Chapter 58: Clean Up This Mess!

Thursday | April 11th, 2024 | 12:41 PM

I had to fight back the urge to shout in public as I celebrated my mini-victory. I was standing in the parking lot of the boba shop, having just arrived for work, when I let out a loud laugh. 

It was just that ever since I suggested the idea of bringing a change of clothes to work, I would check Ningning's car every morning just to see if she followed through. 

Today, there it was. A pile of clothes sitting in the front passenger seat.

This was good news. This was really good news. My excitement could barely contain itself. I needed a win now more than fucking ever.

All I had to do was wait for clumsy Ningning to just make a mess of herself. The second she swaps clothes, the second she turns her back, I'll make a beeline for her used clothes. 

Now, if she were to put her clothes into the car, that'd be trouble. I figured I could learn how to unlock a car while there were no customers, or call up Nakyung to see if she somehow had some secret grand theft auto skills I never knew about.

The plan wasn’t solid. Far from it even. There were many cracks I could think of off the top of my head. For instance, what if Ningning didn’t even bring a change in underwear. Or what if I get caught on camera trying to shuffle off with Ningning’s clothes?

Still. It felt nice to have my head out of the academics gutter for a change. Maybe this little distraction might do me some good. Especially since this was finally a heist that was back under my control and not like the shit that happened with Tzuyu. Even now, I still think that what I did to earn her panties was a bit too much.

This one had to be a victimless crime.

The door of the boba shop opened with a light tinkle, a sound that heralded a wave of noise and the scent of sugar syrup. In the front, Ningning was setting up at the register with Chungha who was busy restocking some pearls into a plastic bin at our work station. Karina must've been in the back doing prepwork as I didn't see her anywhere in sight, but I'm sure we'll see her once things get a little busier.

A smile came to me as I let the door close behind me. "Morning, ladies," I sang, walking towards the front counter.

"Morning, babyface," Chungha called out, her back still turned to me.

"Babyface," I repeated in a murmur, "I'd like to put in a complaint, can't you come up with a better nickname for me," I said as I hopped over the counter.

"Maybe when you use the door for the front counter instead of hopping over it every single day," she replied without looking, a small smile playing on her lips. She finished with the bins of pearls.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I said, moving towards the back kitchen to potentially greet Karina. I passed Ningning at the register and she only gave a slight nod of her head as a greeting, her concentration on something on her phone screen.

I poked my head through the curtains leading into the back kitchen and kitchen area. Karina was indeed there, humming along to some soft music playing from the small speaker in the corner. She carefully sliced a block of jelly into little cubes with a steady hand.

"Morning, Karina," I announced.

She jolted slightly, turning to me with a smile, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. "Morning, Minjae. You scared me. How are you today?" Her smile was genuinely sweet.

"I'm feeling great," I gave her two thumbs up, "How are you feeling?"

"Doing alright," she replied as she turned back to the jelly, continuing her task. "Feeling better now."

"Right, right, that's good to hear."

Karina's smile deepened as I watched her work for another moment, and then she finally spoke again, "I almost forgot, thanks again for, you know, making me feel better about Kwangmin."

"Oh, c'mon. Anytime, Karina." I chuckled, walking over to the racks where our aprons hung. "You would've done the same for me," I told her, taking my apron off the hook.

"In fact, you have, so I'm just repaying the favor," I added, throwing the apron over my head and tying it off at the back. "Let me know if you need help with anything else."

"Will do," she said. I saw her throw a small wink in my direction before I disappeared back behind the curtains.

When I came back to the main floor, Chungha was leaning up against a counter, her phone in her hand as she scrolled through her screen. Ningning was still on her phone, but looked up once the bells above the entrance jingled, announcing our first customers of the day.

It was nearly the perfect scenario. First customers of the day, Ningning was cold starting which meant she was more prone to making a mistake. Throw on a group of customers all at once, how can she try to multi-task every drink?

The only problem was it wasn't a large group that had come in. Two, three people at most. Ningning wasn't clumsy on a slow day.

For the next half hour, the store remained slow. Not completely empty, but a manageable trickle of customers kept me in a state of low-key anticipation. I'd glance at the clock, then back at Ningning, then out at Ningning's car in the parking lot. Patience. It had to be an accident. Premeditated mess-making was harder to pull off, and more likely to be noticed.

"You can keep staring at that window, it isn't going to make the customers come any faster, loverboy." Chungha was beside me suddenly, wiping down the counter next to where I was bent over. My head snapped around to see her sly little grin.

"I'm just waiting for today's rush," I said with a non-committal shrug, my attention back to Ningning's vehicle.

"Oh, c'mon. You know we don't get that busy," Ningning chipped in from behind the register.

"Besides, we get paid hourly, so I'm perfectly fine with the pace right now," Chungha added.

"I guess," I said with a little shrug as my eyes looked away from her face and over to Ningning. They're right, we almost never get a rush whenever we work together. If I wanted Ningning to get dirty, it'd be during a rush. I mean, she's still clumsy enough to make a mess without it, but what are the chances of that happening today.

It happens out of nowhere, I can't really predict when she'll drop or spill something. I can only hope. I sighed and rested my head on a closed fist. This sucks.

"Cheer up." I heard Chungha ask as she leaned over the counter. "This is great, we don't have to move. We just loiter until the time to clock out comes."

"But our tips are shot. That means less money at the end of the day," I said as my head raised to face Chungha's.

"Like you need it," she rolled her eyes. "You get paid to go to school."

Karina emerged from the kitchen, possibly overhearing our conversation and wanting to be a part of it, "I'm jelly. I'm going to be paying my student loans for the next ten years."

"See, should've been like me and skipped the extra school," Chungha drummed her fists on Karina's shoulder as she walked past and joined us.

Ningning jumped in, "You both make good points. I don't know what to do now that I'm here." She looked up at me and Chungha with an undecided look, "Should I finish college? Should I take a gap year? Should I drop out?"

"Finish, Ning. Don't be like me," Chungha wagged a finger at Ningning. The older sister act was in full swing again, and I took a mental pause to admire the skill. She had it all down. The gentle condescension, the "l've-been-through-it-so-you-don't-have-to" wisdom, it was all there.

"But college is so much..." Ningning tried to get her thoughts together. “Work.”

It happened like this.

The bell above the entrance door chimed. The next customers of the day came in so we immediately dispersed back to our work stations. I stood at the register to take the orders while Ningning stood in earshot to work on the drinks as they came in.

This group was bigger. Eight high school girls, in their school uniforms, all chattering loudly, their orders a confusing mess of "half-sugar, no ice," and "can I get extra cheese foam." I typed it all in with forced cheer. It was a perfect storm for Ningning, these types of orders with so many bells and whistles. She was bound to spill or drop something.

The grin just found itself on my face as I ended the order with a friendly "Alright, it'll be ready soon." I looked over to see how Ningning was doing, waiting to see the moment it all fell apart in front of her.

The rush from the sudden influx of customers had my mind racing with possibilities. Maybe she'll slip on some water that wasn't there before. Maybe she'll spill a cup onto herself, I thought as I imagined a sweet, sticky splash of taro milk tea all over that nice white shirt she was wearing.

Geez, I hope she's wearing a nice set of panties today.

As if my thoughts sent a silent prayer to the gods of clumsy teenagers, Ningning turned from the fridge with a carton of milk in one hand and a shaker in the other. She was moving too fast, trying to keep up with the tickets. I could've helped but I wanted to stay a far distance from the 'splash zone'.

Ningning was mixing a drink, her movements flustered but precise in their own chaotic way. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she measured the tea and the milk. She put the shaker on the counter. I watched her carefully.

My heart hammered a little in my chest. The perfect setup. A crowded counter, a chaotic line, a distracted Ningning. The world seemed to narrow down to her hands.

But, it never came. She did it flawlessly. Every single one. Even to the point where she was double-fisting the drinks without spilling a single drop.

Ningning, at that moment, was a professional bobarista. And I, at that moment, was a very disappointed man.

I leaned my head on my hand again as the high schoolers took their drinks, laughing and gossiping as they left, leaving only the scent of syrup and the lingering scent of their cheap perfume. The store fell back into its quiet state. There was no mess. No stained shirt. There was only the silent disappointment of a failed plan.

I simmered for a minute. I let out a small huff as I thought about how today would've gone if my plan had worked out. I would've had my prize right about now. Nah, I can make this work. That big order, our drink dispenser had to be about midway full.

I’ll call an audible. Improvise. Something, anything. I just want to see Ningning make a god damn mess. 

"Hey, Ningning, can you refill the green tea dispenser?" I brought up, the sudden request surprising the two of us.

She gave a "Mhmm," as she went into the back kitchen.

This was it. My one chance. The drink dispenser was on a higher counter, making it more difficult to pour into. I knew this. I'd done it a million times for Chungha and Karina before Ningning started working here. Being the new hire, we obviously made her start doing it so she can learn but the very first time she did it, she tripped and got tea all over her pants.

I knew it could, scratch that, would happen again.

Now, all I have to do is wait.

She pulled the heavy, plastic container of premade green tea from the back room, grunting with the effort. It was always awkward to pour from. Even better, her being short, meant she had to use the tiny stepstool our manager had gotten for the girls to reach the high shelves to help her get to the correct height.

As I watched, she angled the container towards the open top of the dispenser. Come on, Ningning. Fail me now. Fail and fall, right onto the floor in a puddle of green tea. 

My eyes were glued to her arms, watching for the slip of her grip. Nothing.

I waited. My heart was beating like the sound of the bass on some shitty speakers. I held my breath.

Ningning steadied herself, her small frame straining slightly to lift the heavy jug. She started to pour. The liquid glugged out slowly, a steady stream. This is going to be good, I thought. But no, why, of all days, is Ningning being such a good worker.

In hindsight, wishing for my friend to be a terrible worker is kind of twisted. But what choice did I have, I thought, as her hands remained steady as a rock while the tea sloshed inside the plastic container. The tension in my shoulders slumped as I realized my plan was yet again a failure.

A wave of disappointment washed over me. This isn't working. Maybe this was a sign. That this theft I was planning would inevitably come with delay I couldn't imagine or foresee.

No.

No way. I can't lose motivation now. This has to work. I walked forward from the counter with a slight jog in my step full of determination. It's like ripping a band-aid. A band-aid weighing about 100 pounds of awkward and young angst. All I have to do is give her a little push. Not a push-push, but an 'Oops, sorry I'm so clumsy' push.

"Here, I'll help," I said as I approached her. With a deliberate kick, disguised as accidental, my heel hit the stepstool she was standing on. It was a pathetic little nudge. To my utter surprise, it worked. Maybe a little too good. The stool wobbled violently beneath her feet. She made a tiny yelp, trying to keep her balance by twisting her body.

The plastic container of green tea slipped. The contents of the jug did exactly what my imagination pictured, a huge wave of lukewarm tea crashed down. Most of it went right into her. The rest had splashed onto me. With the liquid hitting my face, I was semi-blind to the sudden weight that fell into me.

I instinctively caught Ningning as we both hit the ground with a loud thud. I was going to need a bigger band-aid for this band-aid. She wasn't that heavy, I'd argue she was mostly liquid at this point.

A groan left my mouth as the curtains behind me parted open. "What was that?" It was Karina and Chungha, who both came out to see what the commotion was. Only to see Ningning on top of me while both of us and the ground were soaking wet.

Chungha broke the stunned silence with a bark of a laugh that echoed through the entire shop. "Oh my god!" Another laugh.

Karina rushed to us, her brow furrowed in concern, "Are you two okay?"

A beat, Ningning, who was on top of me, pushed herself up, the tea dripping from her hair onto my face as the droplets hit my chin. Her face was flushed bright red for a completely different reason now.

"Um... I'm sorry," she stammered, scrambling off me, "I-I don't know what happened."

This was it. The plan was in motion. Except it has gone out of my hands and into something else.

"My fault, my fault," I said, jumping up off the floor, making an exaggerated show of patting Ningning's shoulders and checking her all over, my hands dripping in tea. "I totally bumped into you, sorry. So clumsy today,"

"No, no, it's fine." She stood there, looking down at her soaked clothes. The white t-shirt she wore was plastered to her torso, "I knew I should've worn an apron today, not that it would've helped."

"Maybe not," I laughed as I tried to pull the front of my own shirt off of me.

Chungha was nearly in tears with laughter, leaning against the counter for support as if she would crumble to the ground otherwise. "You two look like a pair of drowned rats."

"It's a good thing we have clothes in the car to change into," Ningning tried to say over the sound of Chungha's laughter.

"Go, get changed," Karina said in a motherly tone as she pushed Ningning lightly towards the counter, "We'll clean this up." Together, me and Ningning walked around the counter, both of us dripping with green tea every step we made out towards the entrance.

"Sorry again," I said once more at the entrance. The bell above the door rang softly as we walked out.

"Nah, Minjae, don't worry about it," Ningning replied and then she added, "I'm used to it."

She must've seen my confusion at first because she added, "Making a mess on myself, I mean." A small sigh escaped her lips.

"This has to be the tenth t-shirt I've stained since working here," I chuckled.

We went to our cars that were parked next to each other in the almost-empty parking lot, the midday sun was high and hot. I kept an eye on her as I fumbled for my keys, my hands still slick and damp. While she got her clothes right out from the passenger's side, I opened up my trunk to get a spare towel that I kept in there since volleyball season and a set of clothes, which was also since volleyball season.

"Uh, here, your hair is wetter than mine," I said as I tossed the towel to her.

"Oh, thanks," She said, using it to towel dry her dripping hair. I felt that it was the least I could do after making her the laughingstock of Chungha’s day.

We went back inside, not saying another word. She walked right into the employee bathroom to change while I decided to just risk it and change in the kitchen while Karina and Chungha cleaned out front.

"Don't come in, I'm getting naked," I shrieked comically out the curtains as I peeled my soaked shirt off of my own body. I used the hem of my shirt to wipe my face as I did this. I shimmied down my drenched sweatpants and boxers until they were a pile on the floor around my ankles.

It was a rare feeling to be completely butt-naked in the middle of our kitchen. That had to be some sort of health violation. 

While slipping one leg into the new boxers, Chungha's face poked out from the slit of the curtains. I shrieked again and stumbled back like an idiot, almost tripping over the pool of soaked clothes around my feet.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I screamed, taking cover behind the ice machine and trying to pull my boxers caught around my heel up to cover myself. 

"Who told you to change back here you weirdo, this is a food prep area," She scolded, looking away with an annoyed smirk, "I just came back here to give you some towels to wipe yourself down with."

She threw a couple of hand towels at me and pulled her head away. I could hear her and Karina laughing out front. With my underwear and track pants now properly on my waist, I grabbed the spare shirt I had and changed into it just as fast as I could. Then, I scooped up all my soaked clothes, bunching them together.

I walked out of the kitchen, giving Chungha a glare as I grabbed a plastic bag from under the counter to store my clothes in. “I could definitely report you for sexual harassment if I hated your guts.”

My eyes then moved from her to Ningning who came out not that long after me. Ningning's new outfit was just a blue t-shirt and black joggers. She had a plastic bag of her own too.

"You look comfortable," I commented, tying off my plastic bag. I watched as she dropped the plastic bag underneath the counter where we kept the cleaning supplies.

"Yeah, I grabbed whatever clothes were on top of my dresser." She responded, tying an apron around her waist.

"Let's see, now that we cleaned up your mess. I think it's only fair me and Rina gets to take a nap in the back for an hour or so, don't you think?" Chungha teased.

Karina shook her head with a smile, a playful blush dusting her cheeks. "Chungha, be nice. They've already apologized enough."

"Not enough for me," She retorted with a shrug.

The day trudged on at the pace I didn't want it to. More and more customers came in and out, the rush had hit and Ningning, dressed in casual attire, moved with more confidence than she did this morning. It was a pain in the ass. She was good. All her clumsy charm was gone, replaced by this weirdly competent, focused version of herself.

Meanwhile, my brain was working overtime. Every couple of minutes, I'd discreetly glance at the plastic bag sitting innocently under the counter. That was it. That was my treasure. My little secret wrapped in flimsy plastic, nestled next to bottles of all-purpose cleaner and a dusty dustpan.

It felt like it'd be a while before I could pull off a heist.

Thursday | April 11th, 2024 | 9:09 PM

It was simple enough. Closing time meant cleaning time. And while the girls started off by mopping, sweeping, wiping down surfaces, I took out the trash as my designated task to start off. Considering I was the only one out of the group who could lift the trash cans above their head, it's always been my thing.

I was wheeling out the many trash cans we had in the store, walking past the cleaning supplies counter when my brain did its work on auto. I saw the bag. A quick glance to the front of the store to confirm the three girls weren't looking at me, their backs to me. This was it.

I slowed my roll, quickly crouching down to pick up the bag and tossed it into a trashcan. There was a slight pause where I waited for a protest. Some sort of objection, readying to defend myself. 

When nothing came, I sighed in relief. No one suspected a thing. So I wheeled the trashcans out to our dumpsters, taking a detour to toss Ningning's dirty clothes into my car before I reentered the building with the empty trash cans.

Everything was done and we all were getting ready to leave.

"Alright," I breathed out, exhausted. "I'll see you all next time."

"Drive safe, loverboy," Chungha cooed, waving a hand at me lazily.

"Bye guys," Karina's sweet voice followed.

"Huh, where's my clothes?" Ningning called out. Before I could make it out the door with the others, Ningning was looking around the counters.

We all turned to her. "Your clothes?" Chungha repeated.

"Yeah, my wet work clothes," Ningning confirmed with a slight frown as she crouched down to peer underneath the counter, "The plastic bag I put them in."

Ah, shit. This is the part where I'd have a heart attack. But no, I was calm. After all, the hard part was already over hours ago. "Oh shit, I threw them away."

Chungha and Karina laughed out loud as Ningning stood back up, her face a picture of confusion, "You did what?"

"When I was throwing away the trash, I saw it and forgot it was your clothes. I assumed it was trash," I made a perfect-sounding excuse way earlier. I knew Ningning would suspect something when she couldn’t bring her wet clothes home with her. "I'm so sorry Ning, I thought it was cleaning trash."

"Today's a rare day we get to see Minjae's brain glitch over and over," Karina joked.

"Tell me about it," Chungha added. "The spilling of tea, the changing in the kitchen, the throwing away of clothes." She playfully bumped her shoulder against mine as she walked past towards me.

Ningning let out a resigned sigh, a small smile playing on her lips. "It's... okay." She let out a sigh, "I don't care enough about them to fish them out of the dumpster," she admitted with a laugh. That was an answer I was glad to hear. It lifted the guilt right off my chest.

"Let's bounce, I don't want to stay here any longer than I should. Minjae’s bad luck might rub off on me," Karina said from the front door as she started to head out. We all followed behind, Chungha and Karina leading the way.

"Alright, good night! Drive home safe," Karina called out.

"I will, you too!" Ningning responded, while I only offered a simple wave. We all went to our cars and slowly they all started to depart, one by one.

Except for me. I was waiting until no one was here so I could unravel my treasure. Once the parking lot cleared and I knew for sure I was alone, my fingers trembled with excitement as I locked my car doors. 

The faint scent of green tea stained my car. The plastic bag crackled as I picked it up from my passenger seat, the sound of my success. I fished inside and pulled out the damp items. Her t-shirt was plain white cotton. Boring. My attention wasn't there. My eyes were on the panties.

They were blue, a lovely shade like a summer sky, with a little white bow on the front panel. Cute. Simple. But it wasn't the fabric or color that made my breath catch. It was the dampness I could feel, a subtle testament to the chaos I had orchestrated.

The little white bow stared up at me, perfectly centered. I took them, bringing the damp fabric up to my face and inhaling deeply. The scent was subtle behind the strong scent of green tea. It was a clean, soapy aroma with a faint, intimate floral musk clinging to the gusset. There was no real flavor to it, but my mind was running wild with its own fantasies.

A satisfied hum escaped my lips. They were perfect.

I scanned the boba shop's parking lot one last time before I started sliding my track pants and boxers down my thighs. My penis had already begun to swell in my boxers. My mind, always two steps ahead, replayed the scene from hours ago, the stumble, the splash, the look on Ningning's face. Not the embarrassment, but the brief, wide-eyed shock. The feeling of her small frame crashing into me.

My cock was rock hard, it bounced upwards as it sprang free. With a low groan, I wrapped her panties around my shaft. The damp, slightly rough fabric of the cotton was a delicious friction against my sensitive skin. The little white bow flopped uselessly against my knuckles as I began to stroke.

"Mmmgh," I grunted, leaning back against the car seat. The visual was intoxicating. I imagined her wearing them. Imagined the slight tightness of the elastic band on her hips. Imagined that little white bow right... there. My mind's eye saw it, plain as day.

My strokes quickened. The blue fabric was a blur of motion, a stark contrast against my flushed skin. The sounds I made were raw and guttural, completely swallowed by the empty car. The car began to rock, and all of the pent up sexual desire that I've been collecting at work was being let out at once. It's rough, having to be around the likes of Chungha, Karina, and Ningning all at once.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my head thrown back against the headrest. The scent, the feel, the thought of her. It all coalesced into a single, boiling point.

"Oh, shit," I choked out, my hand flying into a frantic, clumsy rhythm.

"Don't just stand there, help me Minjae," Ningning huffed as her short stature was ineffective on reaching the top shelf of our storage area. I stood behind her with a bored look, trying my best not to check out the very nice ass on her as she continued to struggle on the tips of her toes.

Her petite form stretched, lifting her heels from the ground. Her shirt rode up her back as she gave one final, desperate stretch. For a brief moment, I was graced with a sliver of soft skin before it disappeared. My dick grew hard in an instant and I knew exactly what was about to happen next.

I came over with a big step, moving to wrap my arm around her. I pressed my lower body to her butt, my hard-on pressing into the center of her.

"You're too short, let me get that for you," I whispered into her ear.

She didn't say a word, instead I could feel her shiver in my arms as I pushed her lightly against the metal shelf. My other hand then started trailing up and down her side. "What are you-?" she started, but I set whatever she was about to say aside by pushing my clothed dick harder between her ass.

She groaned and braced her arms against the shelf, her head swiveling to look at me with a mixture of fear, confusion, and lust. "Fuck, I can't stand to look at you without getting rock hard. You're so fucking cute," I moaned.

"Minjae, stop it," she squeaked, "Chungha and Karina might hear-"

"They're busy in the front," I cut her off and my hands snaked underneath her shirt to squeeze the soft bare skin of her stomach. A sharp intake of breath was her response.

I pulled my hips back for a second. The bulge in my sweatpants was tented obviously for her to see. "C'mon, let's go." I grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the shelf, making a quick beeline towards the back, where the employee bathroom was.

"Get it, quick," I urged as I pushed her inside the cramped bathroom. Briefly, I peeked past Ningning's shoulder for any signs of Karina or Chungha as I closed the bathroom door behind us. The fluorescent lights of the single-stall employee bathroom hummed, casting a stark, clinical white glow on the small, tiled space. The air was thick with the mingling scents of disinfectant and sweet, cloying soap from the dispensers.

"We shouldn't," Ningning said from where she stood in front of the sink, her back to me. "Not now!"

"I can't take it anymore," I groaned, slapping her ass and gripping it firmly, the supple feel of her jogging pants in my hand. "You just look so fucking hot today."

She let out a surprised squeal at my touch. "Minjae! We're gonna get caught, no!" I stepped forward, closing the tiny distance between us, my chest pressed against her back. "Chungha or Karina won't know as long as we're quiet." My other hand wrapped around her front, slipping under her shirt, my thumb stroking the soft skin just below her bra.

"I-I," She was speechless as my warm breath ghosted against her ear.

"You drive me crazy," I husked. I pressed my lips against the nape of her neck. She shuddered, her tense body melting into my touch. "C'mon, pull your fucking pants down already."

"Stop it, you're fucking disgusting," Her words came out weak. It was then that she turned around. She slapped my hands away from her chest. As her angry little face looked up at mine, something inside her seemed to snap. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded, her hands pressing firmly against my chest, a desperate attempt at creating space. The push was more forceful than I'd expected, and it made me take a step back.

My frustration simmered. "What, is this some weird fucking game to you? One second you love it, the next you're calling me disgusting."

Ningning’s scoff was sharp, echoing off the tiled walls. "Minjae, we're at work." Her voice dropped to a shushed scolding. "Whatever happens after hours is one thing, but this is... this is crazy."

I closed the space again, crowding her against the cold porcelain of the sink. "And that's why it's hot. C'mon, no one has to know," I whispered, my hand gripping the waistband of her sweatpants. My fingers hooked inside, grazing the elastic of her panties. Ningning was quick, however. She twisted away.

"Quit it, Minjae," she insisted through gritted teeth. "Not now! Seriously!"

The frustration churned in my gut. "What the hell is your problem?" My patience was officially gone. My hand shot up and grabbed her by the bottom of her chin, forcing her back against the sink again, my body caging her in. "One minute you're fine, the next minute you're playing hard to get."

She let out a gasp of both pain and surprise as I held her. Her eyes met mine and I could see a teasing fire ignite. Her hands, which were attempting to push mine away from her chin, stilled. The fiery spark turned into something that was a little bit of anger, a little bit of amusement, and a whole lot of... something else.

"You're too forceful." She tried to pout, though her actions betrayed her. Instead of pushing me away, her hands came to rest on my arms, lightly. She wasn't fighting. She was playing. She was getting into this weird version of foreplay. 

Ningning might've pretended to be fighting me but the truth was, she was loving this as much as my body was. My anger softened, replaced by a triumphant smirk. Good. She was getting the message.

My grip on her chin loosened, turning into a caress that traveled down her neck. "Is that better?" I murmured, my lips just barely brushing her skin.

"At least you know how to listen," she spat out. My fingers pressed into her neck a little more. Her protest dissolved into a small, choked moan. Her head tilted back, exposing her throat to me. She arched into me now, a silent plea for more. "Hurry it up then," she breathed, "Make it quick."

My hands squeezed her throat for a split second, my thumbs stroking the sides of her windpipe. "Now you're up for it? What's with the change of heart?" I teased.

She scoffed and forced a chuckle out, "Shut up and just do it." My grip on her throat remained as I crashed my lips against hers. Her kiss was desperate and hungry, her tongue immediately pushing past my lips to meet mine. The kiss was sloppy and wet, a clash of teeth and tongues that tasted like cheap lip gloss and mint toothpaste. The taste of her was electrifying.

My free hand snaked back down, sliding under her shirt again. This time, there was no resistance. My fingers traced her soft skin before I roughly palmed her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. My palm perfectly cupped her small mound, feeling the hard nub of her nipple press into my skin.

I squeezed her breast and she let out a muffled whimper into my mouth. My thumb flicked across her nipple and I felt her whole body shudder. My other hand let go of her throat and went to join my other one, lifting her shirt and bra up to her chin, exposing her perfect tits.

Her nipples were a pretty, dusty rose and they were already hard. Ningning's arms came up, throwing her shirt over her head and tossing it to the floor, followed by her bra. Her arms wrapped around my neck as she pulled me in for another kiss.

I pulled her away from the sink and spun her around. I pushed her forward so she was bent over the toilet, her hands braced on the back of it. With her ass in the air, I yanked her pants and panties down in one go, my hands pausing to squeeze the firm flesh of her butt. She moaned and wiggled her hips.

"Look at this fucking ass," I growled.

"Taking your time, aren't you?" she taunted, looking over her shoulder at me. Her hair was messy and her face was flushed. She looked like a fucking mess. And I loved it.

"You talk too much," I grunted, undoing my pants. Ningning giggled to herself before gasping when I smacked her ass hard. I watched as the red print of my hand slowly formed on her pale skin.

I gave her another one, this one harder. "Ah, fuck! Minjae, that hurts!" she cried out.

"You love it," I said, my voice husky with lust as I rubbed the red marks on her ass.

"I bet you'd love it if I did that to your cock, huh?" She challenged me. She was right. I would. Ningning moved on her own, fighting against my grip to turn herself around and grab my hips. 

She turned us around and threw me down onto the toilet, the porcelain of the lid cold against my ass. My pants were down at my ankles, my hard cock standing at attention. She got on her knees, her eyes locked onto my length.

She stuck her tongue out and gave the tip of my cock a slow, deliberate lick. I shuddered, my breath catching in my throat. She wrapped her lips around the head and slowly took me into her warm, wet mouth. I threw my head back, my hips thrusting up involuntarily.

"Fuck, Ningning," I moaned.

She sucked and left my tip with a pop, "Good? Or do you want more?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips as she looked up at me.

"Quit messing around, you said you wanted to get this over with," I groaned.

"A girl can have a little fun, can't she?" She took me into her mouth again, this time taking me deeper, her tongue swirling around my shaft. Her hands moved up to my balls, gently cupping and massaging them. She bobbed her head up and down, her movements slow and deliberate, driving me wild.

"F-Fuck," I shuddered, my eyelid flinching.

She stopped again, leaving my cock with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to my tip. "You're enjoying this too much," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Quit it, get back to it," I sighed, annoyed but more turned on than I'd ever been.

"Or what?" she asked, her hands stilling their movements. "You're the one who's being blue balled."

I didn't have a comeback. She had me right where she wanted me. Fuck, why did it have to feel so fucking good.

"Ningning," I warned, my voice low and guttural.

She just laughed, a low, throaty sound that vibrated through my entire body. "What are you going to do to me, Minjae. Hwang. Minjae?" she taunted, saying my name slowly, drawing out each syllable. Her tongue darted out, licking the pre-cum from the tip of my cock like it was some sugary treat.

"Are you going to... pull me by my hair," Her eyes glanced to the side, probably eyeing the hair that was framing her face.

"Or... are you going to..." She took me into her mouth again, her teeth lightly scraping against my sensitive skin. "Are you going to fuck my face until I can't breathe?"

Her words were gasoline on a fire. "Ningning, I swear to god," I breathed, my hands fisting at my sides.

"Or maybe you'll just sit there and take it," she said, a smug look on her face. "Because you're so desperate for my lovely mouth that you'll let me do whatever I want."

She kissed the head of my cock, her lips soft and warm. "Am I right?"

I wanted to wipe that smug look off her face. I wanted to grab her hair and force her down on my cock. I wanted to make her choke on it. "Keep it up," I warned.

"What are you going to do about it," She said, taking one long and slow lick from the base of my shaft to the tip. "I wish Chungha or Karina walked in and stopped this right now, just so you'd work the rest of the shift with an unmovable boner," she mused, her lips still pressed against my cock. I stared down at her, watching as she slowly took me into her mouth again, her eyes never leaving mine.

"I should drag you out there right now and show them what a little slut you are," I said, my voice strained. "Show them how you get on your knees for me in the employee bathroom."

Ningning simply giggled as she swallowed me all the way to my base. Her nose was buried in my crotch, and I could feel her throat constrict around my length. She held me there for a moment, her eyes watering slightly, before pulling back, gasping for air.

"Is that the best you got?" she asked, a smirk on her face. "I'm not impressed." Ningning let out an amused gasp when my hands went from my sides to her hair. My fingers tangled themselves in her hair, gripping tightly. She let out a small yelp as I forced her head back down onto my cock, not giving her a chance to react.

"Fuck, you talk too much," I grunted, my hips bucking up to meet her. I struggled to get her mouth to cover my shaft completely. But Ningning wouldn't let me have it that easy. She resisted, her hands pushing against my thighs.

"I love getting you mad," She gasped before I managed to plunge my dick between her lips again. She let out a gurgled moan as I forced my length down her throat again. This was it. This was what I wanted. Her resistance was turning me on more than anything.

She struggled for a moment before giving in. Her hands moved from my thighs to my balls, fondling them as I fucked her face. My fingers tightened their grip on her hair, pulling her head up and down on my cock. Ningning let out a muffled moan, her hair bouncing with each thrust.

"You like that, don't you?" I grunted, my hips thrusting faster. "You like when I'm rough with you."

She moaned in response, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine. I was definitely getting there. With a few more rough thrusts, I could feel my climax approaching.

"Mmm, hmm," I moaned as her tongue swirled around my shaft. I wanted to shoot my sperm down her throat, place a part of me in her gut. Ningning's eyes were closed, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was taking it all like a champ. And that's when I knew she was enjoying this as much as I was.

"Fucking take it," I groaned, my hips bucking wildly. The gags and choking sounds she made only spurred me on. She took it all without complaint, her hands still massaging my balls.

"Y-you fucking..." I huffed, trying to form a coherent sentence while my body moved with an unstoppable need to chase release. "S-slut." I growled as I thrusted.

The involuntary tears moved down her face, mixing with the saliva that dribbled down her chin. Her mascara was running, leaving black streaks on her cheeks. She looked like a beautiful, beautiful mess.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned, my hands tightening their grip on her hair.

Ningning just moaned in response, her actions becoming more frantic. Her hands moved from my balls to my shaft, stroking me in time with my thrusts. It seems like that was all I needed to push me over the edge. I came with a loud groan, my body tensing up as I shot my load down her throat.

My ass briefly left the toilet seat when I bucked and hit my crotch against her chin. She violently choked as my cum hit every different part of her throat. Her face immediately went red as a coughing fit overcame her. I wasn't allowing her to leave though. My hands held her head in place as I emptied my balls into her.

Ningning's eyes shot open as she choked on my cum. She tried to pull away, but my grip was too tight. I held her there until I was done, my body slumping against the toilet seat in exhaustion.

Finally, I let her go. She pulled back, gasping for air as her nose blew out a bit of snot and even some of my jizz.

"Fuck," she coughed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looked at me, her eyes watery and red-rimmed. "You're an asshole." she said, her voice hoarse.

"You asked for it," I said, wiping some sweat from my brow.

She just rolled her eyes, standing up, her legs a little shaky. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her face a mess of tears, snot, and cum. She made a disgusted noise before grabbing a wad of toilet paper and cleaning herself up.

"You ruined my makeup," she whined.

"You'll live," I said, reaching my arms up to wrap around her waist.

"Don't touch me," she said, swatting my hands away. But there was no real anger in her voice. She was playing this little game of hers again. 

"C'mon," I said, pulling her closer. "You know you loved it."

"Maybe I did," she admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "But I'm still mad at you."

"I love getting you mad," I echoed her words from earlier, a smirk on my face.

"It's funnier when I do it," She whined as I pulled her down. Her legs took both sides of my body as she sat on my lap. My dick, still semi-hard, pressed against her thigh. She must have felt it because she looked down, a smirk on her face.

"Still not satisfied?" she asked, her voice a low purr. My hands found her breasts again, squeezing them gently. Her nipples were still hard, and I couldn't resist pinching one. She let out a gasp, her back arching.

"Minjae," she breathed, her hands wrapping around my neck.

"Say it again," I murmured, my lips brushing against her ear.

"Say what?" she asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Say my name," I said, my hands roaming her body, my touch light and teasing. She shuddered, her body pressing against mine.

"Make me say it," she moaned.

My semi-hard dick was quickly getting hard again. I wanted more. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to feel her tight walls wrapped around my cock. But I also wanted to play her little game.

"Oh, c’mon. I think we both know who's in charge here," I said, my voice low and husky. Ningning just giggled, a sound that went straight to my dick.

"Is that so?" she asked, her hands moving down my chest, her fingers tracing the muscles of my stomach. My breath hitched as her fingers grazed my shaft. "I think you're forgetting who's on top right now."

My hands moved from her breasts to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. She let out a moan, her hips grinding against mine. The friction was maddening. I wanted her so badly it hurt.

"You're a tease," I grunted, my hands tightening their grip on her ass.

"And you love it," she said, her lips finding mine. The kiss was slow and deep, a stark contrast to the frantic, desperate kisses from before. This one was full of promise, a prelude to what was to come. My hands roamed her body, mapping out every curve, every dip. Her skin was soft and warm, and I couldn't get enough of it.

I broke the kiss, my lips trailing down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. She tilted her head back, giving me better access. Her moans filled the small bathroom, music to my ears. My hands moved from her ass to her thighs, spreading them wider.

My fingers found her clit, and I started to rub slow, deliberate circles. She let out a gasp, her hips bucking against my hand. I could feel how wet she was, her arousal coating my fingers.

"Minjae," she moaned, her hands fisting in my hair. She pulled my head back up, her eyes locking onto mine. "I want you."

"Pull the trigger, then," I murmured. She didn't need to be told twice. She lifted herself up, her hand wrapping around my shaft, guiding me to her entrance. She sank down slowly, her walls stretching to accommodate my length. The feeling of her, hot and tight, was almost too much to bear.

"Hah, f-fuck," she cried out, her head falling forward. She was so wet, so tight. Ningning stopped her descent, letting herself adjust to my size. But she didn't move. She just stood there, a smug look on her face. My dick was less than halfway inside of her at this point. She was teasing me, at this limited time we have in this damn bathroom, she was teasing me again.

"God," I groaned, trying to buck my hips to push deeper into her. But she was too strong. She held her ground, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Did you think that was going to work? I'm stronger than I look," she said, her voice a low purr. "You're going to have to try harder than that." My hands shot up, grabbing her waist. I tried to pull her down but her legs held me out. She had me at her mercy, and she knew it.

"Let's see how long you can hold out, Minjae," she said, her walls clenching around me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my lips. It was like she was individually moving her muscles on the inside. Squeezing, releasing, and then teasing the head of my cock with her cervix as she descended just a little bit more.

"Fuck," I groaned, my hands moving from her waist to her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. I was losing control.

"Are you going to beg for it?" she asked, a smug look on her face. "Are you going to beg me to fuck you?"

"Never," I grunted, my hands tightening their grip on her ass. But my body was betraying me. I wanted her so badly it hurt.

"We'll see about that," she said, her walls clenching around me again. She started to rise, her walls sliding against my shaft. The friction was maddening. Just as the tip of my cock was about to slip out, she sank back down, taking me a little deeper than before.

"Ahh, fuck," I moaned, my head falling back against the toilet tank.

"Still not going to beg?" she asked, her hips grinding against mine. She started a slow, torturous rhythm, rising and falling on my cock, each movement designed to drive me wild. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My own pride was stopping me from begging for it. It's not like me to beg for something I want.

"I know you want to," she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear. "I know you want to fill me up with your cum." She looked at me clearly, her eyes boring into mine. I could see the challenge in them. She wanted me to break. She wanted me to beg. "It's so warm and tight in here, right?" she said, her walls clenching around me again. I let out a choked moan, my hips bucking involuntarily.

"Hate you," I grunted, my hands fisting at my sides.

"I know," she said, a smirk playing on her lips. She leaned in, her lips finding mine. Her tongue danced with mine, a sensual duel that left me breathless. Her hold on my hair only tightened, to the point where it was even painful to move my neck.

"Quit being so stubborn, so we can get back to work," she taunted. "We have customers waiting." Her hips started to move again, a slow, deliberate rhythm that was designed to drive me insane.

"You're the one dragging this out," I grunted, my hands moving to her hips, trying to take control of the pace. But she was too strong. She held me down, her movements slow and torturous.

"I'm just having a little fun," she said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She leaned in, her lips finding my ear. "Are you sure you don't want to beg?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.

"No, I'm good," I lied, my voice strained. My pride was the only thing keeping me from giving in. But it was a losing battle. She was too good at this. She knew exactly what buttons to push.

"Are you sure?" she asked, her walls clenching around me again. "Because I can keep this up all day."

"We both know you can't," I shot back, my hands moving to her breasts, squeezing them roughly. "You're just as desperate as I am." Ningning giggled as she let me fondle her tits. She loved this as much as I did. The power, the control, the feeling of being wanted.

"Oh, Minjae," she said, her lips finding mine again. "If you only knew." The way she said that, with such confidence and arrogance, only made me want her more. This little power play was fucking hot as hell.

I didn't think a woman could get me whining so much but here I was. A sharp whine left my lips everytime Ningning massaged my cock with her expertly control she had over her walls.

"You're going to make me cum, and I haven't even done anything yet," I grumbled.

"Me? Make you cum? You're the one who's been trying to fuck my brains out since this morning," she shot back, her hips grinding against mine. "Don't try to pin this on me, horn dog. Don't start what you can't finish." I watched as she started riding me, her movements faster now. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, a hypnotic sight that made my head spin. I leaned forward, letting my teeth catch her right nipple and close my lips around it.

She let out a loud moan that I was sure the front could've heard if the cafe's music wasn't playing. My eyes closed on their own as my head rested against her chest and my mouth suckled on her bud. A few whimpers left my own lips, feeling a sense of submission wash over me. I was so turned on I couldn't think straight. And Ningning could tell. The pace of her bouncing hips slowed down to a sensual, deliberate rhythm.

"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear.

I mumbled an agreement and continued to suckle on her breast. My hands went to her back, holding her close as she rode me. My hips started to move on their own, meeting her thrusts. She had me right where she wanted me, completely at her mercy. Or so she thought. I felt her body relax, assuming my submission was complete.

With a guttural grunt, I dropped my hands down to her waist and pushed her back, her body landing against the cold sink with a soft thud. I got up from the toilet, the tip of my cock shrinking slightly from the cold air of the bathroom. "Minjae!" she squealed in surprise.

I reached for her hair and pulled her, a pained gasp escaping from her lips as I did. Her hands were on my chest, pushing me away. I didn't let her. I yanked on her and threw her against the toilet, her hands catching herself on the tank as she bent over it. Her naked ass and back stared at me, glistening under the fluorescent lights. I was rock hard again in a split second.

"I'm going to make a mess of you," I sighed as I circled around back and fixed my position behind her. I pressed my palms against her cheeks. Her body shuddered and a gasp escaped her lips.

"Try me," she whimpered, her voice laced with both fear and excitement. I knew she was up for it. I was going to take her and she was going to love it. But I wanted to take my sweet little revenge. I gave her a hard spank that made her cry out. I then did it again and again, leaving a series of red marks on her pale skin.

Ningning sighed a breath of pleasure and pain each time my palm made contact with her flesh. "Is that all you got?" she taunted, looking over her shoulder at me. "You're going to have to do better than that."

Her challenge only fueled my desire. I spanked her again, this time harder. The sound echoed off the tiled walls, a sharp, stinging crack that was followed by a cry of pain and pleasure. I could see her body tense up, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the toilet tank.

"I hate you," she moaned, her body trembling. "I hate you so much."

"The feeling is mutual," I grunted, my hands moving to her hips, pulling her back towards me. I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock throbbing with need. But I didn't enter her. Instead, I rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit, teasing her, driving her wild.

"Fuck," She hissed. I was right. She wanted this as much as I did. Even through her teasing, she was hoping I'd crack so she could find her own satisfaction. I loved this little dynamic. The push and pull. The constant battle for dominance. It was like a drug, and I was addicted.

I used my two thumbs to spread her apart, her wet entrance on full display. It was like her body was a map, and I was an explorer, charting new territories. She was glistening, slick with her arousal. I wanted to taste her, to feel her on my tongue. But I knew we didn't have time.

"You're dripping," I murmured, my thumb circling her clit. "You're so fucking wet for me." Ningning didn't say anything. Instead, she clenched her fists tighter, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Don't you dare tease me right now, Minjae," she warned, her voice strained.

"Or what?" I challenged, my thumb pressing down harder on her clit. "You're going to make me beg again?"

"Minjae, I swear to god," she started, but her words were cut off by a gasp as I slid my tip inside her. I didn't go all the way in. Just the head, teasing her, stretching her just enough to make her want more.

"Jeez," She sighed. "Just fucking do it already." Her words were a desperate plea, a clear sign that she was at her breaking point. I could feel her walls clenching around me, trying to pull me in deeper. But I resisted. I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted to hear her beg.

"Beg for it," I demanded, my hands gripping her hips. "Beg me to fuck you."

Ningning scoffed, dropping into a little laugh before turning back at me with a resolute face, "Fuck me like crazy, Hwang Minjae. Turn me into a whimpering cum slut." The words that came out of her mouth were so vulgar, so out of character for the girl who was struggling to reach the top shelf just an hour ago. 

"Of course," I huffed as I started to push myself deeper within her. My tip found new territory as I entered her. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. It was like she was made for me. She was perfect. My perfect little cum slut. At some point, I hit a natural stop as her walls tightened against the invading cock. She must've felt it too because she let out a pained whimper.

"You're so big," she gasped, her head falling forward. I didn't move, letting her adjust to my size. My hands gently massaged her back, trying to soothe her. But I knew she wanted more.

"I'm about to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week," I whispered into her ear. She let out a shudder, her body trembling with anticipation.

"Do it then," she demanded, her voice a low purr.

I pulled back, my cock sliding out of her until just the tip was inside. Then, with a powerful thrust, I hit as deep as I could go inside of her. Her walls clenched around me, her body arching back as a loud moan escaped her lips. The sound was raw, primal, and it went straight to my dick. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth.

"Ah, ah, ah," she moaned, her body shaking with each thrust. My hips began to move in a steady rhythm, my strokes long and deep. I watched as her ass jiggled with each impact, the red marks from my earlier spanks a stark contrast against her pale skin.

The bathroom was filled with the sounds of our lovemaking. The slapping of my skin against hers, her muffled moans, my grunts of exertion. The fluorescent lights hummed above us, casting a harsh light on our secret sin. It felt like we were in our own little world, a bubble of lust and desire where nothing else mattered.

I didn't want this to be a fast fuck. I wanted this to be memorable. I wanted her to remember this. I wanted to burn the memory of my cock inside her mind.

"Oh god," she moaned, her hands braced against the toilet tank again for support. I sped up my thrusts, my hips slamming against her with a newfound urgency. It was like my dick was a hammer chiseling away at her inner walls so that I could get further into the cave that she was providing me.

"Take it," I grunted, my hands gripping her hips tighter. "Take all of it."

"I am, I am," she cried out, her body trembling. "You're stretching me so fucking good."

I took a deep breath and kept at it. Her moans were like music, each one spurring me on, urging me to go harder, deeper. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back. My lips found the base of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake.

"Who's my little slut?" I whispered, my hot breath against her skin.

"You are," she shot back instantly. I gave her ass a quick smack, her body jolted as a yelp escaped her lips. She laughed off the pain before settling back into groaning from the relentless assault. I didn't correct her. I'd accept it.

The squelching of her juices came with my every thrust. With each movement, my length was coated more with her essence. I kept at the rough pace as the bathroom echoed with sounds of her body reacting to my intrusion. The sounds of pleasure and pain soon overtook my own moans as I grit my teeth and put more force into my work. My hands left their place from her hips and roamed up her body. One grabbing a handful of her left tit. The other went directly to her hair, yanking at it.

Ningning's eyes squeezed shut, her hands still keeping hold of the toilet tank. She had to be strong right now as she was getting what she wanted. My hands were doing what they wanted. At one point, my fingers rolled and squeezed her little rosebud of a nipple. She screamed in ecstasy.

"You like that?" I grunted in her ear. The speed of my thrusts increased. A series of fast and deep thrusts followed by slower, more deliberate ones. This rhythm was designed to keep her on the edge, so she couldn't get used to me. I didn't want her to think about anything else but the pleasure coursing through her veins.

"Yes, yes, yes," she chanted, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"Not planning on it," I panted, my hips working tirelessly. My mind was blank, save for the singular focus of her body and my need. I wasn't thinking about work. I wasn't thinking about Karina, Chungha, or any of the customers that might've came in from how loud we were being. I was just lost in Ningning's heat.

My fingers kept working at her nipples while my cock pistoned in and out of her. At some point, Ningning had to bite her own arm in order to silence herself. I could feel the tension building inside her, her walls clamping down on me, threatening to milk me dry. I knew I was close. So very close.

I dropped my hand from her tit and grabbed a hold under her thigh. I lifted her leg up and dropped it onto the toilet lid. The new position allowed me to drive deeper inside her, hitting a spot that made her see stars.

"Ahh, you're hitting my tummy," she said, her hand flying to her stomach. I could feel myself deep inside her, my cock head pressing against her deepest point. I angled my hips slightly, changing the angle of my thrusts. A strangled moan escaped her lips, her body arching back in pleasure.

I kept my hips at that angle, hitting that spot again and again with ruthless precision. Her muffled moans turned into loud, wanton cries, her body trembling uncontrollably.

"Minjae, Minjae, Minjae," she chanted, her hand fisting against the toilet tank. It was music to my ears, hearing my name coming out of her mouth like a prayer.

I was getting close, my balls tightening, my thrusts becoming more erratic. I could feel the familiar pressure building at the base of my spine, the telltale sign of my impending orgasm.

"Cum for me, Ningning," I growled, my grip on her hair tightening. "Cum all over my cock." This was the final command. The final order for her to do what her body so desperately wanted to do.

"Make me cum," She grunted through her gritted teeth. There she is. That fighter's spirit. Her defiance was like a shot of adrenaline. I wanted nothing more than to break that defiance. I wanted to turn her into a whimpering mess, a slave to the pleasure that only I could give her.

I reached for her arms, bending her elbows back as my handles for her. The new position forced her to arch her back even further, pushing her perfect ass towards me. It was a sight to behold. The way her back curved, the way her muscles tensed with each thrust. The raw, unfiltered pleasure on her face as I pounded into her, again, and again. Her whines and sobs from the intense stimulation made me even harder.

My cock filled her completely. Each stroke was a new journey, hitting new depths, causing new sensations to flood her entire being. I could feel her walls contracting, pulsing, trying to draw me in further. Ningning was a waterfall between her legs, her juices flowing freely, soaking my thighs and dripping onto the tiled floor.

"You're so sloppy," I grunted, not stopping for a second. I gave my hip a little wiggle, eliciting a deep moan from Ningning. My dick must have twisted within her walls. She tried her best to respond, but her mind was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Her only response were garbled moans and incoherent babbles.

It was as if the pleasure short-circuited her brain, making her speech a mix of my name and nonsensical words. But this was what I wanted. What I needed. And by the way her body was reacting, it seemed to be the same for her. The need, wanton abandon, she might have even wanted me to completely corrupt her.

My mind was fuzzy, too. I couldn't think of a witty comeback. My world had shrunk to the feeling of her warm, wet walls clamping down on my throbbing member. There was no thought about Karina sweetly asking about my life, no thought about Chungha teasing me about being tired. Only Ningning. My beautiful, defiant Ningning.

Her body began to shake violently, her moans turning into choked sobs of pleasure. She was so close. The dam was about to break, and I wanted to be the one to break it. I picked up the pace, my hips moving in a blur of motion, driving into her with a force that made the toilet rattle against the wall.

"I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." she cried, her words lost in a tidal wave of sensation. Her nails dug into the porcelain of the toilet tank, scraping against it in a desperate attempt to ground herself. But there was no escaping this. No escape from me.

With one final, powerful flurry of thrusts, I sent her over the edge. A strangled scream tore from her throat as her orgasm washed over her, a tidal wave of pleasure that left her limp and breathless. Her walls convulsed around me, a series of violent, rhythmic spasms that milked me for all I was worth.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a guttural roar as I buried myself deep inside her, filling her with my hot, sticky cum. It felt like I was pouring my very soul into her, marking her as mine, in this place, at this very moment. My body trembled with the force of my release, my hips jerking involuntarily as I emptied myself into her.

Ningning reacted with every shot of sperm that hit her interior, a small cry coming from her. Her body went limp for a second after I pumped the last few ropes of my essence in her. The arm I had bent back lost its tension and she slumped forward onto the toilet tank. I followed her, my body sagging against hers, my breathing ragged and uneven.

I slowly pulled out of her, my spent dick slick with our combined fluids. I could see our love trickle out of her and it was an incredible sight. She let out a little whimper, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm.

"You okay?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

Ningning didn't answer for a moment, her body limping against the toilet. Finally, she stirred, holding herself up with a shaky arm. She turned around to face me, her face flushed, her hair a mess. There were visible tear tracks on her cheeks, and her eyes were glazed over with a look of pure, unadulterated satisfaction.

A small, tired smile played on her lips. "I think I need to sit down," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She unceremoniously turned and plopped herself down on the toilet lid, her legs splayed open as she leaned her head back against the tank, a look of pure bliss on her face.

I leaned back against the wall with the sink and mirror, spent and content, admiring her from across the small bathroom. She was something else. A fucking work of art, really. The way she sat there, so unapologetically naked and satisfied, was an incredible sight.

Then the knocks came. Three sharp raps on the bathroom door, enough to make both of our heads snap up in alarm.

"Can you two hurry it up, we got customers coming in now," A stern Chungha's voice muffled through the door.

Ningning's eyes widened in panic. She looked at me, then at the door, and then back at me again, a look of sheer terror on her face. I couldn't help but let out a chuckle. This was a predicament, to be sure, but there was a part of me that found the whole situation incredibly amusing.

The faint chuckles of Karina accompanied Chungha's call. That made the panic settle in even more. We had to get out now.

"We'll be right out!" I called back, my voice surprisingly steady. Ningning's embarrassed face was almost too funny. My mind had already accepted the situation, and in a weird way, I felt no shame.

Ningning buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with what I could only assume was a mixture of laughter and sheer, unadulterated mortification. I reached for my pants on the floor, now realizing Ningning had made a mess of our clothes with her excessive squirting.

The humiliation finally hit her. A deep, guttural moan of mortification left her chest as she realized our situation.

"Did you bring a change of clothes?" I asked, trying to hold back my laughter.

"No, did you?" she retorted, her muffled voice full of panic. Her head was still in her hands.

"Well, shit," I sighed.

Thursday | April 11th, 2024 | 9:20 PM

I panted, my body going limp and boneless. My hand dropped to my side and the last spurts of my cum hit the insides of Ningning's underwear. With heavy eyes, I looked down, to admire the fruits of my success. Sticky milky white ropes of cum all over the insides of the blue sky I had stolen.

A wave of satisfaction washed over me. Not guilt. Not self-loathing. Just pure, unadulterated contentment. I took the time to get sharp inhales, breathing through my nose as I admired my work. My heart hammered from the exertion, a slow, steady thump in my chest. I didn't move, wanting to savor this perfect post-heist moment. The silence in the car, the lingering scents of tea, cotton, and my own release. It was a strange, sacred peace I rarely ever found after a successful mission.

No hurt feelings, no emotional whiplash. Just a crime committed and a prize claimed, with no apparent victim. This, I thought, was the perfect heist.

Just a casual heist, nothing too big nor small. Something to ground Minjae before I throw him a big bone for him to gnaw on! That's one chapter down, nine more to go! As much as I want to bash out these last couple of chapters and put the Minjae saga to rest, I do have real life matters I must attend to. It's nearing my finals and not unlike Minjae, I actually need to study for them! Not only that, I'll be going on a vacation once school ends so I just know my time spent writing will be cut! This once every two weeks schedule is something I try to uphold but due to the nearing deadlines and events, please bear with me if I don't get these chapters out on time :(. I promise, I will do my utmost best to produce and end the best chapters for my favorite (and only) story! - PI