Chapter 287
Chapter 287
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: You Fucked My Sister? Who Was Better?
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Emergency. I'd figured she'd swing by around closing time since she went to help out at the first store, but why now?
The floor wasn't even cleaned yet, and we still had customers to handle, so there was no way I could drag Han Hee-jin off somewhere else.
Chae-ah noona was resting, so contacting her was out.
For now, I'd just have to stall.
I plastered on a casual, welcoming smile.
"Heard one of the part-timers was out, so you came quick. Long time no see."
"Don't dodge the question."
"I'm just asking. Why the attitude? You said you were covering, so I was surprised you showed up early."
"...I was working there and overheard something hilarious."
Han Hee-jin pulled out her phone with a terrifying glare.
She shoved the screen in my face, tapping the clock.
"About fifteen minutes ago, one of the customers spotted me and suddenly started chatting me up. Like this."
She cleared her throat dramatically and launched into an impression of some guy, complete with gestures.
"Aren't you the clerk from that one-room convenience store? It's closed right now—what's up with that?"
"It's closed?"
"The sign said it'd reopen in ten minutes, but it stayed shut, so I just came here instead."
"Oh... sorry, I'm just covering today, so I wouldn't know."
The nightmare I'd dreaded had come true.
We'd been closed too long, so customers flocked to the first store. And with Han Hee-jin's unmistakable looks, someone recognized her and asked.
She must've gotten a bad vibe and rushed straight over.
She'd always been quick on the uptake—maybe she'd already pieced together exactly what went down inside.
"Anyway, looks like you're done now, right? I'm coming in."
With that, Han Hee-jin shot a glare toward the back and stepped forward.
I had to stop her, but I had no excuse. No choice but to deal with this head-on.
It was bound to blow up eventually anyway.
I followed behind her as she strode purposefully inside.
The only sound was the quiet hum of the AC.
The store felt eerily empty.
"Where's your sister?"
"Resting in the warehouse."
"Yeah? Must've been some tough work."
Han Hee-jin flashed a rotten grin and craned her neck around.
Spotting nothing unusual, she headed for the counter.
She froze.
The moment she stepped behind it, her body halted, her face dropping.
Her eyes locked onto the puddle of clear liquid splattered across the floor, with occasional white globs floating in it.
Even after seeing it herself, she couldn't believe it. She squatted down and trailed her finger through the mess.
A sticky, viscous strand clung to it, trailing upward.
"Explain what the hell this is. Now."
Her voice came out ice-cold.
Her shoulders trembled faintly.
"No matter how I look at it, this is... that, right? You did it with my sister, didn't you? Don't beat around the bush—just say it."
Her tone dripped with certainty.
Her words flew out like bullets; there was no dodging them.
Denying it would just backfire, and hiding it any longer was pointless. Time to come clean.
"Yeah, I did. Exactly what you're thinking."
"I see..."
I'd braced for a scream or a punch, but her response was surprisingly calm.
She roughly wiped the gunk off her hand onto her clothes and stood.
She still wouldn't show her face, but I could guess the expression—probably chewing her lip raw.
I waited quietly, and she spoke first.
"Kinda figured something was off with her lately. Especially on Wednesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays—she'd doll up her makeup and wear cute outfits. I had my suspicions."
"So you knew?"
"About two or three weeks ago. She's always homebodies suddenly going out on weekends? Staying out overnight? Calling you to the office? Yeah, I had plenty of suspicions."
Of course Han Hee-jin would've noticed changes in her sister of twenty years.
I'd been too complacent thinking she wouldn't.
"Even the way she looked at me felt off. Guess this is how it turns out..."
She trailed off, staring off into the distance. I tensed up, wondering how she'd react.
I waited silently.
"Hoo..."
A short, heavy sigh escaped as she whipped around in a flash.
Her sharp elbow rocketed straight into my gut.
"Ugh...!"
"You did the exact same thing to her... in the same spot you did it to me."
Han Hee-jin muttered it with a surprisingly composed face.
As I rubbed my stomach to soothe the pain, she flicked my dick and glared at the warehouse.
Her expression was resolute, like she was facing a formidable rival.
"So it felt that good, huh? Good enough to shut the doors for thirty minutes and fuck like animals?"
"Yeah, it was good."
"Better than me?"
What a loaded question.
I averted my eyes and tried to play neutral.
She smirked and pointed to the monitor in the corner.
"I'm here on the down-low, so I'll check the CCTV tomorrow. If it's deleted or anything... you know."
"Won't touch it."
"We'll talk details tomorrow. And don't pretend you don't see me."
"Got it."
She seemed pleased with my compliance, flashing a small smile.
Probably thought she'd gained some leverage.
'Surprisingly smooth. Because she already knew?'
I eyed her face, nursing a bit of doubt.
It wasn't bad—it almost looked... refreshed?
Making sense of a puzzle she'd suspected made sense, but there seemed to be more to it.
Maybe her inferiority complex toward Chae-ah noona had turned into competitive fire.
"Why stare like that? Planning to fuck me now?"
"No energy. No time."
"Liar. Anyway, I'm out—get to cleaning that floor, you cocky part-timer who fucked both sisters."
With that, she stomped hard on the semen puddle.
Venting her petty rage, she gave me one last look and vanished out of the store.
"Wasn't she a masochist? She's suddenly all aggressive."
She loves getting roughed up during sex, but now she's coming at me bold as brass.
She'd started seducing me in the first place to prove her worth, so this persistence fit.
Ambiguous feeling.
Even knowing I'd fucked her sister, she acted like that—it had to mean she really liked me.
I scratched my head and headed to the warehouse.
Shhh...
Someone was already in the bathroom.
Han Chae-ah, ass out, diligently wiping around her pussy.
'Not tempting me for round two, is she?'
She was shoving fingers in her hole, scooping out the white stuff—clumped pubes dripping water droplets.
So focused she didn't notice me.
I cleared my throat.
"Want me to wipe it for you if it's tough?"
"Kyaa!"
She jolted like a startled cat and checked the mirror for the intruder.
Recognizing me, she let out a big sigh.
"Haa... Knock next time. Thought my heart was gonna drop out."
"Figured you'd lock the door at least. Just turned the knob and bam—huge ass. I was more shocked."
"Who else comes in here besides Woojin? More importantly, store open?"
"Yeah. Lucky no one outside. Gonna wring this mop."
"Okay."
I dunked the mop I'd brought into the sink behind her.
As I ran the water and sloshed it around, lewd noises leaked from behind.
"Hng... mm..."
Was she cleaning or masturbating?
She was scooping out the contents with her fingers, but the motions were pure porn.
I stopped wringing the mop and watched.
Finger buried to the root, wiggling every which way—her pussy and ass twitching in sync each time.
Doing this on purpose?
"Looks rough. Need help?"
"I'm good. Almost all out."
More clear juices than semen now, so she wasn't lying.
I calmed my half-hard dick and changed the subject.
"What if someone complains about the long closure?"
"I'll handle it, noona-style. And with a cute manager like me, who'd dare complain?"
"True."
"Even if headquarters bitches, just apologize and move on."
Rich girl toughness.
Ding-ding—customer bell.
"I'll head out and handle cleaning and the register."
"Noona's almost done too—just hold down the fort a bit."
"Take your time finishing up."
"Thanks."
That innocent, clueless smile.
How would it change if she learned her sister knew about us?
A few hours later.
Shift-end timing, Han Hee-jin showed—but acted totally normal, no hints.
Same even heading home.
No texts. No calls. Not a peep.
Made me uneasy instead.
My gut screamed "calm before the storm."
"Guess tomorrow or the next day."
Tense up, sure—but no need to fret over what hasn't happened.
Deal when it comes.
I kicked off my shoes and eyed the box in front of me.
The precious onahole delivery.
Not really in the mood, but timing wouldn't align otherwise.
'No one leaves a package unopened.'
Tired, but I'd give the wireless-connected onahole a quick taste tonight.
Showered clean and returned to bed.
'Do it just like the first time I got one.'
Connected to Park Seo-yoon, and an image popped up: her rolling around on her bed.
Prone, watching a movie on her laptop.
Motivation surged. I touched the hole opening.
"Kyaaaa!!!"