The Girl At The Grocery Store

At first glance, she looks like nothing more than an beautiful literature girl—glasses partly hidden by her long bangs, and her twin-braided long black hair completing the look. But beneath her uniform is the growing body of a soon-to-be first-year high school girl. And behind her good and polite demeanor lies a secret she's been carefully hiding since her first year of middle school:

She's been writing erotic web novels and drawing erotic illustrations, uploading them online—and earning a decent amount of money from it.

Her web novel?

It's about the granddaughter of a CEO of a certain fashion company—a high school girl who stands at the pinnacle of the school's hierarchy like a queen, spending every day of her high school life toying with and enslaving the boys around her.

Sound familiar?

It should. Because the model for the female protagonist of her story is none other than her neighbor in the luxury apartment where she lives with her father—the granddaughter of the CEO of PoruMerc Fashion Company, daughter of the Executive VP of the Women's Division where her father works: the beautiful queen, Nubia.

She's been observing Nubia long before she started her career as an erotic writer—following her social media accounts, asking her father about her, even choosing to enroll at Nubia's alma mater for high school, which would start in a week, just so she could learn more stories and rumors about her.

But that's not all there is to it. The male lead of her story is modeled after the guy she often sees visiting Nubia's apartment.

I wonder if they've already started dating, she thought, remembering the latest gossip about Nubia's breakup with her fiancé—the adopted son of the Executive VP of PoruMerc's Men's Division. But suddenly, her erotic fantasy was cut short by the alarming sight before her.

When she arrived home from her morning cram school and stepped out of the elevator, turning into the hallway, she saw something shocking: the masochistic pervert food delivery man standing right in front of Nubia's apartment—the door wide open.

She was sure that delivery guy was a masochist pervert just from one look, back when she'd once received food from him. After that, she'd never ordered from that restaurant again.

If that delivery man dared to step inside Nubia's apartment, she swore she would slam her tablet into his head and save her idol. But as she walked past him, what she saw beyond the open doorway filled her mind with enough inspiration for multiple volumes of her web novel.

It wasn't just the mature and erotic sight of Nubia wearing an oversized black shirt—as if she had nothing else underneath. What excited her even more was the sight of three large, muscular men standing behind Nubia, like loyal beasts ready to protect their queen. And one of them was the guy who always visited Nubia.

As soon as she passed the perverted delivery man, reassured that Nubia was safe—and far from alone—she dashed toward her own apartment, straight to her room.

There were so many possible scenarios that could be written from that single scene, and she needed to take notes immediately. But before that...

"Phew, that was intense," she sighed in relief, now standing behind the counter at the grocery store on the ground floor of their apartment building, where she worked part-time at night.

Yet her heart and mind were filled again with excitement and fantasy—upon seeing the next pair of customers approach her counter.

"Good evening, Ms. Nubia!" she greeted excitedly.

"Good evening. Are you and your father doing well?"

The fact that she and her idol shared similar family circumstances—both living only with their fathers, their mothers long gone—made her admire Nubia even more.

"We're doing more than okay!" she replied loudly, delighted that her idol not only recognized her but also remembered her family's situation. But what truly thrilled her was the heartwarming sight before her: the pair she'd been shipping were holding hands right in front of her.

They're finally dating—NO, they've already done it! And they're about to do it again!

That was her instinct as an erotic writer telling her. And if it wasn't true yet, then she would help make it happen. All she needed was to spark the already romantic atmosphere between them.

Without anyone noticing, she grabbed a box of condoms—the largest size, obviously—from under the counter and added it to their groceries.

"Have a good night with your new boyfriend, Ms. Nubia!"

"Ehh… Umm… Hmm…"

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The Receptionist At The Hotel

They're back—and there's more of them!

A young female receptionist screamed internally, hiding her panic behind the perfect customer service smile she'd mastered.

In front of her stood a certain group checking into the hotel: a tall, muscular, rough-looking yet handsome young man; a strikingly seductive, supermodel-class young woman; and a pair of attractively beautiful twin girls.

A foursome this time—a freaking foursome!

She'd been waiting for their return ever since the young man and the woman had first visited the hotel—since that unforgettable night she'd happened to overhear their intimacy while inspecting the room adjacent to theirs.

The hotel, of course, was a five-star establishment. The walls were certainly not thin enough for sounds of passion to leak through. And yet, despite that, she had heard them—the moans, or rather the howls, of the woman being driven to pure, unrestrained pleasure.

That night, something inside her had awakened—a certain fetish she never knew she had. And she'd done something she never imagined she would ever do in her life: she touched herself while listening to that couple's passionate sounds.

The sexual pleasure and stimulation she'd felt that night were far greater than anything she had ever experienced with her past boyfriends—or even with her close male friends.

And now, she was in for another treat.

Whatever the circumstances that brought another pair of girls into the young couple's plans didn't matter to her. What mattered was that she could once again indulge herself while listening to their intimacy—only this time, it would last even longer.

"Where are you going, senpai?" asked her junior, a young male receptionist working the lobby beside her.

"I'm playing hooky. Just call someone else to cover my shift. And don't you dare tell anyone, you understand?" she snapped softly before secretly grabbing an electronic key and rushing toward the empty room adjacent to the one she had specifically assigned to the group's suite.

As soon as she entered, she lay down on the bed, her heart pounding in anticipation, waiting patiently for the sound of their intimacy to begin.

—Ahh~!—

A moment later, she started hearing erotic moans from the adjacent room. Though they were loud enough to be heard from the next room, it still wasn't the howling she was waiting for. Regardless, she began touching herself, closing her eyes to focus her hearing on those erotic moans and to pleasure herself even more.

Although she was able to climax and orgasm multiple times, it was still nowhere near what she had experienced that night. Still, she continued to touch herself, climaxing again and again—one orgasm after another—until finally, the sound of the couple's intimacy she had been waiting for began.

—AHH~!—

However, there was a problem she didn't expect. She was so focused on the erotic howling that she didn't notice the sound of the door opening.

"What are you doing, senpai?" said the young male receptionist who had come to check the room with the missing electronic key using the manual one.

Hearing the voice of her junior made her open her eyes in panic. Seeing him standing beside the bed, looking utterly shocked at her indecent act, made her feel deeply embarrassed—although not embarrassed enough to stop what she was doing or pull herself out of the sexual pleasure that was drowning both her body and mind.

Besides, the place where her eyes were locked only made her even more excited and aroused.

Her junior was six years younger than her, shorter, and had a slim build—not to mention a look that could be considered girlish. She could easily dominate him at work, and he always acted timid around her.

He was definitely not her type, but the massive erection bulging through his pants was undeniably to her liking.

The innocent yet perverted look on his face as he awkwardly tried to look away, only to keep glancing at her from the corner of his eyes, awakened a new fetish within her.

"You know there's a box of condoms inside the drawer of the corner table in every room, right?" she said, seductively spreading her legs.

Gathering all his resolve—and overwhelmed by his desire to lose his virginity to the senpai he had been lusting after—he rushed toward the corner table, opened the drawer to grab the box of condoms, and quickly took off his pants and briefs.

He wouldn't miss this chance—the only problem was that he didn't even know how to put on a condom.

Seeing him panic as he fumbled with it only made her frustrated. Therefore—

"Just forget that—and get over here already!" she shouted, not knowing what she was getting herself into: that despite her junior's timid appearance, he not only had the size but also the stamina to drive her crazy and go at it all night, matching the couple's intimacy in the adjacent room.

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