Spoiling the Old Virgin Team Leader on Her Special Day

After losing my virginity in a fit of anger, our meetings became incredibly convenient, just as Yeongung had said. Casual hookups whenever we felt like it—no pressure, no strings attached. Not exactly official dating, but we'd text back and forth and fool around. Hormones raging inside me, I'd send him naughty pics sometimes (...), or we'd trade dirty talk until we got so horny we'd meet up right away for sex.

Ugh, it's about time for a text...

But lately, the messages had been coming less often, and it was stressing me out. With Yeongung, it was once a week if short, or every two weeks if longer—a cycle like clockwork. He must be juggling other women besides me, managing his schedule that way. Not that I was jealous. We both knew and agreed to it from the start. I knew he was a playboy scattering "I love you"s left and right, but in the end, I fell for that handsome face and his sly charm.

"Hoo."

My stance so far had been to play hard to get, pretending to reluctantly give in when he persistently wooed me. If I took the lead, it'd feel like an older woman shamelessly chasing a younger guy. Squirming...♥

But this position was turning toxic over time. Thanks to Yeongung, I'd learned what it felt like to have desire boiling inside, craving release every time—but my solo efforts paled compared to his foreplay. Alone, I was left frustrated and unsatisfied.

Ngh... Just thinking about it makes me want it again...♥

Rubbing my thighs under my desk at work, the heat built up again. I'd thought sex was just sex, nothing special—but it was totally different. Or maybe it was because my only experience was with Yeongung; this guy was definitely one of a kind. The stamina and passion he poured into me all night every time, clinging relentlessly. Riding him until I was drained, shaking like a live fish—it was etched into my body, unforgettable.

"Ngh, ah...♥"

Remembering it only made me want him more. I craved being pinned down, wrists bound, taken from behind. Crushed under that solid muscular weight, pounded senseless♥ Haa... Should I send a naughty pic from the bathroom...?

I was on the verge of losing it. If only he'd text soon—

"Whoa?!"

"!"

A thin, sharp voice startled me, and I froze my rubbing thighs. Fixing my lower half quickly, I stood slowly to check. Peeking over the partition, the department folks were already clustered around Yoon Eunju, the assistant manager (26).

Chattering away amid the bustle.

"Cake delivery?"

"Oh right, Yoon's birthday today."

"What, boyfriend surprise? Prime time for that stuff."

They crowded around a white flour blob. An order-made cake with her name and a big Happy Birthday! message.

"Seriously, I told him not to send stuff to the office..."

"...Is that a cake?"

"Ah! Team Leader Yoo!"

Couldn't ignore the department commotion as the head. Approaching like I was handling it, Yoon awkwardly smiled, trying to downplay.

"Sorry, my boyfriend sent it without asking..."

"A cake, huh."

Another mood-killer topic. I didn't love it, but I wasn't uptight enough to nitpick.

"Well, a quick event like this is fine."

"No, really!"

"I said it's okay."

"No! You'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hate this, Team Leader—I'll put it away quick!"

...This damn bitch?

Yoon Eunju. The fox type women hate most—always picking fights. At first, I thought it was a misunderstanding. Young girls in love, oversensitive hysterics—I tried to brush it off. But no, she was deliberate. Constantly name-dropping her boyfriend, escalating over time. Like she was desperate to flaunt her amazing guy, broadcasting her happiness. That "how rude" look she shot me every time was infuriating. When she'd eye me pityingly like the sad old virgin team leader past her prime, murder bubbled up.

"...It's fine. No need to toss it—might as well share the cake since it's here."

"R-Really?"

"Yes, the mood's already disrupted, so take a short break. I don't like sweets anyway, so don't worry about me."

I held back. Pathetic power plays like this were common in female-heavy offices; I let it slide. Planned to swallow the young bitch's bragging internally, but

"Um..."

Then this timing—another delivery. Quick service or parcels go in the department bin, but this was a walking bouquet. A young florist-aproned guy holding a lush 100-rose bundle, looking lost.

Hah, putting on a real show now.

Scoffing at the blatant flower delivery, but there was a twist.

"Is Yoo Arum here by any chance?"

"!"

My name. Yoon assumed it was hers, face wilting like frostbitten petals. A bit dazed, but the delivery guy floundered awkwardly, so I raised my hand. He hurried over, gently handing the bouquet with a message.

"Looks like from your boyfriend. Card's here."

"Ah..."

A simple card message. Hero? That's just his name... Obvious who sent it, kinda cringy. But it made me chuckle instantly.

"Team Leader Yoo has a boyfriend?!"

"Aw, keeping secrets from us."

"Whoa~ Congrats anyway."

"Ah! N-No, this is..."

Yeongung and I were just mutual benefits—no intent to flaunt. I'd even implied no man in my life at the office to avoid rumors. But he shattered that wall effortlessly, smashing the prejudice I'd built up over years of isolation.

And the result:

"......"

Yoon glaring daggers from her desk, fuming. Jealous I'd stolen the spotlight? Or refusing to believe flashy flowers came for me? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠That venomous glare felt good.

...Just a bit of attention and she's glaring? Shouldn't feel this way, but damn, it was satisfying. Her usual smug nose pressed down flat. Sniff sniff—the fresh red roses smelled divine too. Thought gifts ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠were just nuisances, but receiving them changed everything. Pointless expensive timed plants filling my chest lushly.

After the morning drama, afternoon rolled in. Clock nearing 6:50, folks eyeing early quits.

"Team Leader Yoo!"

"Yeah?"

Flowers on the table, focused on work—Yoon approached. Hands clasped in fake apology, as usual.

"Can I head out a bit early today?"

"...Just 10 minutes till quitting time."

"No, it's my birthday—boyfriend wants me early."

"......"

"He prepped more than the cake, hehe♡"

This bullshit again. Does she think work's her stage? Can't live without rubbing it in. Headache pounding—how'd she even get hired?—but

"Well, special birthday and work's done anyway. Go ahead."

I stepped aside coolly. Confronting her would just feed her delusions of jealousy; not worth engaging. She turned with zero remorse, hands clasped.

"Thanks for understanding—Whoa?!"

"? ...Ah?!"

Glancing back at the fuss, my voice pitched higher. Thought it was a mistake at first—no woman mistakes that face.

"Y-Yeongung? How'd you get here?!"

Seong Yeongung. Casually dressed for a date, scratching his neck shamelessly behind her.

"Ah~ Sorry. Knew it was a security no-go, but I got tired of waiting."

"Exactly! Outsiders banned—how?!"

"Got some connections here. Anyway, take this first."

"Eek?!"

Another dense red rose bouquet thrust forward. Followed by his signature grin.

"Happy birthday, Arum."

"!?"

"H-How'd you know?!"

Department shocked; chills ran down my spine. Info I'd hidden even here—he knew casually. Did he spy at the cafe? My birthday, exposed without permission. Hated birthday parties since school—girls fawning over each other annoyed me; post-debut, I buried it deep. Learned today coincided with Yoon's; grateful for her attention then.

But now,

"Why do this..."

"Figured even your girlfriend's birthday you'd skip?"

"...Whoa!"

Girlfriend bombshell, blatant. He smashed my taboo effortlessly.

"Team Leader's birthday too?!"

"Why hide it..."

"Wow, your man's tall and handsome."

"Th-That... well."

Commotion; hidden fact broadcast, whole department swarmed.

...Honestly, not bad. A man celebrating my birthday felt different. Secret younger lover going all-out with a bold surprise—heart racing nonstop. And he neatly handled the messy situation as an outsider.

"So, everyone—with that, mind if I take Team Leader Yoo early? Got special plans today."

"Go for it!"

"Whew, we'll head out early too."

"...Won't she miss work tomorrow?"

"E-Ehem...!"

Teasing laughs flushed my face. But dragged out by Yeongung, victory buzzed. Especially

"......"

Yoon's stunned blank stare—pure satisfaction. Not my doing, but my hookup showing up personally left her jaw dropped. Figured an old hag like me couldn't snag anyone decent—furious face. From experience, women's top power play: bragging about your man's "quality." Stronger than subtle looks.

Am I just another woman after all...?

Silly, but it felt good. Unplanned, but flashing my man's "level" puffed my shoulders.

Clunk, clunk!

"Mmph, haah—smack♥ Haa, showing up at my office uninvited...♥"

"Couldn't wait anymore. Wanted to play with you ASAP, Arum."

"......♥"

Too excited to hold back, we kissed in the company elevator. Grinding against his already hard bulge while making out, his lip curled slyly.

Ready to go all out today?

♥

Answer: just melting into him. Arm linked with my smitten younger man ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who remembered my birthday on his own.