165 - Wireless On**ole

The wireless connection: Ona-Hole Adventures - Chapter 165: Whether it's real or not, it doesn't matter "Just relax and help Hee-jin." "Got it. If there's anything you need, just call me." So, I guess we'll be together for the whole five hours. It's been a while since Han Chae-ah stayed here for so long. Especially after what happened yesterday. And now, this timing today is uncanny. I scratched my head as I went inside to prepare. Time passed, and during the busy sale period, Han Hee-jin and I were moving our hands busily, managing the transactions. "Thank you." Taking advantage of a moment when customers had thinned out, she lifted her gaze from the POS machine and turned to me. With a slight frown, she spoke. "Isn't unnie acting strange today?" A sudden question. Of course, I knew what she was referring to, but I pretended to be clueless. "What are you talking about? I don't notice anything odd." "No way, you can't fool my eyes. There's definitely something." "If you find out, let me know too. Now I'm curious." Hee-jin widened her eyes at my words, expression implying, 'What are you saying?' "I'm talking about you?" "...Out of nowhere? What did I do?" "It seems like unnie is avoiding you. Is it some kind of dismissal signal?" "If I lose this job, I'll starve... no way." "Ahem... Um, Park Woo-jin. I'm uncomfortable being around you, so please don't come from tomorrow. I'll pay you your remaining balance promptly." "You want to get hit?" Hee-jin giggled, imitating Han Chae-ah's voice. After a moment, stopping our laughter, we simultaneously looked ahead as if planned. Amid the bustling crowd, Han Chae-ah was working. She had left us to manage the counter. While observing her profile, a customer approached the counter. As I tried to avert my gaze, I made eye contact with Han Chae-ah, almost as if by chance. Whoosh. She quickly turned her head, her hair flying, avoiding my gaze. Normally, she’d at least acknowledge with a nod. Her reaction was definitely different this time. "See? Isn't it fascinating how flustered unnie is behaving?" Hee-jin nudged my elbow, noticing the same scene. "Is that being flustered? Maybe she was just checking how things are at the counter." "I've lived with unnie for 20 years, don't you think I can tell? It's 100% the real deal." "So what exactly are you trying to say?" "That's my question too. Why does unnie avoid making eye contact with you?" Well, that's because I kept calling her name while pushing her to the peak in the dream last night. Still, I thought she’d act as if nothing happened. She must have been more shocked than I imagined. "Maybe..." "Maybe what?" "You didn't confess to unnie, did you? Is that why she’s started avoiding and acting uneasy?" "You should check yourself into a mental hospital right away. You seemed sick yesterday; I guess your head hurts." "Why are you reacting so defensively? Do you have something to hide?" "So, it's okay to spread false rumors about whom you're confessing to too?" "Tch, whatever. I was just joking." Hee-jin wouldn’t let a single remark slide, yet her tone revealed it was all in jest. I’m sure she knew I was joking too. Beep. "Thank you." As a few more customers passed by, finding it too dull just doing the calculations, Hee-jin started another conversation. "Man, I'm so curious. Why is unnie acting like that?" "She must have her reasons. Why are you so keen on prying into it?" "She wasn’t like this until yesterday... it’s sudden. Did unnie have a dream where you, like, overwhelmed her or something?" "Why ask me? Did I do it?" "Even if it was a dream, if it was you in it, then it's your doing." In my mind, I answered affirmatively. I decided to change the subject. It felt like this endless questioning would last until the end of our shift. "Let’s ask about that later. But hey, you’re not the only one who changed overnight." "Who is it?" "You." I pointed a finger at Hee-jin. She raised her hands in a gesture of surrender and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm the same as always." "You had a flushed face yesterday, looking like death warmed over. You even spilled water." "The water thing... my hand slipped. Anyway, I just slept it off. As soon as I got home, I crashed." "You do look energized, that much is clear." While chatting idly, the store had become more tranquil. Coincidentally, Han Chae-ah finished what she was doing and approached us. "You worked hard today. We had a lot of people come by." "It’s no big deal. You worked harder, dealing with the crowd." Han Chae-ah smiled warmly and sat down beside me. "Since we’re three here for once, how about we take a snack break? Go pick whatever you’d like." "Thank you, I’ll enjoy it." Just as I was about to get up, Hee-jin pressed my shoulder down and rose instead. "Unnie, I’ll go choose. You two can relax." "Uh... sure." The silence that descended as soon as Hee-jin left couldn't be summed up more precisely. Through sidelong glances, I noticed her fiddling with her fingers. "Attention, manager." "Yes... yes!?" "Did I do something wrong? I feel like you've been keeping your distance." "No, Woo-jin, you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s my issue." She shook her head vigorously, waving her hands in denial. Her eyes swept over my shoulder and arm, likely recalling last night. Stronger denial followed. "I’m relieved to hear that. I was bracing myself for dismissal." "Why would I dislike you, Woo-jin? I know how well and diligently you work. Unless you cause a major mishap, we’re fine." Her firm expression made it clear she was sincere. For me, her melted expression from the previous night kept overlapping. The tears and saliva flowing, her shouting that she was going... "Woo-jin?" She repeated, snapping me out of my daze. Her eyes widened as she watched me. It seemed I had been staring too blatantly. "I was spacing out for a moment. I’m sorry." "Rest if you’re tired. You can even go into the storeroom if you’d like." "I’m okay. It’s not that bad." To shake off the awkwardness, I rolled my neck once. Crunch. A loud cracking sound resonated. As I massaged my shoulder, stretching it out, Han Chae-ah stood up from her chair. "Should I give you a massage? You've done it for me a few times before, so it's only fair to return the favor." "Then, I'd appreciate it." Han Chae-ah moved behind me. As her hands touched my shoulders, I felt something against my back. A softness barely noticeable unless you concentrated. I didn't need to see to know it was her chest. It seemed inevitable that they brushed against me due to their size, gently nudging each time she massaged. "How's this pressure?" "It's perfect. Just like that." As she continued, her touch changed. The movement became languid and lingering, more like a caress than a massage. "You must exercise regularly. Your muscles are quite firm." "I'm trying to find a balance. Too much might not look good. What do you think?" "Huh? Oh... it's nice. I mean, is there any woman who would dislike it?" "Hearing that from you makes it even better." "Oh, come on. I'm just telling it as I see it." Han Chae-ah hesitated, her touch timid before she quietly spoke. "By the way, Woo-jin. About how you address me, instead of calling me the manager—" "Things are looking lively. Here's some food." Just as she was about to say something, Han Hee-jin returned, arms loaded with snacks. I heard a tiny sigh escape from behind me, and her hands withdrew from my shoulders, the warmth on my back fading away. "Help yourselves. Feel free to get more if it's not enough." "Thank you, we'll enjoy it." * 'Haah... What's wrong with me?' After work, Han Chae-ah was showering, her thoughts drifting with the stream of hot water. Just one day. The health guardian impersonated Woo-jin, but the impact was beyond imagination. Her body had never been touched by anyone before. Being inexperienced with men also didn't help. Seeing a familiar face and voice made her mind go entirely blank. 'A good body and a nice voice...' Being embraced by his firm body, having him call her name had a significant effect. It was incomparable to when she was alone. And to experience such a forbidden but thrilling climax with anal of all things. Her skin crawled with guilty pleasure. She wondered if Woo-jin knew. A girl had melted because she was touched by someone exactly like him. If he found out, she wouldn't be able to show her face. The health guardian who made it all possible—just the abilities shown yesterday revealed he wasn't human. Being able to change into a blue form at will and communicate directly in her mind. Could he be an alien or ghost? The thought absurd, yet hard to dismiss. The only sure thing was that he’d been watching her for a long time. He knew all her past behaviors. Whether he truly emerged from her body, she didn’t know, but as long as he identified as a health guardian, she had no choice but to believe it. Honestly, there is a way to check. Ask exactly where her body is ailing or what she shouldn't do, and if he hesitates? He would be exposed immediately. "Whew..." Han Chae-ah let out a long sigh that echoed through the bathroom. She considered the scenario multiple times, yet lacked the courage to act on it. Assisting in self-pleasure to the point of mental blankness using a friend's form and voice—how could she refuse that as a human? But if she asked those questions and the self-proclaimed 'health guardian' fled, she might never experience the events of yesterday again. The pleasures imprinted on her screamed that it wasn't an option. Torn between reason and instinct, Han Chae-ah arrived at a conclusion. The health guardian hadn't appeared at all today. He hadn't done anything wrong, so she decided to lay low for now, enjoying self-pleasure in the process. After all, even if she told him to go away, she doubted he'd disappear. With a slightly brighter expression, Han Chae-ah turned off the shower. As she dried herself with a towel, the memory of a few hours ago resurfaced. "But when I was giving him a massage earlier, Woo-jin's pants seemed to be bulging a lot... Is it really that big?"