30-Year-Old Virgins Do Exist: Yuarum (32 / Big Company Team Leader)
"Team Leader Yoo, great work today."
"Yeah, you too."
After the meeting wraps up, we exchange the usual formal pleasantries. From my spot at the head of the department table, I tap the compiled reports to straighten them out. Then I catch one of the junior staff members about to leave after sipping her coffee.
"Hey, Junior Yoon."
"Yes? Yes?!"
"Send me the project materials from today's PT presentation via email—even over the weekend is fine. Or you can upload them to the company-linked cloud."
Yoon reacts like an outdated robot that's just been given a command, letting out an "Ah, aaa!" of admiration. She glances at me cautiously before speaking up.
"Um... Team Leader Yoo,"
"Something wrong?"
"I have a date with my boyfriend right after work today..."
A lot of the female staff get nervous around me whenever guys come up. There are parts of it that rub me the wrong way, but I brush it off without a second thought.
"Just enjoy your date and send it when you get back, right?"
"Well... we're going straight on a trip. It'll be a three-day, two-night over the weekend..."
"......"
"Ahaha♡"
Honestly, what does that have to do with anything? Part of me wonders if they think this is a game. But pushing further would just fuel the rumors swirling among the women, so I reply calmly.
"Fine. Just put it on my desk Monday morning."
"Yes, yes, got it! I'll do that right away."
"Alright, good work."
"Good work!"
Once Yoon leaves the conference room, I stay behind to organize the materials. It's pointless busywork, really, but I don't want anyone seeing my face right now.
"Hoo..."
Thirty-something. Once a woman hits this cursed age bracket, her interests boil down to three things: money, marriage, and men. The money complaints are just idle chit-chat you hear every day, but marriage and men dominate the conversations. I hate those two topics. All three suck, but the endless guy talk is the worst.
My boyfriend's been so distant lately.
Marriage talks have died down recently—kinda bummed about that.
What's a good set of lingerie for our first overseas trip alone?
Throb, throb... Why the hell do they spew this nonsense? Listening to it makes me think women can't live without men. It's infuriating.
That's right. Me, Yuarum, turning 32 this year, have never dated once in my life. It's a closely guarded secret to avoid the gossip, but somehow it's spread beyond the department—now the whole company's whispering about the confirmed old maid. It pisses me off, but I ignore it. It's my choice, and I don't want to waste energy on petty drama.
I've just nurtured my career like a meticulously pruned bonsai tree, prioritizing substance over everything.
...Has everyone else already left the office?
Yoon rushing off to meet her boyfriend. Assistant Seo fretting over daily gifts for his girlfriend. My values haven't wavered, I tell myself.
But lately, things have changed.
Squawk!
Now that I've crossed 30, this creeping loneliness is starting to register. I've never been one for sappy emotional chatter, but hitting my thirties feels like my hormones rearranged themselves overnight.
...Good thing I lined up something for Friday evening.
That's why I found a new hobby. A fresh interest to redirect my wavering convictions.
The women-only cafe Milf Cafe. Lately, when I'm bored or stressed, I browse it. I'd always avoided community sites—they make you feel like an idiot just by participating—but resistance was futile.
Broken marriages. Husband-bashing and mother-in-law gossip. Oddly, reading this pointless drivel soothes me. Stories of intentional marriage scams or epic failures? Even more comforting.
I got hooked on the cafe, started posting, and ended up chatting with the owner. We clicked surprisingly well—enough to make plans. She had time to spare, so we set a casual tea time for Friday evening.
"Ah, ah! Member-nim, you're Yuarum, right?"
Waiting at the cafe entrance, a woman with a cute bob haircut approaches. Brightly dyed hair that stands out, paired with a youthful style that suits her suit perfectly.
"Uh, and you are... Naeun-ssi?"
"Yes, that's me!"
It was the woman I was meeting today. Unlike my stiff demeanor, she had a soft, cute vibe. Anyone would peg her as the baby-faced one, but hearing she was two years younger than me was a relief.
Still, "How did you recognize me at a glance?"
"Y-yes?! Oh... th-that's..."
She panics at my question. It clicks immediately. When I signed up for the site, they insisted on a photo. That should've been secure, but the owner—her—must've seen it. A peek into why Korea's security is a joke.
Even top corporations get hacked easier than a house with broken windows, so I don't nitpick in a casual setting.
"Wow, incredible—H Corp alum, team leader at your age!"
We snag a quiet table upstairs, away from the crowd. Sipping our safe Americano orders, we chat like refined ladies.
"Nah, it's not that rare these days."
"No, it is! I worked in offices too—I know how rigid the structure is!"
"Heh, is that so."
Naeun. We agreed to drop the formalities today, and we get along great. She's sweet and chatty like in our messages, subtly flattering me. It's obvious she's angling to bond, but it doesn't annoy me—in fact, I lean in.
"So, how much do you make at your job, Naeun?"
I blurt it out and instantly regret it. Am I getting old? The topic's so mundane. And rude, too—
"Oh! As cafe owner salary? Hmm... about this much?"
She flashes her fingers rapid-fire to show the amount.
...A cafe paying that much?
It was a slip, but the figure matched what I make at a big corp. Wondering if cafe owners really rake it in that much—
"Ah, you came! Over here!"
Naeun suddenly stands, waving wildly behind me. Heavy footsteps approach—a broad-shouldered silhouette.
"Ah~ Second floor, huh. Got lost on the first."
"......"
The man approaching from behind. His first impression hits like a truck.
.........What the hell.
Subjectively, objectively—perfect facial features. Broad shoulders filling out his suit just right, not overly tight to show off muscles, which adds appeal. And that sly smile that draws the eye.
His sudden appearance blanks my mind. They say celebrities look different up close—this guy shines.
Handsome enough to be flawless. Exceeds the high standards women at match-making events demand.
Snap.
I scowl. Anger flares.
What? She said she was married—did she call her husband to show off?
Men crashing girls-only meetups? Predictable. His arrival sours my mood instantly.
"I'll head out first."
I stand abruptly to leave, but Naeun grabs me in a panic.
"Wh-where are you going all of a sudden, Yuarum?!"
"Family showed up—joining us would be rude."
"No!? Ah... he's not my husband! This is my boss, so—"
"Hello. I'm Seong Yeongung, president of the Milf Cafe."
Naeun flusters. Meanwhile, the man steps forward with polite words and offers a handshake, blocking my exit.
Cafe president?
I knew the cafe—women-only or not—had a male owner for the money side. Fine, whatever.
But... isn't he too young?
Young. And strikingly handsome—hard to forget at first glance.
"Uh?"
"Ah... y-yes! Team Leader Yuarum from H Corp."
I shake out of courtesy. He awkwardly brushes back his hair as I reluctantly sit back down—me across from Naeun and him.
"So, Mr. President, what brings you here?"
"W-well! The cafe owner has businesses everywhere! Thought you'd hit it off."
Naeun forces the connection like a bad actress. Networking for business benefits, she insists.
Sudden business ally?
Broad connections are great, sure. But this guy's shrouded in cafe rumors. Supposedly some corporate bigwig, but likely exaggerated women's gossip. Probably a con artist.
"Haha, nothing that grand. Just stopped by for a high-class member."
Suspicious guy. Flashy exterior, unknown interior.
...Getting handsomer the more I look.
...Slurp♥
Still, I crack the door open—just a sliver—for new cultured pursuits.
*
"Fast promotion to team leader. Impressive even hearing it again."
"No need to butter me up."
"Just calling impressive impressive."
"......(slurp)"
He plays along perfectly. Licks my ego like he's laying out a welcome mat.
"Cafe's closing soon..."
"Ah! Yeah."
Then drops the pivot. Checks his pricey watch and steps up.
"How about moving to a bar and continuing?"
I flash a smile at his handsome face.
"Sorry. I don't drink."
"...Pardon?"
"Had fun today. See you next time."
They try to hold me, but I leave. No lie—it was enjoyable. No lonely office vibes, just two smooth talkers stroking my ego.
But extending to drinks? Too obvious. I won't deny his looks appeal, but alcohol clouds judgment. Hormones be damned—my resolve holds. I'll keep my distance from men.
I'm satisfied with myself.
...Ugh, sat too long?
Heading out stylishly on the first floor, I detour to the bathroom. Empty inside, so I take the farthest stall for peace, yank down stockings and panties, and plop down.
Trickle, trickle...
The soft stream stops. As I wipe and stand—
Bang!
The door flies open violently.
Rustle, rustle! Thud!
Someone bursts in, slamming the door shut. Must be urgent, I think—
Then, 『Haah, haa... sluuuurp♥ Hng♥』
...weird sounds.
Right next door. Suspicious noises echo wildly.
Click, click.
Not alone. At least two, rubbing skin together.
My suspicion solidifies with a deep male voice.
『Fuu, great work today.』
'...!'
Undeniably a man. In the women's bathroom.
And then—
『Alright, time to fix that thick married pussy of yours.』
Gulp...
The voice from moments ago. Names her, confirming his partner.
Whoever she's with—nailed.
Squelch!
『Nnghat♥』
A woman's lewd cry. So unlike Naeun's sweet tone—pure filth.
Wet flesh slaps, then smack♥ smack♥ building rhythm.
『Fuck, that haughty team leader MILF's so damn bouncy.』
『Heehee, oof♥ Sorry, should've supported better. Not like me...♥』
『Too bad. Was gonna pop that fresh virgin clam and feast on pussy buffet with cute Naeun♥』
『Ugh! Aaang, ahhhhhaaang♥』
Clearly about me.
Her "boss" intro? Heads spin with what they're doing—but hearing my name amid the fucking next door perks my ears.
『Even tonguing her like that, not a single opening?』
"......"
『Fuck, gotta stuff that MILF pussy before it's too late. Explains why she's still a virgin.』
"......"
Judging me behind my back. Virgin status—who told him?—secondary.
That praising face earlier? Just acting. Drops the mask, devours like a whore.
Shits out his lust for that handsome face right here.
But this isn't like office gossip—doesn't piss me off.
Twitch, twitch...♥
My heart pounds wildly. Can't lift my ass off the toilet—too stimulating.
『Fuck, gotta get that team leader bitch blackout drunk and pound her virgin pussy raw. You picked a prime new MILF jotjip for me, Naeun.』
『Nng♥ More, moooore... Pound the boss's cum-dump pussy hard too...♥』
『Of course I'll slurp up my cum-dump cunt even harder!』
『Oho... ooooooh♥』
Clamping my mouth to avoid detection, but they show no signs of stopping. Full throttle now—crude words and moans battering my eardrums.
Wh-what the...
Chills rack me. Beneath me on the toilet—not urine, but slick something drips.
Splurt...♥ Sticky thread-like mucus stretches.