## Chapter 22 – A Daughter’s Sin Is a Mother’s Sin (5)
As if a heart was beating, the convenience store worker’s dick throbbed! The thought of what this female standing before him would be doing tonight caused him to become naturally erect.
The worker moved closer to the woman, trying to hide his erection under the counter. Immediately, the woman seemed displeased by his closeness, turning her head and stepping back.
Buying this many condoms to sleep with some guy, yet she doesn’t even want me to come a step closer?! the worker screamed inwardly, but he didn’t have the courage to say such a thing to the woman in front of him.
A high-ranking public official? Or a prosecutor or lawyer? He couldn’t tell just from her appearance, but the woman exuded an inexplicably overbearing aura, leaving him, a mere convenience store night worker, feeling intimidated.
“Scan it. Quickly.”
The woman seemed annoyed that she was spending time buying such items in a place like this, urging the worker on. She was already using informal language, but her condescension was so natural that the worker didn’t even think of it as a problem.
*Tick-!*
Black stockings. White stockings.
*Tick-!*
Finger cots.
*Tick-!*
Strawberry-flavored condoms.
*Tick! Tick! Tick!*
Lots of energy drinks.
And, incongruously with the lewd items piled on the counter, an elegant brush pen.
After that, the barcodes of items to be used in the woman and the unknown man’s sexual activity tonight were scanned.
The worker fondled the strawberry-flavored condoms with his fingers, lost in fantasy.
Soon, some man’s large cock would enter this condom, and that cock would then be inside this woman’s…
The worker swallowed hard and looked up. He saw the short skirt beneath the woman’s water-soaked, see-through blouse.
Originally a short, straight H-line skirt, her thick thighs pushed it to the sides, turning it into dolphin shorts, and between those fleshy thighs, her tightly squeezed pussy would be hidden.
…Something he, a mere convenience store night worker, would never see.
“Hey, you-! Where are you looking? Hurry up and scan.”
The woman slammed the counter, shouting at the worker. Startled by her yelling, he hurriedly scanned the remaining barcodes, and then he heard the woman muttering quietly.
“A convenience store worker… Who does he think he is…”
The worker’s hands trembled. Was it humiliation?
No, that had long disappeared thanks to his years of dealing with all sorts of difficult customers.
It was envy. He was going crazy purely out of envy for some unknown man.
Some people were working the night shift for minimum wage, while some unknown man was going to fuck a female that every man in the world desired at this hour when everyone else was quietly asleep.
And he didn’t even have to grovel to her.
Instead, he made the woman buy the embarrassing items that the man should have been buying.
What kind of man was he?
A man who sent such an exquisite female on a convenience store errand to buy condoms to stick in her pussy late at night.
“Pay.”
The woman handed the worker a card she had placed on her finger.
The worker glanced at the card. He could tell just by looking at it. It wasn’t a card anyone could have. It was definitely a card with annual fees of at least several hundred dollars.
So there was no need to ask, and he usually wouldn’t have asked, but he wanted to say something to the woman, so he mustered up the courage.
“Um… Installments?”
“Installments? What are you talking about, at a convenience store? Charge it all at once. …What are you doing? Hurry up!”
The woman snapped.
The worker was intimidated and didn’t ask further, saying what she wanted.
“Should I put it in a bag?”
“Then should I just carry it in my hands?”
The worker was annoyed by her rude sarcasm, but he couldn’t bring himself to get angry at the woman, so he obediently put the items in a plastic bag.
He would scold the woman later when he went to the bathroom.
In his imagination, of course.
It would probably be an imagination he could use for a very long time, and very often.
Even though he had put it in a plastic bag for her, the woman didn’t even bother to say “thank you” to the worker, just took the card and the plastic bag and roughly opened the door and went outside.
The worker usually didn’t even bother to greet customers properly, but this time he suddenly became kind, following the customer to the door and saying something like, “Come again!”
As he did so, the worker stared at the woman’s ass as she walked diagonally across the road, her high heels clicking.
The worker’s dick, which had been slowly deflating due to the woman’s yelling, became hard again.
The worker closed the door and went back inside the convenience store, afraid that the woman would feel his gaze and turn around. But that didn’t make the envy disappear, so the worker stared through the door.
It was dark, so he couldn’t see well, but he saw a tall man standing in the alley across the road that the woman was trying to cross.
He was probably much older than him, and had more wealth and education… he was trying to comfort himself with that thought, but the man’s face, momentarily revealed by the headlights of a car speeding across the road, looked no different from him, making self-rationalization impossible.
What made the depressed worker even more depressed was the man’s attitude towards the woman who appeared with a plastic bag full of condoms to use tonight.
The woman, who had been so overbearing towards him, the worker, meekly handed the plastic bag to the man, but the man didn’t even accept it, and instead…
The woman’s body, which had been standing straight, suddenly staggered. It was dark, so he couldn’t see well, but he thought he heard something like a thud!
Was the woman being threatened by a bad man?
The woman’s posture, bent over and clutching her stomach with both hands, only reinforced that suspicion.
The worker was startled and opened the door and went outside. In his mind, there was also a fantasy of [rescuing a woman being raped, becoming incredibly popular with her, and eventually the two of them dating and going to a motel].
But the woman returning to the convenience store was faster than the worker mustering the courage to run across the road and attack the man.
Even though she was running in high heels and her ankles looked like they were about to break, the woman didn’t stop. She had even taken off her sunglasses, as it was dark and she couldn’t see well.
The woman entered through the door that the worker had opened. So the worker was about to muster the courage to say something cheesy like, “Should I call the police?” or “I’ll protect you,” but the woman was faster than the worker could open his mouth.
“The receipt… Haa- the receipt, you haven’t thrown it away yet, have you?”
“Huh? Ah- yes, yes.”
“Give it to me quickly.”
The worker rummaged through the trash can next to the counter and handed the receipt to the woman, and as soon as she received it, she ran back out into the dark road without even thanking the worker.
The woman, who had come like night fog, disappeared like morning dew. But the woman’s traces still remained in the convenience store.
To remember the woman, who had acted like a devil but looked like an angel, the worker walked to where the woman had been panting and flared his nostrils.
A strong smell of alcohol. What had been exhaled from behind the woman’s mask.
A faint smell of sweat. Something fragrant yet stimulating that had flowed out from under the woman’s slightly damp armpits.
And a moan.
A breathless moan.
Something a sexually aroused female had uttered as she desperately ran to a male.
And, although the woman herself didn’t seem to realize it, she was even wearing a faint smile, as if she was happy about what she was about to do with the man.
The worker stared blankly at the woman’s back as she disappeared into the darkness. The reason he hadn’t said anything to the woman just now wasn’t because he lacked courage. It was because he had realized who the woman was.
The woman’s face, with her sunglasses off and her eyes revealed, was familiar to the worker.
No, in fact, he hadn’t seen her face often enough to become familiar with it, but the woman’s face was one that would be remembered even if seen only once in a lifetime, so the worker knew who the woman was.
The woman was a staff member at a nearby school. He didn’t know her exact position, but judging from the way the older male teachers fawned over her, she was definitely a high-ranking staff member. She was probably just as old.
And that woman was horny, running to embrace a male who looked no different from him, and therefore was probably a student. She was running with a smile she couldn’t hide.
The dumbfounded worker stood blankly for a moment, then closed the door and went to the nearby bathroom, even though it was during his work hours.
***
“You stupid bitch.”
I clenched my fist again. Yujeong grabbed her stomach in fear.
Yujin didn’t cower even after being beaten by me several times, and instead attacked me even more fiercely, but her mother, Yujeong, was quite weak in this area, and immediately looked terrified.
Since the purpose wasn’t to hit her in the first place, but to make her submit to me, I unclenched my fist.
But since I had already raised my hand, I couldn’t just end it without swinging, so I playfully pulled Yujeong’s cheek, as if I was teasing someone much younger than me, even though she was much older than me.
Yujeong, who had squeezed her eyes shut as if she thought I was going to slap her cheek, slowly opened her eyes.
I smiled and stroked both of Yujeong’s cheeks.
“Oh, you stupid bitch. Can’t you do that simple thing in one go? Buying things and bringing the receipt. It’s simple. Even a chimpanzee could do it, right?”
“I’m sorry…”
“Sorry?”
“No, I apologize…”
It’s easier than I thought. Is it because of the drug that’s making Yujeong’s body and mind unstable? That seems to have a pretty big impact. But it seems like the mental impact is even greater.
Now that I see it, the mother is weaker than the daughter.
Could it be that her usual overbearing and dogmatic attitude was all to hide her weak mentality?
Hmm, it’s still too early to tell. And I can’t let my guard down. Right now, Yujeong is only obedient to me on the surface.
She seems to think that I’m a sex-crazed pervert, so she’ll satisfy me even if it means hurting her own body. She’ll make me let my guard down and fall asleep, then steal my phone and delete Yujin’s video. Then she’ll plan how to deal with me.
It’s not a bad plan for someone who was knocked out by drugs, woke up to a splash of water, and came up with it in that state.
But there’s no way that plan will work on me.
Because the premise that I’m a sex-crazed pervert is wrong from the start.
I took the receipt that Yujeong handed me. With this, proof that Yujeong used her own card to buy the items needed for sex has been delivered into my hands.
This makes what we’re about to do something that was done with both parties’ consent.
Of course, if Yujeong claims that she was threatened and had no choice, this evidence would be useless. But even in that case, it would be resolved if I created another piece of evidence proving that Yujeong wasn’t threatened into buying these items with her own hands.
That’s why I’m now taking Yujeong to a unmanned motel.
