Chapter 140: Leak
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 140: Leak
“…Ugh, I’m exhausted.”
Since I’d been stuck in Building A since dawn because of Seo Ye-rin, my rest schedule was bound to be a mess.
I originally planned to head straight back to the dorms, but the internal shuttle buses had stopped running for the night, so I decided to crash in the staff lounge.
It was a stroke of luck that I’d kept a spare uniform here just in case.
After snacking on some crackers I found inside, I sat down in a massage chair and closed my eyes. I must have drifted off for about thirty minutes.
“So, this is where you were.”
At the sound of a familiar voice, my heavy eyelids slowly fluttered open.
“Mmm?”
It wasn't the "young chaebol" look she’d worn for the movie shoot earlier; Seo Ye-rin was back in her Dae-Han-Dang uniform.
Since this was the look I was more used to, she felt familiar, but her presence here was also a bit baffling.
“What are you doing here?”
I checked the time on my phone; only about an hour had passed.
They said the shoot would go on all night, so it should have been nowhere near finished.
“It ended early. I didn't have many scenes to begin with, and my lines were short. Besides, I’m a natural talent.”
I never thought the day would come when I’d actually acknowledge Seo Ye-rin’s talent.
“Is this really the same Seo Ye-rin who used to be nothing but a living mannequin? Truly magnificent. My heart is swelling with pride.”
I managed to squeeze out a compliment through my gravelly, sleep-deprived throat, but my fatigue hadn't vanished.
I’d only slept for an hour, so I tried to close my eyes again, but Ye-rin gave me a sharp poke.
“Ow!”
Wondering what she wanted, I opened my eyes to find her striking a peculiar pose.
Like a professional model, she had one hand behind her neck and the other behind her waist, a posture that emphasized her hips and chest.
The vibe didn't quite match the elegant Dae-Han-Dang attire, but that contrast only added a strange sense of immorality to the scene.
“I haven't showered yet,” I said, just putting it out there.
“And?”
I expected as much. Seeing her smile as if it didn't matter, I glanced toward the entrance.
“What if someone walks in?”
“At this hour?”
She had a point.
Listening to us now, it might seem like I was the one reluctant to do this.
But it was the opposite.
Blood was already rushing south, and a stunning woman was right in front of me, tempting me.
I was simply trying to eliminate any possibility of being interrupted before we started.
“Acting isn't the only thing I’m talented at.”
As she approached, she lightly rested her hand on my lap. I tried to stand up from the massage chair, but she stopped me.
Instead, Ye-rin knelt on the floor in front of me and let out a hot breath.
“Young Master, please. I shouldn't do this anymore.”
“…What’s with the concept?”
“Doesn't this kind of thing turn you on?”
“You’re saying you shouldn't, but you’re the one taking my clothes off.”
“Because the Young Master ordered me to.”
I really hate being called "Young Master."
But surprisingly, it was also pretty hot.
“Blow me.”
When I played along and gave the order with a tilt of my chin, her cheeks flushed. She pulled down my pants and—
“Ah, Young Maaaaster.”
With a sultry voice and hot breath, she slowly began her service.
* * *
“Hwaaaa-yawn. Hey, I brought it.”
Yoo Ah-rin let out a long yawn and pounded on the lounge door.
She had come into work an hour early, so the hallway was almost empty.
Normally, it might have been a bit creepy, but she was too sleepy to care about that right now.
Thud! Bang!
“Huh?”
At the sudden, violent noise coming from inside the room, Yoo Ah-rin forced her sleepy eyes open, wondering what was going on.
“Hey, what is it? You said you forgot your uniform because of the shoot.”
“H-hyah?! Ah-rin! You’re here! Just a sec-ooond!”
“What do you mean 'just a second'? Why is the lounge door locked? Open up, I want to sleep a bit before my shift.”
“Wait! Just a moment!”
What is wrong with her?
Yoo Ah-rin stood there with her forehead pressed against the door, dozing off again. It was only after several minutes that the door finally opened.
“A-Ah-rin! You’re here! Th-thank you so much!”
There stood Seo Ye-rin, drenched in sweat and wearing her uniform.
“What the—you have your uniform on…”
She had it on, but it barely counted.
Her white dress shirt was so damp it was practically translucent; if you looked closely, you could see right through it.
Furthermore…
Because of the transparency, various parts of her body were visible—including some very strange marks.
“I-I’m going to go change in the locker room, okay? Thanks again, Ah-rin!”
Finally, the way Seo Ye-rin walked toward the locker room with the bag of clothes was suspicious.
She was staggering slightly, leaning against the wall for support and walking with her back hunched.
“…”
Sensing something was off, Yoo Ah-rin stepped into the lounge. The ventilation fan was running at full blast, and the room was heavily sprayed with a phytoncide-scented deodorizer.
It was the stuff kept there for staff to use if their clothes smelled like food.
But even that couldn't mask the thick, heavy air in the room.
As she walked further in, she saw someone sitting in the massage chair.
His face was covered with a jacket.
“Zzzzzzzzz.”
He was snoring loudly.
No, he was pretending to sleep.
“And why are you here?”
“Zzzzzzzzz-honk.”
“Do you really think you’re hiding anything right now?”
“Zzzzzzzzz.”
“Stop messing around before I kill you, Kim Woo-jin.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Kim Woo-jin lowered the blazer covering his face and greeted her with his eyes.
Yoo Ah-rin grit her teeth and stomped toward him.
“I helped you two get along better, but I didn't expect things to progress this radically.”
“Kids these days are fast at everything, you know.”
“Since what time have you been at it?”
Kim Woo-jin glanced at his watch.
“Since four—”
“Four? For two hours?”
“—hours ago, I think.”
“…”
It was 6:00 AM now, which meant they’d been at it since 2:00 AM.
Yoo Ah-rin stared blankly at Kim Woo-jin’s crotch, then slapped her forehead and sighed.
“Do you have no self-control? How are you going to work?”
“I can manage.”
He stood up abruptly, and she was actually a bit surprised to see that he looked perfectly fine.
It was a stark contrast to Seo Ye-rin, who had hobbled away.
“Are those specific muscles just that well-developed?”
“…It’s because I’ve been diligent with my home training.”
Since Kim Woo-jin had been working out consistently even here, his stamina was quite impressive.
He might not be a match for Choi I-seo yet, but in terms of pure endurance, he was probably on par with Yoo Ah-rin now.
“Ah, but I am really tired.”
Kim Woo-jin flopped back into the massage chair and closed his eyes.
His sheer audacity was beyond absurd.
“You’re just going to brush it off like that?”
When Yoo Ah-rin snapped at him in annoyance, Kim Woo-jin patted the seat next to him.
“Come sit here. Let’s just sleep for an hour.”
“You want me to sleep here? In the spot where you and Ye-rin were just sucking and licking each other?”
“I’m just really exhausted. You can scold me later, okay?”
Kim Woo-jin even added a little whine to his voice. Pouting, Yoo Ah-rin trudged over and sat down beside him.
“Give me your hand.”
“Why is this bastard so smooth? It’s disgusting.”
Kim Woo-jin extended his hand over the armrest.
Despite her annoyance, Yoo Ah-rin took his hand. The two of them, feeling only the warmth of each other's palms in the silence and darkness, began a short nap—
“Woo-jin! Where are my panties?!”
“Ah, in my pock—”
Thud!
“Agh! W-wait! That hurts!”
Thud! Thud! Thud!
“A-Ah-rin! I said it hurts!”
Yoo Ah-rin was fuming, repeatedly slamming Kim Woo-jin’s hand down onto the armrest.
* * *
It wasn't unexpected.
In fact, it was only natural.
After sleeping for about an hour in the lounge while holding hands with Yoo Ah-rin, I went to work.
The Room Service office was cleaned to a mirror shine, and the Assistant Managers were already all there, standing stiffly and looking nervous.
Even the kitchen linked to Room Service looked unusually spotless.
“Y-you’re here! Woo-jin!”
The Section Chief, who had been taking orders, saw me and ran over with open arms.
Since Department Head Lee Chan-song was unable to work, the Section Chief was currently the highest-ranking person in Room Service.
Seeing him welcome me with such a bright, forced smile, I couldn't even muster a hollow laugh.
He was trying to act natural by calling me "Woo-jin," but his voice was trembling and he kept glancing at me nervously. It was clear my identity had been leaked.
Well, if they found out the Chairman’s son was working as a part-timer, there was no way they could stay calm.
The directors probably pressured them to treat me as well as possible while pretending they didn't know.
“Yawn.”
While these middle-aged men were trembling and walking on eggshells around me, Yoo Ah-rin—the one who had actually hit me—was casually yawning beside me.
“Sleeping while holding hands was nice. Should we do it again next time?”
“As long as you don't slam my hand into the armrest?”
“You should praise me for holding back from beating you to death.”
Good job, you crazy bitch.
Anyway.
I couldn't let these office workers, who clearly had zero talent for acting, suffer any longer.
“I’m quitting.”
I decided to make a clean break and quit the part-time job.
* * *
Goodbyes always come suddenly.
I still had about a week left of my scheduled stay at Gold One, but I ended up leaving unintentionally.
Now, I was back at the dorm, packing my things.
The only silver lining was that the peak season was winding down, so my absence wouldn't cause any major issues.
Since I was quitting so abruptly, I was worried the remaining staff might face some unfair treatment, so I made a separate request to my Big Hyung to look out for them.
“It’s a shame.”
Since I’d been living in the living room without a private room, I didn't have much luggage, so packing was quick.
I figured I should at least see my roommates' faces before I left, so I took a short nap.
“Woo-jiiiin!”
A few hours later, a swarm of men burst into the room.
Jegal Jae-min and Min Dong-geon from Seshin Kang University.
And Oh Dae-sang, who went to the same university but was a bit older.
Finally, even the handsome Jeong Chan-woo arrived, looking frantic.
“Ah, hey guys.”
Seeing them rush over so desperately to see me off made me feel like I hadn't lived my life all wrong.
Just as I was about to spread my arms and embrace the sadness of the upcoming parting…
A tackle filled with the combined rage of Jegal Jae-min and Min Dong-geon slammed into me.
“Oof!”
I was sent flying back onto the sofa.
“You son of a bitch! Was it good? Huh? Was it that great doing it with a girl?!”
“Fuuuuuuck! I thought I’d at least graduate from virginity before Woo-jin! God dammit!”
“What are you talking about?”
I asked with a dazed expression, wondering what this sudden outburst was about. Chan-woo scratched his cheek and answered.
“Word is you got caught having sex with a female employee in the lounge and got fired.”
“…Who said that?”
I had a guilty conscience, but that was a ridiculous exaggeration. When I asked again, Chan-woo hesitated before speaking.
“Ah-rin did.”
…
……
Right.
So that’s how she’s playing it?
I get it. It’s a hassle to explain that I’m the son of the parent company’s Chairman, so she just linked my quitting to what happened today.
I can accept that.
“Was it good?! Was it? How did her skin feel? Was it soft?”
“W-was it tight? Was it grippy? Was it delicious?”
“Ugh, guys. That’s private.”
Dae-sang, being the oldest, tried to restrain the Seshin Kang duo, but…
“No, Hyung-nim.”
I waved him off and shook my head.
“You peasants, go bring whatever alcohol is left in the fridge.”
Today, I shall teach you what it means to be an adult.
* * *
“So, you’re really leaving.”
7:00 PM.
After a final farewell party with the guys, I was waiting for the bus back home.
The guys told me to stay one more night, but since I wasn't an employee anymore, it felt wrong to crash in the staff dorms.
I’d left a message for the girls, but I’d be seeing them at university anyway.
“Phew.”
As I waited for the bus and enjoyed my last night at Gold One…
Vibrate!
A message arrived.
Out of nowhere, she was summoning me. I replied with a smile.
I tried to keep the mood light by teasing her, but…
The video Yoo Ah-rin sent…
Was of me, from just two hours ago.
— “So, I put her in handcuffs, right? Then I made her lie face down on the bed and just forced it in.”
— “Whoaaa!”
— “Then you can see her butt shaking like crazy from the shock. Right? That’s when you start thrusting your hips. She bites the blanket to keep from screaming, and that’s what makes it so hot.”
— “Once she’s used to it? You stand on your tiptoes and pull out slowly, like you’re scraping the inside. Since you’re hitting the top, she feels it like crazy. She tries to hold it in by standing on her tiptoes too, and her butt just follows you back.”
— “That’s when you give her a good slap on the ass…!”
— “Hyung-nim! Who the hell did you do that with?!”
— “You’re not just telling us a story from a porn you watched, right?!”
— “You idiots! I can’t tell you who it was! Just listen and learn.”
Then the video showed me grabbing a pillow and vigorously thrusting my hips.
Hmm, I really was a madman.
I’d been tipsy from the alcohol, and I was a bit annoyed at Yoo Ah-rin for making everyone think I was fired for having sex, so I’d shared the story while keeping the identity anonymous.
“…”
The bus arrived, but I turned around and walked back into the hotel.
If I ran away now, there was no telling what would happen later.
After sending that, I immediately made a phone call.
“You gay-ass bastard! You recorded that?!”
— “I-I’m not gay!”
I called the handsome traitor, Jeong Chan-woo. He sounded flustered but started explaining himself.
— “I-I mean, Ah-rin likes you, right? So I thought it would be good for her to know your fetishes or how you like to do it…”
I see.
But the problem is that the "experience" I shared was actually about Yoo Ah-rin.
You told the one person I should never have told.
“Just for that?! Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Huh? Do you?! You’re not my friend anymore, you bastard!”
As I shouted and blamed Chan-woo, he didn't back down.
— “I’m suffering because of you too! Do you know why the girl I was seeing broke up with me?! It’s because some weird rumor started that I’m gay!”
“…”
— “And because you gave that guy my number, that bald guy keeps calling me! Asking if I’ve deleted his number yet!”
“…”
— “I really like girls! But the girls at the place where I work think I’m gay and won’t meet me!”
“…”
— “Drop dead, Kim Woo-jin! Just die! I hope Ah-rin sees that video and gets totally disgusted by you!”
“I’m sorry. I’ll buy you some ointment later.”
— “What ointment?”
“For your butt.”
— “…”
“I probably can’t apply it for you, though.”
— “Just die. Die twice.”
We were a group that crossed the line as naturally as breathing.