Making Choi Dajeong My Slave (5)
“No, it’s not that I dislike you, Miyuki...”
Before I could even finish, Miyuki planted her foot on my knee and swung herself up onto my lap like she was mounting a horse.
The pink-haired Japanese waitress with the piercings was dressed in a clean school-uniform-style white short-sleeved blouse and a black formal skirt that was just a little too short. The moment she straddled my thighs, her pale white legs were completely exposed. The black skirt rode up even higher, flashing teasing glimpses of her sexy black panties.
Squish... soft...
Her full breasts pressed right against my chest, the firm, springy softness transmitting straight through. Miyuki the Japanese waitress turned out to be a surprisingly stacked bagel girl with serious curves.
I panicked and gently pushed her back.
“H-hey, Miyuki. You can’t do this in a restaurant.”
“Why not, Oppa? You said you like Miyuki. I want to do this. Oppa, Miyuki’s body is so hot I can’t control it. We just met, but if it’s Oppa it’s okay. Oppa. Oppa, let’s have sex, yeah?”
A Japanese waitress boldly propositioning a male customer for sex inside the restaurant where she worked. She had clearly lost her mind. In other words, the pheromone perfume had maxed out her libido and turned her into a pure sex machine.
When Miyuki ground her private parts against my cock, it sprang up hard on its own and pressed right against her.
“O-Oppa. Oppa wants to eat Miyuki too, right? Hurry...”
This was dangerous. The problem wasn’t that Miyuki was ridiculously sexy—it was that she was throwing herself at me for sex not of her own free will, but because of the pheromone perfume I had sprayed. I had only wanted to test the perfume’s effects. I had zero intention of using it like some sex criminal from my original world to toy with ordinary women who weren’t feminist bitches.
I wrapped my arms around her and stood her up.
“Oppaahhh...... Miyuki. Suki desu yo? (I like you?) Watashi wa kimi to sekkusu shitai!! (I want to have sex with you.)”
Clinging to me, Miyuki poured out a stream of Japanese I couldn’t fully understand. Ugh... A Japanese girl speaking Japanese was fatally sexy to Korean men. Fighting down the urge to pin the pink-haired, pierced, curvy, and ridiculously sexy Miyuki right there, I barely managed to shove her out through the VIP room’s sliding door.
Haa...
The pheromone perfume’s effect was way more lethal than I expected! I only had four uses left. I really had to save them.
Fortunately, once I pushed Miyuki out of the VIP room she stopped making a scene. The perfume seemed to be a very temporary effect that only worked at full power when the target was right next to you. If there weren’t that kind of restriction, just spraying the stuff would let you fuck almost any woman. That level of penalty felt fair.
A moment later my phone buzzed.
Knock knock!
“Your food is ready. May I come in, sir?”
The moment my chat with Manager Dajeong ended, a server knocked on the VIP room door and asked permission to enter.
“Yes, come in.”
This time the server carrying the food was a man. Miyuki must have come to her senses and was too embarrassed to keep serving our VIP room. Honestly, if I had thrown myself at someone like an idiot and then snapped out of it, I wouldn’t be able to show my face either.
Beautifully plated basic dishes began filling the table. The chawanmushi came in a soft celadon-blue cylindrical bowl like Goryeo celadon, filled with shiitake, ginkgo nuts, lily root, and small shrimp. The silky egg and light broth looked incredibly appetizing. The tomato tsukemono sat in a cute glass cup; the reddish round tomatoes looked just like cherries—perfect eye candy for women. The salad arrived in a white porcelain bowl, fresh salmon, minced onion, and chopped cucumber pickles tossed perfectly with balsamic dressing. As expected of an expensive Japanese restaurant, every single dish looked high quality.
Not long after the basic courses were set out, Manager Choi Dajeong slid open the door and walked in. She let out a soft gasp of admiration at the luxurious food already plated at the seats.
“Oh my~ Sihyun. Isn’t this Daraejeong’s most expensive special full-course A? And the sake is my absolute favorite Daiginjo Kiseitsuru. Honey, you’re spending way too much just to drink with me~”
Fucking bitch. When did I ever say I was paying? She was still running on the clueless female logic from the original world—go to a restaurant and the man automatically foots the bill while the woman freeloads like it’s her birthright. She was applying that same logic even in this world. This bitch still hadn’t suffered enough.
“It’s nothing. Please, have a seat first.”
Instead of taking the perfectly good seat across from me, Manager Dajeong plopped down right beside me. She must have drowned herself in perfume; her cheap fragrance completely smothered the aroma of the food. Once seated, she shrugged off the black cardigan she had borrowed from another female coworker. The white blouse underneath was missing a button, and her cow-like massive breasts bounced and jiggled freely into view.
Fucking bitch. This wasn’t a restaurant—it was a hostess bar. Anyone looking would think a room-salon girl was entertaining a client. She could have sewn that button on at the office, but she deliberately left it so she could flash those huge tits at me. Breast attack to seduce me, right? No—not seduce. To toy with me. Exactly the way Manager Choi Dajeong used to treat the original Yu Sihyun. She would radiate pure sex appeal, get a guy all heated up, then the second the mood peaked she would suddenly play coy and cold. That only made the men burn hotter and hang themselves on her. She loved manipulating those guys for information and free sponsorships. Back when I worked at the company in the original world, more than a few male employees had become her slaves, doing whatever she wanted because they couldn’t resist her. In short, she was the office flower snake.
“Oh my. Sihyun. Why are you staring like that? You’re making me shy...”
I deliberately kept staring at her cow-sized breasts with half-lidded eyes. Manager Choi Dajeong, always overflowing with confidence in her sexy body, naturally assumed I was losing my mind over her royal tits. The bitch who was about to become a slave was awfully arrogant.
“Ah, yes. It’s nothing. It’s just that Manager Dajeong looks especially pretty today.”
“Sihyun, you’re embarrassing me saying things like that~”
Even as she said it, she casually linked her arm through mine. Her bouncy, springy breasts pressed firmly against my elbow. She was deliberately rubbing those tits on me.
“Manager Dajeong. Aren’t you sitting a little too close?”
I put on a shy act while looking at her. Manager Choi Dajeong gazed at me with fox-like, seductive eyes and slowly licked her lips.
“Too close? Between us...”
True to her veteran flower-snake skills, she shot me a seductive look and pressed her body even tighter against mine. If this had been the clueless original Yu Sihyun, I would have fallen for her charms without resistance and handed over my liver and gallbladder.
“Aigoo, Manager. You’re sticking so close it’s uncomfortable.”
But the me of this world was different. I lifted my arm, casually broke free of the arm-lock she had been using to grind her royal breasts against me, and scooted a little farther away. The confident, seductive light in Manager Choi Dajeong’s eyes wavered. A man rejecting her skinship was a reaction she had never even imagined. No—it was a male action she simply could not accept. Suddenly the atmosphere flipped: instead of a charming, sexy superior who made every male employee’s heart race, she became the old-fogey boss sexually harassing a subordinate who clearly didn’t want it.
Manager Choi Dajeong’s face froze with pure embarrassment. Her sexy charm wasn’t working? That had never happened once in the original world. It was something that simply must not happen. Right now she was denying the entire situation. Had she somehow gotten older in the meantime? No. In her own eyes, the her of this world was even sexier and more alluring than the original Choi Dajeong. Her only real complaint had been that she was a little short. After coming to this world she was about 178 cm—tall enough to model—with a perfect body. Her breasts and ass had gotten even bigger and firmer. Looking at herself, the Choi Dajeong of this world was flawless. Something was wrong... There was no way her lethal sexy charm could fail to work on a man. Manager Choi Dajeong decided she would somehow seduce this cocky little brat Yu Sihyun who had dared reject her, and turn him into her personal plaything.