Milked by the Busty Clerk Behind the Late-Night Convenience Store

In the dead of winter night, the town was wrapped in a freezing silence. I, Goro, am a freeter. My days follow the same routine, and after my shift, if I'm hungry, I stop by the nearby convenience store. The dimly glowing neon lights inside feel like the only comfort for someone like me. Walking along the snowy path, I felt my breath come out white. My hands were numb, shoved into my pockets, and the sound of my footsteps sinking into the snow felt oddly real. The clock had already passed 2 a.m. I planned to head to the convenience store near closing time to buy a late-night bento.

The automatic doors opened, and inside it was dimmer than usual. The shelves were sparsely stocked, with only the register light faintly visible. The lone clerk was a woman at the counter, idly scrolling on her phone. Her uniform apron was loosely tied, and even from a distance her full chest was noticeable. I tried not to stare as I headed to the bento section. I put a fried chicken bento in my basket and brought it to the register. Her name tag read "Nori." She looked to be in her early twenties, her unadorned face somehow alluring. Her black hair was in a ponytail, and her large eyes glanced my way.

"Would you like a bag?" Her voice sounded sleepy yet soft. I answered "Yes" quietly and paid. My hand trembled as I handed over the thousand-yen bill, whether from the cold wind rushing in whenever the door opened or from her presence stirring me. As a virgin, even the faint scent of a woman scrambled my thoughts. Nori bagged the bento and handed it over. The moment her fingertips brushed mine, it felt electric—soft and warm.

"Thank you. Good work today." I hurried out. Outside the snow had turned heavy, flakes settling on my shoulders. As I started walking with the bag, a voice called from behind.

"Wait a moment!"

I turned to see Nori emerging from the back door, still in uniform and without a coat. Snow melted in her hair, flushing her cheeks. I stopped, confused. "Um, we're closing..." She smiled faintly and took my arm. "Want to talk for a bit? Out back. It's cold, but it won't take long."

What was this? My heart began pounding. The back area was a dim alley with the store's trash bins. No one was around under the falling snow, far from the streetlights. Nori pulled me to the wall by the back door. The cold concrete against my back sent a shiver through me. Her white breath brushed my face, carrying a hint of sweet gum.

"You come here often, late at night." Nori's voice was low and teasing. "Me? Not really..." I stumbled over the words. Lately I had been stopping by every night, drawn by her presence. Even that small connection excited a virgin like me. "Heh, I know. I remember your face."

She suddenly undid one button of her uniform. Her white blouse opened slightly, revealing deep cleavage. The cold night wind slipped into the gap, making her skin tremble visibly. My eyes locked on. The word "busty" flashed through my mind—those curves couldn't be hidden by the uniform. Snowflakes fell into the valley and melted, glistening. I wondered what they would feel like: soft, warm, heavy.

"It's fine to look. It's cold, but exciting, right?" Nori took my hand and pressed it to her chest. The yielding softness against my palm crushed my reason—pliant, elastic warmth. My fingers slid into the valley, the smoothness of her skin overwhelming my senses. The cold wind swept around us, making her body heat feel even hotter by contrast. "Ah... Nori, what..." My voice shook, words failing.

She laughed, a sweet, mocking sound. "Virgin? I can tell from your eyes. You can touch, but in return..." Her hand reached for my zipper. Cold fingers brushed my crotch. I was already hard. The zipper's sound echoed loudly in the quiet night. Snow chilled my feet while my groin burned. She slipped her hand inside and gripped me firmly, her warm palm enveloping the sensitive skin. I caught my breath.

"Heh, it's big. Yet this gets you so worked up." Her words stung. With one hand on my chest, she began stroking slowly with the other. Winter wind blew between us. I gazed into her cleavage as my vision swayed. Her full breasts swayed beneath the uniform, another button coming undone. Lace from her bra peeked out, goosebumps rising on her skin from the cold. The sensation was incredible. My fingers sank naturally, feeling the weight of her breast—soft yet firm, her heartbeat pulsing against my palm.

Psychologically I felt wretched. To be treated this way by a clerk I knew, in a place like this. A virgin like me was just a toy. Nori's eyes appraised me. "Squeeze harder. You're enjoying it, aren't you?" Her whisper brushed my neck, her breath carrying a sweet-tart scent that filled my nostrils. Her strokes quickened, fingers gliding from base to tip. Skin rubbed, slickness adding to the sensation. My precum wet her palm. It was raw—the sticky sound of liquid between her fingers seemed audible.

"Haa... Nori, stop..." I said weakly, but my body betrayed me. My hips moved on their own. Cold wind hit my groin, sending a shiver. My hand kneading her breast grew firmer, deepening the valley. Snow fell and melted, dampening her skin. Visually it was erotic—her nipples outlined through the blouse. The touch felt dreamlike. My mind swirled with excitement and shame. To be toyed with by a woman in such a pathetic situation as a virgin. Nori laughed. "You don't really want me to stop, do you? Look how soaked the tip is."

Things escalated quickly. She pressed me against the wall, knees slightly bent as she continued stroking. Her hand moved fast, slick and relentless. Liquid overflowed, dripping down her fingers onto the snowy ground. The wet sounds were vivid. My breathing grew ragged, vision blurring. Scents mingled—mine, her body, the damp snow. My mouth felt dry. I pitied myself: a freeter being drained here. Nori's mocking fueled my arousal. "For a virgin, you're so hard. Cute."

Climax approached. Her hand sped up. My hand on her breast slipped with sweat. Cold wind stroked my back, the contrast of chill and heat making me tremble. "You're going to come—go ahead, let it all out on my hand." Her voice was sweet yet cruel. I pulsed, reaching the limit. Thick fluid spurted forcefully, white strands arcing onto her palm and clinging stickily between her fingers before dripping to stain the snow. The heat and sharp scent hit my nose. My knees buckled, and I leaned against the wall, body convulsing in aftershocks. It was pathetic—losing my virginity like this.

Nori withdrew her hand, wiping it in the snow. Her breasts still exposed, she held my gaze. "Heh, so much. Satisfied?" Her mocking laugh broke the night's quiet. I collapsed to my knees, the cold ground seeping into me. Snow melted, soaking through. Arousal lingered, amplifying the shame. She buttoned her uniform and looked down. "Come again, virgin. Maybe we'll play more next time."

The afterglow lingered. Nori returned inside, the back door closing with a thud. Alone in the snow, I sat, my groin sticky as cold wind cooled it. My mind hovered between excitement and regret—the feel of those breasts, the pleasure of her hand, the sting of her mockery. The experience had changed this virgin, yet the shame remained. The bento bag lay buried in snow, chilled through. I stood unsteadily and headed home. Snow kept falling from the winter sky, whitening my thoughts. Nori's cleavage stayed burned into my mind. What would happen the next time I went to the store? Anticipation and dread tormented me.

On the way home my head spun. Just recalling the sensation heated my body. Nori's breasts left a lingering softness in my palm—the depth my fingers sank, the warmth of her skin. The thrill of glimpsing that valley amid the cold night wind was unforgettable. Snow on my cheeks reminded me of reality, yet the sticky fluid in my pants denied it. Inside my trousers it began to dry tacky, the scent clinging. Pathetic. I was just a freeter, a virgin easily drained by a woman like her.

The next day after my shift I passed the convenience store again. Neon lights glowed, halting my steps. Should I go in? Would Nori be there? My heart raced. Gathering courage, I entered and pretended to browse while glancing at the register. There she was, smiling in her usual uniform. "Welcome." Her voice triggered a flashback of the previous night. Her blouse gapped slightly, drawing my eyes. At checkout she whispered, "I'll be waiting out back again."

That night I returned to the back door after closing. Snow had stopped, the air crisp. Nori emerged and immediately undid a button. "Let's play more today." Her hand gripped me once more. Her strokes grew faster, the fluid splashing more vividly, white strands clinging to her palm and dripping audibly to the ground. My knees gave out as her laughter echoed. "Look, you're coming again. How pathetic."

Such nights continued. Every evening the routine repeated— the feel of her breasts, the pleasure of her hand, the shameful release. In the winter midnight behind the convenience store, Nori kept draining me. Psychologically I became her captive. Still a virgin, yet aroused each time. The sticky fluid seemed to stain my life. Snow piled up and seasons passed, but the memory never faded.

Looking back, our first meeting felt fated. The moment Nori's voice called me to the back door after closing—her white breath, snowflakes catching in her hair. Her deliberate, slow unbuttoning revealed the valley, capturing my entire view: deep shadows, soft curves. The sensation when I touched was dreamlike—fingers sinking, the weight of her breast pressing into my palm, her heartbeat transmitting through my fingertips. Cold wind caressed the valley, her skin trembling visibly. Sight and touch were utterly erotic.

During the handjob her fingers were skilled, gripping the base firmly while gently stroking the tip. The slick fluid improved the glide, producing wet sounds that dripped onto the snowy ground. The scent thickened—mine, sweet and tart. Nori leaned close and laughed. "It smells. Proof you're excited." The words amplified my shame. A virgin's reactions entertained her. When my knees buckled, my body shook as snow chilled me. At climax fluid arced white and sticky, clinging to her palm and between her fingers. The wiping motion only heightened the rawness.

In the afterglow I always reflected alone. Her mocking voice: "Come back so I can drain you again." Nori's breasts fueled my fantasies. A freeter's ordinary days colored by such erotic encounters. Winter's cold made the heated memories sharper. All senses dominated by Nori—valley in sight, softness in palm, mockery in ears, fluid in nose, dryness in mouth. A wretched yet addictive experience.