Yawn…
I got home, and exhaustion hit me hard.
Normally, Saturday mornings are for sleeping in until late—it's practically a national rule—but after fucking since early dawn and running back and forth to the motel in Sillim-dong, it's no wonder I'm wiped out.
I went into my room, drew the curtains, and flopped onto my bed.
Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
How long was I out?
Katalk! You've got a message!
The Katalk notification woke me up.
I checked the time on my phone—it was already 7 p.m.
Guess that saying about 30 minutes of sex being as tiring as a 10km run is true. I checked the message.
Huh? Surprisingly, it was from Hyung-joon's mom, Son Na-eun.
[Son Na-eun: Si-won-ah. You're not in some kind of trouble, are you? You saw my message but didn't reply, so I got worried. I hope you're not too hurt because I told you not to contact me. Please reply when you see this.]
Huh? What's this? She told me not to message her anymore, and now she's the one reaching out, worried?
Women are seriously impossible to figure out.
I'm not seeing Hyung-joon's mom today or tomorrow anyway, so I'll just ignore it for now.
I can book a motel next week and hit her up then.
With a light heart, I got out of bed.
Growl…
Damn, I'm hungry again now that I'm up.
Well, I only ate breakfast today and nothing since, so it makes sense.
I stepped into the living room—Mom must already be asleep in her room, because the lights were off.
Dad's probably out drinking with friends again and coming home late.
Clunk.
I opened the fridge to see if there was anything to eat.
Spinach, pickled radish, fish cakes, crab sticks… stuff like that.
Looks like Mom prepped ingredients for making kimbap tomorrow.
Hmm, nothing decent to eat here.
I threw on some Adidas track pants, a hoodie, and sneakers. Guess I'll head to the convenience store for something quick.
It was summer, but since it was evening, it wasn't too hot.
I strolled through the neighborhood, people-watching as I went.
Oddly, even in the evening, there seemed to be a lot of young women around.
Or maybe I'm just fixated on women, so the guys are all invisible to me.
Jingle~
The bell rang as I opened the convenience store door.
And, of course, the part-timer was a girl.
A pretty cute one, at that.
My eyes naturally drifted to her chest.
It's only natural for a guy, right?
Whoa. Kids these days must eat well—her development is insane.
Her full, perky breasts bounced under her tight white T-shirt.
That's cheating for a schoolgirl.
Before I knew it, my eyes locked onto her chest under that white shirt.
The schoolgirl part-timer must've noticed my stare, because she looked at me with a slightly flushed face.
Oops. Better look away before she gets the wrong idea.
I might be into women, but schoolgirls are off-limits. No naughty stuff.
I quickly shuffled over to the instant noodle aisle in my Adidas slides.
Which ramen gets the honor of being slurped up by me today?
Hmm…
I was seriously debating when a cute voice piped up.
"We're having a sale on Yeomra Daebi ramen right now."
Huh? The busty schoolgirl part-timer from the counter was suddenly next to me, recommending ramen. And of all things, she picks Yeomra Daebi—the infamous ramen known for destroying people.
Even YouTubers who brag about handling spicy food get wrecked by this stuff.
Is she trying to burn my tongue and stomach alive as revenge for staring at her chest?
The busty schoolgirl sidled up closer.
She even pulled a Yeomra Daebi ramen off the shelf for me.
"Here, this one. It's 50% off right now."
Up close, her face was ridiculously cute.
Her skin was so pale and smooth—probably because she's young.
And why are her eyes so big, like a rabbit's?
She looks like a sweet, herbivore bunny…
But those breasts are dangerous.
Jiggle, jiggle, perky~
No way. Don't fall for it.
Don't let her chest trick you!
Since when was a convenience store this hazardous?
The Six Eleven convenience store's busty schoolgirl part-timer casually chatted me up, holding up the Yeomra Daebi ramen with a bright smile.
Big rabbit eyes on a pale face.
And dimples too.
No matter how you look at it, she's using her pretty face as a weapon to push clearance items.
"Oh, do you not like spicy stuff?"
"No, it's fine."
Before I knew it, I'd taken the Yeomra Daebi ramen from her.
Our hands brushed slightly.
Her skin's so soft and delicate.
She smells nice too.
Milk… like a cow?
No, no—she's still a kid, so let's just say it's that baby smell.
"Good thing! It's my favorite ramen, and I recommended it since it's on a 50% sale."
This scary schoolgirl.
Smiling while dragging people to their graves.
"Oh, okay…"
She looked happy that I'd picked—no, been forced to take—her recommended ramen. Now she's suggesting a drink too.
"The mint chocolate drink's been selling well lately. Have you tried it?"
What the—
No way. Even if the convenience store's desperate to clear inventory, this is too much.
Pairing the Yeomra Daebi ramen with a toothpaste-flavored mint chocolate drink that's already gross on its own?
That's a nuclear-level bad combo, isn't it?
Just thinking about it makes me queasy.
"I eat it all the time—it's really good."
No matter how pretty her face and dimples are, this isn't food for humans.
"No, I'm not really into mint chocolate drinks… Uh, shouldn't you be working? There's no one at the counter."
Suddenly, the busty schoolgirl's face darkened.
It looked like tears might spill from those big eyes any second if I touched her.
Huh? This is awkward in its own way.
"Sorry, sir. I overstepped."
No, it's not overstepping exactly.
Sure, a convenience store part-timer recommending ramen and drinks to a customer isn't exactly normal, but if it's a beauty like this busty schoolgirl—no, young lady—I'd welcome it any day.
It's just that the stuff she's recommending is so extreme.
Haah…
Seeing her disappointed face softened my heart again.
With looks like that, she's probably never been rejected by a guy.
Fine. I'll sacrifice myself so this schoolgirl doesn't feel crushed.
"Uh, well… I'll give it a try, I guess. Since you recommend it so much."
Her face lit up instantly.
So cute.
If I had a little sister, would this be how it feels?
How old is she, anyway?
Ninth grade? Tenth?
Her face looks middle school-ish, but those breasts are so unfairly developed—maybe she's in high school?
"Um, anything else you need?"
What the—
Is she trying to offload more clearance junk onto me?
I could use a triangle kimbap to balance out the spice, but at this rate, she'd probably force a Nuclear Fire Chicken x3 kimbap on me too.
"No, I think this is enough."
She looked at me with a face full of regret.
Come on, even if I'm a sucker for a schoolgirl's chest—no, her pure cuteness—there's a limit to how much clearance crap I'll take. Chill out, kid.
I walked to the counter, leaving the disappointed Six Eleven part-timer behind.
"How much is this?"
"Oh, um, one sec."
Beep. Beep!
She scanned the barcodes.
"2,500 won."
I handed her a 10,000-won bill.
Guess clearance items are cheap.
Still, even at that price, who'd buy Yeomra Daebi ramen and a mint chocolate drink unless they're filming for YouTube? Just thinking about eating it makes my stomach churn.
Ugh, I should've just rummaged through the fridge at home.
Sigh…
"Here's your change. Oh, and this is on the house. Enjoy it with the rest."
I took the change and the extra item she handed me, caught off guard.
I checked what she gave me.
Fuck.
It was a Nuclear Fire Chicken x3 triangle kimbap.
She couldn't sell the clearance stock, so now she's just giving it away like she's being generous.
Haah…
It's free, so giving it back feels rude.
I accepted it.
"Thanks."
"No problem! Oh, are you eating here? I'll get you some hot water. Sit tight for a sec."
Do I have to?
Does she really want to watch me cry and snot all over myself eating Yeomra Daebi ramen and Nuclear Fire Chicken x3 kimbap?
Kids these days have all sorts of ways to torment customers.
Fine, since she's offering hot water, I'll eat here instead of bothering to take it home. Definitely not because I want to keep staring at her perky chest.
I sat down and opened the Yeomra Daebi ramen.
A spicy grenade-like smell hit me from the seasoning packet.
Looks like I'm boarding the train to hell today.
I don't usually suck at handling spicy food, but this is next-level.
Should I just toss it? But that'd be a waste of money…
While I hesitated, the busty schoolgirl brought hot water with an expectant gleam in her eyes and poured it into my ramen.
Guess I'm meeting Yeomra Daebi today after all.
"It's pretty spicy, but it's so good with the mint chocolate drink. Total king combo!"
She flashed a bright smile, giving me a big thumbs-up.
She must be thrilled to watch my face suffer soon.
Do kids these days relieve stress by torturing customers like this?
Even a year ago when I was in school, it wasn't this bad. Fuck.
Crunch!
While the ramen cooked, I unwrapped the Nuclear Fire Chicken x3 kimbap and took a bite.
Haa~ Spicy!
It's tasty, but holy shit, it's hot.
I frantically opened the mint chocolate drink and chugged it.
Huh?
Wait, this is actually a killer combo?
The sweetness of the mint chocolate neutralizes the spice.
It's kind of addictive.
The busty schoolgirl watched me eat with a look of pure joy and chimed in.
"It's way tastier than you thought, right? This combo's blowing up on YouTube right now."
Is this really trending these days?
It's spicy as hell, but yeah, it's good.
"Oh, yeah. It's spicy, but tasty."
Hearing me say her recommended food was good must've made her feel closer to me. She blushed slightly and spoke shyly.
"Um, by any chance… did you go to Samssong High?"