The Best MC Netori

Sung-Min lounged at his table in Café Luna, pretending to scroll through his phone while keeping one eye on Soo-Jin behind the counter. The clock on the wall ticked closer to 11:00 a.m., and the anticipation was killing him. Min-Soo's little tantrum had left the air charged—Soo-Jin's flustered glances his way were proof enough—and Sung-Min could practically taste the opportunity. The system had pegged her at 20% mission progress. Time to crank that dial up.

The café was quieter now, the morning rush thinning out. A couple of students hunched over laptops, a salaryman sipped his espresso in the corner, and the soft hum of an indie playlist filled the space. Soo-Jin wiped down the counter, her movements quick and distracted, stealing looks at him every few seconds. Sung-Min smirked. Charm 15 was doing its job—he could feel it in the way his confidence simmered, steady and sharp.

At 10:58, she untied her apron, tossing it under the counter. "Hey, Eun-Bi," she called to a coworker emerging from the back. "Taking my break. Cover me?"

Eun-Bi, a mousy girl with glasses, nodded without looking up from her phone. Soo-Jin grabbed a bottle of water and sauntered over to Sung-Min's table, hips swaying just enough to make his pulse kick up a notch. She slid into the seat across from him, cracking the cap open with a twist.

"So," she said, leaning forward on her elbows, "you're sticking around to 'rescue' me, huh?"

Sung-Min grinned, setting his phone down. "Someone's gotta save the day. Min-Soo didn't exactly leave you in a good mood."

She rolled her eyes, taking a sip. "Ugh, don't remind me. He's been texting me nonstop since he stormed out. 'Sorry, babe, I didn't mean it, blah blah.' Same old crap."

"Sounds like he's got a talent for screwing up," Sung-Min said, voice low and teasing. "Lucky for you, I'm here to make up for it."

Soo-Jin laughed, a bright, unguarded sound that made her eyes crinkle. "Oh, you're trouble, Sung-Min. I knew it the first time you walked in here."

"Trouble's my specialty," he shot back, leaning in to mirror her posture. "Question is, how much trouble can you handle?"

Her smirk faltered, replaced by a flicker of something hotter in her gaze. "Keep talking like that, and you might find out."

[Mission progress: 25%. Flirtation on point. Escalate!]

Sung-Min didn't need the system's nudge. He could feel the shift—the way her foot brushed his under the table, accidental but not really. "How long's your break?" he asked, casual but edged with intent.

"Fifteen minutes," she said, twirling a strand of her bobbed hair around her finger. "Why?"

"Plenty of time," he replied, standing and offering his hand. "Come with me."

She hesitated, just for a heartbeat, then took it. Her fingers were warm, a little calloused from handling coffee cups all day, and the contact sent a jolt through him. He led her toward the back of the café, past the counter where Eun-Bi was too buried in her phone to notice, and down a short hallway. A single door marked "Staff Only" loomed ahead.

"Sung-Min, what—" Soo-Jin started, but he pushed the door open, revealing a cramped storage room: shelves of coffee beans, stacks of paper cups, a flickering fluorescent light. He pulled her inside and shut the door behind them, the lock clicking with a satisfying snick.

Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away. "You're insane," she whispered, half-laughing. "If Eun-Bi catches us—"

"She won't," he said, stepping closer until her back bumped against a shelf. "And if she does, I'll just say I got lost looking for the bathroom."

Soo-Jin snorted, but her hands slid up his arms, resting on his shoulders. "You're ridiculous. What's your plan here, huh?"

"No plan," he lied, voice dropping as he brushed his thumb along her jaw. "Just you, me, and fifteen minutes to kill."

She bit her lip, and that was all the green light he needed. He kissed her—soft at first, testing the waters—and she melted into it, lips parting with a quiet sigh. Her hands tightened on his shoulders, pulling him closer, and the kiss deepened, hungry and urgent. She tasted like mint gum and a hint of coffee, sharp and addictive.

Sung-Min pressed himself against her, pinning her to the shelf. Her body was soft but firm, all curves and heat, and when she arched into him, he groaned into her mouth. His hands slid down her sides, tugging her shirt free from her jeans. She didn't stop him—didn't even flinch—when he slipped under the fabric, fingers grazing her bare skin.

"Sung-Min," she breathed, breaking the kiss to tip her head back as he kissed along her neck. Her pulse raced under his lips, and the little gasps she let out were driving him wild.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured against her throat, half-teasing, half-daring her.

"Don't you dare," she shot back, and that was it. Game on.

He yanked her shirt up, exposing her bra—a simple black thing that somehow made her look even hotter. She helped him pull it over her head, tossing it onto a bag of coffee beans, and then her hands were on his belt, fumbling with the buckle. Sung-Min grinned, shrugging off his own shirt as she got his jeans open, shoving them down just enough.

"Fifteen minutes isn't a lot," she said, voice husky as she hooked her fingers into his boxers. "Better make it quick."

"Quick but good," he promised, tugging her jeans down her hips. They caught on her thighs, but he didn't care—he just needed enough room. Her panties were blue, lacy, and already damp when he brushed his fingers between her legs. She gasped, gripping his shoulders harder, and he couldn't resist sliding the fabric aside, teasing her with a slow stroke.

"Fuck," she hissed, hips bucking against his hand. "Don't play around."

"No playing," he said, voice rough as he freed himself from his boxers. He was hard—painfully hard—and when he pressed against her, she moaned, loud enough that he clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Shh," he whispered, grinning. "Unless you want Eun-Bi to hear."

She glared, but her eyes were dark with want, and when he pushed into her, slow and deep, her muffled cry vibrated against his palm. She was tight, wet, and perfect, her legs trembling as she hooked one around his waist. The shelf rattled behind her with every thrust, bags of coffee beans shifting precariously, but neither of them cared.

Sung-Min moved faster, driven by her gasps and the way her nails dug into his back. She felt incredible—better than he'd imagined all those times she'd flirted over the counter—and the thrill of stealing her, right here, right now, sent a rush through him he couldn't explain. Netori was a drug, and he was hooked.

Soo-Jin's hands slid down, grabbing his ass to pull him deeper, and he nearly lost it. "Harder," she mumbled against his hand, and he obliged, slamming into her until the shelf creaked like it might collapse. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breaths coming in short, desperate bursts, and then she tensed, her whole body shuddering as she came. Her walls clenched around him, hot and tight, and it tipped him over the edge. He buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled inside her, the pleasure hitting him like a freight train.

They stayed there, panting, pressed together in the dim light. Soo-Jin laughed softly, pushing his hand off her mouth. "You're insane," she said again, but her tone was warm, almost fond.

"Worth it," he replied, kissing her one more time before pulling back. They scrambled to fix their clothes—jeans up, shirts on, her bra barely stuffed into place—before the clock ran out. She smoothed her hair, smirking at him.

"Not a word about this," she warned, poking his chest. "Min-Soo would lose his mind."

"My lips are sealed," Sung-Min said, mimicking a zipper across his mouth. "Until next time."

She rolled her eyes but didn't deny it. They slipped out of the storage room, her heading back to the counter and him to his table, just as Eun-Bi glanced up from her phone with a bored, "Break over already?"

"Yep," Soo-Jin said, voice steady despite the flush on her cheeks. Sung-Min hid a grin behind his iced americano, taking a long sip.

The system dinged, materializing beside him.

[Mission complete! Target: Kim Soo-Jin seduced. Reward: +7 Charm, Intermediate Flirtation Skill unlocked. Progress: 100%. Bonus: Stealth +2 for not getting caught.]

Sung-Min leaned back in his chair, smug as hell. Charm 22 now. Intermediate Flirtation. Stealth +2. He was leveling up fast, and the game was only getting better. But as Soo-Jin shot him a sly look from behind the counter, he couldn't shake the feeling that Min-Soo wasn't going to let this slide so easily.

Oh well. That was a problem for Future Sung-Min. Right now, he was king of the world—and Café Luna was his castle.