Investments

Relationship with Chaewon? Restored.

Lonely Eunchae? Plapped.

Yunjin? Befriended.

With that, you can finally get back to your life as a regular cafe worker.

Except you're a supervisor now, and this is no regular cafe. It's Cozy's Coffee & Cakes.

Ms. Manager (scary)EMERGENCY MEETING. STORE. 15 MINUTES.

That's what the text said anyway, and yeah, maybe you’re not so sure if it’s better now that things are normal. Yunjin and Eunchae are already there, a thread of seriousness lining their faces. The little bell jingles, signaling your arrival. It's like a conference room of some top secret facility, blinds drawn low.

"It's not going to work. Our menu has been exposed for months. Those posters we made teased our upcoming drinks. Tch. Cowards probably planned this months in advance." Chaewon says, squinting so hard you can even see them through the sunglasses she's wearing.

"But we have to try!" Yunjin claps back. We can't just let them take everything we've worked for!" She's wearing a blazer, weirdo.

"Hmph, let me do it," Eunchae says with pizazz. What is this, a spy movie?

"it can't be you," Chaewon says curtly, to Eunchae’s dismay. "But maybe…?"

Three heads flick to you, still in your normal casual clothing. "What the hell is going on? Why are the blinds drawn! Aren't we open?"

Chaewon slams her hand on the table, silencing you. "I told you 15 minutes. Try not to make an embarrassment of yourself first week as supervisor!"

Yunjin nods her head for you to come closer. "Bad time to be late, rook."

"Rook? I've been here longer than you! I-I'm your supervisor!" You say, but still follow her orders anyway. "And what the hell is going on?"

She picks up a folder with 'CONFIDENTIAL' stamped across it in big red letters. "See for yourself."

Eunchae tries again, telling Chaewon she's right for the job, and they trail off with their argument. You open the file.

"Baked and Brewed Seoul, grand opening… oh, that's in two days? Is that what all the fuss is about?"

The question draws Eunchae and Chaewon out of their talks.

"What else is in two days, Mr. supervisor?" Eunchae asks.

"Don't call me that!"

"Our new menu launches, Mr. Supervisor," Chaewon answers. "This is planned. Targeted."

Yunjin, the one you deemed to be the voice of reason for her… normalcy compared to the two nods her head in agreement.

"Guys… am I the only one who thinks this isn't a big deal? So what!?"

"We just got to someplace stable! Remember a month ago? We were about to shut down. Now Baked and Brewed Seoul is opening!? Where do they get off! Copying us like that!" Chaewon yells.

"Copying us? Aren't we just like, a regular ca—"

"Finish that sentence!" Chaewon challenges you. "Yunjin!"

"Baked and Brewed. Sound familiar?" Yunjin asks.

"N-no not really."

"What do you bake and what do you brew!" Eunchae yells. “Coffee and cakes. We’re Cozy’s Coffee and Cakes! Clearly, they’re copying us!”

"Are they? I mean, doesn’t every cafe have coffee and ca-"

"No!"

Look, is it a big deal? Maybe. Is it a ‘draw the blinds and whip on the blazers and sunglasses’ big deal? Probably not. But you've been here long enough to not question things. It's still better than getting face caked. So you play your part as they argue about what to do.

"It's simple! We need to infiltrate their ranks!"

"Infiltrate!?" Okay, maybe you're not playing your part, but you're trying.

"I can do it, General!"

"Since when is Chaewon a General?"

"I have a plan."

Eunchae is back in 10 minutes with: a long overcoat and a fake mustache.

"What the hell is this?" You ask.

Chaewon and Yunjin stare at it, deep in thought.

"Our disguise," Eunchae smiles as if revealing a key bit of information.

"Why the hell is it so big?"

"Duh, I'll sit on your shoulders under the overcoat. They'll never suspect a thing."

This is absurd. This is… definitely the Cozy's you remember. "Why do we need a disguise?"

"Because it's more fun. Obviously," Chaewon cuts in.

"Fun? What does this have to do with fun?"

"What's the point if it's not fun!" Yunjin retorts.

God. You might go crazy.

"No, no. Sergeant has a point." Eunchae concedes. “Maybe we don’t need a disguise.”

"Sergeant?"

"Then it's settled."

"Just like that!?" you reply incredulously

"It has to be him and Yunjin," Chaewon decides.

"General, please! Let me!"

"You and me are out of the question!"

"Why?"

"We've been staring into their windows like, 2 hours a day while they trained for opening. They'll recognize us an instant."

“Wait, what the hell is happening? We aren’t using this damn disguise, are we?”

It's settled, then. Seems that means ‘no disguise, you and Yunjin will go in normally’. Thank god, although you still don't think it had to be you and Yunjin, but yeah, Chaewon and Eunchae are insane for staring into their windows.

"Ready, Serge?" Yunjin asks from inside Cozy's.

You roll your eyes at the nickname, but nod anyway.

"Make them pay!" Eunchae yells from behind the counter, making coffees for the short line of customers.

You both cross the street, and there's already a line stretching onto the street for their grand opening. Already, Yunjin notes their storefront is more appealing. Posters in the glass windows, a little logo a coffee mug stamped on everything.

By the time you're past the threshold of the door, the line has grown even longer.

"Were you guys this busy when you first opened?"

"No, I don't think so. Me and Eunchae got hired not too long after we opened, but it was pretty dead back then. Until you came, really."

"So I'm tasked with saving Cozy's again, huh."

"Is it really that big a deal though? I get it, it's not great for business, but cafes are one of the most common places. Is this really a threat to the store?"

"See for yourself," Yunjin pushes the door open.

You're instantly hit with the rich aroma of coffee, but also warmth. It's not the clean aesthetic of Cozy's. There's warm light spilling from antique looking lamps, the glowing fireplace in the corner roars, there are fluffy couches and wooden tables of all varieties, like each section of the cafe has a different vibe. A small bookshelf erupts in one corner, and chess set in the other.

If you're being honest, it's the type of place you'd go to to just, chill.

"Shit."

"Shit," Yunjin agrees.

There are already 3 workers moving with practiced precision, steaming milk with ease, counting cash at the speed of a gun.

You being you, of course, notice something else.

"Stop glancing at them! You'll blow our cover!"

"I-I'm not glancing."

Yunjin eyes you suspiciously. "I feel like I've seen that look before."

"What look?"

"That look."

"I'm not giving them any loo-"

"Welcome to Baked and Brewed Seoul, may I take your order?"

She's short, shorter than Eunchae or Yunjin, even Chaewon by a bit. She has a bright face, even brighter smile with cheeks that would probably be as fun to pinch as Chaew—

"We'll take 2 of your lavender honey lattes and a slice of your cheesecake please," Yunjin says in an equally bright voice, but makes a point to emphasize the words to snap you out of it.

You go through the motions, Yunjin paying with the company card ("When did you get a company card? Even I don't have one!), giving the name for the order, and sitting down.

"You falling in love aside, these are really comfy couches," Yunjin says, plopping down next to you.

"They are. Like, really comfortable."

"Try," she says, handing you the latte.

You take a sip, and that first hit of espresso hits you, warm, nutty, rich, followed by the sweet aroma of honey and lavender, and you can't help but close your eyes as it washes down your throat.

"Fuck."

"Good?"

"You try it."

Yunjin omits a similar reaction as she sips the coffee, and an unholy gasp of refreshment comes after.

"Yeah."

You put your coffee down trying your best to look worried, but honestly, it's a really nice cafe. It's like all your stress washed away at the door.

Yunjin probably feels it too, the way she's melting into the couch.

"Should we try the cake?" you ask.

"You go first."

You pick up the plate, inspecting it. It looks pretty. You take the spoon, scooping up a piece and popping it into your mouth.

You smile.

"What? Oh god, is it delicious? Gimme some! I mean, no, throw it out!"

"No, Yunjin!" you exclaim, mouth full of cake. "We got them beat here."

"You're not understanding, we have better cakes than them!"

"That's not enough," Chaewon sighs. "It sounds like the whole ambience of their cafe could put us out of business." She buried her face into her hands, pinching her visage. "What about their drinks?"

"Pretty damn good."

"And their menu? Lots of selections?"

"Oh actually… I'm not too sure."

"What do you mean 'not to sure', what did I send you over there for? Tch. And their size? How many people can they sit?"

"Errr, maybe like, I don't know, a couple dozen?"

"‘I don't know’ this, ‘maybe’ that, did you do anything useful?" Chaewon scolds. "How about their service?"

"It was… good," you admit.

"He fell in love," Yunjin teases. "That's why he can't answer your questions."

"With who?"

"With who?"

Chaewon and Eunchae of course.

"I did not fall in love!"

"Yes you did, you couldn't take your eyes off of her!"

"Who was it?" Eunchae begs.

"Psh, idiot cow falls in love with anything he sees," Chaewon rolls her eyes.

"Who was it!?"

"You know, I think I recognized her," Yunjin thinks. "Wait— wait hold on," she pulls out her phone, frantically searching.

"I knew it!" she says after a short while

"What?"

"I freaking knew it!"

"Who is she?"

Yunjin turns her phone, revealing an Instagram profile with over a hundred thousand followers. It's the same girl who took your order.

"Her?" Chaewon says shocked.

"Who is that?" Eunchae asks.

"She's like, a coffee expert. She makes latte art content, home coffee brewing, she has a whole page dedicated to it!"

"You weak willed cow! I knew it! You're the type to oogle like a chimp at any cute girl!"

"She is pretty though," Eunchae lets up.

"You fell in love with Pham Hanni!" Yunjin laughs.

"I'm not in love!"

"Stop defending yourself! It's decided, my own supervisor is a dope!"

Again, maybe you liked it when there was turmoil with the girls. When everything’s okay, things like this happen. And you're sure of it, you weren't staring. You weren't. And Yunjin just stands there, laughing at the chaos of it all.

"Guy like him probably wants the cafe to succeed."

"First they steal our customers, what, are they gonna steal our cafe cutie too!?" Eunchae cries.

"I'm not going anywhere!"

"Prove it!"

"I'm here! At Cozy's with you all! It's like my second home!" You're crying, grasping at anything to defend yourself, but you're not lying. It's one of your most genuine statements.

At the very least, they take it that way too. Eunchae smiles all big, Chaewon gets flustered, muttering something about how 'we like you too, I guess', and Yunjin just sits back, nodding.

"Listen, yeah she was fairly pret— err, I was just pretending to be a doting customer, you know, playing my role for the mission! But I'm here now. And I'm gonna help Cozy's win!"

They deem it truthful, and the focus is back on plans and action. The steps you're going to take to keep Cozy's afloat.

The effects of them opening are noticeable, yeah, but you're still getting customers. Eunchae even has to leave the kitchen where you were gossiping to deal with customers ("Unnie, please! I just served everyone, let me stay here for a bit longer!")

"Hey, why don't we talk to the owner?" Yunjin suggests. "You know, it's been pretty busy lately, I'm sure they'd let us spend some money for some improvements."

"Yeah, I was thinking of that," you agree. "What if we installed a sound system so we could play music throughout the store?"

"Oh, and we can add some plants, maybe a mirror and some shelves, something to liven the place up a bit?"

"Who is this owner anyway?" You ask.

It looks like a ghost punted a little ghost football through Chaewon's soul.

"What's wrong?"

"Definitely not," her face drops. “We aren’t asking the owner…”

"What, why?"

"It's out of the question!"

Yunjin sighs. "Well, if we don't have a budget, we might just fizzle out. Then BBS wins. If only we had rich friends."

"BBS?"

"Baked and Brewed Seoul."

"Oh," you sigh. "Well, unfortunately, we don't know anyone ri—"

You and Chaewon face each other. "Liz!" You say in unison.

"Liz? Who's Liz?"

"That girl that always comes in. We're like, kind of friends right? She loves this place. She might just invest." Chaewon grabs some fruit from the fridge to prep, indicating the decision has been made.

"She hasn't been here in a while though," you noted, unwilling to concede you know exactly where she lives, "are we just going to wait until she comes in again? Who knows when that will be."

Chaewon smiles. "Don't worry, my dear supervisor. We're Instagram friends!" She abandons the fruit, pulling her phone out, and with a couple of taps, she turns the phone to you and Yunjin.

Liz! So, we have some ideas for the shop. Would love to hear your opinions as a customer.

The response comes immediately.

Would love the hear them ;)

Come by tomorrow, you're boy friend knows where I live.

"Boyfriend?" Yunjin gasps.

"How do you know where she lives?" Chaewon (also) gasps.

"There's a space between boy and friend, thank you very much!" you (also also) gasp.

You don't really have a valid answer for why you know where she lives, other than she blindfolded and fucked you on her couch while telling you to think of Chaewon.

"Have you been there?" Yunjin asks curiously.

"Yeah, you cow, have you?"

"I, uhh, I may have walked by her place once."

"Walked past?"

"Y-yeah, just randomly."

Chaewon's lips go into a line, as if weighing your answer. "Fine," she eventually decides. "Take me there tomorrow."

"Well, we can't just barge into her house and ask her for a loan. That's insane! We need a plan."

"You should've told me that yesterday! I thought you had everything under control."

"You useless supervisor!" Chaewon jogs to catch up to you as you cross the street. "What were you doing last night, huh?"

"Budgeting! Exactly what you asked me to do!"

Chaewon's demeanor changes into something jolly. "Ehehe~ I took a bath and slept for 10 hours."

"I'm so glad," you say sarcastically, but it's anything but. It's the reason you put up with this supervisor job. If it means at all Chaewon can finally have her rests days after months of overtime, and hours working just to keep the store afloat, you'd take on 10 times the work. "Well, should we get her a gift then… rich people like gifts, right?"

"Everyone likes gifts."

"Yeah, but what if we bring her some pastries from the shop. That seems appropriate, no?"

"Yeah, actually. Not so useless after all, are you, Mr. Supervisor? We can stop by the store on our way."

"Yeah. Uhh, how do we approach asking her then? Just 'cause she's rich doesn't mean she'll give us a loan."

"Let's just appeal to the business woman in her."

"Is she a business woman? Last I checked—"

"Last you checked, what?"

"Err, nothing. Sure. We can frame it like, she can help scale the company. Like an investment."

"Great, so we figured out 'we're going to ask Liz to invest'. That's literally our whole premise."

"You were the one who suggested the business thing!"

"I say we just wing it!' Chaewon lights up. "I have a good feeling about today."

You on the other hand, couldn't shake the sinking feeling in your stomach, but maybe that was just Liz.

It's the first time you've seen Liz in a while, and you want to run away. Her piercing eyes find you, and that sly smile takes shape as her eyes scan you and Chaewon. You've always been conscious of you two around Liz, all the way back to your first time meeting her, when she walked in on you massaging Chaewon's back.

It doesn't help that her dimple has magic powers. Well, it's not like you have hard proof, but you're sure it's up to something.

She pulls Chaewon into an all too friendly hug, winking at you while her arms are wrapped around her, and you think, even though she's not in her elegant getups like she usually is - just a hoodie and some sweats right now - that maybe you don't have to worry. This is Liz. Her and Chaewon have always had some semblance of connection, maybe you could use that to your advantage when asking her to invest.

She brings you up to her penthouse, and the look of awe on Chaewon's face is similar to yours when you first saw it; the centrepiece fountain in the middle of her fountain, all the art pieces scattered around, the pristine marble floors. You feign the same shock trying to keep up with the illusion that you've never been here before.

She leads you to a room you've never been in before, a living room of sorts where she invites you to sit on a grand couch, more comfortable than any you've ever seen.

She sits on a closeby armchair. "So, how can I help my two favourite baristas?" all velvety and luxuriously.

You and Chaewon catch each others eyes, and with a nod, she stiffly places a box of desserts onto the coffee table between you. "I hear you like our chocolate mousse! We brought you some and a couple other things," Chaewon says, and it's slightly odd hearing her customer service voice outside of work.

She shakes her arms in excitement, opening the box. With the pleasantries out of the way, and sensing Liz is clearly in a good mood, you nudge Chaewon with your elbow. "We were also wondering, so uhh, yeah…"

"What?" Liz laughs, looking at you.

Shit, you're bad at this. And that damn dimple isn't helping you feel any calmer.

"What my supervisor means to say," Chaewon clears her throat, "is we want to… make Cozy's a better place."

Liz takes a bite out of a chocolate croissant, chewing slowly. "I think Cozy's is already a wonderful place." It's really quite genuine.

"Well, we want to make it better." Chaewon's demeanor changes into something more serious, and she leans forward. "But to do that— to do that we need money."

It's Liz's turn for a demeanor change, and you don't know if it signals something good. Her face straightens, she leans forward a bit like she means business.

"So, you're here for?" You've never seen Liz like this. She's usually smiling, using that dimple to control, but now, with her eyes are scanning as you ask her for her money, you think you'd rather have the dimple back.

"An investment," Chaewon says with equal conviction.

Liz's face remains, but underneath it, maybe in her eyes you can see amusement. Still, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "And what exactly am I investing in?"

"Cozy's."

"Cozy's, huh. How much do you want?"

"40 million won."

Liz's eyes narrow. She shifts in her armchair probably worth double that. "That's a lot of money to invest in a small coffee shop. What do you make a month?"

"60."

There's a sort of tension in the air, and you don't know what to make of it. Whether it's a bad thing or a good thing, you don't know.

"The store, it's still been busy after that cake fiasco?"

"You saw that!?" you yelp.

Chaewon silences you with a hand on your shoulder. "It's steady now. But it's not enough."

Liz finally smiles. "See Chaewon, I love to invest. But not in businesses. In people—"

"We're good people to invest in."

Her dimple comes out even more now. "You, I can tell. You mentioned he was a supervisor now?" Liz nods to you.

"He is."

"And yet he's been sitting here, lost the whole time. Do you believe in him?"

Chaewon stands. "More than anyone."

The words take you by surprise. All the teasing and scolding Chaewon gives you, you never thought she'd afford you that level of praise.

"Then let's test it. Like I said, I invest in people."

"Invest in me," Chaewon asks. It's bridled with passion, a promise she knows she can fulfill. But it is evidently not enough.

"One person can't run a cafe. It takes a team, and it's time for him to prove himself. Mind if I speak with him alone for a while?"

Chaewon sighs, but turns to you, nodding with a confidence you're not sure you deserve.

"Make yourself at home, then. I'll come find you when were done."

The echoes of Chaewon's footsteps are like drums celebrating your end. You can feel beads of sweat form on your head. It's all up to you now, and you don't know what awaits you.

What awaits you is a smile. And then a laugh. And then that fucking dimple staring at you (have you mentioned you’re scared of her dimple?).

"Uhh, Liz?"

"Well, I was wrong. You two could get even cuter."

"What?"

"Don't you see?" she laughs, "this is perfect! I pretend to test you, decide 'yeah, you deserve the 40 million', and you become the hero!"

"Wait, what? So, you'll give us the money?!"

"Of course I will. You both are just so adorable for coming in here all nervous asking for 40 million. Hell, I'll give you 60!"

Your head is still woozy. "I— I don't understand, why'd you want to speak to me alone?"

Liz stands up, scooting lazily beside you. "Because then Chaewon will think: 'Oh, my supervisor is so reliable'!"

"Again with this! I told you, there's nothing going on with me and Chaewon!"

"Oh really?" She stretches the words, raising her eyebrows. "Didn't you admit last time that 'she's so damn perfect'? Specifically, perfect while you fucked her?"

Oh right, you told Liz you've had relations with both Eunchae and Chaewon. To be fair, you were blindfolded, scared, and more than a little turned on at the time.

"Ohhh, she's gonna be so excited when she thinks you nailed it! You might even fuck again~"

"What the hell is wrong with you!" you yell.

"Oh honey, a lot. I'm rich, remember?"

Realization suddenly hits you. Although, maybe her motives were a little bit… outlandish, you were still walking away with this with your coveted investment! "Oh, thank you Liz! I'll go get Chaewon and let her know."

"Uh uh uh~~" Liz wags her finger. "I wasn't lying when I said I invest in people." Her eyes flick up and down your body, and a hand slides into her hoodie pocket, taking out the same blindfold she used last time.

"Do you just keep that on you?" You yelp, recoiling backwards.

"Oh, fine, no blindfold. You know the rules though, remember?" she slowly crawls to you on the couch. "My name is the safe word, and no looking at me in the eyes. Unless of course, you don't want your money?" She says, curling her lips into an obviously feigned frown.

You lean back, crawling away. Fuck. This Liz girl set a trap, luring you back into her house, and then, you sprung it.

She springs on you, trapping you on the couch. You almost look her in the eyes. In fact, she's looking at you in your eyes, so you don't understand for the life of you why you're not allowed to do the same. You can feel her lithe body against you, and you remember how god damn tight she felt around your cock.

No, you're doing this for Chaewon. Yeah, you're so strong willed that you're going to fuck this girl for Chaewon. At least that's what you tell yourself when she leans in close and whispers: "I'm not wearing anything under this hoodie".

Her familiar citrusy and obviously expensive perfume hits your nose, but you don't pay much attention because she takes your lips in hers. You almost forget that you're doing this for Chaewon, because you accept them with reckless abandon.

Remember, this is Liz, though, so you're not stupid enough to think you're ever in control. Her tongue finds yours and there's nothing behind it, no pretense other than she wants to play with you.

She's in between your legs, pressing her hips against your growing cock when you buck up.

She detaches her lips from yours with a smirk. "Mmm~, someone's eager. Been a while for you and Chaewon? Oh, please, wipe that look off your face, I'm just teasing you, now let's get this out of the way," she says, lifting your shirt off of your head.

You moan pathetically, and you can only hope Chaewon has taken up Liz on her offer to make herself at home, and that she's not waiting outside the room, privy to all the noises you're making.

The thought is wiped from your brain however, when Liz, all sultry, looks at you and says: "would you like to take off my hoodie?"

This has all happened so fast, but honestly, after all the months in these salacious situations with these girls, you're used to it. You nod your head sheepishly.

She props herself up, taking your arms by the wrist and bringing them to the hem of her sweater. You almost look into her large inviting eyes, but stop yourself at the last moment.

You pull the garment up, a little too fast, and she slows you down with a hand on your wrist.

"Slow down, honey."

Actually, you'd rather make this fast, but you guess you've done the deed with Chaewon right next to you, so this isn't exactly the most precarious situation you've been in. You're too stunned to speak anyway, so you slowly lift the sweater off of her, revealing her silky white skin, climbing up to her impossibly pretty nipples, already hard.

The tightness of it all, her lithe form, it drives you over the edge. You lift it up, and like the sweater, you drop, limp, stunned at the girl in front of you.

She hangs over you, controlling smile still dictating you. Until, she closes the gap, tongue poking out of her mouth before she brings it to your nipple.

Your breath hitches in your mouth, and your hands instinctively go to grab her hair. You stop yourself, unsure if it's against the rules, but when her tongue flicks your nipple harder, sending pleasure through your chest, you grab it anyway.

She doesn't seem to mind, switching from nipple to nipple softly.

Your cock is straining in your pants, and Liz props herself up.

Even with her hair slightly frizzy, she looks divine, unflushed.

You, on the other hand, are huffing and puffing. She grabs your pants by the waistband, mirroring that slow, teasing way of undressing that she forced upon you, sliding it down until your stiff cock is revealed with a pop.

Maybe you were wrong about fucking Liz again, because by the look in her eye, she has no plans to give you anything you want.

"Ready to earn your money?" She doesn't say it maliciously, doesn't say it like you're some street whore, but it has the same effect, probably.

Her hand wraps around you, and it's a bit cold, but only because how fucking stiff and hot your cock is.

"So much precum, maybe I was right when I said it's been a while, hmm?" She's not right, but when she lathers the precum on her hand and brings her palm to lips, licking it, nothing but strangled moans escape your mouth.

Her hand is back on your member, now coated in her saliva. The feeling is indescribable, her strokes are practiced, measured, as if any misstep would cause her to lose control.

"Nngh." Her hand is working you to squirms, her thumb rubbing over your tip in careful motions.

It's getting faster, getting harder to remain still, so hard you're gripping probably two thousand dollars worth of sofa cushion in your hands and closing your eyes in focus.

Every stroke is dangerous, every stroke could be the last as your legs tense. You don't know if it's for this reason that her hand leaves your cock.

You gasp, sitting up and opening your eyes, and of course, the dimple is staring back.

You don't look her directly in the eyes (as per the rules), but you can tell in your peripherals that the controlled look in her eyes is waning, like some untamed beast lies beneath it. You know it does, you've experienced it before. Her hand is still wet with your precum, and she carefully takes her sweats off, positioning herself so your legs are entangled, and your crotches are just inches from each others.

There's a slight huff to her breath now too, and she sits up, facing you. You can practically feel the warmth of her temple as she sits on the couch, and without warning, her fingers, still wet, pierce her sopping pussy.

It's a fucking sight, seeing Liz fingerfuck herself an inch away from your own throbbing piece, but she doesn't let you stop.

"Keep— keep going," she huffs, taking her fingers out. She reaches over and slathers a bit of her own wetness onto your cock, before plunging her fingers back in. "Stroke your cock or you're never getting that money!"

You don't need to be told twice. Her legs are so smooth on yours, and when your hand wraps around your own cock, you can feel her legs shake.

"You're such a good little simp for Chaewon, aren't you? Stroking your cock like that so she can get what she wa- wants," she says. "Y-you must really love her!" The words come out all high and uneven, and she shakes again.

Your own hand is working violently, the sounds of Liz's wet pussy, the smell of her sopping cunt filling the air, it's too much.

You're slightly worried about how disheveled you two will look once Chaewon does return, but it's wiped as pleasure rips through your pelvis.

Your cock strains as you approach release, and you need to see more

"Don't do it!" she yells, convulsing herself, but still staring directly at you. The little space between you and her crotches is soaked wet, and you physically can't obey.

"F-fuck!" you moan, releasing a torrent of cum, but not before locking eyes with her. She looks shocked, bewildered even, but she's still rapidly fingering herself. Your cum flies in arcs, scattering not only on you, but on her. She too convulses as her release comes.

You collapse back onto the couch, catching your breath, but your moment of respite is short lived.

You think she's mad at first, the way her sweaty body appears over you muttering. "You looked me in my eyes."

She hovers over you, hair draping, and funnily enough this isn't the first time you think Liz is going to murder you.

"You said— you looked me in my eyes," she repeats. Before you can close yours, she wraps her hand around your head, forcing you to continue staring into hers.

Instead of the anger you expect, it's that same crazed look, the one that craved pleasure last time, only now it's present tenfold.

Her lips are back on yours, and this time it's different, she sucks on your tongue with abandon. "Why'd you look," she laments through abated breaths and sloppy kisses. "What, do you want me to fall in love?"

You barely mutter a broken response before she snarls at you. "You'll be punished for that," she says, the look in her eyes growing more lustful by the second. She shifts, mouth at your cock and licking up every drop of cum you've spilt.

And then she's back in your vision, and the rules be damned, she can't help but stare into your eyes. Every time you shift your vision, every time you so much as blink, she gives you a squeeze, so you remain, lost in her gaze. It's almost as bad as her dimple. Almost.

She climbs on top of you, eyes still locked. You can't see what's going on below your chest, but you feel a familiar wetness wrap around your cock. Immediately, it stiffens to full mast yet again.

She's ridden you before, but not like this. Finally, her eyes break from yours, and her supple body bounces on your cock. She screams out, turning back to pin you down but working her hips faster and faster.

Turns out, all eye contact does for Liz is turn her into even more of a slut.

She's not a crazy murderer, just a crazy horny rich lady. Cool.

Not cool. You chance pumping up into her as she bounces, but she pushes down on your chest, signaling you to stop. All you can do is sit there as she works to her own release on you.

It's probably coming soon, because her walls tighten around you, hugging, squeezing almost painfully as she quivers, collapsing on top of you.

Her body is shaking and light, and your hard cock is still lodged inside of her quivering pussy.

You wrap your arms around her form, ready to pump even more, but in a surprising burst of strength, Liz straightens up. That elegant look of control is back on her face, and you know even though you're still inside of her, pumping now could signal your doom.

The only sign she felt even an ounce of pleasure is her rumpled hair, and the slight pant in her breath. There's even a hint of disdain as she looks down upon you, slowly sliding up to free your cock. It's throbbing, practically bursting, and when she looks down and sees, her smile returns.

"I think we're done for today," she smiles, giving your member one last pump. "Get yourself in order so we can go let Chaewon know."

Fuck. Maybe you shouldn't have looked her in the eyes. You know how… moody you can get with blue balls. You make a mental note to jerk off later tonight so as to avoid any… repeat situations, but still, right now in the moment, you bemoan your release unhad.

You find Chaewon, twiddling her thumbs nervously in the kitchen. You silently hope she doesn't notice your unkempt hair, and although you've dressed and did your best to appear presentable, you feel dirty. It doesn't help that your cock hasn't fully softened.

She turns to you nervously when you find her.

Liz has this bit, 'to build the suspense', she says so you both walk in with heavy faces, until:

Liz smiles. "Congrats," she says. "Your supervisor just secured you a 60 million won investment."

The look on Chaewon's face is pure ecstasy, and she runs, no sprints towards you, arms outstretched, voice ringing in the air and jumps. You catch her, just to stop her from falling.

"I knew it, I knew I could trust you," she cries.

It's a pretty slow morning, which is nice. The coffee machine whirrs as it heats, the oven humming as cheesecakes and pastries bake.

It's supposed to be you and the new hire, but Eunchae texted the group:

Eunchaehey stupid supervisor, this new guy you hired has been staring at every girl customer that's walked in

Ms. Manager (scary)What?

For real?

Eunchaeyeah…

Yunjinnow that you mention it… I'm pretty sure he hit on a customer while you were in the kitchen last week Chaewon.

I wasn't sure but…

Ms. Manager (scary)Fire him.

Stupid supervisor hired another cow, huh.

So, it's just you opening. No matter, you came in early and you don't open for another 45 minutes.

You're experimenting with milk teas now, something to expand your menu, so you're pouring tapioca pearls into a pot of boiling water when a knock on the glass window rings out.

It appears to be a girl, wrapped in a hoodie to presumably protect against the early morning cold.

Your mind immediately darts to Karina. She always loved to get snuggled up in oversized hoodies, and your heart skips a beat (in a good or bad way, you don't want to deal with at the moment). But then, you realize, it can't be Karina. The girl in the window is nowhere near tall enough to be Karina.

What, just a customer then? You've dealt with this before, customers looking to come early. You ignore them and get to prepping, but she knocks again.

You see a smiling face you faintly recognize. It's warm, welcoming, friendly, all of the damn above of someone you'd let your guard down around, and she's holding a drink with the BBS logo stamped on it.

You shuffle over to the door quickly, confused but curious, and opening it:

"Hi, I'm Hanni! Your new neighbour!"