Chapter 225
Chapter 225
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: 224 Do I Deserve Premature Ejaculation Taunts from a Shitty Pussy That Cums from Nipple Pinching?
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"Thank you."
While I was in the middle of ringing up a customer, Han Hee-jin quietly sidled up beside me. She tapped my arm, giving me the hand signal to switch spots.
"I'll take over now. Go see Noona."
"Took longer than I thought?"
"Just felt wiped out, so I took a break."
She strangely avoided meeting my eyes. Clearly, cumming from her nipples earlier had left her mortified.
I shrugged and stepped aside.
'Gotta wash my dick before heading out, right? Even if I wiped it with tissue, it'll still smell like saliva and cum.'
There was no guarantee Han Chae-ah would play with my dick, but given yesterday's extension, the odds were sky-high.
Especially after that collarbone tease earlier. One hundred percent.
As I headed toward the storage room, Han Hee-jin called out to stop me.
"Hold up! Where you going?"
"Where else? The bathroom."
"Not heading straight out?"
"Got saliva and cum down there. Feels gross. Gotta rinse it off."
"Ah... uh... you're just washing it, right?"
Her eyes darted nervously. She was definitely hiding something, but I didn't press and just went into the bathroom.
Screeech.
The door swung open, and a familiar scent hit me right in the nose. No wonder—it was a smell I'd inhaled to the point of nausea, five days a week for six months straight.
'This... is pussy juice smell, isn't it?'
Spot on. Even with air freshener, that lewd aroma permeating the air couldn't be masked. Detective mode: activated.
I scanned the whole room first—no suspicious spots. In a tiny bathroom like this, only one place left to check. I opened the stall door, shut tight like it was hiding treasure.
Drip... drip...
A pink panty hooked on the latch, droplets pooling and falling one by one. I leaned in close and sniffed.
"Yup. Pussy smell confirmed. But why's it hanging here?"
Truth be told, I knew the answer before asking. With Han Hee-jin all hypersensitive and curling up her legs earlier, she'd definitely squirted her juices.
Or maybe she held it back desperately until that final ass smack broke her.
Whatever the reason, it meant I got a free panty show today. She'd grilled me about my underwear color earlier, and here she was flaunting hers outright.
Probably planned to sneak a wash while I was at the first store, in case she got caught red-handed. Too late now.
I decided to play dumb, quietly closed the door, and stepped out. I quickly washed my dick and looked around for something to dry off with.
'But the only thing to wipe with is toilet paper? This setup forces me to see it.'
Sorry. Can't unsee it now. Half-assed hiding like that is what causes problems.
I burned the image of that lonely dangling panty into my mind and headed out.
"Heading to Noona now? You're late. Hurry up."
"Not that late. Wanna do laundry now? I'll watch the counter."
"...Huh?"
"That what you were hiding? Walked in for TP and it's right there... jeez."
I let out an exaggerated sigh, and Han Hee-jin's face turned beet red again. She pointed at me accusingly, mouth flapping open and shut before dropping her head.
For me, it was just new teasing ammo. For her, probably a lifetime low point.
Sure, I'd seen her panties before, but this was the pussy juice edition.
"My teasing feel that good? Must've cum hard enough to soak 'em."
"Shut up, please..."
"C'mere. I'll stroke that ass for free."
"Fuck off! I'll call the cops if you come near."
Watching her freak out actually lifted my mood. I held back a grin and called it quits on the teasing.
A bigger issue loomed anyway. Looking at her trembling fingers, I broached it.
"So, that bet was 1v1, but we still need to settle it, right?"
"Tomorrow I'll go all out, so obviously I'll win."
"That's the problem."
Han Hee-jin shot me a what-nonsense-is-this look. Her eyes spun as she mulled it over but came up blank and opened her mouth again.
"Scared of losing?"
"Look what you pulled today. Super quick shakes, tongue action during the handjob. You cheat like it's breathing. How am I supposed to relax?"
"I let you grope my tits instead. Even gave you a blow... job."
"Good is good, but matches need to be fair. So, here's the thing."
I paused, double-checking my earlier idea. Was it too forward? I'd held back asking before.
Might as well float it now. Build it up slow.
"You jerked me off while touching my dick. I was trying to prove I could last and shake the premature label."
"Yeah."
"But you're premature too, right? Why should I take that shit from you?"
"Huh...?"
She furrowed her brow as the words sank her deeper into confusion. Her fierce glare screamed stop beating around the bush.
I took a deep breath and dropped the line that might get me a 112 call.
"Don't wanna hear premature taunts from a shitty pussy that cums from nipple pinching."
"Wha... what the fuck!?"
Han Hee-jin's shriek drew suspicious stares from a few customers. I pressed a finger to my lips.
"Customers are watching. Pipe down."
"You... you psycho? How do you even say that..."
She gawked, eyes bulging, unable to shut her trap. Probably the harshest thing she'd ever heard.
But if I was stopping here, I wouldn't have started.
"Did I lie? You were squirting pussy juice while I tweaked your nipples."
"No...! Today was just off..."
"Not buying it."
It was payback for her premature jabs at me. Bold as hell, even by my standards.
But she'd set out to seduce me, and with the aphrodisiac lingering, no real backlash.
"So... what's your point?"
"Next bet: mutual handjobs. Nice and fair."
"Wh... why the hell would I let a beast like you touch me there?"
Her words said no, but that lip curl said yes. Playing coy. Almost hooked.
"Then I'd be entrusting my precious dick to you too. Is that all our relationship means?"
"What even is 'our relationship'?"
"You've shown me everything and jerked me off. Plus, it's the fairest way. Pussy vs. dick showdown. Head-on collision."
Pussy vs. dick showdown. Dizzying name just hearing it. Not direct contact, just hands—slight difference, but whatever.
"So... we touch each other till one cums first? Loser?"
"Yep. Any technique goes."
She crossed her arms, deep in thought. She'd fake reluctance, but legal genital flashing? She'd cave soon.
"Hmm... fine. But on one condition."
"Shoot."
"Somewhere else. Hate doing that in this dingy store."
Where's kinkier than here? But we only meet here. Where then?
"Tomorrow?"
"No, my day off. Details via Kakao later."
Alone on her day off? Isn't that a date invite? She said it casually, probably thoughtless. Whatever. Good is good.
I sidled up to Han Hee-jin and placed a hand on her ass. Gave it light taps, leaned into her ear—her body shivered.
"Gonna spank that ass raw then. Look forward to it."
"Eek... you better come prepared, Oppa."
With that, she bolted into the storage room. Meanwhile, I pulled out my phone and dialed someone.
The call connected before two rings, a warm voice flowing out.
"Yeah, Woojin?"
"Be there in about twenty."
"Busy with customers again today... Got it. I'll wait."
Now for Noona to milk my cum. I zoned out in the bathroom till the long water stream stopped.
About ten minutes later, Han Hee-jin stomped over, hands bright red. How hard did she scrub?
I asked her to handle the rest and headed out.
A cool night breeze greeted me at the first store. The part-timers, tipped off, didn't stop me.
Knock knock.
"Store manager? Can I come in?"
"Ah! Come on in!"
I opened the door. Different perfume. Yesterday's was sweet and mature; today's was dreamy, ticklish.
How much did she drop at the department store? New scent every time.
My body, calmed on the way, heated up again. Inside, Han Chae-ah waited in outer clothes, same as before.
"Jeez, staring like that the second you walk in is embarrassing..."
"Noona's too pretty. Lost myself."
"Flatterer..."
Mostly sincere, but a selfish hope it'd earn better play.
It worked—she smiled and pointed to the sofa.
Same as yesterday. Sat where I'd gotten the natural handjob, and like a cue, Han Chae-ah rose from her chair.
"Worked hard today, Woojin?"
She approached, shedding her outer layer with a sultry voice. Two responses flashed in my mind.
One: Worked my ass off, reward please. Two: Couldn't focus, thinking of Noona's tits.
Two it was.
"Kept thinking of Noona's tits. Couldn't get much done."
"Is that so...? Can't have that. Time for the manager to help our part-timer again."
With those words, Han Chae-ah unveiled what lay beneath the veil.
'Oh, fuck.'