The Weekend Disruption
Since that weekend trip where we ran ourselves ragged without even a moment to sleep, our relationship has changed. No, to be precise, Yeoeun has changed. This nine-tailed vixen has been blatantly different ever since that day.
"Whew, I'm stuffed."
We’ve started enjoying short dates during the weekdays after work. What used to be a routine of just grabbing dinner together—a habit formed back when we were meeting for business—has, by unspoken agreement, transformed into actual date time. Sometimes I pick her up near her Pilates studio, other times she comes to my station, and we eat together or chat at a café. If we’re in the mood for a drink, we grab a glass. Usually, we drink about once a week.
"Everything you pick is delicious, isn't it? I think I overate. I put way too much in my stomach."
"Is that so? I didn't think you ate that much."
From what I’ve observed, no matter how delicious the food is, Yeoeun only eats about half the portion of an average adult male. She barely touches the snacks when we drink, and she keeps her appetite strictly in check, likely due to the diet she maintains. Perhaps because of her job as an instructor, she draws a hard line, as if wary of the heavy, bloated feeling of a full stomach.
"No, really, my body feels so heavy today..."
She suddenly leans in softly, her hair styled in that signature pretty updo with one side of her bangs falling loose. I’ve grown accustomed to her unique shampoo scent, mixed with the strong perfume that makes me even more susceptible to her charms.
Squeeze♥
At the same time, she hooks her arms through mine, burying them deep between her cleavage. She uses her generous assets to their fullest extent as she clings to me.
"Honey..."
"Y-yeah?"
"I... I’m having trouble walking. My legs are so tired, I wish we could go somewhere to rest..."
As she says this, she gives a subtle nod. She points to a place as if she’d just happened to discover it by chance.
Angel House
The place her outstretched finger is pointing to is a motel near my workplace. A dangerous location where a colleague might walk by and see us.
"..."
"...♥"
She makes the suggestion with such an absurd excuse. Yet, I find myself tense. The excuse is so ridiculous—hardly fitting for an instructor who exercises without rest—that I’m on edge, fully aware of the hidden intent behind her blatant display of desire. She really is a fox. She uses her signature technique, wagging her tail to seduce me.
If it’s a night we’ve been drinking, it goes like this:
"Mmm~ I'm tipsy♥"
Yeoeun leans into me, swaying, reeking of alcohol. She has a decent tolerance, so even after finishing two bottles of soju, she looks perfectly fine. Thanks to that, I can easily escort her, even when she’s had a bit too much and her legs are slightly wobbly.
'It’s nice that her shoulders fit right in one hand.'
I walk down the street, supporting her as she stumbles in her high heels. As I hold her delicate upper body—so different from her lower half—I find myself wishing my own physique were a bit more sturdy.
"Mmm... Honey."
"Yeah."
Yeoeun looks up at me from within my arms.
"Hehehe...♥"
Her expression immediately softens. Her eyes narrow, revealing her white teeth, and she breathes out the scent of alcohol.
"Mmm, your scent makes me feel so good."
She lets out a characteristic, drunken breath and says, "Let's go fuck right now♥"
"..."
I suppose Yeoeun gets even more honest when she’s drunk. After downing her drinks, she’s now openly seducing me. I’m still in my work clothes from just clocking out. On top of that, since we went to a motel the day before, I’ve already been away from home for a day. Still, seeing Yeoeun completely plastered, I knew I had to get a room.
When I told her I’d stop by a convenience store just in case, choosing a motel a bit further from the office, she said:
"Okay, you have to buy a ton of condoms at the convenience store, okay~?"
She orders it so brightly, clearly planning to sleep at the motel again today. After drinking, Yeoeun is even more explicit. She becomes more blatantly faithful to her desires.
And do I hate this attitude? *Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!*
"Nngh! Honey, your extra-large cock is inside me...♥"
Her chin tilts back the moment I thrust into her after some foreplay. Every time I grab her legs and rock my hips, her plump lips purse and part. Of course, it’s fucking amazing. Honestly, my blood boils every time I see it. From a male perspective, it’s great when a female gives such explicit signals.
Squeeze, squeeze♥
"Fuck, your tits are insane..."
"Hnnng... I knew you loved my breasts so much...♥"
It’s the perfect time to openly touch the breasts I can’t stop looking at.
Squish-squish-squish-squish♥
Because I can mount this beautiful body and rock my hips to my heart's content. Our relationship might be defined as "sex friends," but that’s exactly how it feels. The heat of early romance. Just looking at her gives me an erection, and the time we spend together is just too happy.
Thanks to this, my schedule has become tight. Whenever I have time with Yeoeun, I naturally end up skipping my workouts.
"Ha... I guess banging Yeoeun counts as a workout, right?"
"Hehe, of course♥"
I can still get some cardio in, anyway. Rocking my hips hard is a workout in itself. The happiest workout in the world. From around this time, we started going to motels often. For Yeoeun, it’s not about the cost of the room; she just says it’s close and convenient.
"I love it, I love it so much...!"
"If you love it, rock harder for me... slap my pussy harder...♥"
This has been our current status for a month and a little more.
"So... you two finally did it, then?"
"...........................Yes."
I answer after chewing on the thought for a long time. He asked with such seriousness across the table where the meat was grilling that I had no choice but to answer. The meetings with Yeoeun’s father—the man who started it all—still happen occasionally, even today. Usually, I fall for his temptation of buying me expensive Korean beef.
"Ahem!"
"E-ehem..."
He was the one who brought it up, but now he’s scratching the back of his neck, looking unnecessarily awkward. And I’m avoiding his gaze. It seems Father-in-law is quite interested in Yeoeun’s love life. The excessive interest in his daughter makes me understand why he calls me, the person meeting her, but it’s also burdensome.
'I mean... he asks so directly if I’ve had sex with his daughter. I can’t help but be intimidated.'
"I-I feel a bit embarrassed even after asking it myself."
"W-well, I suppose so."
"So? And you’re still... meeting Yeoeun often?"
"Well... I meet her whenever I have free time."
"Hoo, I see."
Ever since his daughter became the topic of conversation among the older men on the first day, Mr. Young-cheol has been giving off that vibe. He wants his daughter, who is at a marriageable age, to finally settle down. He’s desperate to see his grandchildren. That heart is full.
And for some reason, he seems to be pinning that desperate fate(?) on me.
"Yeoeun isn't exactly an ordinary girl, so there must be something special about you."
"W-well, I don't know..."
I couldn't answer in detail, so I just gave a vague response to avoid the topic. At that, Mr. Young-cheol narrows his brows and eyelids. At first, it was 99% reckless, just testing the waters. But now, he’s observing me thoroughly, as if he’s deep in thought. He’s been scanning me up and down frequently since before.
"Alright, I’ve decided!"
Before long, Mr. Young-cheol sets down his empty glass and says, "When you have time, meet me properly."
"...Pardon?"
"Come out when I call you. I’ll give you at least two days' notice, so wash up and be ready."
'Meet properly... just the two of us?'
He added that without any further explanation. He was already pushy when he first arranged the meeting with his daughter, but now he’s becoming even more serious. It’s as if he’s been throwing things at the wall to see what sticks, and finally found a business idea that actually has a chance of success.
"Kuh! The alcohol tastes better and better."
On the outside, he’s just a drunkard who loves his booze. At the same time, he really does seem like a company president.
+ + +
"Assistant Manager Son Seungwoo, you have a business trip tomorrow."
I, who had been writing statistical documents as usual, was surprised by the sudden notification. I turned to look at the Team Leader who had approached me and let out a squeak, "N-ng?!" She looked down at me with a slightly pathetic expression.
"I told you to keep your schedule open through the weekend, just in case something came up."
"Ah..."
I certainly remember that.
"It’s a simple site inspection and promotion task. We’ll meet at the company and travel in my car, so just come to work as usual. If we finish the work quickly, you can rest easy on Saturday afternoon and Sunday."
"Understood."
My weekend was being eaten up, but I had no choice but to answer immediately. I am a corporate slave, after all. I still have a mountain of loans to pay off.
The only disappointing part was this. We were at the perfect timing, and now the flow was being cut off.
My heart sank just looking at the messenger; I was incredibly disappointed. I wanted to meet her all day, play, and fuck. I wanted to release all my pent-up feelings like crazy, but I felt like a dog whose food bowl had been snatched away. I lamented inwardly.
I thought I’d have to leave this weekend empty, but...
...
...
"...♥"
"...Ah."
Team Leader Han. My boss and alpha girl, Han Gaeun, is on top of me.
Back at the accommodation after the business trip, with a slight flush of intoxication, she pressed her shoulders down hard against me, her breasts exposed.
...*Smooch*♥
And then she kissed me. Deeply, on my lips.