---
Cha Eun-sol.
A cheerful, polite convenience store clerk. Decisive when shutting down troublemakers.
Pretty enough and busty enough to have a sponsor, but working here isn't odd in this world.
*"Aaaah… Wanna fuck a guy…"*
Pretty girls are a dime a dozen now.
With insane beauty standards, standing out requires flawless charm and zero imperfections.
Women grind to perfect their allure, vying for the few cocks left.
Some give up, turning to the "dildo faction," loving massive toys.
But no matter how advanced tech gets, humans are animals—real cocks satisfy more.
Jang-seok called her a "pure, clear-eyed, innocent-looking" beauty, but even Eun-sol, during her shift, mentally screamed every ten minutes:
*"Wanna fuck~~. Work's boring… Wanna be pinned to a bed and railed till I lose it."*
She hides it, of course.
If every woman showed her true desires, men would steer clear.
*"Sex, sex, sex… Wanna sniff cock all day, suck balls…♥"*
Then Jang-seok walked in.
"Oh. Welcome…"
A man.
Her nerves—her clit—tingled.
She clamped her thighs, suppressing ragged breaths.
*"This guy… looks like he's packing…"*
*Gulp.*
Other women in the store side-eyed him too. A big, awkward guy, like he rarely ventures out.
*"…Definitely… 100% huge cock."*
*"Cock smell's gotta be intense."*
*"Fuck… His cock's gotta be massive."*
*"Cock smell♥ Wanna sniff it♥"*
Jang-seok had no clue.
Countless women were fixated on his crotch.
He called himself a hairy-legged, slipper-dragging loser, but that raw look was magnetic to them.
*"Tempting us with his cock?"*
*"Legally begging to be raped?"*
*"Wanna climb him. He'd cry, right?"*
The college girls' fantasies ran wild.
While he scanned the store, a strange heat enveloped the place.
Female attention spiked.
When the college girls pounced, tasting his cock by the cooler, Eun-sol intervened.
"Sorry, sir! Are you okay?"
At first, she was helping him out of concern.
Then their "big-cock mister" comment haunted her.
*"Cock, cock, huge cock… Amazing. Amazingamazingamazing."*
She was overwhelmed.
The thick cock outline in his pants—thought it was just wrinkles, but it got clearer as he moved.
Her heart pounded like it'd burst.
*"Cock, cock, big cock… Big-cock customer…"*
Choking on excitement, she snapped back.
He wasn't talking.
Maybe pissed off from the molestation?
"Sir?"
"Oh."
Fearing she'd seem lewd, she hunched her shoulders to hide her tits and closed her thighs.
"I'm… fine. I'll keep looking."
…Was he okay?
"If there's any issue, let me know."
*"If you're horny, tell me, sir♥ Virgin pussy, but I'll clean you good~♥"*
Her pussy was already wet.
*"No, no. Can't slip up thinking this."*
While he shopped, she watched, heart racing.
Sex. All she could think about.
No number exchanged, no name known, her mind scrambled for an approach.
*"Chance to fuck a guy♥ Chance to fuck a guy♥ Chance to fuck a guy♥"*
In her head, she'd fucked Jang-seok 100 times and had his kid.
But such fantasies stay hidden without knowing the other's intent.
She's just a clerk.
He's a cock-privileged god.
Levels too different.
Not even sex—seeing his cock occasionally would be a win.
Snapping out of fantasy, she returned to clerk mode.
"I'll help with checkout."
"Here."
*"His voice…♥ Makes my womb quiver. Ovulating from his voice♥ Indirect sex maybe♥"*
"Need a bag?"
"I'll carry."
She'd never been so glad to work here.
Helping with checkout, handing a bag, hoping their hands touch—tonight's masturbation fuel.
Then…
*[Sex License]*
"?"
Seeing the cock-printed, rank-stamped license, she froze.
Reality and fantasy blurred.
No thoughts.
Not even lewd ones.
Pure shock. Her pussy throbbed, her womb ringing, as awareness hit. Dopamine overload.
*"Huh? Sex… sex license?"*
Heard of it once. Unforgettable for any woman.
A state-authorized, pregnancy-sex-approved, national-power-level cock.
But she just held it, stunned.
Two reasons:
Sex license holders are rare, so no woman's trained to respond. Seeing it blanks your mind.
And while it mentions "sex refusal = jail," that's just to emphasize its power. Most don't even know it exists.
No woman's like, *"Jail? Scary! Gotta fuck!"*
So Eun-sol just stood there, dazed.
Jang-seok, new to using it, watched expectantly.
She swallowed dryly.
One thought registered:
This big-cock man wants to fuck her!
"…Se."
"Se?"
With her professional smile, she said,
"D-Do you want to have sex, sir?"
---
…Holy shit.
It worked?
The "will this work?" doubt vanished.
This pure, big-titted clerk asking if I want sex? Nearly laughed.
No, I did. Seeing my breathy chuckle, her face turned beet red, smile intact.
"Oh… Haha… Did you hand it by mistake?"
"That?"
"Y-Yes…"
She offered it back.
Got it.
No need for complexity. Flashing the license sends the message without baring my cock.
I want to fuck you.
Legal clauses, actual power—secondary.
This is a slick, effective sex pitch.
Her flustered shift from polite clerk was fun.
And it told me something.
*No hint of it, but she's into my cock.*
Of course.
Reboot's average pussy can't resist a cock like mine…?
I pushed again.
"What's your name?"
"Eun-sol. Cha Eun-sol."
Asking her name could prompt a "why?", but she fondled the license like it was precious, saying her name with a *please don't take it* look.
…Fuck, so cute.
But when I stared, she offered it back.
"Must've mistaken it… Haha, sorry. For a card?"
"Hm."
Her breathing's heavy.
Just imagining fucking me makes her tremble?
If I say it's intentional, she'd gasp and faint.
I wanna grab that ponytail and fuck her from behind.
"It's right. Intentional."
"Huh?"
"Can I pay with Eun-sol's pussy?"
"…"
She flinched.
Looking between the license and me, her cheeks reddened.
Push more, and she'd sweat buckets.
But…
*Fun.*
Instant sex after flashing the license?
Too scripted. With a real sex license, there's bound to be a reaction delay.
And I'm enjoying that delay.
Her shy reaction…
Shifting to coy charm, she clutched the license to her stomach, looking up with hazy eyes.
"It works…"
"Then?"
"Eun-sol's pussy payment. I'll assist, sir."
GOOD.
Pussy payment success♥
A mental *beep* of transaction completion rang.
Eun-sol moved fast.
I watched her clear the store.
"Uh? I'm eating ramen."
"Sorry, please cooperate… Because of this."
*Swipe.*
She showed my license.
A woman spat her food, shocked.
"To avoid penalties…"
"…Oh, yes, c-congrats…"
Scrambling, customers helped make a "sex zone."
Then she locked the door.
*"Closed for today"*
Red-eared, wiping forehead sweat, she fiddled with her phone.
"What's up, Cha Eun-sol? Pussy payment's done."
"Oh… I'm texting my manager."
"Cool."
While she texted, I went behind, kneading her tits, sucking her ear.
"Oh? Oh?"
She giggled, flustered.
"Uh, haha."
"Stop sucking?"
"…No, no…!!"
*Schloop. Schloop.*
*Knead, knead.*
Licking her sweat, I molested her tits from behind.
She typed, making happy noises.
"Hngh, hehe…"
I laughed too.
That good, huh?
"Oh… Done… Pussy payment, so now…♥"
She raised her arms, stripping in front of me.
Flawless skin, bra-wrapped massive tits hit my eyes. Insane…
No regrets missing those college girls.
Her slender arms contrast her lush, feminine tits.
*"He's… staring…"*
"Pretty tits."
"Truly SS-rank…♥ My friends teased these are too lewd for a boyfriend."
"I love lewdly huge tits."
"…Oh."
Unexpected words melted her eyes.
As I moved to hug, she panted in my arms, peeking up.
"I'm… a virgin pussy, is that okay?"
"Fine. Paid for it. No refunds."
"…Eat me well…♥ Got manager's approval, so you can fuck me anywhere in this store♥"
Figures. Even if she doesn't know, refusing cooperation means penalties.
National-power sex license is wild.
"Anywhere in the store?"
"Yes."
I led her behind the counter.
Cornering her in the tight space, her breathing was excited, expectant.
Found a perfect-height chair.
"Sit up there."
She climbed, big ass on the chair, posing.
I dropped my pants, revealing the king-cock from the license.
"Oh…!! Oh, oh…"
*Twitch, twitch.*
My veiny, raging cock nodded, showing off.
"License owner, right?"
"…"
"Eun-sol, hear me?"
"…Hah! Yes! SS-rank cock… really…"
SS-rank cock sounds embarrassing.
But post-Reboot, it's auto-enhanced. I pointed my taut glans forward.
"Cha Eun-sol. Offer your pussy."