It's Not an Affair, It's Work (3)
There was no question about it.
Just as I'd claimed they were my type, Han Minah's breasts—even through her clothes—felt far fuller than Lim Jiwoo's, which sat around a D-cup.
Whether she was trying to drive that point home herself...
She took my wrist and guided it this way and that, making my hand stroke slowly across her chest.
"What I'm worried about is... you keep saying this is for the promotion exam, but what if you start asking because you just want to do it with me? Not because of the promotion at all. Just because you want me."
She seemed to be trying to seize the upper hand with lines like that.
"Honestly, I can't really deny it."
"Is that so?"
"Of course. You're not exactly an ordinary woman, Team Leader."
I mixed a compliment in with the joke, and Han Minah's eyes curved into a smile—a different flavor from Lim Jiwoo's.
"You don't need to worry about that."
"Hmm? Why not?"
"Once we do it tonight... even if you know I'm asking regardless of the promotion exam, I think you'll say yes anyway, Team Leader."
"Hmmm..."
When I showed that kind of confidence, Han Minah's eyes curved into a smile again—a different shade from Lim Jiwoo's, or perhaps even richer.
And like that, we locked eyes and started a staring contest.
The stew had already finished cooking. The microwave had chimed, the rice warmed through.
"...If it feels good, it feels good. What's there to overthink?"
"True enough."
Han Minah delivered a thoroughly sensible answer, then casually jerked her chin toward the microwave.
"Let's eat."
When Woojin's cock pressed against the small of her back, Han Minah had been more than a little startled—though she'd pretended otherwise.
The reason was obvious. It felt too good.
The way Woojin had wrapped his arms around her from behind just now was something her husband did all the time when he was home. Naturally, her husband's cock had pressed against the small of her back just as often.
But the difference...
"Hmmm..."
Was enormous.
That was why she'd picked that sudden little power struggle with Woojin. She was afraid that sex with him might stop being a promotion exam and start becoming a hobby.
"That was delicious, Team Leader. Thank you."
"Oh, you're done already? How was it?"
"It was really good. Seriously, really good. Buying that kilo of meat was the right call."
"Mm. I made a big batch, so you can keep eating it. But you have to bring it to a full boil at least once a day or it'll go bad, so don't forget."
"Yes, yes. Got it."
Of course she knew. She understood that sleeping with Woojin was supposed to be for the sake of his promotion—and she also understood that sleeping with a man who wasn't her husband was an affair.
She had to be careful. That staring contest earlier had been her way of reminding herself not to cross the line.
"I'll take care of the dishes, so just leave them to soak."
"Ah, no. You cooked the stew. I should do the dishes."
"It's fine, it's not hard. Actually—I'll wash up, so why don't you go shower first, Woojin?"
"Then... all right. Okay."
But as she watched Woojin's back disappear toward the bathroom, Han Minah felt a strange little pang of disappointment.
If only she could feel this way at home.
She let out a long breath, thick with complicated feelings, and got straight to the dishes. There hadn't been many plates to begin with, so she finished quickly. Then she sat back down at the table and scrolled through the chat window with her husband—their most recent conversation from two days ago, not today.
She set the phone down on the table with a soft tap.
"Ha."
Not long after, the bathroom door creaked open.
"Whew... Team Leader, do you want to shower now too?"
"Mm. I think I will."
Woojin came out freshly showered, and this time Han Minah stepped into the bathroom.
When she came back out, Woojin was sitting on the living room sofa, looking at his phone.
She stood in the bathroom doorway for a moment, thinking.
Then she walked over to him... and eased her ass down between his legs.
Naturally, just like before, Woojin's arms slid around her—cradling her from beneath her breasts.
Lim Jiwoo's body was remarkably firm. She knew exactly what her weapons were, and she'd trained them well. Beautifully shaped breasts. A faint line of abs that twitched every time she came. Thighs that pushed back against my grip when I squeezed them.
Chae Dayeon was the complete opposite. She looked like someone who hated exercise, and every part of her was soft. Her cheeks, her breasts, her hands, her arms, her neck, her belly, her ass, her thighs, the soles of her feet, her toes—even her pussy.
Add in that distinctive kitten face of hers and how small she was, and her entire body had the texture of a cat's paw pads. Genuinely unbearable.
In that sense...
The woman sitting between my legs right now was somewhere in the middle.
"Sniff..."
"What are you doing, Woojin?"
"You smell good, Team Leader."
"Do you like smells, Woojin?"
"I like good ones, yeah."
I slid the arm wrapped around Han Minah's stomach a little higher, settling her breasts on top of my forearm, and felt that texture—soft and yet firm at the same time. She'd changed into a thin pair of shorts and a thin T-shirt, so the feel of her clung to my hands with almost blunt honesty.
On a whim, I bounced my arm up and down, making her breasts sway.
"What are you doing, Woojin?"
Han Minah just giggled, taking it as a joke.
So I lifted one of the hands cradling her from below and rested it lightly on top of her breast, the same way she had done to me earlier.
Even then—
"You really like breasts, don't you, Woojin?"
"I do. But I think I like them even more because they're yours, Team Leader."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
She still thought this was just teasing.
Naturally, that included the way I squeezed her breast, just a little. The way my other hand drifted down to stroke the inside of her thigh. The way I buried my face beneath her ear and let my nose tickle her neck.
"Woojin, what are you doooing, seriously."
"I just like you too much, Team Leader."
"You can't like me. I'm a married woman, Woojin."
None of it registered as offensive, or even particularly sexual. Just play.
Except it wasn't just play.
"Why can't I like you?"
"Because I'm married. I have a husband, Woojin."
"I know. It's not like I'm saying I want to date you. I just like you as a noona."
"Mmm... well, that's fine, I suppose."
A little brother's teasing. Thanks to the Remarks I'd quietly edited while she was in the shower, even the kind of touching a married woman shouldn't accept was registering as nothing more than a joke.
If anything—
Still nestled in my arms, Han Minah twisted around toward me, pressed her face into my neck, and hugged me tight.
"Team Leader, doesn't your back hurt sitting like that?"
"Mm... it hurts a little, but I'm okay."
To put it plainly, her waist was bent at nearly a ninety-degree angle.
Which meant her side was even more exposed. I let the hand that had been squeezing her breast trail gently along her flank instead.
And slowly—
"Haaaah..."
I hadn't even given her any real foreplay yet, but her breathing was already growing hotter. Emboldened, I slipped my hand under her T-shirt and stroked the smooth skin of her stomach.
"Hah... nnnngh..."
Whatever composure she'd been wearing as the older noona vanished. Han Minah pressed her forehead against my neck and just breathed.
The Remarks I'd edited—or rather, newly added—for Han Minah amounted to just one thing.
Interprets physical contact with me as playful teasing from a younger brother, and enjoys that contact.
I'd deleted the first Remarks slot, which wasn't particularly useful given that we were alone, and written that on the third line instead.
Which meant sex with Han Minah was going to have a very different flavor from a stiff, formal promotion exam—or from some blazing, illicit affair.
I wasn't sure that was the right way to describe sex, but...
"...Woojin, why are you hard?"
I stroked her slowly, steadily.
"...Woojin. That thing you told me before."
"Which thing?"
"Mmm... that it's big. It really is big, isn't it?"
A slightly playful, affectionate, cozy atmosphere settled over us. Similar to how it felt with Chae Dayeon, but a little different.
That was probably because—
"When you put this in other women, how did they react?"
"They liked it. They said they liked how it reached places nothing else could, and how completely it filled them up."
"Mmm..."
"What do you think it'll be like for you, Team Leader?"
"Me? Well... I think I'd like it?"
Unlike Chae Dayeon, who hadn't known much, who'd been timid and quiet, Han Minah knew exactly what she was doing. She was proactive. She was lively.
"...So, Woojin. When are we taking this exam?"
"Ah. Shall we head in, then?"
"Let's."
She didn't hesitate. She stood up even before I did.
I followed her into the bedroom, switching off the lights in the rest of the apartment as I went. Inside the bedroom, I did the same—clicked the light off cleanly. But sitting in total darkness felt like too much of a waste. I wouldn't be able to see her body.
So I turned on the bedside lamp.
I sat on the edge of the bed, wondering what to do next, when—
"Aren't you going to take your clothes off, Woojin?"
"Ah. Right."
Han Minah was the one who moved first, peeling off her T-shirt with even more initiative than I had.
I needed to undress too, but...
No. I couldn't look away from the silhouette the struggling lamplight carved out of her. Hair spilling loosely around her shoulders. Breasts swaying as they settled. An ass made even more striking by the outline alone.
And when the woman who owned that body stepped toward me, Han Minah's naked figure was standing very, very close.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah, nothing..."
She bent at the waist just enough to rest her hands on my knees, and leaned that warm, smiling face in close.
She was beautiful.
Lim Jiwoo was beautiful. Chae Dayeon was beautiful. Ju Harin was... beautiful too, in her way.
But Han Minah wasn't just beautiful. She had a presence the others simply didn't possess.
"...I already knew, Team Leader. But you really are incredibly beautiful."
"What? Where did that come from all of a sudden?"
"Nothing. I just... looking at your face this close, it hit me."
"Mmm..."
For a moment, Han Minah stayed like that—hands on my knees as I sat on the bed, her face hovering in front of mine—thinking.
"...You pass."
"Sorry?"
"You pass, Woojin. You're good at saying nice things to a woman."
A passing grade, out of nowhere.
That snapped me back to my senses a little.
But then—
"I'm not the one taking the exam, Team Leader. You are."
"Ah, that's right. Then hurry up and examine me, Proctor."
"Yes. Lie do—"
"No. Why don't you lie down, Woojin?"
She gave me exactly the kind of move you'd expect from an older woman—and once again, she made it impossible to think straight.