Tears of pleasure welled up in Moyoon’s lowered eyelids.

“It’s too big, so big, my stomach... is going to burst, ngh...”

“Our Moyoon has taken my cock in that back pussy so many times, it won’t burst. You even took a cock in your front pussy and a cucumber in your back hole at the same time.”

...Did he? A memory buried deep in Moyoon’s dazed mind surfaced.

“Mm, ah, ah... right, ngh...”

Just as the man said, not long ago he had thrust a cock into Moyoon’s front pussy while stuffing a smooth cucumber into the back and made him come.

Why had he forgotten until now?

Moyoon felt reassured by the man’s words. And he realized he needed to cum quickly like that time, so he could coat the banana with a lot of pussy juice.

Then he could ring it up for the ahjusshi.

“Ah, ahjusshi. Ple-please make my pussy squirt... I have to ring it up quickly... Need to get juice all over the banana...”

“Ah. Right. Today that was the ‘setting.’”

The man gave a strange smile at Moyoon’s babbling. Moyoon didn’t understand his meaningful words.

He could only writhe helplessly under the sensation of having that cock driven all the way to the root, scraping the entrance to his rectum.

“Ah, ahuung...! Deep, ngh... ah, ahn!”

When the long cock pressed firmly against his belly skin, his stomach bulged up. Each time that cock went in and out roughly, his belly skin clearly lifted. With the banana pounding his pussy too, Moyoon curled his toes and writhed.

“Ah, nooo, ah, ahn! Inside, tingling, it, ngh!”

“Moyoon’s back pussy likes my cock, that’s why.”

“Ah, ah! Like, like it, yes, I like it, uuuuhn, mm, ah...!”

Thump, thump, thuump, thuvt, thump...!

At the sensation of being stuffed tight front and back, Moyoon gaped his mouth open. Each time it went in and out, obscene noises and splashes came from the point of contact, and his waist shook uncontrollably. When the cock ground deep inside him, ripples spread over his pale ass.

Moyoon, still not properly understanding his own situation, focused only on the pleasure pouring over him. Every time the inside of his body was smashed and prodded, he moaned until his mouth went dry.

'I want to be shoved a little more, into a bigger mess...'

But when he tried to think about what he wanted shoved into what, it never came to mind, as if blurred out.

“Mm, ah, I feel like, like I’m going to, ngh...!”

The curve of pleasure rose quickly. It was a sign that he was nearing climax. It was at the moment Moyoon, chasing that climax, groaned and clenched both openings.

Ding-dong.

Suddenly, a customer entered the convenience store. A middle-aged man wearing pajamas and shuffling along in slippers.

“Ngh...!”

The moment Moyoon saw the shadow of a stranger, his heart began to pound like mad. For some reason, this situation felt too, too unsettling.

It wasn’t like he was doing anything bad, he was just ringing up a customer’s items at the counter, wasn’t he?

Splat!

“Eep...!”

The man, who had driven his cock deep to the entrance of the rectum and lifted the lining, smiled gently and whispered by his ear.

“Moyoon-ssi. Ring up the other customer first.”

“Ah, ngh... ah? Yes, yes...”

Moyoon, aching because he was right at the brink of climax and couldn’t reach it, made a very pitiful face, but he didn’t realize why he was aching.

Soon the middle-aged customer placed his items on the counter. He wasn’t at all disturbed even though the two men were tangled together and fused inside the counter area. To the middle-aged customer’s eyes, it was just the ordinary sight of a convenience store, with nothing strange about it.

Pow, pow, thuump, tsk, pow...!

The man kept thrusting his hips without caring.

The counter rattled and Moyoon let out little moans he couldn’t hold back, but the middle-aged customer just waited for the checkout to end.

“Hah, ngh, ten thou... is, ngh, mm...!”

“Yes. Good work.”

The middle-aged customer handed over a ten-thousand-won bill loosely, took back his items, and left the convenience store. Only after he left the store did the middle-aged customer tilt his head at the faint sense of wrongness, but in the end he left without understanding the cause.

“He’s gone. Then now you should ring me up too, right?”

“Mm, y-yes, ngh, ah, ah...!”

As if he had been waiting for this moment, the man’s thrusting speed quickened.

The lining holding the cock twitched and trembled, and the pussy tightened as if it were about to bite the banana in half.

At last, the long-awaited climax poured down like ecstasy, and Moyoon’s eyes rolled back.

“Ah, ahh, hik, I’m, I’m, aahh..., ...!”

White semen streamed out long from Moyoon’s stiff cock, which had been bouncing and tapping against his navel, staining the counter.

The moment the banana stuck inside his pussy was pulled out, the pussy burst out transparent streams of fluid like a broken faucet.

“Huff...”

As the man thrust his cock to the root and came, driven by the pressure squeezing tight, Moyoon’s thighs trembled hard.

Soon the man, savoring the warm, tight inside of Moyoon, bit and licked his ears as though they were intimate lovers, then kissed him.

When their intertwined tongues finally parted, a clear thread remained between their open lips.

The man curved his eyes and smiled, then whispered.

“Moyoon-ssi. I ate well again today.”

“...Y-yes...”

“Go home and masturbate your pussy thinking of me.”

“...Yes.”

Moyoon answered obediently with unfocused eyes. The man’s gaze, raking over him obsessively, was dark and sinister.

* * *

The first time he met that customer was about a month ago. It was around the time he had just started working part-time at the convenience store.

From the very beginning, Moyoon couldn’t take his eyes off that man.

It’s said that liking handsome and pretty things is universal, but maybe because he had stared too openly? The man, who came toward the counter with an item in hand, smiled and spoke first.

“You’ve been staring at me very intently since earlier.”

A man who was dazzlingly handsome even when he smiled.

“A-ah! If th-that was offensive, I’m s-sorry...”

“It wasn’t offensive, so don’t worry.”

After that, the customer began stopping by the convenience store often, timed to the late-night hours when Moyoon came in for his part-time shifts.

“How old are you? You look young.”

Not often, but occasionally they chatted briefly too. And sometimes, he received small gifts from him by chance.

As a result, a strange sense of intimacy built up...

“Moyoon’s pussy is really an infant pussy.”

“Moyoon-ah, let’s get you pregnant with my cock juice. Hmm?”

From time to time, Moyoon would imagine or dream of the customer calling his name gently and saying obscene things.

Maybe that was the root of it. If it had been the old Moyoon, he never would have even touched his pussy, but lately he had started putting fingers into it and masturbating.

“Mm... nghh, ngh...”

Today too, as soon as he got off work, Moyoon’s body heated up as if in heat, and he groaned while rubbing his cock with one hand and rummaging through the inside of his pussy with the other.

When he used his fingers to part the labia of his especially wet pussy and rubbed the clit hard, a thrill rose that made the nape of his neck stand on end.

Sometimes the back hole would flutter and seem to desperately want something too, but he wasn’t confident enough to put fingers into the back hole.

“Ah...! Hik, ngh...”

Moyoon, his body shaking violently beneath the covers, came and shot out semen. It was a pleasant climax, but somehow it also felt vaguely unsatisfying.

He pulled his hand out of the pussy that had been sucking on his fingers, slowly shook his cock, and tried to enjoy the afterglow. Not long after, a thick wave of post-orgasm emptiness washed over him.

'Ha. I masturbated thinking about that customer again.'

And I even used my pussy for it...

More than that, even if the other person was an unreal-level handsome man, he was the same sex. Even if he had a female sex organ between his legs, Moyoon’s own identity was definitely male, and he had never once thought of himself as liking men.

'How did it end up like this.'

Moyoon sighed inwardly. And by now, he would have to end the denial and admit it. That he was being drawn to that customer in an abnormal way.

'But even if I say I like him...'

The odds of them actually dating were too low. Setting aside all the secondary issues, if he was born with such an unusual body, it would be hard to expect an ordinary romance.

Having finally given up and accepted the feelings he had denied for so long, nothing changed except that he felt miserable himself.

“...Should I quit my convenience store part-time job.”

Feeling gloomy for no reason, Moyoon wriggled like a caterpillar and burrowed into the blankets.

Maybe it was because the work that had lasted until morning had been exhausting? His already spent mind quickly drifted off.

* * *

Today too, the customer, Kang Joohyuk, came to the convenience store.

More precisely, he had deliberately made his way here, far from the company, in order to meet Moyoon.