The Common Sense Altered Interviewee Warms Her Womb to Melt Her Tension - 4 (Complete)
Rule 1: Satisfying the protagonist and following his orders is the top priority.
Rule 2: No matter what words or actions the protagonist takes, others hold no aversion or ill will towards them.
Rule 3: The protagonist's opinions are the truth, and no one holds any doubts about them.
The cool air, the wide desk, and the three interviewers seated behind it. Their gazes turned toward us. Their faces showed no emotion whatsoever.
Their eyes settled on the naked man and on me, clinging to his arms, wearing only a bra with my lower body completely exposed.
“E-excuse me! I’m number seventeen, Park Jimin!”
I did it. I looked the interviewers in the eye, smiled, and greeted them in a loud, clear voice. The basics of making a good first impression.
Yet for some reason they simply stared at us with mild confusion for a moment before replying without much reaction.
“Yes, nice to meet you. Please come in.”
Well, that much was only common courtesy in the working world…
The middle-aged male interviewer in the center spoke.
“You may sit here.”
The place he indicated was a single chair positioned directly opposite the interviewers.
He walked toward it while still holding me. With every step his feet took, the thick length buried deep inside me shifted and throbbed. I could feel the slick trickle of our mixed fluids leaking out.
We sat down. He took the chair first, and I settled on top of him.
My knees pressed against the hard edges of the seat. I straddled his thick thighs, hands folded politely in front of me. The place where my ass met his crotch was fully visible, our bodies joined without shame.
He then wrapped both arms around my belly, hands overlapping as if to cover my navel, holding me securely. My legs felt a little awkward, but I had never felt more stable in any interview before.
As long as his warmth remained inside me, I was not alone. We were one.
“All right, now that we’re ready, let’s begin.”
The center interviewer flipped through my résumé.
“Miss Park Jimin. Could you please give us a brief self-introduction?”
His cheek rested warmly against mine.
“Go ahead,” he whispered into my ear. His breath tickled my skin.
I took a deep breath. I could feel his breathing, the steady beat of his heart against my back.
“Hello. I am applicant number seventeen… haa, Park Jimin.”
My voice wouldn’t come out properly, so I moved my lips again. Even though my mouth wasn’t dry, my throat felt parched.
“In university I majored in sociology. In general, regarding human rights… ahh!”
My voice carried far less tension than usual.
Occasional moans slipped out from the unfamiliar pleasure, but that was far more pleasant to listen to than the stuttering caused by nerves.
The words I had stumbled over no matter how many times I practiced now flowed out at least like those of a normal person.
Maybe I can do this. Hope bloomed inside me.
After the simple introduction, the Q&A continued alongside sweet moans. Every question was within my expectations. I delivered my prepared answers smoothly.
The interviewers’ expressions were favorable.
I can do this.
Because my belly is so warm.
I can definitely do this.
“Miss Park Jimin.”
The stern-faced female interviewer on the left spoke for the first time.
“We already know the strengths listed on your résumé. What we want to know is the strength of the person named Park Jimin. That’s why we meet face-to-face like this.
“But right now I don’t feel like I’m actually talking to you. It feels like you’re just reciting memorized lines, doesn’t it?”
“Pardon…? Ah, that is…”
This was a question I hadn’t anticipated.
“I’ll give you one chance. Tell us honestly about a strength you gained from your life as Park Jimin.”
The other two interviewers nodded in agreement.
My mind went blank.
The silence stretching second by second felt like an eternity.
The interviewers’ eyes gradually turned into the ones I had seen countless times before.
The eyes from the other companies that had rejected me, from my old boss, from my parents. Eyes that had lost faith.
So I really can’t do it after all. Even with this wonderful person’s help, I still can’t?
“You can do it.”
His whisper rang directly inside my brain.
“Jimin, you can do it.”
His hands moved to cup each of my breasts.
The hot presence buried deep inside me made me look at myself again.
That’s right. It wasn’t a question of whether I could or couldn’t. This man was helping me. This man was supporting me. This man was inside me.
I would do it. Because he wanted me to. I absolutely, absolutely did not want to betray his faith in me.
I lifted my head and met the interviewers’ eyes head-on.
“I am a person made only of weaknesses.”
My voice was far more resolute and confident than before.
The interviewers paused, caught off guard by the unexpected answer, and stared straight at me.
“I’m not particularly smart, I don’t have any special talents, and above all, I’m terrified of dealing with other people.”
I continued. Every single syllable carried determination.
“Even so, I have challenged the world again and again. No matter how frightening it was, I never stopped.”
Every cell in my body burned with resolve.
“And I will keep challenging it in the future. I will never give up on myself. That is my strength.”
The folds of my inner walls gripping him transmitted that same determination.
“Ugh, w-wait. It’s getting too tight…”
A groan came from behind me. Deep, urgent, unrestrained. I felt his chest press tight against my back, then expand, his heartbeat transmitting clearly along with it.
The warmest heat yet spread fully through my belly. Hot liquid flowed down my inner walls, making his presence inside me even more vivid.
The warmth echoed all the way to my core. His hands squeezed my breasts tighter. His arms flexed, muscles rising taut. His ragged breaths as he steadied himself soaked into the nape of my neck.
“Haa…”
A moan escaped me before I could stop it. The satisfaction of being filled completely by him. The sense of accomplishment at overcoming an unexpected situation. The faint thrill of being one with him in front of the interviewers. All of it mixed into a complex vortex of emotion that clung stickily to my body.
Accepting every sensation, my answers continued to flow.
Nothing frightened me anymore.
The interviewers’ eyes began to change. Light returned to their gazes.
It was an expression I hadn’t seen in a very long time.
“Thank you for your time. You may leave now.”
Even as we left the interview room, we remained one. Every time his footsteps echoed on the marble floor, I felt the hot liquid still inside me trickle down my walls.
When we returned to the waiting room, he silently and carefully lowered my legs. We separated into two once more. The feeling of my feet touching the ground felt strangely awkward.
Even though the time we had been one had been less than an hour, an emptiness like part of my body had been severed wrapped around me. His shaft, still glistening with our mixed fluids, proved we had truly been one.
After straightening my clothes and leaving the building, the brilliant sunlight painted the world differently. The light that had felt cold and threatening earlier now seemed to wrap me in gentle warmth.
The streetlamps and the faces of passersby all looked vivid and soft. My shoulders, which had been hunched with tension, relaxed. I felt my back straighten. It seemed I could do anything now.
“You worked hard, Jimin.”
His voice was as warm as sunlight. His naked body glowed even brighter in the light. Droplets of sweat sparkled on his shoulders and chest.
“I hope you pass the interview.”
“Yes… but…”
I placed a hand over my heart.
“Even if I don’t pass, it’s okay. I can challenge myself as many times as I need. I can do it. I’m fine now.”
I felt the hot liquid sliding down between my thighs.
I bowed deeply in a polite gesture of gratitude.
“Um… today was truly… truly thank you so much!”
He simply nodded. I looked up at him with confidence. In his eyes I saw my own reflection—a woman who had grown, brimming with self-assurance. Yet a single worry remained in the corner of my heart.
After receiving such tremendous help, how could I possibly repay this kindness?
“Is there anything I can do for you in return?”
My voice trembled slightly.
“What? It really wasn’t much.”
A faint smile rose to his lips.
This was troubling. I didn’t want to live with that kind of lifelong regret.
“Still… isn’t there something? Anything at all. I really want to repay you somehow.”
He gazed at me for a long moment. His eyes drifted down to my lower belly, then returned to mine.
“If you insist…”
He spoke in a light tone, as if asking me to buy him a meal someday.
“Then if you become pregnant with my child, please give birth and raise the baby with love and responsibility.”
…!
What a pure wish. To repay kindness by raising his child—what a perfect form of repayment.
The warmth I had felt inside my body might now become the warmth of my entire life. My heart began to pound again at the thought.
Raising his child would be like keeping his warmth with me forever. The last gift he had left inside me would live and breathe in the form of a child.
Where could there be a more noble way to repay him? A warm energy rose once more from deep within my belly.
“Yes! I promise!”
I smiled brightly. How long had it been since I made an expression like this? This was not merely a smile of gratitude. It was a vow. A promise for life.
After exchanging simple contact information so he could let me know the interview results later, he left exactly as he had appeared—naked.
He was surely going to help someone else now.
I stroked my lower belly and waved until his naked figure disappeared from sight.
All the while, I prayed that my egg would open its heart to him just as I had today.
And that someday, when my belly grew round, I would meet him again… and that he would once more stroke me with that same gentle warmth…
Several weeks later, at night, in the Presidential Suite at Seoul ## Hotel.
Having lived diligently once again today, I lay sprawled across the enormous bed.
It was made of one-hundred-percent Swiss wool or some such highest-grade mattress, but honestly I couldn’t tell the difference. As long as it was reasonably soft and warm, that was enough.
“Sir, are the temperature, humidity, and pressure inside your vagina satisfactory?”
The hotel’s exclusive manager, squatting over my crotch, spoke with a smile that could have come straight from a training manual while skillfully bouncing on me.
“Ah, yeah. Much better than last time.”
Well, the service had been so terrible on my previous visit that I had complained loudly. It was about time she improved. In a luxury hotel like this, it was only natural for room service to include vaginal ejaculation. Even if I wasn’t paying.
“We sincerely apologize for last time. I will maintain the current pace and continue stimulating you slowly. If you feel the urge to ejaculate, please feel free to release inside me.
If there is anything uncomfortable, please let me know at any time.”
But once they became skilled, I started getting bored. That was always the problem. Simple physical pleasure was no longer enough to satisfy me.
Even a refined palate could become a problem.
With that thought, I listened to her with half an ear and stared absently at her breasts bouncing rhythmically up and down.
“Excuse me. Sir, there is a call on your phone…”
The other employee who had been waiting in the back to serve as the Toilet carefully held out my phone.
Park Jimin. I didn’t recognize the name at first. Who was that? Only after seeing the KakaoTalk profile picture did I vaguely remember. Ah, right. The sixty-five-point girl whose interview I had helped with. That had been quite entertaining after a long while.
In the photo attached to the message, she was beaming with a wide smile while holding up a pregnancy test with two clear lines.
Even through the cold screen, her genuine joy seemed to radiate outward. I let out a chuckle despite myself.
Well, if she was happy, that was fine. Hmm…? But if she was pregnant, wouldn’t she have trouble working? Whatever. I had helped her that much; she could figure out the rest herself.
Occasionally doing a good deed wasn’t so bad.
“It looks like something good happened. Your magnificent penis has grown even harder.”
She really was suited to be a manager at a place like this at such a young age. Her observation skills were sharp, not just with her eyes but with her body as well.
This was it. Not simple instant physical pleasure, but the complex catharsis of savoring a main dish at a fine-dining restaurant.
Savoring that long-missed pleasure like a gourmet, I lifted my head from the pillow and looked at the manager.
“No, it’s nothing much. Someone I played with briefly before just contacted me. Says she’s pregnant with my child.”
“Oh my, really? Congratulations from the bottom of my heart. She is truly blessed! If you’d like, shall I introduce you to our hotel’s wedding service, which boasts the highest satisfaction rate?”
“Ah, no. We’re not that close. Anyway, I want to cum soon, so go faster.”
“Ah, yes! Then please excuse me for a moment while I use my breasts.”
Still squatting, she leaned forward, assuming a precarious spider-like posture on all fours above me.
Her gravity-pulled, elastic breasts hung in a W shape, softly pressing against my stomach. The scent of soap and honey from her flowing hair mixed with the obscene aroma and invaded my nose.
Her bouncing grew violently vulgar. Her black hair swayed as her thighs trembled like they were convulsing, and the afterimages of her pale, jiggling skin lingered in my vision.
It was coming—the sensation of pleasure seeping into my marrow. This thrill, like hot honey slowly dripping down my spine. In moments like this, I felt I would never grow tired of it for the rest of my life.
Her breasts danced with rhythmic elasticity against my stomach, and even the warmth of the sweat droplets spreading across my skin became part of the pleasure.
I surrendered myself to the familiar pleasure known as the urge to ejaculate while idly wondering whether to order a late-night snack for my vaguely hungry stomach.