161 - Wireless On**ole

Title: Episode 161: The Scent Overwhelms "Shit..." She swore openly, glancing around. Once she confirmed that the shop was empty, she slipped her hand beneath her skirt. A pink panty was pulled out. It slid down her legs swiftly, disappearing into her handbag. Lifting her skirt revealed her stark white lower body. The familiar sight of her bare bottom and golden pubic hair from last night appeared. The exposure to the cool air made her let out a small moan, seemingly unaccustomed to the sensation. Yet, knowing that time was short, she positioned herself to press her buttocks against the dildo. “I have to keep this... in for 30 minutes?” Her still-dry, parched entry awaited. She began inserting her fingers into her mouth, moistening them to prepare herself before slowly sliding them along her private area. “If I just shoved it in, it’d probably tear…” She carefully applied the saliva to her entrance and then to the dildo to minimize friction. She kept a wary eye on both the entrance and the storeroom, watching as if someone might come. Squish, squish... Once she heard the sloshing sound that indicated it was safe to proceed, she adjusted her position. With only her tiptoes reaching the towering object, Han Hee Jin grasped the counter with both hands, lowering her hips. “Haaa... Condoms definitely feel different.” She wore a slightly dissatisfied expression. Though she paused occasionally due to insufficient lubrication, she diligently worked it inside. “Just a little more...” The head just passed, with about half the shaft remaining when there was a loud bang against the wall. Crash! “Eek!” Han Hee Jin’s body jolted significantly, a scream-like sound escaping her lips. So focused was she on the sensations within that she seemed to momentarily forget where she was. Snapping back to reality, she decided to swallow the dildo quickly. Alas, the world rarely cooperates with our wishes. And it was me who proved the unpredictable variable. “Ow... It hurts. I stubbed my toe.” I limped into the counter space beside her, rubbing my foot with exaggerated motion. “Hiccup...! Hic...” Han Hee Jin, seemingly indifferent to my presence, stared straight ahead. Seeing her blushing face and hiccupping, I realized she had consumed something odd. By which mouth, though, I couldn’t tell. “Are you unwell too? Your face is red.” “D-Don’t talk to me…” Her voice emerged strained, unlike her usual lively tone, almost as if she were enduring pain. Looking beside me, Han Hee Jin kept her back straight, her legs trembling. The sight of her skirt fluttering without a breeze was evident. While observing, Han Hee Jin pointed a trembling finger toward the display. “C...could you clean the store...please?” “Using formal speech, huh? Got it.” As I stood, a smile of relief appeared on her lips. I headed toward the restroom to get the mop, sending a telepathic message. - How much must you have missed that feeling to swallow it all at once? Was it not enough last night? “Please...stay quiet. It’s hard to endure.” - That’s what you get for hesitating. Divine retribution for being indecisive. With a hint of amusement, I taunted Han Hee Jin further, causing her face to flush even more. She seemed to consider responding but decided it was more vital to calm herself first, thus remaining silent. “Oooh…” After stretching sluggishly while rubbing her thighs, she anchored her hips as she began lowering herself onto the desk. The act continued until the dildo’s head pressed at her entrance. Surprisingly, the dildo gleamed, already coated with her fluids. Though I wanted to look closer, the sight was fleeting as her entrance engulfed it again. “I-I did one round…?” - How you continue is up to you. But seeing you squat immediately makes me think you’re itching for more. “If I manage to earn a pass with this… It’s quite an easy condition.” - I appreciate your effort to be with me. If you love my cock that much, it can’t be helped. “It’s because time doesn’t move if I just stand still… That’s two.” Completing her squats more smoothly than before, Han Hee Jin hoped for a busy day with many customers. Yet, none appeared. By the fifth round-trip, I emerged with the mop to start cleaning the store. As I began mopping from the far end, Han Hee Jin kept her eyes fixed on me, continuing her squats. The humorous contrast of her seemingly indifferent demeanor from the waist up, with her hands resting leisurely on the desk, while her lower half squelched with each motion, was quite entertaining. As I rapidly approached the counter through thorough cleaning, Han Hee Jin had already completed her ninth set. Her speed was impressive. But if she assumed earning a pass would be that easy, she was mistaken. I stepped inside with the mop. “I’ll clean here too.” “W-Wait, that’s not necessary.” “What if the manager scolds you later? Will you take responsibility?” “I’ll tell my sister.” “How does that work? I’ll clean it up quickly.” Her expression turned uneasy as she shot her hips forward, attempting to conceal the situation. Yet, I moved as if oblivious, regardless. Tap. “Ooh!” Tap. “Haa...!” With each accidental bump against the chair leg, soft moans escaped her lips. It remained consistent even after a few more such bumps. Sensing something odd was afoot, Han Hee Jin glared and spoke up. “Why do you…keep hitting the chair?” “It’s because you’re not lifting your legs. Do you think mopping around you is easy?” “Couldn’t you just clean around it?” “Have you ever mopped before? This is why permanent fixtures behind the counter aren’t ideal.” “Ugh... Fine, just finish quickly and leave.” “Lift your legs.” Reluctantly, Han Hee Jin raised her legs briefly. But the laws of physics wouldn’t be so easily thwarted. The weight previously supported by her legs shifted entirely to her hips. The resulting deeper penetration began pressing against her womb. “Uahh...! Oohhh…” Her eyes unfocused, sweet sounds poured from her lips. She desperately hid her face on the desk, drowning in pleasure. At that moment, I decided to make one more playful gesture. Tap. "Aah... ugh..." Her hips jolted sharply, causing her lower body to sway back and forth. Simultaneously, something dropped through the hole in the middle of the chair. Like a leaky faucet, clear, sticky fluid dripped onto the floor. I quickly retracted the mop and gave Han Hee Jin a light tap on the shoulder to signal the end. "You can put your legs down now." "Uh... okay..." When her legs came down, another gush of fluid followed. It was a mishap caused by the dildo rubbing against her sensitive walls after she'd climaxed. After wringing out the mop soaked with her fluids, I returned to see Han Hee Jin still in the same position. Even when I cleared the space for her to do squats, she remained as she was. Since it seemed she might stay that way, I decided to offer her some encouragement. - So, are you going to secure that self-pleasure pass? You're only nine rounds in; what's the plan if you give out already? "I-I’ll do it. Just wait." - You do know it's been 15 minutes already, right? I'm fine with you continuing, but what if the male part-timer sticks around with nothing to do? "Ugh..." - Then you won't get the self-pleasure pass and might end up going home with that thing still inside you. Without underwear, who knows if it'll slip out? - Plus, your sister might show up earlier than quitting time. Just saying. Han Hee Jin's face turned pale, processing the likely scenarios I laid out. After a moment's hesitation and nail-biting, she gave her hips a wiggle and spoke up. "I-I’ve got the one pass, right? And let's make a deal." - What is it? "If I quickly do 30 squats, cancel the 30-minute requirement." - The 30-minute condition was an extension of last night's climax streak, and the squats are a bonus event. Why would I agree? "T-Then, 40 squats." - Trying to equate 15 minutes to ten squats? "Forty-five... squats." A squat a minute. Keeping her in that state is good, but 45 squats sound like a decent enough proposal. Given she's highly sensitive after the earlier climax, moving swiftly won’t be easy. - Fine. Do your best not to get caught. I’ll be counting, so don't try to cheat. "I won’t cheat." Once I agreed, she immediately hoisted her hips upward. "Ooooh... ahhh...!" Her vaginal muscles were so tight that the condom rolled up, clinging to the base of her toy. Whether she was aware or not, she fervently thrust her hips, seemingly taking advantage of the customer-free moment. Splish... splash... The sounds were loud enough that I could hear them from the storeroom if I concentrated. She softly whispered the numbers and moans, dropping her hips with fervor. "Twenty-nine... thirty-one..! Ugh... ah..." As she announced thirty, her body quivered. Seventy percent there. Only 20 more to go, but she already appeared precariously unstable. Her gaze unfocused, another climax seemed evident. Confirmed by the trickling puddle forming below, though the area was already slick with fluids. Ting-a-ling. “Treat’s on me. Pick whatever.” “Really? If my balance falls short, don't blame me.” “Let’s go~” A group of university students walked in, their energy high. Their intention to purchase a sizable haul was obvious to both of us, and Han Hee Jin watched anxiously, contemplating whether to remove the dildo. But she didn't have the luxury to decide, as one student approached the counter immediately. “One gold, please.” “Yes... ugh…” Turning around scraped her sensitive interior once again, yet she managed to complete the sale without showing any external signs of distress. The real challenge came next. Those with snacks, drinks, and alcohol gathered around. With such a large pile, sitting wouldn’t be practicable nor appropriate, even attempting it was out of the question. The items piling onto the counter almost had her in tears, knowing she couldn’t stand without revealing the toy or the fluids, yet struggling to manage it sitting down. Seeing this, I decided to lend a hand. I stepped in with the barcode scanner, unwilling to see her struggle in front of others. “Let me assist. Please hand your items over here.” “Oh, okay.” After completing the transactions, I glanced over at Han Hee Jin, who quickly avoided my gaze. “...Thanks.” “You really are unwell today. I sensed something was off earlier.” “I’m fine, so get back to work.” “Alright. Rest up today.” Though the crisis had passed, the squats still needed tending to, so I tactfully made my exit. Splash. Stepping out, I encountered a puddle beneath my shoe. The audible splash was unmistakable. I pointed to the bottom of my shoe and inquired. “What’s this? Did you spill water?” “Huh...!? Actually, I, um, spilled some while drinking... It was a bit of a mess.” She gestured toward the water jug under the counter. I tried to tease, but that conveniently placed jug threw me off. “But it smells unusual...” “Oppa, your nose must be strange. Go on, get back to work.” She surely knew; within a one-meter radius of her, the air was permeated with a woman's fragrance—thick and unmistakable. Reluctantly, after she pushed my thigh, I conceded and left. While passing the time, a message buzzed on my phone. -han_zazi123: I sat for 30 minutes and did 30 squats. You're giving me three passes, right? Seeing the time, it wasn’t a lie. That much time had passed. Caught me by surprise. Still, a promise is a promise, so I agreed to give her the passes. -tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: Let me know when you want to use them later. -han_zazi123: It was risky, but no big deal in the end. -tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: Says the one almost in tears. -han_zazi123: No, I wasn’t. -tprtmgkrhtlvdj32: If the male employee hadn’t helped, you’d have been exposed while soaking yourself. -han_zazi123: Oh, shut up. Seemingly thinking it was over, Han Hee Jin rose from her seat. However, there was one more ordeal to deal with. Removing the dildo unleashed a fountain of fluids, increasing with each gasp of her entrance. Because she'd kept it in for so long, her entrance refused to close properly. In the end, she fetched the mop and cleaned inside the counter herself. As she busied herself, Han Chae Ah entered through the door. "How's everyone doing?" "Welcome, Manager." "First time seeing you today, Woo Jin?" "Indeed." She beamed and turned her gaze toward Han Hee Jin. Anyone could see she was worn out. Alarmed, Han Chae Ah placed a hand on Han Hee Jin's forehead. "Oh my! Hee Jin, your face looks a bit pale. Are you feeling unwell?" "N-no, I’m just sleepy. Maybe I worked a bit too hard today...?" Han Hee Jin avoided her gaze, subtly leaning her head back. Han Chae Ah watched her with concern, but for a brief moment—a moment barely perceptible—a slight smirk flickered across her lips. She then offered a meaningful remark. "Is that so? Then you should head home early and get some rest today."