Interview Waitroom Disappointment (Part 1)
Chanseob was unemployed. He'd been that way for years, and it still held true.
Fortunately, he knew how to be annoyed about the fact, and after ten or so attempts, he'd somehow squeezed through the document screening of a mid-tier company.
Today would decide whether his long string of unemployment continued or finally snapped.
If he'd been the type of regressor protagonist who never doubted his own success, it would have been nice. But Chanseob's life was still only his first loop, and what he carried in his chest wasn't confidence—it was just butterflies.
Ha, fuck, I feel like I'm gonna puke. I just wanna go home.
Everyone else in the waiting room looked like they'd come fully prepared. All the other applicants.
Everyone else in this world had lived a faithful life and was now finally here to collect their reward.
Chanseob even started thinking he shouldn't be here at all, when he considered how far off the beaten track his own life had been.
Honestly, it was a little weird that someone with his lackluster specs from a mid-tier local university had even made it through the document screening.
Was it some kind of hidden-camera setup?
Chanseob shook his head at his own ridiculous thoughts and pulled out his phone.
Phone use wasn't banned in the waiting room.
Still, no one was using one.
They probably figured staring at a phone during an interview would look unprofessional and could cause problems.
Chanseob felt a twinge of guilt, but not enough to stop him.
If I really cared, I'd have turned my phone off and practiced the expected questions, right? Even just scrolling through interview tips would be better than this.
He muttered back to the little voice in his head, then opened his favorite community.
Of all the channels, the one he checked most was the job-prep one.
Plenty of earnest people there, hunting for real hiring info and sharing tips.
But way more just pretended to be job-prep while they wasted time.
Chanseob felt a quiet sense of relief looking at them.
At least I'm better than those clowns. I've been turning in my resume, and sometimes it actually works.
He scrolled until the thought hit him: he wanted to share how he felt sitting alone in this interview waiting room.
He typed up a post exactly like that.
Title: The Pussy in the Interview Waitroom Makes Me Want to Suck
It looks like a pretty big company. They must have dressed up nice.
When I leave here I'll have to suck a pussy, though.
He snapped a quick photo of the girl next to him and posted it.
The text was nothing special, but it showed he was relaxed enough to scroll on his phone while waiting for an actual interview at a real company.
Even he thought it was kind of pathetic.
But it was enough to let him feel a little pride in being a failed job seeker with zero accomplishments.
Only seconds passed before an idiot commenter jumped in.
Why are you waiting until the end? You could just suck right now.
Are you crazy lol
You'll ruin everyone else's concentration, crazy bitch lol
It's just an interview, right? Why waste time?
Crazy bastard.
Chanseob let out a low hum.
But it's not that bad.
Using a pussy right here is a little gross, sure, but otherwise… maybe it's not so bad?
"Excuse me."
He lowered his voice and tapped the girl's shoulder with a finger.
She jerked her head around with cold, freezing eyes.
Everyone else but me.
Her glare said it all.
"What's up? I'm trying to concentrate here. Do I look like I have time to talk to you when the interview is right in front of me?"
"Oh, sorry. You looked so tempting I was thinking about sucking your cock. Guess I went too far. My bad."
Chanseob started to stand, but she flipped the script.
"Oh, so that's what you meant? Sorry. I thought you were offering out of kindness and I misunderstood."
"No, I could have misunderstood. I was wrong. Anyway, good luck with your interview prep."
"W-wait! What you meant was sucking my cock, right…?"
"I know you're busy preparing for the interview. I wouldn't want to distract you."
"No, no! Distraction? We already finished all the prep before we even got here. Right now the most important thing is peace of mind. And I'm serving your cock while the pussy who's most secure in her job is right here."
She flashed a cute O with her fingers and wagged her tongue at him, clearly trying to sell herself.
Chanseob didn't feel like dragging it out, so he nodded.
"Yeah, right? I'd usually be sucking a pussy I know well, but today the conditions aren't great. Mind helping me out? You know the rules—quiet sucking so no one else gets bothered."
"Of course♥ I really know how to suck your cock quietly and deliciously."
She dropped to her knees right there, peeled his pants down, and looked up at his cock.
Her eyes filled with love for a moment before she swallowed him whole and started sucking.
"……♥ …♥"
She kept it practically silent, exactly as promised—no one would notice.
It wasn't completely quiet, but it was quiet enough to pass as normal office noise.
Mmm…
The girl's skill was decent. It was rough work under the no-sound rule, but she handled it well.
Chanseob pulled out his phone and took a photo of her lips stretched tight around his cock, then posted it to the community.
Title: The Pussy in the Waitroom Doesn't Suck That Bad?
I decided to hold off on real sex in the interview room. This is good enough.
Performance isn't bad. Great for relaxing before something big. Go ahead and try it yourself.
The post got way more reactions than the last one.
Are you actually using your mouth for an interview? Do you not even want the job?
You're such a nuisance. You could ruin everyone else's focus.
OG
Even small things feel huge when the interview is right there.
It's not that bad, but why bother?
Whether you get the job or not is on the line, so looking too relaxed can backfire.
Reactions were mostly negative, but a few supporters were there too.
It's not like the company forbids it in the interview room.
Those rigid old farts who just throw insults when they don't like your setup.
It's a common trick to create a fake time-out right before a big moment. Stop crying about it.
You should've done it earlier then.
Shit, you suck cock so well. Everyone wins in the end.
Overall, more people thought Chanseob was in the wrong, but the "he's not wrong" crowd still had a decent following.
Chanseob didn't care either way.
What's the point of community opinion? It's just hot air in a cup anyway.
Everyone in the community was calling him a nuisance.
But the actual applicants didn't think he was a problem at all.
The men were too busy worrying about their own interviews to care.
The women just looked at the lucky girl with envy—nothing unpleasant.
No one was actually hurt. It was all just internet noise.
That was fine by him.
In real life this would just be annoying. But here? I get to watch the fireworks from across the river.
He even secretly enjoyed being the spark that started the stupid fight.
It wasn't the main reason, but before he could overthink it, he came hard in her mouth.
"……!!"
She sensed it coming and slid him all the way down her throat so the cum hit straight into her stomach.
She stayed completely silent, exactly as needed.
Huuuu…
Relief hit him like a cool breeze.
For the girl, serving cock was the most comforting thing. For the man, maybe the most soothing was finally letting out a warm load of cum.
But not everything had only good sides.
The interview… probably I'll fail. I didn't really study that much anyway.
Reality, which he'd been ignoring, came rushing back into his mind.
The interview is literally right in front of me. Why was I even on the community?
Everything was so messed up—documents were always hard to pass, and even if you got the interview, you still failed.
There wasn't a single thing in this world that stung quite as much as self-doubt.
At the very least, Chanseob didn't throw away the interview on the spot.
Instead, he opened the file on his phone with the expected questions he'd written down.
Even if I win this time, it's better than never trying at all.
"My reason for applying to your company is…"