Chapter 266
Chapter 266
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: I Was Masturbating to Show You My Wrecked Pussy
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'Lately, I've been going to the first branch a lot...'
She could only run into her oppa three times a week.
Just Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday—and even then, half of those went to her unni.
She said she was helping out with work, but wasn't the frequency a bit high?
Her lips pursed for no reason as she glanced at the empty seat beside her, which felt especially cavernous today.
They'd only worked together for two months, but they'd grown close at breakneck speed—and she'd made serious progress in that department with Woojin oppa.
Propping her chin on her hand, she recalled yesterday's thrilling antics at the counter.
'Just how much of a pervert is he... Making me shove a hot bar into my pussy, then eat it... and then fucking right here on top of it.'
She'd agreed to call him Master and do whatever he commanded, but of course, that came with the unspoken caveat of staying within normal bounds.
Yet she did it all purely because she wanted to.
Sure, at first, her goal had been to make him look only at her.
But as time passed, he took up more and more space in her heart until now, she felt empty without him.
"That's 5,200 won."
She mechanically rang up the total and picked up her phone.
She scrolled idly through her old KakaoTalk chats with oppa for a moment when she remembered the item tucked away in her handbag.
Sizzle...
A neatly folded pair of blue panties. She whipped her head around to check if anyone was watching.
Confirming the coast was clear, she pulled out the secret treasure.
'I was just shooting my shot, but he actually gave them to me...'
The scrap of fabric felt warm, like it still held his body heat, carrying the unmistakable scent of a man.
She hid it under the counter and brought it close to her nose.
Especially the front part that would have pressed right against his cock, where his musk was strongest.
"Sniff sniff."
He must have washed before giving them to her—the faint scent of soap mixed with that naughty aroma she'd come to know so well, prickling her nostrils.
But it was so subtle that she inhaled deeply, focusing every sense on it.
"Snnniff... ha... snnniff... ha..."
She made the kinds of sounds a pervert might, and as oppa's scent traveled from her nose to her brain, his image flashed in her mind.
A massive, rock-hard cock, veins bulging thick and angry.
To picture it even more vividly, she buried the panties completely in her face.
At the same time, she felt a buzz down below and slowly slid her hand southward.
Just a little further to that feel-good spot...
Ding-a-ling!
The sharp bell jolted her shoulders. She quickly hid what was in her hand.
Then she looked up to see who'd interrupted her fun.
"Mm..."
A wavy-haired brunette with round, cute eyes.
The beauty's gaze swept the counter, searching for someone, until it locked with hers.
"Ah! There you are, Heejin. Is oppa around?"
"Hello. Woojin oppa got called away by the manager for a bit."
"The manager... You mean that purple-haired unni, right?"
"Yes. My older sister."
Her eyes flicked upward as she pictured the face. Then she clapped her hands as memory hit.
"Ahh! That pretty unni! But he's gone?"
"She's swamped with the end-of-month reports and asked him to help."
"I see..."
Yoon Hye-yoon looked briefly disappointed, then flashed a meaningful smile.
A expression that bordered on lecherous.
Han Heejin, ever sensitive to shifts in mood, didn't miss it.
"Something up?"
"Nah, just. Finished my workout and thought I'd swing by to see oppa's face real quick, but he's not here."
With that, Yoon Hye-yoon headed to the fridge and pulled out two sports drinks.
She paid quickly and offered one over.
"Here, drink this and hang in there. Must be tough solo."
"It's not that bad."
"Alright, I'll head out then, unni."
"Take care."
She spun on her heel toward the door, leggings hugging her curves perfectly.
Staring at her firmer ass and thighs, some words slipped out unbidden.
"No wonder it's been so quiet—you've been working hard somewhere else~"
Probably just meant the store felt empty without anyone else.
The phrasing felt a tad off, but Heejin brushed it aside.
Ding-a-ling.
Back to silence. Han Heejin pulled out the hidden panties.
They were crumpled from rubbing against her face.
She stared blankly before folding them neatly and stowing them away—mood killed.
As time dragged on, Yoon Hye-yoon's beaming face kept floating in her mind.
'But she's not the least bit jealous hanging out with someone as pretty as my unni?'
Maybe she trusted Woojin oppa that much.
Or perhaps the thought never crossed her mind.
"Hmph. Bet she doesn't know about all the naughty stuff he does with me."
Han Heejin grinned like a sly cat, rereading oppa's KakaoTalk demanding before-and-after masturbation pics.
The pristine pussy pic was hot enough sans juices, but the next line stirred something deep in my groin.
"Says she'll send the rest later."
Basically advertising outright that she was about to masturbate.
Using my panties, no less.
I double-checked the empty front door before heading back to my room.
It still made me uneasy, but the live show right in front of me took priority.
I grabbed the small onahole and switched to voyeur mode.
There was Han Heejin, buck naked, staring holes through the screen.
Fidgeting, anxious for my reply.
"Haa... She actually sent it... First time since that bastard."
Unable to keep her hands still, she gently rubbed her clit.
I itched to call, but held back. More curious what she'd do on her own than to command her.
Instead, I fired off a curt KakaoTalk.
-Park Woojin: Don't forget the after pic too.
-Han Heejin: Got it.
She sent the reply with a pouty frown.
"What the... He tells me to do it, then acts all indifferent. Tch."
She tossed her phone by the pillow and dove onto the bed.
She rolled around, savoring the plush give, then lifted the covers and fished out the panties.
Holding them high, fluorescent light pierced the thin fabric.
Eyes squinting, she curled into a fetal position.
Then balled up the panties and pressed them to her nose.
"Snniff... Thought a pervert like oppa would make me do something fun... Lame."
Han Heejin inhaled deeply while slipping her other hand between her thighs.
Eyes shut, lost in fantasy.
Each twitch of her wrist made her hips buck. Soft moans escaped, steaming up the panties.
"Haa... The scent's fading already..."
Not enough. She spread her legs a bit.
As if to soothe the ache, she rubbed her swollen clit faster.
"Haak... Hnng... Oppa..."
Her needy call sent blood rushing to my cock. Han Heejin masturbating to my panty scent.
One in a million sight—no amount of money could buy this.
I barely blinked as she flipped onto her back.
Going all-in now—she spread her legs wide.
"Haa... I look like such a total perv like this..."
Panties draped over her face, exposing her shameful spot fully.
Pervert didn't cover it; she looked like a clown, and it cracked me up.
"Eungh... Haaaa... Ut...!"
Undeterred, she stroked her neat, closed pussy up and down.
Once slick with her juices, she plunged in two fingers at once.
"Ahhaang... Hahhnng...! Haak..."
Thought she'd ease in slow; nope, full throttle from the jump.
Her tremors intensified, breaths deeper to savor the scent.
Each inhale swelled her tits upward, stiff nipples on proud display.
"Haut... Ah... Aaang... Oppa... Right there..."
Her fingers squelched in and out, coated in clear nectar.
Lubed up evenly, the thrusting ramped up speed.
"Haang! Hauuu... Right there... Right there...!"
Couldn't just watch a girl masturbate to thoughts of me.
Best would be to go fuck her senseless or go semi-transparent—but not doable now.
Plan B: Grabbed my phone. Freed my cock, then called.
Vrrr... Vrrr...
Multiple rings, no answer. Too busy chasing her high.
"Shit... Why now... Who is it?"
Two more calls—she finally sat up, annoyed, scratching her head before checking the screen.
Attitude flipped to polite as she hit accept.
"Yes, Master."
"Why didn't you pick up right away?"
"I was... you know, in the middle."
"Vague much?"
Even on the call, her fingers kept working her pussy, clinging to the building pleasure.
But spotting my intent to reward, she switched to sultry moans and whines.
"I was... masturbating while thinking of you, Master..."
"Thinking of me?"
"Yesss... I wanted to show you my wrecked pussy before you went to sleep, so I started fingering right away."
Quick on the uptake, perfect line.
"Oh? Sorry to interrupt your fun. Want some help?"
"Don't hang up—just keep talking like this."
She pressed the phone closer to her ear. Adorably earnest.
Moved by her sincerity, I upped the reward from my original plan.
"Hold on, calling back—pick up."
"Okay."
I positioned the phone around my max-erect cock for the full view, then hit call.
Not voice—video.
"Here's your favorite: Master's cock. That do it?"
Hearing my voice, Han Heejin nearly dropped the phone from her ear.
Rustling sounds, then her face filled the screen.
With huge, saucer eyes.
"Yessshhh...♡"