily. Standing to serve, her hot hand returned to my cock.
"Oppa's tendons in the back are insane."
"Duck lower so it's not visible from the front."
"The guy's way over there anyway."
"You know you'll take the bigger hit if we're caught?"
She pouted with a small tsk. Pushing my upward-curved cock down, she resumed the same stimulation.
Now with better technique, focusing the sensitive spots. Faster and harder, no doubt.
"This feels good, right? You twitch every time I rub here?"
Orgasm building faster than before. Excited by my reactions, Han Heejin cranked to max speed.
Alternating glances between my cock and face while jerking, until the customer approached with items.
Quite a haul. This'll take a while.
"Checkout."
"Need a bag?"
"Yes, please."
Her hand didn't stop even as I chatted with the customer. Getting a handjob from Han Heejin at the convenience store counter while ringing up—this absurd situation sent the cum signal from my balls quick.
Pretending to grab a bag by bending over, I whispered quietly.
"Gonna cum soon."
"Huh? W-Wait...!"
Ignoring her panic, I scanned the barcodes.
One, two. Beep beep—cum filled the base, mid-shaft, then the urethra tip in sequence.
I thrust my hips forward and came hard.
Spurt spurt!! Splurt...!! Spluuurt...!!
"Eek...!"
As I handed the bag, white liquid erupted. A small scream came from below, muffled mostly by the bag's rustle.
What happened? I looked down as soon as the customer left.
"...Wow."
"Ugh... Why do you cum so much...?"
Han Heejin grimaced, face and bangs splattered thick with semen.
She'd tried blocking with her palm at the last second but mistimed, letting it squirt through her fingers.
I'd unintentionally bukkaked her. I half-expected it—she hadn't grabbed tissues coming between my legs.
I knew but didn't say, hoping maybe she'd take it in her mouth.
"Go wash up first."
"Okay... But the bet? Time?"
"Hmm..."
Five minutes plus three extra made eight—the agreed limit. Timer showed 8:30.
Even accounting for chit-chat, I won. I showed the timer, smirking.
"My win."