Chapter 284
Chapter 284
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Suspicious Return
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283 I didn't do anything.
Doubt, confusion, surprise, irritation—various emotions flashed across her face in quick succession.
Park Seoyoon's eyes widened, her brows furrowed, her expression went blank, but in the end, they all converged into one.
Anger.
Park Seoyoon shot me a blazing glare, as if flames might erupt from her eyes.
I'm working part-time here, so why is this happening? You're standing at the counter—why are you cumming?
She alternated her gaze between the counter-hidden lower section and my face, silently demanding an answer.
But of course, I wasn't going to give her one.
Officially, I was just an innocent bystander who knew nothing.
Still, to add some realism, I staggered my body briefly and reached out a hand.
"Did you lose your wallet?"
"My wallet... it's gone. I must have left it somewhere else."
"Really? What do we do?"
Pretending to worry, I glanced at her bag.
Not only the wallet, but her palms and the backs of her hands were covered in semen from every corner, so she couldn't pull them out.
That alone would have been fortunate.
Unfortunately, the bag and cosmetics were also sticky with it—a sight too gruesome to behold.
But isn't that wallet expensive? I don't have money to compensate...
I didn't spray it myself, so no need to worry.
To begin with, carrying a dildo in her bag was the mistake.
I wiggled my fingers and decided to extend some goodwill first to the woman standing frozen.
"Transfer the money to my account later. I'll cover this."
"Really? You'd do that?"
"You're not the type to eat and run, and there are people behind you, so no choice."
"Thank... you."
Her face didn't look grateful at all. If I kept talking, she might start grinding her teeth.
I quietly finished the payment with my card and thoughtfully packed the items into a bag.
Park Seoyoon took it with her other hand and awkwardly turned her body.
"See you later."
"Yeah."
Just before leaving, she glared at the space under the desk.
Like a detective uncovering a secret, or an eagle eyeing prey.
I deliberately averted my eyes.
"Smooch... slurp... haah..."
Han Chae-ah was kneading my balls diligently, trying to squeeze out every last drop of semen.
Even after swallowing everything in her mouth, she didn't release my cock.
One load apparently wasn't enough.
While watching the next customer place their items, my emerald eyes met hers.
"Hng... mmph..."
She worked her lips before pulling away with a pop.
Then she opened her mouth wide to show she'd swallowed it all, flashing a beaming smile.
Fuck, that's hot. As I throbbed my cock largely, Han Chae-ah stuck out her tongue with glazed eyes.
She licked up the glans, took a deep breath, and swallowed halfway down the shaft again.
"Haah... hng...! Mmph... haah...!"
It didn't seem like it'd end soon. I sighed softly at the long line ahead.
I'd be busy for nearly two more hours—surely she wouldn't keep sucking the whole time?
I'd have to find the right moment to slip her out.
As I felt the creeping pleasure build, suddenly the mental replay of Park Seoyoon screaming in disgust played in my head.
"You... you fucking psycho? Why are you jerking off there? With people right in front?"
She'd ducked into a secluded alley and opened her bag to check inside.
Her body trembled at the tragic sight—everything soaked in white fluid, like someone had spilled yogurt everywhere.
"That time with Shin Ayoung doing outdoor exposure was bad enough... Park Woojin, that guy's got severe exhibitionism, doesn't he? It's the only explanation."
She pulled out her hand, bringing the semen stuck between her fingers right up to her face.
The thick scent was enough to numb her brain.
She shook her hand over the ground to dislodge the larger clumps.
After repeating this a few times, she calmed down somewhat and recalled the earlier scene.
"...But how did he jerk off at the counter? Weren't both his hands up above?"
Her eyes turned suspicious in an instant.
Then she voiced the most likely hypothesis.
"No way he had a girlfriend under there, right? Making her jerk him off secretly... Nah, who thinks like that?"
Even she laughed in disbelief at her own words, shaking her head vigorously as if to dispel the thought.
But her upturned lips quickly returned to normal.
"Gotta check it out. Too suspicious."
With a hardened expression, the connection cut off as Park Seoyoon headed home.
My hand slipped off the dildo—no helping it.
If she's checking, does that mean she'll come back? This could be a headache.
I scratched my head and glanced down at Han Chae-ah, still sucking away.
Her overflowing saliva dripped onto the floor, forming a puddle, while her hot breath heated the cramped space.
My balls might swell up like this.
But since I hadn't seen her in five days, I decided to let her go until she was satisfied.
I pressed my waist firmly against the desk and focused on the transactions.
Thus, 30 minutes passed.
"Slurp... slurp... hng... mm..."
Apparently bored of just sucking, Han Chae-ah's hand had slipped into my pants.
The rubbing over her panties grew faster.
Pretending to grab a bag, I leaned down to meet her eyes.
"Sis, are you masturbating?"
"Mmph! Chuup... haah...!"
Han Chae-ah startled like a kid caught doing something naughty. Yet she didn't stop touching her pussy.
If anything, she spread her legs wider, as if pleading for me to calm her down now that I knew.
"Hold off till later, and I'll make you feel that much better, so pull your hand out."
"Hng... okay."
Even with the carrot dangled, her hand didn't withdraw easily.
The immediate pleasure seemed more important as she kept fidgeting, gazing up at me seductively.
Seeing Chae-ah sis's face like that weakened my resolve.
I'd meant to make her endure until checkout slowed, but guess I'm just a man after all.
I relented.
"Fine, just one orgasm. Touch more than that, and no cock for you."
"Yes...!"
Han Chae-ah bobbed her head while keeping my cock in her mouth.
Thrilled, she growled throatily and deepthroated the shaft.
"Hng...! Hng... mmph... haah...!"
If not for the bustling crowd noise, it would've echoed outside easily.
I stroked her head once and resumed serving customers.
"Thank you."
It took another hour for the store to quiet down.
Chae-ah sis had milked three more loads out of me before finally emerging from below.
She slipped out discreetly to avoid eyes, but after bending over so long, she groaned continuously.
Thanks to her boosted stamina and recovery, she was managing; otherwise, she'd have collapsed already.
"You okay?"
"My back hurts... throat hurts... legs hurt... everything aches."
"You'll recover soon. Rest in the storage room."
"Is that okay? I left everything to you earlier when it got busy..."
"You made me feel good the whole time as payback. When you're better, we'll do whatever you want."
She massaged her shoulders with a guilty look.
But upon hearing my next words, her face lit up with anticipation as she turned toward the storage room.
As I supported her staggering form, Park Seoyoon suddenly popped into my head again.
Seeing her a lot today.
Actually, voyeur mode had triggered multiple times, but my cock kept firing semen, so she couldn't muster the courage to leave the bathroom.
Now truly stopped, she was packing the dildo into her bag, preparing to head home.
"Haa... took forever to wash off. But why does this dildo keep cumming? Not broken, right?"
Park Seoyoon tapped the dildo and shuddered.
Seemed like PTSD from earlier.
Evidence: she had it wrapped in a towel.
"It's soft now, so probably done. Should check out the store anyway? Gotta figure out what happened."
With that ominous declaration, Park Seoyoon headed to the convenience store.
I pondered excuses while killing time.
I could play dumb and deny it, but teasing her—acting like I might tell or not—seemed more fun.
Vague answers would spark her imagination, right?
Ding-dong.
"Welcome."
"Oh, hi. Here to pay you back for covering my stuff earlier."
"No need to rush."
"Nah, I hate owing debts. Gotta settle right away."
Park Seoyoon strode to the counter, stretching her upper body to peer inside.
"So this is what a convenience store counter looks like... neat."
"You've never done part-time work, huh?"
"When would I have time? Practicing all day."
She pulled her wallet from the bag that still seemed to smell.
Flashing a shiny card, she pointed to the fridge.
"Get whatever you want to drink as thanks. If there's another part-timer, get theirs too."
"Dunno, that person probably won't drink."
"There is someone?"
Her eyes sparkled, thinking she'd caught me in interrogation.
I could see right through her, you bitch.
"The blonde girl from before? Or someone else?"
"That's our store manager."
"Manager...? Weren't you alone at the counter earlier?"
"Probably in the storage room."
Disbelieving eyes. Park Seoyoon narrowed her brows but masked it with a smile.
"Must've been tough with all those people... Now, grab any drink quick."
"I'll enjoy it."
I sauntered off leisurely.
As my figure vanished between shelves, Park Seoyoon swiftly jumped onto the desk, leaning forward as far as possible.
Her target: where I'd stood.
Spotting the large space below, she smirked slyly.
Real paranoia case. Narrow-minded for a celebrity.
I deliberately slammed the fridge door loudly to signal I was done.
Returning to the counter, I heard a noise from the storage room right then.
"Haaah...! Woojin, you're right—it healed fast. Now..."
Our manager emerged stretching.
She alternated glances between Park Seoyoon at the counter and me, her face blank.
Like, who's that woman?
Park Seoyoon mirrored the expression.
Why's such a pretty woman coming from the storage room?
Park Seoyoon's gaze dropped from Han Chae-ah's face to her overwhelming breasts and froze.
Her mouth gaped open.
This could send her imagination piercing the sky into space.
Let's fan the flames a bit more.
"Manager, feeling better? This is a school friend—buying drinks as thanks for earlier help. Join us."
But neither budged.
The silence broke with Park Seoyoon's quiet murmur.
"That's... the manager?"
Her face was covered, but you all know who it is, right...?
Pretend you don't.