Chapter 2: Asking If You Don't Like Sex on First Meeting
It was a truly desperate situation, but I figured I could somehow cover it up by claiming it was just a moan from feeling unwell.
That's when it happened, just as I was about to quickly blurt out that I wasn't feeling well.
-Squelch!Plop!
The rotor that had been buried deep inside my pussy slipped out and dropped to the floor.
Still buzzing with intense vibrations, oblivious to my turmoil, it rolled innocently across the ground.
It didn't stop there—it slipped into a narrow gap under the counter and vanished from sight.
-Plop!
Then it bumped into the customer's shoe and finally came to a halt.
"What's this?"
The customer crouched down, picked up the still-vibrating rotor, and held it up high.
The rotor, drenched in my juices.
"It's a rotor." "C-Customer! It must've fallen from the display shelf."
I reached out in a panic, but she pulled her hand holding the rotor behind her back.
"You've been keeping this inside you the whole time, haven't you?" "W-What? No way. Even in an adult toy store, I wouldn't do something so improper."
She pinched the rotor between two fingers and flashed a small smile.
My juices coating the rotor dripped down her fingers, but she watched it all without a care.
"Do rotors on the display shelf get this wet?"
With those words, I realized I'd met my social death.
"Oh, I get it. You're showing how good it feels, right?"
The customer kept pressing me, gripping the rotor with evident curiosity.
In this moment when ten mouths wouldn't be enough, I just hung my head and silently scanned the barcode.
"It's fine. It's an adult toy store, after all. You could be greeting customers with a rotor inside."
"…That'll be 55,000 won."
I forced the words out, and she pulled out a card with her other hand and handed it over.
All the while, the rotor buzzed cheerfully in her grasp.
"Oh, I almost forgot what I came here for. You're hiring, right?"
I'd been solely focused on how to deal with the rotor in her hand when her words caught my ear.
"P-Pardon? Oh, yes. We are."
"I saw the ad this morning."
I just blinked at her in stunned silence.
Was she saying she wanted to work here?
"I came for the interview but thought I'd browse the toys while I was at it."
Business had picked up lately, so I'd been desperately seeking a female employee to help out.
Maybe the stigma of selling adult toys was the issue—no applicants in three months.
"Could we do the interview now, by any chance?"
This customer had actually come to the adult toy store for an interview.
She gazed at me—still unable to lift my head—with a light smile, the one who'd suggested it first.
I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that the woman holding my juice-soaked rotor was a job applicant.
"Uh… sure, okay. Get ready and come back between 12 and 1."
As much as I wanted to refuse out of sheer mortification, we needed staff too badly, so I agreed to interview her.
"Yes, ma'am. Oh, and I'll leave this here."
With a light bow and smile, she set the rotor on the counter.
As I pulled out a disinfectant wipe to clean the juices from her fingers, she left the store.
"She just… left like that? With all that on her fingers…?"
It made no sense, but I took some small comfort in the fact that it was over.
Confirming the door was firmly shut, I collapsed into my chair and let out a deep sigh.
"I want to die. Maybe I should just."
I'd never felt this level of despair even during my five years grinding away at the company starting at 20.
Sure, I'd botched a deal by misspeaking to a client rep or gotten chewed out by my boss for a messed-up report.
But compared to right now? Child's play.
Those were ordinary mistakes any office worker makes. This? This was the kind of screw-up no human should ever make.
The silver lining—if you could call it that—was that I was the adult toy store owner, and the person who'd witnessed my disgrace wanted to interview for a job here.
In such a niche situation, maybe she'd understand it as par for the course.
"As if."
The shock must've fried my brain or something.
"Yeah, but now I can give her the real scoop. Like, if you crank the vibration to max, you'll get caught…"
I tried to console myself by imagining scenarios, but the despair and guilt only deepened.
"Life is… so damn tough."
I stared at the rotor she'd left on the counter.
Still buzzing away, ignorant of my inner chaos, it rolled around on top.
*
Lunchtime hit, so I headed to the entrance to hang the break-time sign.
In the distance, I spotted a woman walking toward the store.
It was her—the one who'd seen my utter humiliation, the interviewee due at lunchtime.
"She actually came."
Honestly, I'd half-thought she was joking.
Maybe she'd just said it to tease me after catching me in the act, but no—it was sincere.
"Hello, ma'am."
"Oh, hi. Hello."
"I'm here for the interview."
"Yes, one moment."
Seeing her face brought back the moment in vivid detail, my cheeks burning, but I forced my expression neutral and clung to my sanity.
Focus on now.
I desperately needed staff.
After three months with zero interview candidates, one had finally shown up.
As the adult toy store owner, I just had to conduct the interview.
"This way."
I hung the break-time sign and led her to the Staff Room.
Once inside and seated, she handed me her resume.
"Name's Chae-ah Shin. Age… uh, 21…?"
"Yes, ma'am."
Way younger than I'd guessed—I was floored.
I'd climaxed, gushing juices, right in front of a girl seven years younger. And then the rotor deep inside me fell out.
I wanted to die.
No moment in my life had ever made me crave death this intensely.
And that face—21? No way. Early-to-mid-20s at best, being generous.
"You're an illustrator."
"Yes, exactly. So I've got plenty of time flexibility."
Skimming the resume, she seemed perfect for the adult toy store gig.
"21… yeah, 21."
"Yep, 21."
If the age gap had been smaller, maybe it'd be okay.
But seven years? It plunged me deeper into despair.
"Do you know much about adult toys?"
"Yes, I started masturbating with them at 20. Collected them bit by bit since then, so I know quite a few."
I even learned when she'd started using toys for solo play.
"I see."
Knowing her age planted nagging doubts about hiring her.
But she checked every box I'd hoped for in a candidate.
"Haa…"
After agonizing with a sigh, I decided to hire her.
"Alright… want to start this afternoon?"
"Yes, ma'am! Thank you."
Her youthful speech and vibe made me feel like a total monster for what she'd witnessed.
Self-loathing followed by guilt—what a combo.
"No, no. Anyway… we got ourselves a staff member."
"You must really need one."
"Yeah, customers have surged lately. That's why I was hiring."
"Ma'am, you can speak casually to me."
I'd stuck to formal speech since elders sometimes get weird about dropping honorifics first.
But she straight-up asked me to switch.
"Sure, okay. I'm Yui Kim, 28."
"Got it, ma'am. Looking forward to working with you."
"Break time's until 1:30, so I'll show you around."
As I led her out of the Staff Room, I mentally reset a dozen times.
From now on, we were boss and employee.
The embarrassing first meeting? Forget it, fresh start with a clean slate.
"Open this drawer for backups. Refill the display if something's out."
"Yes, ma'am."
"You'll see—displays are sorted by type."
Chae-ah clapped and nodded, adding on.
"Dildos with dildos, Fairies with Fairies. Like that, right?"
"Yeah, exactly."
She grasped explanations instantly and even voiced follow-ups.
"Ma'am, what if a customer asks about a product I haven't tried?"
Her proactive vibe—wanting more than just what I told her—really impressed me.
"If you want, test it yourself in the Staff Room—the one you just saw."
"Yes, ma'am. Do you test in the Staff Room too…?"
I saw exactly where that was going and swiftly changed the subject.
"Come over here?"
After ten more minutes, I'd covered everything needed to run the adult toy store.
"Not too hard, right?"
"No, ma'am. I got it all."
"Good."
-Bzzz!
Right after, my phone vibrated.
A notification: delivery food left at the door.
"Let's eat together."
"Me too?"
"You're working till tonight—gotta feed you."
I opened the door and grabbed the food.
Good call ordering for two, just in case.
"Thanks for the meal, ma'am."
"Dig in."
"Ma'am, one question?"
"Yeah, shoot."
"Did you quit your job to open this store?"
"Yep. Worked to save up for it."
"Any reason why?"
She was asking why I'd aimed to open an adult toy store specifically.
I paused my chopsticks and met her eyes to answer.
She wore a light smile.
Once again, I realized my mid-to-late-20s guess was way off.
That innocent, bright smile fit 21 perfectly.
"Ma'am?"
"Oh, right. Basically, 'cause I love naughty stuff."
"Naughty stuff?"
"Yeah, I love lewd things and masturbating. Opening my own store was a dream and goal."
Since she'd be my employee now, I shared a bit about myself.
"I see. One more question?"
"Go for it."
"Ma'am, you like girls, right?"
My chopsticks halted mid-motion again.
I set down the tteokbokki I'd picked up, chuckled softly, and spoke.
"Asking that means I slipped up somewhere. But I don't think I acted obvious in front of you today, so…"
Only one answer fit.
"You like girls too, huh?"
"Yeah. That's why I asked."
"Yep. Girls for me."
There's always that vibe.
Even without obvious signs, you just know when someone shares your tastes.
"Makes work easier."
"Totally. You said you love masturbating, ma'am."
"Yeah."
I was slowly chewing the tteokbokki I'd popped in my mouth when—
"So, you don't like sex?"