The Doberman Wants to Repay Him (2)
As an adult, Min Seoeun knew what sex was—and what the acts surrounding it meant.
Before any of that, she had sexual desire like any other person, and she had even taken care of it alone before. So there was no way she could fail to understand what it meant when Woojin’s fingers stroked the most sensitive place on her body.
Swish, swish, swish, swish—
His fingertips teased her clitoris. Pressed down on it. Gently traced the entrance of her pussy.
“Hnnnngh….”
Woojin’s touch was more than enough to stimulate her, and of course Seoeun was thoroughly aroused. The wetness coating his fingers more and more thickly was proof enough.
…Squish. Squish—
And yet her reaction remained oddly muted. Her expression stayed calm. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t moan. Compared even to when she did it alone, her response was strangely flat.
Why am I like this?
It wasn’t that Woojin’s fingers didn’t feel good. They felt really good… and yet, somehow, even when she wanted to react, the reaction wouldn’t come out properly.
The clever Doberman’s mind calculated the reason in an instant.
Ah. I’m not supposed to feel good. Of course not. It isn’t me who should enjoy this—Master should. He should be the one having fun. And if I’m going to please Master, I mustn’t get excited myself.
I have to stay as calm as I can and give Master exactly what he wants.
“Haa… Assistant Manager, how is it?”
“Hm? How is what?”
“You’re touching somewhere other than my thigh as well… so I was wondering how it feels….”
“Mm… it feels good. Kind of fascinating, too.”
“Haa… what’s fascinating about it?”
“Seoeun, your thighs are this firm, but here—the inside here is pretty soft, and wet, and all of that. It’s fascinating.”
“Does it… please you?”
“It does. Of course it does. I don’t think there’s a man alive who wouldn’t like touching this.”
It was quite a leap of logic, but the Doberman’s loyalty twisted Woojin’s words into the following:
He likes my pussy.
He likes my pussy.
Touching my pussy feels good to him.
In other words, Master is happy.
Even in a situation where, on her very first day at the company, her senior was fondling between her legs, Min Seoeun broke into a bright smile at the thought that Master was pleased. Of course, “bright” was by Seoeun’s own standards—to anyone else, the change in her expression would barely have registered.
With that same impassive face, she started thinking about what she could do next to make Master happy. Unfortunately, she hadn’t settled on a proper answer by the time they arrived near her place.
“Seoeun, is it all right if I drop you here?”
“Ah… yes. Dropping me here is fine.”
“You worked hard today. Not sure how the first day felt for you.”
“Being able to meet… n-no, being able to meet you, Assistant Manager, was truly wonderful.”
“Come on, what’s so great about meeting me?”
Even while he said it, Woojin kept toying with the space between Seoeun’s legs. Naturally, her thoroughly stimulated pussy kept dripping wetness, soaking his fingers.
When he finally pulled his hand free to let her go—
…Schlick—
—a faintly embarrassing sound followed. The fingers he drew out from under her pencil skirt were glistening with her fluids.
Seeing her own wetness coating his fingers, she ought to have felt shame, or embarrassment, or at least arousal.
“…I’m sorry, Assistant Manager.”
Instead, Min Seoeun apologized.
“Huh? Sorry for what?”
“I feel as though I’ve dirtied your fingers….”
“No, it’s fine. I can just wipe them off.”
Hearing him say it so casually only swelled Seoeun’s loyalty further.
What do I do? How else can I repay him? No—before repayment, I need to make some kind of amends…
“Seoeun, sorry, but if you open that compartment up front there should be wet wipes. Could you hand me one?”
“…….”
Seoeun dared to ignore his words, absorbed in how she might wash away this sense of apology. The result was this:
Gently…
She carefully took hold of Woojin’s wrist.
“Chuuup… chup, chuup, chuuuup….”
Like a dog, she licked his fingers clean of her own fluids.
“Chuuup… chup, chuup, chup, chuuup… chuup, chup—.”
There was not the slightest sexual meaning in the act of licking his fingers. There was only a solemn devotion—to lick his fingers clean and erase her own irreverence. No sucking, no playful nipping. Only this:
“Chup, chup, chuuup….”
She cleaned his fingers with nothing but her tongue.
“You didn’t have to go that far.”
“No, sir. It was something I had to do.”
“Mm… all right. You worked hard today. See you tomorrow, Seoeun.”
“Yes. I will see you tomorrow.”
Min Seoeun bowed her head politely, then stepped out of the car. Back in her studio apartment, she washed up, sat on the edge of the bed, and thought.
“Hrm….”
What else can I do.
What more do I need to do so that Master will like it—so that he’ll be happy.
Her loyalty spun her thoughts even faster, hunting for something Woojin would enjoy and arriving at what she herself ought to do.
Touching a woman’s pussy was, by nature, a sexual act.
He had liked touching her pussy.
Master enjoyed acts that carried a sexual meaning.
In other words—
“…Sex?”
Around the time Min Seoeun got home—
“Haa….”
Ju Harin pushed her hair back as she arrived at the meeting place. Her faintly tired eyes drew the gaze of every man who passed. Among them were some who looked ready to rush over that very second and try for her number or socials.
But then—
“Harin—.”
“Ah.”
A woman’s voice called her name, and with a man standing beside that woman, the onlookers had no choice but to hesitate.
Not that it mattered either way.
“Did you come straight from work, Harin?”
“Yeah, pretty much. What about you guys?”
“Same here. Taekjin too.”
Harin’s friend Choi Yunseo pointed to the friend standing next to her. Looking at Jeong Taekjin, Harin asked,
“Besides you two, didn’t you say someone else was coming?”
“Seonghyeon’s coming, Yujin’s coming, Giyun’s coming….”
Including herself, three people were already here, and three more were on the way. Up to that point, Harin simply thought, Quite a few of us tonight.
“…And Jitae’s coming too.”
“Jitae?”
That was before she heard Kim Jitae would be there.
“Didn’t Jitae say he couldn’t make it?”
“He did, but he said he’d figure out the schedule somehow. Said he’d come even if he’s late.”
“Ah….”
It wasn’t a bad thing… no.
Even by Harin’s standards he was handsome, had a good job, a good personality, and he was tall… from what she’d heard, his family was well-off too. But Kim Jitae made her uncomfortable. It was painfully obvious that he liked her—and worse, he seemed to think he was hiding it well.
Then again, none of their other friends had noticed, so maybe he had a point about hiding it. The problem was that the person who mattered most had already caught on.
“Seonghyeon, over here—.”
“Ah, hi! Harin’s here too?”
“Uh… hey.”
“What, why does it feel like forever? You’ve barely been coming to these lately.”
“I’ve been busy, that’s all. Busy.”
So Harin had been deliberately avoiding Kim Jitae, just a little. If he had actually confessed, it might have been different… but as things stood he didn’t seem inclined to, which only made everything more awkward for her.
That awkwardness only grew as the rest of their friends trickled in, and the group headed into a bar. How’s work. How’s the company. Managing to get by. Questions like that went around until it was nine o’clock…
“Ah, sorry. Looks like I’m pretty late.”
“You’re way late, man. What were you doing that you show up a whole hour behind?”
“I was busy, okay?”
The person Harin found uncomfortable had arrived. She greeted Kim Jitae with an awkward glance, and from then on tried not to look his way at all. For the rest of the gathering she mostly talked with the other women—Choi Yunseo and Jeong Yujin—until it was time to break up.
“Everyone get home safe—.”
“Byeee—.”
“See you!”
They all waved casually and scattered toward their own homes. Harin meant to do the same.
“Harin, let’s go together. I’ll walk you.”
“Huh? Ah… no, it’s fine. I can go alone.”
“Come on. The streets aren’t safe at night these days.”
“No, really. You’d have to go way out of your way to get to my place. I’d feel bad.”
“How far out of the way could it be? It’s fine.”
“Uh….”
Whether he couldn’t sense her discomfort or was deliberately bulldozing past it, in the end Harin arrived at her building with Kim Jitae. The male friend she’d known since high school said,
“Go on in.”
“Yeah… you get home safe too.”
“Yeah, yeah. Go on, hurry.”
Unlike Harin, who smiled uncomfortably, he waved with a bright, easy grin.
The next day.
Min Seoeun, who had come to the office early, was tidying her desk when Woojin arrived a little later. She bowed her head deeply.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Ah, right. Seoeun, did you get home all right yesterday?”
“Yes. Thanks to you, I got home safely.”
“Yesterday was pretty easygoing, honestly, right?”
“Easygoing… that….”
It had been easygoing. But there was no way she could say that outright to her senior.
“Sorry about this, Seoeun, but starting today things are going to get a little harder. Yesterday we didn’t really cover the actual work so much as how to get by at the company.”
“That’s correct.”
“Today I’ll start walking you through the real duties you’ll be handling. It’ll be a bit complicated, but if there’s anything you don’t understand, just ask. I told you yesterday, didn’t I?”
Woojin pointed at the monitor in front of her.
“You’re new, so of course you’re going to be clumsy at first. Just make sure you ask before you do anything.”
“Yes, sir.”
“That said, our team leader did say he’d lighten the load a bit for anyone mentoring a new hire. So even if I’m teaching you and all that, it won’t be too much of a burden on me.”
“No, sir. I will do my utmost to adapt to the work as quickly as possible.”
“No, no, that’s not what I meant.”
Seoeun’s stiff formality made Woojin smile a little awkwardly.
“I’ve got plenty of time I can invest in you. So don’t feel pressured—that’s what I’m trying to say.”
“…….”
The loyalty Seoeun had felt toward Woojin yesterday swelled even larger from that short exchange.
He warned me in advance that it would be hard.
He understood that I’d be clumsy.
And still, he said he’d invest in me.
…Just how much does he think of me?
Seoeun’s face rarely changed much to begin with, but inside she was deeply moved by his consideration. Looking at her senior, she took the brief thought she’d had at home the night before and expanded it even further.
Someday, without fail.
“…Thank you, Assistant Manager.”
I will repay Master. Without fail.
“First, Seoeun, I sent you something by email. Want to give it a quick read?”
But even repayment required at least a little free time.
“I’ve checked it.”
“How should I put this… for the time being, you can basically think of that as the work you’ll be handling.”
“Mm… yes.”
“What do you think? Doesn’t look too hard, does it?”
To carve out that free time, she would have to work hard and lighten Woojin’s burden…
“I believe I can handle it sufficiently.”
And that free time, it seemed, might arrive rather sooner than she had expected.