Convenience Store Part-Timer Lee Yoo-bi (2)

"Yeah? That's right."

What? Is she a junior from Samssong High?

Well, Samssong High has always been famous for its beauties.

But how does she know I went there?

It's not like "Samssong High" is written on my face.

"Oh, I knew it. I wasn't sure at first, but the more I looked, the more I could tell."

Hey! This schoolgirl's talking informally to her senior!

Judging by how she strong-armed me into buying stuff earlier, is she one of those angels-faced delinquents who make kids their bread shuttles? She seemed pretty practiced at it.

They say these days, delinquents don't care if you're in college or whatever.

Better be cautious. I'll stick to polite speech for now.

"Oh, yes~ Do you go to Samssong High?"

The busty, perky schoolgirl delinquent part-timer lowered her head, fidgeting as she answered.

"Oh, you don't remember me, huh? I was in the class next to yours."

Next class?

Gulp. Wait, no way. This baby-faced girl who looks like she could pass for a ninth-grader with that top-tier youthful face… she's the same age as me?

Guess age isn't about the face—it's the breasts that tell the story.

But she's casually dropping the formalities now.

Well, after forcing me to buy unsellable junk and then realizing we're high school classmates, maybe she's pretending to be friendly out of guilt?

"Oh, yes…"

Even if I just found out she's a high school classmate, it doesn't change much now.

There's no way a super youthful, busty beauty like her would be interested in me.

Since I kept using polite speech even after learning we're classmates, the ultra-youthful, busty high school alum seemed awkward. She scurried over to the fridge, grabbed another mint chocolate drink, and handed it to me.

"Uh, one might not be enough to handle the spice. I'll treat you to this since it's been a while since I last saw a high school classmate. Drink up."

Even if it's just clearing out unwanted drink inventory, she kept giving me stuff, so I felt like I had to say something.

"Huh? Oh, thanks."

I naturally dropped the formalities too.

"No biggie. It's just a little thing. By the way, your name's Yoo Si-won, right?"

"Huh? You know my name too?"

"Of course! You were famous in high school."

Me? Famous? How does she know something I don't even know about myself? Anyway, I'm just grateful this ultra-youthful, busty high school classmate remembers my name.

But famous for what? For being a loser who couldn't even talk to girls?

"Uh, what's your name?"

Might as well learn her name now.

Who knows? Maybe this could be a green light, and I might end up getting some action with her.

But imagining banging a cute, innocent-looking girl like her…

Fuck, my dick's getting hard again.

Isn't this what people call a "bagel girl"?

Baby face, but a curvy body.

Looking at the skinny jeans on this ultra-youthful, busty high school classmate, her chest and ass were firm, her waist tiny, and her thighs and calves perfectly slim.

Imagining banging her makes me feel oddly guilty, though.

She looks too young—maybe that's why?

"Oh, I'm Lee Yoo-bi. Nice to see you again, Si-won-ah."

Lee Yoo-bi.

Her name's as pretty as her face—like a princess from a Chinese movie.

With a face and body like that, she must've been pretty famous in high school…

Well, I didn't know every popular girl's name back then, so whatever.

Yoo-bi naturally stepped closer and held out her small, cute, pale hand.

Her actions were so smooth, like she'd rehearsed them.

I reached out, gently shook her tiny hand, and her face turned beet red.

She's unexpectedly shy for a girl who looks like guys would've swarmed her begging to date her.

Just then—

Jingle~

The convenience store door opened with a bell, and another customer walked in.

Yoo-bi hurriedly dashed back to the counter, saying,

"Si-won-ah, enjoy your food. If you need anything, just grab it. I'll cover it all today."

Whoa, this girl's gonna get herself in trouble.

How much does a convenience store part-timer even make?

Saying she'll pay for everything.

She must be really nice.

Every school has that one girl like her—cute face, sweet personality, secretly crushed on by every guy around.

Yoo-bi was exactly that type.

The kind of girl who'd have guys buzzing around her like flies.

With those thoughts, I picked up the now-cooked Yeomra Daebi ramen noodles and slurped them into my mouth.

Haaagh!!!!

It's delicious, but fuck, it's spicy!

I hurriedly poured the mint chocolate drink into my mouth.

Gulp, gulp!

Even then, the heat didn't fully subside, and sweat poured out of me.

Man, this Yeomra Daebi ramen is insane, isn't it?

Hoo…

Sweating so much, my hoodie started feeling annoying.

I yanked it off over my head.

Once it was off, the sweating eased up, and I felt alive again.

Haah…

Fanning myself with my hand to cool off, I noticed Yoo-bi pause mid-checkout, staring at me intently. When I looked back at her, she quickly turned away and resumed scanning the customer's items.

What's up?

Has she never seen a guy in a sleeveless tank top before?

Why's she staring so hard?

Did my armpit hair stick out or something?

Oh? Actually, yeah, a bit of armpit hair is showing.

Damn, that's embarrassing.

But it's too hot right now to do anything about it.

Still in my white sleeveless tank, I took another slurp of the Yeomra Daebi ramen.

Slurp!

It was still spicy, but I'd built some tolerance—it wasn't as bad as before.

Then I chugged more mint chocolate drink.

Haa~

Is this what they call spicy-sweet?

Spicy yet sweet—it's more addictive than I expected.

Feels like it's relieving some stress too.

As I alternated between a bite of Yeomra Daebi ramen and a sip of mint chocolate drink, Yoo-bi, done with the customer, kept sneaking glances at me.

Her eyes lingered mostly on my chest and legs.

Ugh, it's probably because my legs are hairy—makes me self-conscious.

Guess these days even guys wax, huh.

A hairy dude like me scarfing down ramen in a convenience store probably looks pathetic to customers.

Feeling awkward, I quickly finished up and stood.

"Yoo-bi-yah, I'm heading out."

"Huh? Oh, Si-won-ah, already?"

What, am I supposed to linger in a convenience store over ramen and a triangle kimbap?

"Yeah, Yoo-bi-yah. Thanks to you, I enjoyed the kimbap and mint chocolate."

"No problem. Enjoyed, huh… Uh, Si-won-ah."

"Yeah? What? Got something to say?"

Yoo-bi hesitated, her tone uncertain.

"Oh, no… Have a good night…"

I said goodbye and walked out, heading down the street. Then Yoo-bi came chasing after me, her perky breasts bouncing as she panted and shouted,

"Hey! Yoo Si-won! I-I'd regret it if I didn't say this now. Can I get your number? Let's grab drinks sometime soon!"

What? Not food, but drinks?

Drinks with a cute, pretty bagel cow like her? Hell yeah, I'm in!

I walked over to Yoo-bi, who'd run to catch up, breathing hard—huff, huff!

"Yoo-bi-yah, what about the convenience store?"

"Oh, I gotta get back quick. So hurry and give me your number."

I took her phone and typed in my Katalk ID.

Yoo-bi, now with my ID, grinned at her phone like she'd won something.

Then she pulled out a thin windbreaker from somewhere and handed it to me.

"Hey, a guy walking around at night dressed like that is asking for trouble. The world's dangerous these days. If it's too hot for the hoodie, at least wear this. Got it? Wear it! I'm heading back. Let's chat on Katalk."

Practically forcing the windbreaker on me, Yoo-bi ran back to the convenience store, her perky breasts bouncing again.

Man, since yesterday, it's been weird.

Why's everyone so worried about my body?

Whatever, carrying two pieces of clothing is a hassle, so I put on the windbreaker and headed toward Seokchon Lake. My stomach felt off—probably from scarfing down spicy food too fast.

I figured a walk might help.

It being summer, a lot of people were out by the cool lakeside.

Joggers, bikers, couples on dates.

Jealousy hit me.

Seeing dating couples made me think of Hyung-joon's mom.

Son Na-eun.

Should I message her?

But I shook my head.

A normal relationship with Hyung-joon's mom is probably impossible, right?

Lost in those thoughts while walking, I noticed the crowd thinning out.

I'd wandered off onto a secluded path alone.

In a place this empty?

Obviously, it's national rule to take a piss, right?

Perfect timing—I'd drunk so much mint chocolate that I had to go.

I sidled up to a wall, slid down my Adidas shorts a bit.

My big dick sprang free, relieved from the confines, showing off its presence.

Shhhh~

I pissed against the wall, feeling refreshed, and pulled my Adidas shorts back up…

Then a creepy voice came from behind me.

"Cute face, but a big dick, huh? Feel good letting it out?"

Huh? What the hell?

Fuck.

Startled, I spun around.

Two sexy, sultry delinquent girls were staring at me with lewd smirks.

They looked about 22 or 23—maybe two or three years older than me.

Runaways, probably, dressed super provocatively.

The one with long, black hair and a haughty vibe wore a white miniskirt so short her ass peeked out, paired with a crop top.

The blonde, seductive one had on white stockings and tight blue jeans that hugged her body, with a pink T-shirt on top—cut with a heart-shaped neckline that showed off her big, perky breasts.