Chapter 75 – Cafe Humiliation
Cafe humiliation
Even today, the cafe was full of mothers and children.
The light chatter of the children and their mothers, laughing as if the store was about to float away, resonates.
It was a bit noisy and hectic, so it wasn’t my favorite working hours, but because of what happened recently, I’ve become very sensitive to the traces of men flowing nearby, and I rather don’t think this atmosphere is bad right now.
Even now, Min-sik, a senior with whom he works, was constantly concerned about it just by being around him, but it was obvious that it would get worse if other people’s body odors were mixed in. As expected, this condition was largely due to the man’s body odor, and it seemed that he did not react much to the scent of children and wives.
“Ha~am”
Maybe it was because I didn’t get enough sleep last night, or how many times it’s already been, I started to yawn profusely.
Drooping eyes, perhaps because of tiredness, the eyes keep drooping. My head didn’t turn well. Min-sik, who worked with me, asked me about my physical condition to see if I looked good even when others saw it. If it’s really hard, why don’t you go back early today and rest? I think everyone is kind and nice, including the store manager and senior actor Juyeon who hasn’t come yet.
In the midst of such good people, alone with anal beads like Pervert inserted into her ass, and working with a nonchalant expression on her face, I feel guilty and a little excited by the sense of immorality. What if these nice people found out what I was doing? When I imagine the change in that expression, it makes my lower abdomen tremble with a sense of immorality. An irrational arrival. This kind of person is called a pervert.
The crotch was slightly moist, and the rabbit tail was slightly protruding from the buttocks. A brown skirt was wrapped around it so as not to be seen above it, but it was a dangerous feeling that could only be seen with one wrong beat of the skirt. It was a pair of dark black sensual lace panties.
While paying attention to the unique feeling of a skirt with an empty bottom, she proceeds with her work step by step.
Against the backdrop of the clamor of many people, orders are taken in a slightly understated condition, a vibrating bell is turned, and coffee is brewed into the machine. Dark brown espresso with a refreshing aroma and gentle flow. Pour the coffee into the mug according to the manual, put it on the tray and return it to the customer. Simple simple repetitive labor.
Rather, it was good that I didn’t think of anything else to be working like this. When Gaman is in the same place, he keeps having lewd thoughts. Is it because I’m not feeling well? Today, I have a more severe thought than usual.
Still, nothing particularly big happened, and I thought today would end without incident, but it seems it wasn’t.
– Clink.
A sharp dull sound broke the calm morning air. A light glass breaking sound.
Perhaps surprised by the sudden accident, the sound of crying children fills the quiet cafe.
Today, the fragile glass seemed to cause trouble again. They said to change it to something sturdy even if it was a little less attractive, but it seemed that he still had no intention of compromising.
When I went to the place where the sound came from, it was a mess.
It was littered with a crying child, a woman wandering helplessly, and scattered glass shards and spilled coffee. As if they had the same intention to settle things down, senior Min-sik was also there before he knew it.
“I’ll clean it up, can I ask you to soothe the child?”
Senior Min-sik, who went to get the broomstick with the horse, and the crying child who was left behind did not think to stop crying as if the store was being washed away. At first, this kind of thing was unfamiliar to me, and there were more things to consider than I thought, so I thought about what to do every time this kind of accident occurred, but whether it was fortunate or unlucky, this situation happened more often than I thought, and now it has become a familiar daily routine. Could Now, when there is a sound of something breaking, we have reached the stage where we take care of each other naturally, from division of roles to post-processing.
First of all, make sure that there are no glass fragments splashed on the child and that there are no other wounds, and carefully soothe the child. Originally, I usually think it’s my parents’ job, but my mother was embarrassed by the sudden situation, and only his feet were rolling. Ordinarily, though often, the child wonders if her mother is comforting her. Well, it’s something that can’t be left unattended, and it approaches the child.
Try to soothe the child carefully, in as sweet a voice as possible. My trump weapon is lemon candy. I don’t think I’m underestimating the child too much, but this worked surprisingly well.
In fact, the child who was crying in the middle of the day gradually regains stability, whether it is the power of candy or the help of an adult. A dying cry. The senior was sweeping up the shards of glass over there, and the cafe would return to its usual state. It was just a common happening that just happened today.
However, the happening that was a little special to me happened right after this.
I don’t know if it was a friend or who, but another boy nearby quietly hid behind me and pulled up my skirt just like that.
I am embarrassed by the sudden feeling of cold wind and emptiness in my lower body.
At that moment, I couldn’t figure out what had happened, and I realized when I saw the face of a little child with a mischievous smile behind my back, the feel of the fluttering fabric, and the glimpse of black lace.
The eyes of the people around you, and the upside-down skirt. And the state under my skirt that I’ve been hiding that comes to mind.
I inadvertently let out a shrill scream. A very feminine scream from a high soprano.
Did you see it? Could it have been shown?
A stain on the underwear that had soaked in quite thickly, and white fluff that looked like it would poke out.
Prior to the shame of showing my panties, I was blushing from worry that my lewd secret might have been found out.
Fortunately, the people around me who were looking at me quickly turned their heads back, as if they had mistaken my tired facial expression for a different meaning. It happened in an instant, and since it happened to be a black cloth, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it unless you happened to pay close attention.
Even so, I feel sleepy at the thought of just in case.
If I hadn’t been wearing underwear like the previous exposure order, what would have happened… Reminisce and get dizzy If she had shown herself without underwear, with her glistening pubic hair exposed, with a prominent white tail hanging from her buttocks, in front of so many people, she would not have been able to get out of her feet then. It might have spread around the neighborhood about his vulgar ways. At least in this neighborhood, it might have become difficult to carry your face.
The mutterings of the women at the shopping mall, the manager’s running gaze, and the contemptuous glances as if looking at prostitutes. Drawing herself as a helpless bitch, scorned and despised, she inadvertently forgot the situation and slipped wet.
The child was just giggling, without the slightest sense of guilt or awareness of what he had done. He probably never had the slightest idea that he had done himself a bad thing. If not, it would be a very sinister little boy. A clever little boy who knows how to use his young age well.
Whatever it was, it was probably not a very good-natured child.
“Mom! Mom mom! I peed in my sister’s panties! I saw it!”
A loud voice that seemed to float away.
Did you see it?!
Her face turns red with shame.
He said he was a child, but it seemed that his wet panties were showing. I don’t know what those wet panties mean, and whether he said it after seeing it or just guessing, but it seems like he saw something.
“Ullerikkoleri~ Ullerikkoleri~, the grown-up sister said she peed~ she peed~”
Rather, he starts teasing me as if he were raising a medicine, loud enough for everyone to hear, a trouble that can be caused by a young child.
It was a story that could have been passed on as a simple joke, but there was no choice but to remain in the fear of being seen and to stare at everyone.
My reaction must have been funny, the little child raised his voice even more. I was frozen in the sudden situation and didn’t know what to do.
“Hey you bastard! What are you doing right now? Don’t make my mother explode, come here quickly! Come on!”
From afar, a woman running over, as if she had grasped the situation, grabs the child and drags her down, as if the child’s mother were wearing shoes.
She grabs her child and makes her head bow, as if the child was playing around quite a bit.
“I can’t live because of you. Really, don’t you apologize quickly?”
Contrary to the urgent attitude of such a mother, a young child with a calm expression, or rather, whining as if he was unfair.
“But Mom, that older sister really grew up and still peed? I saw it.”
The fact that her panties were really wet was a fact she knew herself, so she inadvertently flinched.
“Is he real?”
A mother who pushes her child further, perhaps misunderstanding my appearance as a reaction due to shame. When the child refused to stay still, the mother bowed her head first.
“I’m sorry, my child is immature… “
Mother lowered her head as if she was very sorry.
“No… A child could be.”
Even so, she was overly flustered by this situation and could only respond to the apology of the person who seemed to be her mother. If it was really a child’s lie or misunderstanding, she would have been more calm, but since it wasn’t necessarily wrong, she couldn’t say anything more.
Despite being scolded by her mother, she continues to hear the child’s voice claiming that she really saw it, and the surroundings around her are gradually buzzing. Whispering children and aunts, it may not have meant that. To me, who was greatly intimidated, the whispers could only be heard in a voice as if doubting myself, so I shrank even more.
Everyone seemed to be looking at me and below me.
“Really?” “I’m getting old, tsutsu” “Is it really urine?” Was it delusion? Could it have been a simple hallucination? It was as if I could hear him looking at me and saying that.
Without saying anything, she ran out.
At that place, only Min-sik, who had not seen anything because he had thrown away the glass fragments, was cleaning up after her without knowing anything.
I wipe the spilled coffee on the floor and raise the chair that has fallen. As I was clearing out all the seats around me, I suddenly saw a strange puddle in the corner.
A very small puddle, not particularly noticeable.
There were small stains on the floor that could easily be missed if you weren’t paying close attention.
A puddle of liquid that was too transparent to be called spilled coffee. The puddle that Minshik accidentally touched was somehow sticky.
‘Who the hell spilled this… ‘
He grumbles and wipes the puddle with a tissue and throws it in the trash.
The warm feeling, neither hot nor cold, made me feel a little bad.
For several hours after that, even when the mother passed away, she repeatedly apologized to me, and the child, as if scolded by her mother, just stared at me with a sad face, but couldn’t say it again.
As we left, the child said with his mouth, ‘Piss in the piss’ and left.
He was a really bubbly little kid.
I’d rather say that it was fortunate that I was such a young child, or maybe it was misfortune.
It must have been a very tiring day.
Thinking about it, after that kid’s prank earlier, I felt that for some reason the usual gaze seemed to have gotten stronger.
A soggy gaze, as if focusing more downwards…
Was it because of my mood?
I wanted to believe that it was because of my mood.
If not, maybe…
