Making Deputy Manager Choi Dajeong a Slave (9)

On top of that, something had clearly happened between Sihyun and that bitch before I even got here…

The jealousy rose up for no good reason.

Miyuki, the owner of Daraejeong, looked between me and Sihyun and spoke with a shy little smile.

"Oppa. Is that lady over there Sihyun's girlfriend?"

Lady?

This crazy bitch.

I was still only twenty-six, for fuck's sake.

That fucking bitch was scheming, cleverly trying to tear me down right in front of Sihyun.

There was no way my Sihyun was getting stolen by a brat like her.

"Um, Sihyun and I are actually—"

"No. We're just coworkers. Right, Deputy Manager?"

Fuck…

You bastard.

So to you, I'm just a coworker?

I made a harder resolution deep inside.

I was going to fuck that bastard Yu Sihyun tonight no matter what, and make him my boyfriend.

But for now, I had to take a step back.

"Ah— yes? Yes…"

Miyuki, the pink-haired, tattooed owner of Daraejeong, let out a breath of relief and flashed a bright, refreshing smile.

Even as a woman, I had to admit she was pretty enough to fall for—fairy-like, a Japanese girl that beautiful.

The thought that a girl that pretty and that rich was after Sihyun filled me with a jealousy and unease I couldn't stand.

"Ah, really? Oppa. What a relief. Um, Oppa—could I get your number? I haven't been in Korea very long, so I don't know the country well. When you have time, could you show me around a little?"

Sihyun smiled cutely and gave Miyuki his KakaoTalk ID.

Fuck.

Yu Sihyun.

You were doing that on purpose to make me jealous, weren't you?

"Here you go. But Miyuki, if you're the owner of Daraejeong, why are you waiting tables?"

"Ah, yes. My grandfather says you have to learn every hard job from the bottom up if you want to become a true businessperson. So on Mondays I learn how to wait tables. That way I can understand how hard it is for the serving staff—what they struggle with."

"Wow. That can't be easy. That's impressive, Miyuki."

"Not at all, Oppa. Hehe."

Listening to Sihyun and Miyuki talk, the rage boiling up inside me became impossible to hold back.

"Excuse me. I understand that side of the table is the owner of this restaurant, but we're in the middle of a meal discussing company business, and you're interrupting. So would you mind leaving?"

The pink-haired, tattooed Miyuki fixed me with a look that was nothing like the one she gave Sihyun—cold enough to freeze.

Meeting her eyes, I felt a strange chill, as if a draft of cold air had cut straight through me.

"You're right. Oppa. I'm sorry for the interruption. I'll send you my KakaoTalk. And for the meal today—I was rude to Oppa, so everything is on the house. Order anything else you need. Miyuki will take care of all of it for Oppa, free of charge."

That fucking bitch.

Trying to seduce my Sihyun with money?

Since she was offering it free, of course I wasn't going to pay—but she was still an extremely annoying, grating little bitch.

The sliding door of the VIP room shut with a sharp ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clack, and once that fucking bitch Miyuki was gone, Sihyun and I were alone again in our private little space.

"Sihyun, let's get out of here. I can't stand another second of this place because of that pink-haired Japanese bitch."

Sihyun rose from his seat.

"Alright, Deputy Manager Dajeong. Honestly, I've had enough to drink and I'm full, so I was hoping to go home and rest anyway."

I took hold of Sihyun's pale wrist, eyes gleaming with seduction.

"I said let's leave here. When did I say we should each go home?"

Sihyun looked at me with a faintly frightened expression.

"What? Then where else are we supposed to go? I'm tired and I want to rest. I have to go to work tomorrow, too."

Yu Sihyun.

Where the hell did you think you were running off to.

You weren't getting away from me tonight.

I seized Sihyun's wrist and dragged him along by force.

"We're going somewhere to rest. So stop worrying, just trust me and follow."

The thought of playing with cute little Sihyun made my chest swell and go hard with excitement.

Haaah…

Ever since I was little, getting turned on made my erogenous zone—my breasts—go stiff. It was an old habit.

When they got hard like this, even the lightest touch on my chest made my whole body so sensitive I'd climax on the spot.

"It's late. Where else are you trying to go? I want to go home."

Sihyun shook off my hand and strode ahead.

I already had the meat on the hook. There was no way I was letting it get away.

I slammed him into the wall with a heavy thud.

Then I clamped a hand tight around Sihyun's slender throat and spoke in a cold voice.

"Stop throwing a tantrum and come along quietly. If it were up to me, I'd fuck you right here and now—but I'm holding back a lot, so understand?"

With my hand on his throat, Sihyun made pitiful little choking sounds.

Then, with those big eyes like a frightened ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠puppy, he looked up at me and nodded.

Cute little thing.

The thought of spending the whole night fucking Sihyun's cock made me so excited my face flushed red-hot.

I turned over in my mind where I should take him.

Tonight I wanted to torment Sihyun a little specially.

I pictured him whining and thrashing while I sat on his face and ground against him.

I was so desperate to fuck him already that my heart was racing.

I grabbed Sihyun's wrist roughly and hauled him outside.

The pink-haired Japanese bitch called out a greeting as she watched us.

"Leaving already, Oppa? Stay a little longer."

No—more precisely, she wasn't looking at us. She was looking at Sihyun.

Foxy little bitch.

How dare she try to steal my Sihyun.

I answered coldly.

"Ah, yes. We have a meeting tomorrow morning, so we need to go. You said you'd cover the bill, so we can just leave, right?"

"Ah. Yes. Oppa. Come again next time. I'll give you lots of free service next time too."

This fucking bitch acted like she couldn't hear a word I said—straight-up ignored me.

No matter how much that bitch tried to play cute with my Sihyun, tonight Sihyun was mine.

I yanked open Daraejeong's glass door in irritation and dragged Sihyun to the car.

Sihyun looked at my car, then at me with uneasy eyes.

"Deputy Manager Dajeong. We're going by car? Where are we going?"

I shoved Sihyun into the passenger seat without ceremony and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠buckled his seatbelt for him.

"You'll find out when we get there. Why are you so curious. Don't I always take care of things properly? Sihyun, you just follow where I lead. Then nothing bad will happen."

Sihyun glanced around nervously.

If I wasted any more time, he looked ready to unbuckle and bolt, so I started the engine.

The engine rumbled to life with a low growl.

My baby was a cute Volkswagen New Beetle.

Painted pink, it matched my cute, seductive image perfectly.

But I'd been driving this car too long, and I was starting to get sick of it.

That fucking bitch Vice President Kim Dasom.

She got to drive a Lamborghini Huracán, and I was stuck with a Volkswagen New Beetle?

Next time I saw her, I was going to demand at least a Mercedes S-Class.

If I was going to be picking Sihyun up and driving him around a lot from now on, a bigger car would be better anyway.

Sihyun sat in the passenger seat, watching my face and trying to figure out where we were headed.

To put him at ease, I put on some music.

As luck would have it, Brown Eyed Girls' hit "Just Drive" came on.

Listening to the song, driving the cool night streets with cute, handsome Sihyun beside me—it felt like every bit of stress I'd been carrying melted away.

So this was what it felt like, driving alone at night with someone you liked.

Truthfully, in all the years I'd been alive, there hadn't been a single person I'd genuinely cared for.

Just men I met to use.

In high spirits, I looked over at Sihyun.

"Sihyun. Doesn't a night drive feel good? With music and everything."

Sihyun's reaction was still lukewarm.

I kept my left hand on the wheel and reached over with my right to stroke his firm, springy thigh.

Sihyun, who'd been looking at his phone, snapped his head toward me with startled rabbit eyes.

"Why are you doing that. Even in the car."

"Why, what's wrong with it. You like it when I touch you, don't you, Sihyun. Don't you?"

"Of course not. Can't you just take me home already? Deputy Manager Dajeong?"

Innocent little Sihyun.

Throwing such a cute tantrum.

I stroked his thigh even more openly.

"We're almost there. Sihyun. Just a little farther."

Like the five-year veteran best driver I was, I steered the Volkswagen smoothly into the underground parking garage.

It was in a secluded spot, which meant fewer eyes on us—and more importantly, it was newly built, clean, with excellent facilities.

Tonight, of all nights, there were almost no empty spaces.

Most of the parking shutters were already down.

But with catlike eyes ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I found a spot no one else had claimed yet.

The tires squealed as I parked, and I spoke to Sihyun, who was looking around trying to figure out where we were.

"Sihyun. We're here. Let's go."

"Deputy Manager Dajeong. Where is this? It's dark and empty. I'm scared."

"Don't worry. Take my hand and follow me."

I snatched Sihyun's hand and pulled him out of the car.

Then, still holding his hand, I led him up the dark stairs.

A familiar machine came into view.

I smoothly pulled cash from my wallet and fed it into the machine.

With a heavy clunk, the money went in, and of course the door unlocked.

I turned the handle, opened it, and shoved Sihyun inside by the arm.

"It's pitch black, Deputy Manager Dajeong."

Sihyun had clearly never been somewhere like this and couldn't adjust.

I closed the door with a leisurely smile and a solid bang.

"Sihyun. Don't be so tense. First time, huh? A place like this?"

Then I whispered against his ear and flipped the switch.

A soft click.

And just as I'd expected—

A big king-size bed and a large bathtub set inside a cage of iron bars.

And…

Whips and handcuffs. Candle wax. Dildos. Vibrators.

All kinds of fun little toys, decorated to match the concept of an unmanned SM motel.

Sihyun clapped a hand over his own mouth in shock and stared at me with terrified eyes.

I stroked his firm little ass and whispered seductively into his ear.

"Don't worry, Sihyun. I'll play with you carefully. I won't hurt you."