Chapter 32 – Episode 32. Ep.14 (Abduction) in the Apartment, With the Super Uncle (5)
She was caught and dangling from her customer in a dive-like position into the freezer.
The hem of her T-shirt was riding upside down on her body as much as her upper body was bent over.
I could feel the cold energy coming from the freezer in my stomach. It was obvious that her lower body, wearing only her panties, was exposed coolly in front of the customer.
OMG… What are you doing. You’re showing all your panties to a man you don’t know.
She tried to cover it up, but she couldn’t even find it.
“I guess not…”
“I’ll take good care of this, so find it quickly.”
She apologized to the customer and tried to get out of the freezer, but he cut her off mercilessly.
She cried But she couldn’t get out of the freezer without his help, so she cried and pretended to rummage through the ice cream to eat mustard.
“I don’t think there really is…”
“Look for it!”
Although she kept looking for it, she couldn’t find the ice cream the customer wanted. So she carefully brought her words out, but he was reckless.
Why are you holding onto it?
She was in trouble He was holding her panties around the waist. He could even feel the touch of his fingers on his buttocks.
And even in this embarrassing situation, not only her face but also other places became hot, and she felt resentful of herself.
“Ah, I found it!”
“Draw? Good job, good job.”
Fortunately, I was able to find the ice cream the customer was looking for near the bottom of the freezer.
It was only after she showed off her panties to a customer that she barely got out of the embarrassing situation. Needless to say, all that time he had been massaging her ass as much as he could.
“Can I just calculate this for you?”
She asked, correcting her posture. She just wanted the customer to leave.
“No. I have a lot to live for.”
The customer took the ice cream from her hand and trudged into the store.
She was bewildered Usually, ice cream is chosen last because it is afraid it will melt, but he did it in an arbitrary order.
She went back to the counter, hoping he wouldn’t call her again.
“Miss. Come to work.”
Sure enough, not long after, her guests called her.
She turned towards the sound, trying to calm her weeping expression.
When I went, I saw that he was holding two bottles of makgeolli in one hand and several bags of snacks in the other.
“Is there a basket here? Get some of it Put some of this in.”
I wish I had told you to bring a basket from the beginning.
She swallowed her displeasure and went back to the counter. Little did she know that she would be wishing for the scary Super Uncle to return soon.
Uh… ?
When she returned to the checkout, the basket was missing. When she came in and out as her guest, there were always green plastic baskets stacked next to the checkout counter, now out of sight.
Looking around was useless. She went into the warehouse just in case, but she saw only boxes of goods, but no baskets.
“Why don’t you come like this! My arm fell off.”
When she didn’t come back, the guest got angry again.
She went back to the customer and asked for their understanding.
“I… I can’t see the basket because the owner seems to have cleaned it up…”
“No way. Even on the first day, I can’t do anything right. Then come and listen to this.”
She suddenly accepted her things from him. Then he began to grab the bag of Bija snacks and the bottle with his hands more.
“Take this too.”
“Now I have no hands… Oh, I’ll put it down and come back.”
He was trying to dump more of her stuff on her.
“It comes and goes, in what time period. Because I have a lot to live for.”
He yanked the hem of her t-shirt up. And he put my stuff in there.
“Now, wait a minute.”
He also took out the objects she was holding in her hands and piled them on top of them.
“You’re holding on well.”
He then grabbed her hand and held her by the hem of her t-shirt. Then he started picking out more cookies to see if he still had more to buy.
She was immobilized, holding the hem of her T-shirt up with her hands. Her top, which covered her panties, became a bundle full of snack bags and alcohol bottles.
Where are you going to have a drinking party? Her bottle of wine and sweets piled up in her arms.
I can see all your panties.
With nothing to cover, the panties that had been hiding under the hem of her dress were clearly exposed again.
“Hey. What if I drop it?”
One of the piled objects rolled down the hem of her dress. She unknowingly picked them up, and as she lowered her stance, she dropped a few more items from her arms.
Even though she couldn’t move her hands because they were holding on to the hem of her dress, the reflexive movements made the job worse.
“Sorry…”
Her guest put the fallen items back into her arms. Then she picked up a small snack bar and struggled with where to place it on top of the pile.
“Miss. No pockets in your pants?”
“… Yeah?”
His gaze, which was examining the bottle of wine and snacks piled up in her arms, turned to her legs. The gaze suddenly fell down her lower body and she flinched, but she couldn’t hide or escape because she was holding on to the hem of her T-shirt.
“Somebody’s clothes don’t even have a pocket.”
What? Are you drunk and thinking your panties are pants?
The customer examines her thighs here and there…
“Wait!”
… She tucked a small stick of candy into the waist of her panties.
“You can’t fall again. If all the cookies are broken, will the lady be responsible?”
She cried, but she couldn’t help it. I couldn’t use her hands anyway, so I couldn’t get the cookies out of the waist of her panties.
“Have you made your choice now?”
“Draw, draw.”
It was right to finish the calculations quickly and send him out.
She moved her uneasy steps to her checkout.
When she arrived at the checkout counter, she lifted her T-shirt even further and carefully poured out the items from her arms.
“Miss. But are you in the mood for underwear?”
A question came from the customer behind her. She almost threw all her belongings on the floor.
As expected, panties were panties no matter who looked at them.
“Hey, this is a dress.”
She set her things down on the counter and pulled down the hem of her T-shirt. She then left behind a futile excuse.
She had already shown him her panties for a long time, but hearing the words directly made her feel even more ashamed.
“Draw? Even the pants fit. It didn’t have any pockets for some reason.”
There was nothing she could do but smile through her teary eyes.
“Your clothes are too short. Isn’t it hot these days?”
“Yeah… So I wore it cool.”
Whenever she gets angry, she smiles awkwardly and replies like that to a customer who pretends to be kind and chuckles.
OMG. Did you wear it cool? What did you mean by that again, Song Joo-hee?
“Please do the math quickly.”
It was what I was hoping for. She went inside the checkout counter and stood in front of the post office machine.
Ah… But can I use this?
***
The guests leave and Joo-hee is left alone.
It was my first time using a force machine, so I had a hard time. She was not familiar with her original machine. She was at a loss for a while, but fortunately, there was a sticker with instructions on how to use it, so she was able to pay the bill and send the guest off somehow.
The relief that the customer service was completed was only for a moment.
There was a sense of tension that another guest might come soon.
This time was originally the time when the supermarket was closed, but a customer had already visited. It meant that the store door was open. There could have been more people who knew that Super Uncle hired the night part-time worker.
The thought that another visitor might come made me anxious.
“Come on… Oh, you are here.”
The super-sliding door opened and she tried to greet her like a guest. However, the person who opened the door was not a new customer, but the owner of the supermarket.
“Did you wipe it all off?”
The man who entered her shop immediately checked where she had spilled her milk.
And when he returned to her, he had a displeased look on his face, but he did not show her displeasure.
“Did you have guests?”
“Yeah… One minute came.”
After hearing her answer, the uncle looked at her across the counter and said nothing. He was looking her up and down.
She was already looking even tougher for him, but the hem of her T-shirt, which bothered her, was pulled down under her.
“There was Kim. It just went well.”
At that time, a customer who had been to the supermarket a while ago came back into the store.
“No, I bought a few things a while ago, but one of them is empty. What happened to this?”
The customer said in a slightly exasperated voice that there was something missing, and he began to argue with Super Uncle.
It was her first time counting things, and for her part, she couldn’t help but cringe, worried that she had made a mistake.
“Didn’t the lady steal one?”
Soon after, sparks flew at her. She, who had been avoiding her gaze from them, became even more sleepy.
Ah… Come to think of it.
There was something that came to mind later. At the same time as it came to mind, I felt the texture.
You realize this now She couldn’t believe her own stupidity.
It was only now that I realized that there were snacks in small, square cardboard boxes hidden inside the T-shirt, hanging from the waist of my pants.
“Look at me.”
Her super uncle called her with a beckoning gesture. The old man’s expression was grim. Not to mention the chill in his voice.
She hurried out of the checkout counter and stood in front of them.
“Sorry. I forgot this…”
She couldn’t even hide it. Even over the T-shirt, I could see the shape of a box caught in my panties.
She took it out and held it out in front of her.
“Yes. This one, this one No, did you really steal it?”
The customer who received the sweets trembled. She trembled with fear.
“It wasn’t sneaky… I forgot to take a picture of the bill…”
“How can you believe that! My stuff came out of the lady’s clothes.”
As she tried to make her excuses in a creaking voice, her guests went into a fit of rage.
“It wasn’t really stolen…”
“So you’re saying I’m lying? Did you see President Kim? Because this bitch twisted this secretly. Have you hidden anything else?”
She tried to continue her excuses in a weak voice, but her seeds didn’t work. To her customers, she had already turned into a nasty clerk who sneaked the bill. Although in reality it was only a small mistake that she left out an item to count.
“I had them work to pay for the damage they caused to the store… Stealing the customer’s belongings?”
Uncle Super, who had been silent for a moment, opened his mouth again. It was a voice filled with anger.
She became contemplative.
“But I didn’t really steal…”
“Do you have any excuses for this situation?”
The old man’s shouts cut off her words. The horrors of last night came back.
