Chapter 257
Chapter 257
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Blonde Neighbor Moves In
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Park Seoyoon soon pulled into the parking lot of my building. I hadn't expected her to move in the very next day after signing the contract yesterday.
Was she the decisive type? Before I could even react, she was hauling a massive box into the elevator.
Looks like the pussy inspection would have to wait.
I stretched out comfortably on the bed, settling into a position perfect for prolonged surveillance.
My intentions were pretty shady, but observation was essential for any kind of conquest.
"Hmm... 501. The end unit would've been ideal, but right next to the elevator? Kinda sucks."
Park Seoyoon shot a wistful glance at my door. She grimaced for a second, then punched in the code and opened up.
She set the box down in the entryway, stretched with a big yawn, and headed back into the hall.
Only after grabbing more bags from her car trunk did she finally lock the door for good.
"For now, I just brought the essentials today... The rest of my packages should arrive tomorrow or the day after."
She ripped open the tape and started unpacking. I held out hope for something juicy, but nope—total letdown.
Pillow, blanket, cosmetics. Just the basics.
I pinned my hopes on the second box, but out came a giant teddy bear plushie.
Perfect size for hugging in bed. A bit unexpected, but it made sense.
That soft fur and adorable face? Exactly the kind of thing girls go nuts for.
Park Seoyoon hummed contentedly as she spread out the bedsheet and plopped the bear on top.
A girl with that slightly aloof vibe having a hobby like this? She was starting to seem kinda cute.
But after that, nothing worth watching. Just unpacking and cleaning. No sign of the action I was hoping for.
I considered popping over with a "welcome to the building" greeting, but that felt too obvious. Nah.
For someone like me who preferred organic encounters, it was too forced.
'Whatever. It's just the beginning. Plenty of chances ahead.'
I shut down voyeur mode and headed back to my room. Somehow, it was already past 4 p.m.
Two hours until my shift. As I went to tidy up the onahole, Han Hee-jin popped into my head.
I'd won our bet on Monday, but I'd been too swamped the last couple days to give any orders.
How do you win a bet like that and just waste the prize? No way.
I pulled up KakaoTalk and opened our chat.
Quick on the uptake with the feedback. I pondered how to mess with her, then a great idea hit.
I set the onahole back on the bed and connected to Han Hee-jin.
Voyeur mode only, of course. The second I touched her body, she'd figure out who I was.
Glancing around, she was manning the counter alone. Her face was blank, but her eyes lit up with excitement.
Probably just thrilled to have something break the boredom.
Playing dumb, I messaged her.
I watched as I assigned the mission. Han Hee-jin grimaced like she'd eaten shit, twitched her lips, and glanced sideways.
She swept her eyes over the CCTV, confirmed the customer was far off, and slipped her hand down.
Not her usual button-and-zipper pants, but comfy elastic-waist ones.
She yanked them down to mid-thigh in a flash and grabbed her phone.
Click. Click.
The screen showed crisp white panties hugging her skin tight, the thick pussy lips outlined with a clear cameltoe.
Mission one complete, she furtively touched her panties.
Right side once, left once.
She tugged them diagonally, revealing a neat V-line of bush.
Phone dipping past glossy golden pubes into her crotch.
The awkward angle from her half-lowered pants had her grunting and spreading her legs wide—one foot up on something.
"Excuse me, checkout."
"Kyaa! Y-yes!"
A customer had snuck up to the counter while she was focused.
She jolted, shivering as she whipped her head up.
Too late to pull up the pants draped over her knees.
Instead, she pressed right against the counter to hide her bare skin and plastered on a huge sales smile.
A dazzling customer-service grin.
The guy got so mesmerized by her gorgeous face he never glanced down.
Beauty as a weapon? Yeah, with that face, it worked.
Still, I didn't love him staring like that.
Suppressing a twinge of annoyance, I waited till he left.
After the mini-chaos and three minutes, she spread her legs wide, pried her pussy open with one hand.
Shoved the phone right up to it, snapping a high-res shot of her sex.
Whatever my ass. Scroll up a bit and the whole convo's right there.
I stared at her pants, back to normal now, lost in thought.
Meant to tease her, but it fizzled out lame.
Something harsher? Something to satisfy this masochist.
Mouth bored despite the words, she moved fast. Tore open the packaging, microwaved it in seconds.
She pulled out the steaming hot bar with a thank-you.
She blanked out for a sec, not getting it, then her face twisted in realization.
Vrrr...
Phone rang instantly.
"Hello?"
"Um, Master. You don't mean the lower mouth I think you do, right?"
"Probably do. The one from the pic you just sent. Eat it with that."
"You fuck... I mean. Sigh..."
Heavy sigh, then hang-up.
...Zero respect for her Master.
I shrugged and switched back to voyeur mode.
"What a fucked-up taste. Shove this in my pussy?"
She twirled the thing, inspecting it. Way smaller and thinner than my dick—a sad little meat stick.
Han Hee-jin blew on the perfectly cooked hot bar to cool it, gulped, and waited for a quiet moment before reaching back.
Acting casual, standing straight, ass thrust out.
Rubbed the hot bar along her pussy, testing, then pushed the tip into the tight hole.
"Haaah... Feels so weird..."
The soft bar slid in smooth—probably stretched from taking my cock before.
"Hngh... Such a fucking perv..."
All the way in, just the stick handle dangling from her pussy.
She let out a small moan and snapped a pic for me.
I swear I heard her grind her teeth on that last one, but whatever.
If she's pissed, she should've won the third bet.
I zoomed in on the pic—her hole sealed tight around the hot bar.
Two tasty things. Tonight's dinner: Han Hee-jin's pussy hot bar.
Time flew to 5:30. Since I was going early, time to prep.
Nothing to grab—I just opened the door and stepped out.
Creeak.
Neighbor's door opened at the exact same time. Park Seoyoon emerged, deep hat pulled low, mask on, doing arm stretches.
Incredible timing. My eyes went wide; she flinched and turned my way.
"Hey. New neighbor?"
"Oh... yeah. Just moved in today."
Awkward as hell, but I figured it'd help break the ice a bit.
"Heading to my part-time at the convenience store. Where you off to?"
"Just grabbing some takeout or whatever."
What are the odds? The closest store was mine.
Meant five extra minutes together.
"No way? I work at the convenience store. Want me to show you? It's the biggest and nearest."
"Sure, that'd be great."
She hesitated a sec but accepted my offer readily.
We headed out together, but chit-chat was minimal.
She seemed aware of her fame, keeping words sparse.
Didn't matter. Walking with a celeb like her was honor enough.
Ding-ding.
"Welcome... You're early."
"Told you I'd come quick."
"Thanks so mu..."
Han Hee-jin lit up seeing me, but her face froze when Park Seoyoon followed me in.
Makes sense—even masked, that classy figure and style screamed high-class.
Her rival radar pinged hard.
"You don't know her, right? Just coincidence we came in together?"
"If I know her, I know her. If not, stranger."
"What's with the vague answer?"
Han Hee-jin tracked Park Seoyoon vanishing into the aisles. I just grinned and slipped behind the counter.
As I brushed past, I grabbed a handful of her firm ass.
"Hnght!"
"So, did you warm up that hot bar nice and good?"