It's Punishment, So Why Are You Wet? (3)
Ju Harin's eyes flew wide with shock at the sight of her own arousal glistening on my fingers.
It was a look of such complete, stunned disbelief that every feeling she'd ever held toward me — even the extra layer of hostility this whole incident had piled on — seemed to vanish in an instant.
Part of me wanted to lick my fingers right in front of her, just to watch what she'd do. But I decided to let her off at this level, for now.
"Get dressed, Harin."
"……"
Wariness. Harin snatched her slacks off the back of the chair with a look that said she was braced for whatever I might try next.
Same thing while she put them on. She never took her eyes off me, threading her belt back through the loops like I might lunge at any second — while I, for my part, calmly wiped her slick off my fingers with a wet wipe, as if none of it concerned me in the slightest.
And then, just as she was about to leave:
"Oh, right. Harin."
"…What."
"You don't need to take what happened today too hard."
"And what is that supposed to mean?"
"Today actually made me see you in a new light. I've always known you're good at your job. Today was just a mistake — it's not like you're someone who can't do the work. Right?"
"……"
Harin, already on high alert, cranked her wariness even higher at the sudden barrage of praise.
Not that the praise was fake. I more or less meant it.
"I like that you tried to take responsibility for your own mistake."
"……"
"I told you, you don't have to look at me like that."
There was a catch, though. Praise was fine. Praise was useful. But even a compliment needed to leave the door open for next time.
"You haven't forgotten, have you? I'm the one who manages your HR evaluation."
"…And?"
"If you ask me, I'd say you're actually pretty lucky. You know it too. Everyone pretends otherwise, but having a line matters a lot in this company."
Even Harin couldn't deny that one. She listened with an expression that was neither agreement nor refusal — just a careful, noncommittal stillness.
"It means you're on my line."
"Ha…"
The content, of course, was so absurd that Harin let out a hollow laugh, the events of the last half hour momentarily forgotten.
I stopped her one more time on her way out.
"Harin."
"What now?"
"Think carefully about what it means that you're on my line. Once you do, you'll figure out what you need to do to score points with me from now on."
"……"
As if she'd heard more than enough, Harin whipped her head away and walked straight out of the small conference room.
I stayed behind and pulled up her page for a moment, skimming the Notes attached to her.
Her HR evaluation was absolutely subject to my opinion, and she could never tell a soul. Deducted promotion points could be substituted with corporal punishment. She secreted fluids when her ass was spanked.
Of the three Notes locked onto Ju Harin, I edited the second.
The Note I'd just rewritten was going to evolve, step by step, until it read that she believed I enjoyed having sex with her.
At a glance it might look like the same destination as the three women before her — everything ending in sex — but it was entirely different.
For the previous three, sex had been a kind of examination. For Harin, it wouldn't be her test at all. It would be a kind of… to put it a little dangerously, a tribute. An offering, made to me.
"Hah…"
Any other woman, I wouldn't have cared. But the image of Ju Harin bowing her head to offer herself to me — the moment it formed, a little more blood surged into the cock that had been hard ever since I'd started spanking her.
"F…"
Ju Harin stepped out of the small conference room, heading for the sixth floor, and couldn't even get the rest of the word out of her mouth. Her face was crumpled to match — twisted up so badly she couldn't stand the thought of anyone seeing it. Besides, she only needed to go down one floor. She took the stairs.
Except…
"…Haaaaah."
Every step sent her slacks whispering across her ass, and the sensation was strange enough that her pace slowed to a crawl. The faster she walked, the more the fabric dragged over skin that Woojin had spanked raw and red, and the more that skin—
"Nnh…"
—kept lighting up with a feeling she did not want to name.
As if the lingering dampness in her panties weren't already disgusting enough, the friction against her ass kept feeding that wetness, topping it up with every step.
She was actually losing her mind. Getting turned on from being spanked?
She'd known people like that existed. She had never, not once, imagined she might be one of them. And the idea that the person who'd done it to her was that bastard — that was a thought she refused to entertain.
"…I was just startled. That's all it was. I was surprised."
Harin shoved the real reason her panties were soaked as far away as she could and made her slow way down to the sixth floor.
She sat down at her desk with difficulty.
Thump.
"Haaaaaah…"
The instant she hit the chair she put a hand to her forehead and let out a long, heavy sigh. This wasn't just anyone. A woman who looked like Ju Harin, slumped in that posture with that expression on her face, was a scene straight out of a film.
Naturally, not many people in the office were going to leave a scene like that alone.
"Harin, are you okay?"
"Did something happen?"
"Are you feeling sick?"
The men who'd been sneaking glances at her face since the moment she walked back in descended on her desk like they were competing for a prize.
Which only made it worse.
"It's nothing."
Harin crumpled her face even harder than she had looking at Woojin, and picked up her mouse.
Roughly thirty minutes until she could leave.
"Hah…"
The thought that she only had to hold on for thirty minutes before she could go home slid, without her meaning it to, into the thought of a cold beer and the sweet relief of washing the whole day off.
And timing, as it turned out, had a sense of humor.
Harin checked the time and place her friends settled on, then turned her focus back to her monitor, determined to walk out the second the clock hit closing.
By the time I got back to my desk after having my hands all over Harin's ass, Min Seoeun had already returned to hers as well.
"Seoeun, did the talk with the Team Leader go well?"
"Yes. It went well."
"Good. So? What did you think after talking to her? You can tell she's a good person, right?"
"That is correct. She seems like a truly good person."
I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination, but something about Seoeun gave off a distinctly military air — the blunt expression, the clipped formal speech, the ramrod-straight posture.
And since she was registered as an Intensive Management Target… I could shape her into someone who followed orders like an actual soldier.
In that case…
I'd leave Seoeun's Notes at that for now.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"I'm going to tell you something just between us. You can't mention this anywhere, all right?"
I wanted to play with Min Seoeun. She was a pretty unusual type of woman.
"So… you know our Chairman, right? Did you know I'm actually his hidden son?"
"Ah…"
It was a load of crap so extreme it deserved to be called a complete load of shit, and yet Seoeun only widened her eyes a fraction, just enough to register surprise. Then her face settled into something earnest.
"…Understood. I will not speak of this anywhere."
"No, no — I'm kidding. There's no way that's true."
"Ah… yes. Understood."
The way she just accepted it the instant I said it wasn't true was kind of airheaded, in a cute way. You know how a big, dignified-looking dog acting like a total goofball is weirdly adorable? Exactly that.
Having confirmed with a quick bit of nonsense that Seoeun's Notes were working properly, I moved on.
"Seoeun, where's home for you?"
"Gwacheon, sir."
"Hm? Gwacheon?"
"Yes. May I ask why…?"
"Ah — it's on my way. I can't do this every day, but since it's your first day, I'll give you a ride home."
I was laying the groundwork so I could collect a "repayment" from Seoeun.
"That won't be necessary. You've already treated me so well today, including lunch, and if you were to take me home as well…"
"It's fine. That's why I said it — I can't do it every day, but today's your first day, so I will. You don't need to turn down something this small."
"Then… yes. I'll impose on your kindness."
"Good. And going forward, if you need anything, or you're curious about something, or something isn't going well — you tell me. No exceptions. I don't mean I can do it for you. I mean that for you, I will do it. No matter what."
"…Understood, Assistant Manager."
No matter what. The weight of those words must have landed hard, because Seoeun's face shifted into something close to moved. She looked like a Doberman overcome with emotion because its owner had just offered it a premium treat.
I spent what little time was left until closing walking her through the basics of life at the company.
And when I judged we'd lingered just past the official end of the day:
"Shall we head out?"
I stood up with Seoeun. We stepped out of the office, and luck was on our side — an elevator was already sitting on the seventh floor. We slipped inside.
Seoeun drew the eyes of every man in that elevator, no question. Lim Jiwoo, Chae Dayeon, Han Minah, Ju Harin — those four each had their own reasons for turning heads. Seoeun had all of that, plus one more.
Who's that?
Their curiosity would spread through the company soon enough, passed from desk to desk.
Hey, you seen the new girl in Planning? She's unreal.
But by the time the rumors made the rounds, Seoeun would already be my dog.
No. Wait.
I wouldn't even have to wait that long. Seoeun was already my dog.
"This is us."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
At the word, Seoeun stepped out and fell in beside me, walking with the calm, confident stride of a Doberman keeping pace with its master.
Once we were in the car, she entered her home address into the navigation.
All right, then…
"…Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"If I told you to do something — how far would you go?"
Time to collect on that repayment.