Bamboo Forest Manager

Working Part-Time

“Phew, I’m here. Sorry, the lecture ended a bit late.”

As I enter the adult store, I greet the bald man—no, the boss.

The boss, sitting at the counter, welcomed me with a smile.

“You’re not really late? You still have five minutes before your shift starts.”

“I should be here ten minutes early.”

I quickly put on an apron.

Surprisingly, there were masks and cotton gloves available at the counter.

At first, I thought it was because hygiene is crucial in a place handling adult products.

But apparently, it’s more about allowing part-timers to cover their faces with masks and providing gloves for handling some of the more menacing-looking items.

“Thanks. Hang in there.”

“Yep. But where are you going?”

It’s now 5 PM.

It’s peak time for people to leave work; I was curious what he had planned.

“I’ve arranged to meet a friend. I’ll be at a nearby cafe so call me if there’s any problem.”

“Got it.”

After he leaves, I’m alone in the store.

This is only my second day on this job.

Honestly, nothing much happens here.

There aren’t many customers; sometimes I wonder how he manages to pay us or cover rent from this business alone.

Probably c*ndoms are our best-selling items?

“These days you can buy c*ndoms even at convenience stores.”

Perhaps that’s why we stock far more niche products than c*ndoms here.

There are so many unusual tools that honestly surprised me and they’re quite expensive too.

“Yawn.”

So today seemed like it would just be another ordinary day until—

Creak—

“Oh my God! You’re such a pervert!”

“Heheh. We’re adults after all. It doesn’t hurt to look around places like this once in awhile.”

A familiar face walks in.

Kang Han-gang enters with a smile, a woman I’ve never seen before by his side.

“Welcome.”

As I greet them warmly, Kang Han-gang flinches and glances towards the counter.

“Do you… like me?”

“Are you crazy? Just because we sell crap here doesn’t mean you have to talk crap.”

For the record, that wasn’t swearing; it was my own kind of wordplay since we actually do sell similar stuff.

They didn’t take it too well on their end.

“Oppa, who is this?”

“Just a junior from college. Just someone I know. We’ve only had drinks together a few times.”

“Oh great, another girlfriend already. When are you joining the army?”

I ask nonchalantly while resting my chin on my hand, and the woman reacts with surprise and turns to confront me.

“My brother was honorably discharged from service! 12th Division?”

“That’s nonsense. He hasn’t even been to basic training.”

“Oppa?”

The girlfriend questions Kang Han-gang about what I said.

It seems he lied about serving in the military to date her.

Anyway, he really knows how to live life boldly.

“No, Jin-ah! That’s not it!”

“Forget it, Oppa. How could you lie about something like that?!”

Though it looked like I was chasing away a customer, I score high for saving a woman’s time.

“Sigh, Kim Woo-jin really…”

As his girlfriend leaves the store and Kang Han-gang hits his forehead in frustration muttering under his breath,

He doesn’t follow her out; guess he wasn’t that serious after all.

“It looks like you’ll be lonely tonight; why not buy a Tenga? We have lots of interesting things here.”

“Are you mad? I’d rather go to some hunting bar or club for a one-night stand. Don’t want rumors spreading in English department making everyone avoid me-!”

“No really – we have some truly interesting stuff here! You know Uehara Ai? There’s an onahole modeled after her too.”

“…She was my first love.”

Damn guy suddenly gets sentimental out of nowhere.

“Ah right. So this one is also hoping that you’ll be its first.”

Strictly speaking since it’s brand new onahole – technically not wrong.

When Han Kang saw the onahole box with the AV actress depicted on it, he swallowed hard and handed over his card.

“Do you sell videos separately?”

“I believe that’s illegal. Isn’t it? Anyway, we don’t sell them.”

Han Kang seemed a bit disappointed.

I wanted to put it in a clear plastic bag, but unfortunately, we didn’t have any here.

“Bag please.”

Han Kang was annoyed when I handed him a pink bag, but he left the store anyway.

“Come again!”

Yes! Sold one.

Not a bad start at all.

About 30 minutes passed by then.

Bored, I was just cleaning when another customer entered.

“Welcome.”

This time it was someone alone, wearing a mask and short in stature—probably a woman by the looks of it.

It’s not good to strike up conversation at times like this so I naturally went behind the counter and looked down at my phone instead of doing much else.

I was checking Bamboo Forest online where freshman hatred seems to have mostly subsided and things were returning to normal when,

“Excuse me.”

A woman standing in front of the counter called out cautiously,

“Yes?”

I greeted her with a bright smile immediately; she hesitated then asked in a small voice,

“Do you have… perhaps something shaped like… like men?”

“This way please.”

When asked such questions, one must help. She seemed nervous and since our store is unexpectedly spacious she might not have seen everything properly.

Quickly leading her to where we had d*ldos shaped like men, I smiled again broadly,

“Here they are. Is there anything else you need help with?”

“The size…”

“Yes?”

“No no! Just wondering where the sizes are listed.”

Ah!

There I go again.

“I thought you suddenly became bold.”

“If you look at the box here, it’s written on it. If you’ve never used something like this, it’s better to start with a smaller one.”

“Ah……”

“Or come this way. It’s better to start with something that stimulates the surface rather than beginning with such grotesque things.”

About 30 minutes had passed.

The woman ended up buying a vibrating tool and a relatively small d*ldo.

“Come again!”

She didn’t say anything, just bowed her head deeply and hurried out as if fleeing.

“We’re having good sales today.”

It’s now 6:30 PM.

Surprisingly, quite a few customers are coming in.

Couples were visiting, and some dangerous-looking man came looking for the manager among others.

There was more work here than I thought.

Moreover, quite a few people ask about products discreetly too.

“Welcome!”

I thought another customer had arrived.

“Oh dear, always working in places like this.”

Not a customer but an acquaintance.

Yoo Arin walked in wearing a hat and hands deep in her pockets while clicking her tongue.

“Oh, what’s up? Were you still at school?”

“I played basketball with friends and took a shower at your place before heading home.”

“…My room?”

It was startling but I managed to smile nonchalantly anyway.

“Yeah, your room. I cleaned up while I was there too. Emptied your trash can quickly because it smelled.”

“Ugh!”

Damn it; just as I feared.

These days kids are so cautious around each other that they don’t help me out like before; recently relying on actors instead.

Since kids often come over to my room I should have cleaned up but got distracted by my bike and forgot.

As I collapsed over the counter writhing in agony Yoo Arin tapped my head gently trying to console me.

“It’s okay; if they were used c*ndoms we’d be doomed but since it’s just tissues…”

“Should I be relieved about that?”

“It’s a relief. But show me around, will you? Is this place bigger than you thought?”

“Sigh.”

Since there were no customers, I decided to step away from the counter and give Yuarin a tour of the interior.

“You see, they’ve divided it into men’s and women’s sections. The middle section has items that both can use.”

“…Items that both can use?”

“Don’t ask; I’m not particularly interested either.”

Seeing the panties with attachments, Yuarin quickly agreed and clung close to my side.

“These products are really bizarre.”

“Honestly, some of them are pretty gross.”

“The items Vice President sold at Gold One last time were just child’s play in comparison.”

“Yeah, right.”

Though it was this store’s owner who bought those too.

“So working here is just like a convenience store? Customers bring their items up and you just process the payment?”

“That’s what I thought. But surprisingly, many people ask questions. These products aren’t exactly mainstream after all.”

“Hmm, that makes sense.”

“So it gets tricky sometimes. It’s not like I’ve tried or used all these products myself.”

“…Don’t make me gouge out your eyes before glaring at me like that.”

“Cough, cough.”

Caught staring inappropriately.

If only Yuarin had said something sympathetic like “Really? That must be tough,” I would have immediately asked for help.

Well, as I continued explaining simply,

Suddenly Yuarin picked up a d*ldo from the display and poked my back with it.

“Why are you waving that around?”

“Hm? Oh… Just because. This one looks somewhat normal compared to others. Kind of plain too.”

“Ah, that one.”

At first even I thought it felt out of place among superheroes—like Krillin among Saiyans.

“That serves a different purpose though. Women use it for masturbation too—”

“Masturbation…”

Her expression turned awkward at my blunt language usage; but then again—I am an adult store clerk.

I’m not the least bit embarrassed about this.

It was just a thing.

“It’s something I use for practice too. You know, putting it in your mouth, rolling it with your tongue.”

“Ah.”

“It’s exactly what you need— Cough!”

Yuarin’s knee struck right into my solar plexus.

“I knew you were going to say that.”

“Cough! You crazy woman! It was just a joke!”

“A joke my ass! You meant it!”

Caught.

“But, but! It’s every man’s fantasy!”

Trying to appeal to some kind of instinct, Yuarin brandished the d*ldo like a sword and challenged me further.

“You started this mess in the first place! My mouth is so small I can’t even wrap meat properly for ssam, let alone put that thing in my mouth—”

Grumbling irritably, Yuarin glanced at the d*ldo in her hand and suddenly smirked as if an idea had struck her.

“Damn you, why don’t you try experiencing how overwhelming it is?”

“…What?”

Thud.

With nothing but pure malice on her face, Yuarin approached me gripping the d*ldo tightly.

“Open wide. Let’s see how tough it is; I’ll show you.”

“No way!”

I tried desperately to run out of the store but Yuarin was one step ahead of me.

Caught at the entrance by her, I was flattened under Yuarin as she fell over me.

She positioned herself above and began forcefully pushing down with both hands on the d*ldo towards my mouth.

“Open upppp! You need to understand how hard this is!”

“Just wait! Wait a minute! Sorry—I’m sorry!”

“Shut upppp! Here comes 0.5 Woojin!”

“No wayyy! Don’t do thisss!”

Despite my protests and teary eyes blocking any further movement—the tip of the d*ldo touched my lips.

Squeak.

“Hello? Is there an employee here? Your coffee delivery has arrived—.”

Joo-hee, the senior with a coffee in hand, entered the store.