Chapter 285
Chapter 285
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: The Busty Manager's Jealousy Toward the Idol
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She's gotta be confused.
She probably figured at most you'd sneakily done something naughty with your girlfriend, but then this scene comes along and upends that naive assumption entirely.
I started counting silently in my head, wondering how long their standoff would last.
Exactly ten seconds.
That was how long it took for Park Seoyoon and Han Chae-ah to finish sizing each other up, clear their throats, and snap out of it.
Park Seoyoon, bursting with curiosity more than anyone, spoke first.
"...You're the manager? For real?"
"Yes? Oh, yes. I'm Han Chae-ah, the manager in charge of Mirae University branches 1 and 2."
Even after hearing it straight from the source, Park Seoyoon didn't seem convinced. Her eyes flicked to the name tag dangling around Han Chae-ah's chest.
[Mirae University Branch 2 - Manager Han Chae-ah]
Confronted with irrefutable proof, she gasped.
And with a practiced sales smile, she dove right into flattery.
"If it's not too rude... how old are you?"
"Twenty-seven this year."
"Whoa...! I pegged you for early to mid-twenties! You look amazing for your age."
"Oh, no, no. But... you look familiar."
"Ah! Maybe you've seen me online or on TV. I'm Park Seoyoon from idol group XX."
"Park Seoyoon... Wait, really!?"
Han Chae-ah's eyes went wide as she scrutinized the self-proclaimed idol's face more closely.
As if dredging up a vague memory, she clapped her hands and let out an awed gasp.
"It is you! But you're friends with Woojin from the same school?"
"It just kinda happened. We're the same age, so we hit it off quick."
Right? Park Seoyoon nudged me with her elbow. Like she was telling me to play along.
Felt like some invisible pissing contest.
Since it was true enough, I nodded along.
One face lit up.
The other darkened.
"I see... Woojin really is Mr. Popular at school too, huh?"
"Not always. She's a special case."
"Yeah, we just happen to be next-door neighbors."
"Next... door!?"
Han Chae-ah's reaction made Park Seoyoon's chin lift a notch. Kid already knew how to work a room.
Things were heating up too much, so I cracked open a soda can with a crisp hiss to cool the air.
"Manager, come here and take a sip first. It'll melt away your fatigue."
"Yeah, yeah. I'll enjoy it. Thanks."
Like she'd thought of a winning move, Han Chae-ah flashed a grin and hustled behind the counter.
She dragged a chair right up next to me and plopped down.
"...."
Park Seoyoon's face soured, intrigue flooding in.
Way too close for just manager and part-timer.
Her squishy tits were brushing my elbow bit by bit.
Park Seoyoon shot the scene a glance, yanked open her soda can roughly, and chugged—one gulp, two, three—her throat working hard.
"Makes sense since you're young, Manager. Super close vibe. Really free-spirited atmosphere."
"Right? Woojin feels like a little brother, so I spoil him rotten. And he actually works hard."
"Little brother, huh... Woojin, how long you been part-timing here?"
"About two and a half months. Started right before break."
"Gotcha."
With some intel in hand, Park Seoyoon stared off at distant hills, piecing it together.
Obvious as hell what was on her mind.
Could I really get freaky with this woman?
Or were those multiple loads from the girlfriend sneaking in?
She seemed torn between the two.
Meanwhile, Han Chae-ah was slyly rubbing her tits against me while sipping her drink.
Finally, Park Seoyoon shook her head with a sour look.
Couldn't commit.
No matter how chummy with all that skinship, banging was a whole other league.
Especially a manager jerking or sucking you off under the desk during peak hours?
But a twenty-seven-year-old running two stores with massive, gorgeous tits?
Near-mythical specs.
'No shit she won't buy it. Why risk that kinda heat?'
I fiddled with my phone, dodging Park Seoyoon's glare.
Finally, no smoking gun, she pulled a card from her pocket.
"Ring me up. Been hogging the part-timer too long."
"Nah, celebrity dropping by? Total honor."
"Please, cut that out. I wanna stay a normal college kid."
After bragging about idol status two seconds ago.
Whatever. I nodded vaguely, and she turned to go.
"Catch you later. Bye, Manager."
"Take care."
The commotion wrapped up, store went quiet.
Expecting her hands on me ASAP, but Han Chae-ah just eyed me quietly.
A bittersweet gaze.
"Woojin knows idols too... Your network's insane."
"Idol's no biggie. Just next door, so faces crossed paths."
"Now school's... Nah, if it's good, it's good."
She sighed softly, rolling her shoulders.
Edge in her tone.
'Jealous?'
Cute. I circled behind, cupping her tits that seemed extra droopy today.
No effort needed—fingers sank right in, heavy as hell.
Applied slow pressure; she twisted her head, lips pouting.
"Hah... What're you doing..."
"You're prettier than any idol, so who cares. Hotter as the sexy convenience store manager sis."
"Sexy... And it's not a concept—it's my job."
"Tomato, tomahto."
Hammered pretty and sexy; her lips softened fast.
Praise makes whales dance, facts.
Mood heating, I pressed my lower gut flush to her back.
Rubbed my half-hard dick on her, lips to her flushed ear.
"Still buzzing from sucking my cock under there? That's why you bailed from storage quick."
Nod, nod.
"Kept our deal—one solo tug only?"
Nod, nod.
"Lemme check."
Too shy to speak, she shook her head no.
Slid one hand from her tits downward.
Rubber-band pants? Easy access.
Inside scorching—like a vinyl greenhouse baked in the sun.
Hunted the hottest spots, probing; her body jolted.
"Wet already? Didn't sneak a rub in storage?"
"N-nooo... This is just..."
"Just what?"
"Got too excited... didn't realize..."
Earlobe crimson. Lewd as fuck—patience thinning.
Forced shutdown on the still-linked wireless dildo.
Can't have Park Seoyoon spotting my raging boner and circling back.
'Day one full reveal? No fun. Let her stew solo at home.'
Link cut, I tilted her head back.
"Door's wide open. Your move?"
"Storage."
"Customer midway? Kills the vibe."
Han Hee-jin locked up bold; responsible Han Chae-ah's pick?
Hand into panties—her conflicted eyes glazed over.
Answer was set.
Swirled soft pubes clockwise, nudged her rock-hard clit.
Tap-tap; mouth gaped, sweet moans leaked.
"Hah...! Ung... Harder..."
"Harder? Noise carries outside."
"I'll hold it... You block."
Tongue out, begging. Glossy spit, sticky mouth—pure temptation.
Itched to devour, but summoned iron will.
"Bang out in the open at the counter? Someone walks in, we're busted."
Squeezed her tits hard, shoved hand fully into panties.
Hit the hole gushing nonstop; hot exhale, legs spread wider.
Middle and ring fingers in. Entrance only, but thick walls clamped fierce, slurping my digits.
"Then how..."
"Close ten minutes for 'technical issues'?"
"That's..."
"Kissing ya, pinching nipples, pounding your pussy, finish with a fat creampie."
Words done—mashed her G-spot.
"Hahng...! Uhng... Eut...!"
Brain's mush now, bet.
No loose ends—I hovered my face, lips a breath from hers.
"Ng! Ung... Hah..."
Unleashed, she lunged like a filly in heat.
Devoured my mouth, tongues thrashing.
Waist wriggled in horny frenzy, then lips parted.
Short but savage—a glassy strand dangled.
"Strip. I'll lock up."
"Manager perks?"
"Breaks fuel harder work. You caused this—don't gimme that look."
"What look?"
Grinned; she jabbed my lips with a finger, brat-face.
Flipped serious, stroked my cock once.
"You know. That clueless poker face. Infuriating."
"It's just me. Sue me."
"...Hate how much I love it. My curse."
Muttered low, headed to the door, flipped the lock.
Shook it—solid. Back to the counter.
"Keep your promise."
Shh—pants and panties down in one go.