Chapter 83
Chapter 83
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: A Dazed Day
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Since when had she caught on?
Was it because I'd been so intoxicated by Shin Ayoung's body and face, and too complacent thinking I only saw her form?
I never dreamed I'd get found out like this.
Even after time passed, her words and actions at the cafe kept swirling in my head.
She'd secured evidence and even figured out the method.
Seeing how boldly she'd declared war with such confidence made me a little scared about what she'd prepared.
Would it really be okay to just let things go like this...?
There was still time left, so I needed to think more.
Of course, no solutions came to mind.
"...Mr. Park?"
"Woojin... Mr. Park? Woojin? Woojin oppa?"
"Ah! Yes, yes. What's up?"
The voice calling me snapped me back to reality.
I quickly looked beside me to see Han Hee-jin staring at me.
"Jeez... You only respond when I call you 'oppa.' You've been spacing out a lot lately."
"Ah... Sorry. Something came up recently. I was just thinking about it."
"Is it something serious?"
"Depends on how you look at it. But to me, yeah."
"I see. Hope it works out."
Her tone showed zero interest.
She turned her head back and fiddled with her phone again.
She owned this branch, and there weren't many customers, so it wasn't annoying.
Plus, her ignoring me was more comfortable.
Come to think of it, I'd been so fixated on Shin Ayoung that I hadn't visited Han Hee-jin or Han Chae-ah much lately.
In fact, the past four days had flown by without me even realizing how I'd spent them.
Today, I especially wanted to fondle Han Chae-ah's plump breasts and huge nipples.
No matter how close I'd come to getting caught by Shin Ayoung, I had to enjoy everything to avoid regrets.
Especially since who knew what would happen Saturday.
Even if the world ended tomorrow, I'd plant that apple tree.
Wasn't there a saying like that?
...Not sure if this was the right context.
Either way, no matter the weekend's outcome, I decided to make every day count.
I steeled myself and looked at Han Hee-jin.
"I'll do some cleaning."
"Sure. Thanks."
I headed to the storage room and examined the layout closely.
I knew the terrain by heart, but I wanted to test an Onahole here.
If I pretended to organize while watching Han Hee-jin panic live?
Fun ideas flooded my mind, but first, I needed to find her streaming setup.
With that blonde hair, blue eyes, and fast chat speed from before, she might be pretty famous.
I'd probe her reactions later for hints.
I wrung out the mop and stepped back into the store.
I cleaned from the back, slipping into the counter area.
"Hey, can you lift your legs so I can wipe here?"
"Ah, sure."
I glanced at her pale, slender legs, then up to her phone screen.
Maybe I'd catch some small clue.
Not in a bad way, of course.
But it was just a community app—nothing else.
I quickly wiped the cramped counter and finished in the bathroom.
Ten minutes later, after ringing up a customer, I casually asked,
"Anything fun going on these days?"
"Huh? Me?"
"Yeah. I get bored online fast—nothing to do."
"Phones aren't gonna dock you for using them too long."
"Absolutely not. Just sharing fun stuff or time-killers."
"Really...? Well, I watch internet streams or NewTube."
"What kind?"
"Hard to explain... Like this."
She turned her phone toward me so I could see.
The video title was about fashion or cosplay.
"You must really like clothes."
"Kinda. More like research on what guys like."
"You could wear a burlap sack and guys would still flock to you."
"...Is that a compliment?"
"Of course. Means you're that pretty."
"...Hmph. Why the flattery all of a sudden? You only say that to unnie."
I'd slipped into complimenting her without thinking.
I clamped my mouth shut, worried I'd messed up, but she didn't seem upset.
"The manager's just overwhelmingly beautiful. You're too, Hee-jin..."
"Is everyone doing well? I'm here."
The door chime rang as Han Chae-ah entered.
I checked the clock, surprised at the time.
"Still 10 a.m., but you're early lately."
"Oh? Don't wanna see me? I came early to hang with Woojin."
"Not at all. Just that 'manager arrives = time to clock out' is ingrained."
"Then change it to 'manager arrives early = stay longer.'"
"Coming in early from now on?"
"Yeah. Nothing much there, and I wanna see our Hee-jin sooner."
Han Chae-ah smiled brightly.
Just looking at her was healing.
She started inspecting the store right after chatting.
Having just finished everything, I watched confidently.
"Mm... Looks good. Always spotless. You can relax till closing. Good work."
"Thank you."
Soon, the three of us were at the counter again.
Being surrounded by beauties was peak happiness.
I rolled my eyes for something fun.
Han Hee-jin looked grumpy, so I avoided her gaze.
Then Han Chae-ah raised her right hand and patted her shoulder.
Her huge breasts jiggled with the motion, and my eyes locked on.
I turned to her immediately.
"Manager, shoulder hurting?"
"Yeah. It's chronic—happens every day."
Big-breasted women get shoulder knots, and she was no exception.
Though Shin Ayoung never seemed to.
Hers were perky without sagging?
"Want me to massage it? I'm pretty good."
"Really? Please do."
I stood, moved behind her, swept her thick hair aside, and placed my hands on her slim shoulders compared to her chest.
My palms covered them fully as I applied pressure.
"Hrng...!"
Han Chae-ah twitched and let out an erotic sound.
She glanced back slightly.
"Sorry. Not painful—just been ages since someone touched me."
"Tell me if the pressure's off."
"Okay."
The massage began.
Hearing her awake moans felt fresh.
Sleeping nipple play brought raw groans, but this was restrained, laced with embarrassment.
"Hrrm... Ah... There, harder... Haat...! Eut."
It embarrassed me more as the listener.
Was she sensitive, or unused to others' touch?
She seemed to enjoy it—no stopping requests.
"Haa... Hold up, that's enough. Feels great."
She exhaled deeply and called it.
I released and sat back.
"Mm... Knots eased up. Can I ask often?"
"Of course. Your shoulder health's on me."
"Hrng... What’s that?"
She playfully swatted my arm, laughing.
I laughed too, then turned to Han Hee-jin.
"Want one, Hee-jin?"
"No thanks."
Cold tone.
No idea why she was mad.
My question went unanswered as my shift ended.
On the way home, I buzzed with thoughts of healing in Han Chae-ah's breasts.
Those top-tier tits would melt away all fatigue.
Back in my room, I showered quick, grabbed the Large Onahole, and hit the bed.
Picturing her asleep, I hoped she'd drift off fast.
Bwooooong...!
Unlike expected, the sisters hadn't reached home.
Han Chae-ah drove, Han Hee-jin in passenger seat.
They'd stopped somewhere; it was later than usual.
Both busty, their seatbelts sank deep between their breasts—a sight.
The luxury car interior suited them perfectly.
Amid quiet engine hum, Han Hee-jin spoke.
"Unnie. Got a question."
"Yeah? What?"
"Why no boyfriend?"
"Why ask suddenly? Want me to get one?"
"Not that... You're tall, pretty, big chest—got it all. Why not?"
"Was busy before. Now running the store post-grad, no time."
"Hmph... Give that body to me then."
"Oh? You're super pretty too—why so grumpy?"
Han Chae-ah soothed gently.
Han Hee-jin stared out the other window, muttering softer.
"Whatever. And Woojin was grinning like an idiot during your massage."
"Happens. Don't be like that. No bad intentions."
Overhearing cleared it up.
Han Hee-jin felt envious—or jealous?—of her sister.
Han Chae-ah, seven years older, had been busy doting on her college sis, skipping boyfriends.
Soon, they parked underground and took the elevator up.
I waited for deeper night, browsing online.
Sosok...
Moments later.
In the dark room, cute breathing accompanied slow blanket undulations.
Confirming her asleep, I laid my face atop her breasts.
They sank around my moving head, soft embrace.
Like a natural, scented opium pillow.
I lingered, relieving stress, then slid a hand toward the gap.
She might wake, but if today was last, I'd indulge.
Boldly inside—hardness met me.
First time, nipples were low; now protruding.
Proud of the oil's effect.
Like nurturing a tiny plant.
A bit more effort for always-erect nipple training.
Her short moans from fabric brushes alone...
Got me hard just thinking.
I applied more oil this time.
Gently pressing, wishing growth.
"Hrng...♡ Haaa..."
Click.
The door opened quietly.
I knew who without looking.
I paused, watching.
The shadow approached, observing Han Chae-ah.
A fun idea hit: tease the peeper.
I pinched the oiled, protruding nipples lightly.
Her waist arched slightly with a rough breath.
"Hrng...♡ Hn..."
The shadow hid on the floor fast.
Waited for calm, then peeked over the bed.
"Hahaht...! Hup♡"
I squeezed harder.
Han Hee-jin hid again.
I repeated a few times before stopping.
She was adapting to the pattern.
"Unnie... You're asleep, right? What dream's making those noises..."
She muttered softly, then left.
For more fun viewing, I returned to my room.
Not before stroking those stiff nipples.
"Hreeut...♡"