The Fox Wants to Be Tamed (1)
Whether you called it the HR Management App's greatest weakness or merely its most frustrating limitation...
Everything else about it was great.
Everything — except for one thing. The app's core Intensive Management Target slots maxed out at ten people.
If I could have registered even twenty, I would have been coasting through work with my feet on the desk. And with half of those ten slots already occupied by women, the ceiling felt even more painfully obvious.
Our department's General Manager?
The HR department's General Manager?
The company's CEO?
They were all registered as Intensive Management Targets, but if those people started playing favorites with just me, the rest of the staff would start giving me some very pointed looks.
Which was why, from Tuesday through Friday after I dropped Min Seoeun off at home, I had been watching my step and playing Ordinary Office Worker Number One.
Meaning I spent the entire week actually working, without so much as a spare second to mess around with the app.
Which brought us to Saturday afternoon.
"Hmm..."
I stared at Lim Jiwoo's page, trying to figure out the best way to work off a full week's worth of pent-up need.
"I should probably give her three points today if I can."
If I awarded Lim Jiwoo three HR points, her score would hit five — unlocking one more Remarks slot.
What I had now was already plenty useful, but the app's potential was sitting right there in plain sight, and that made it hard not to want more.
I would leave Remarks 1 and 2 alone — those were essential — and only touch Remark 3, which I could change without any real downside.
Something that would capture the dynamic between Lim Jiwoo and me, while playing to her particular charms...
Yeah. That was the one.
I set the third Remark to something that suited Lim Jiwoo's appeal perfectly, then headed out.
"Three points..."
Today, I fully intended to award Lim Jiwoo three points and unlock her fourth Remark.
Which meant...
"...I'm so fucked."
She'd better earn every last one of those three points.
Somewhere on a bus heading from somewhere in Seoul toward somewhere in Anyang.
Lim Jiwoo, on her way to take Woojin's exam, suddenly pulled her head away from the window as a thought struck her.
"...Huh?"
Come to think of it, I'm going to take a test. And the content of that test is... satisfying Woojin.
"Satisfy..."
Lim Jiwoo cast her mind back to the sex she'd had with Woojin the week before last.
Honestly, she only remembered the beginning. From the middle onward, it was almost a complete blank... but in the fragments she managed to piece together, there were a few moments where Woojin had actually reacted.
Once she had a sense of what she'd been like then — and therefore what she needed to do now — the bus pulled up near Anyang Station.
An early March evening, still chilly.
A cable-knit sweater. A jacket. Jeans.
It was a simple look, but it traced every line of her figure so faithfully that people kept glancing back as she passed. Lim Jiwoo was used to those stares. She didn't react, just walked at an unhurried pace toward the address Woojin had sent her.
After about five minutes, she spotted him standing there, looking at his phone.
"You're here?"
"......"
Lim Jiwoo hesitated — just for a second — then deployed her specialty without missing a beat.
"Have you been waiting long? I'm so sorry. I tried to get here as early as I could so I'd be the one waiting for you. When did you get here, Woojin-ssi?"
"I just got here myself. Haven't been waiting long."
"Really? Well, that's a relief, at least..."
The smiling eyes. The cutesy charm. The coy little act.
In other words: peak fox-girl behavior.
Lim Jiwoo knew she had a fox-like face. She knew her personality was fox-like. And she knew, better than anyone, that she was very, very good at playing the fox.
She knew it extremely well. Exceptionally well.
Which was exactly why she'd been pulling this fox act at the office for so long and still somehow had a decent reputation.
Drawing on every last bit of know-how she'd accumulated...
"Let's get inside, Woojin-ssi. It's strangely cold today. If you'd been standing out here waiting this whole time, you must be freezing. Come on, let's go in and take a nice hot shower."
The eye-smile, purpose-built for a fox-like face. A slight dip of the head, sending her hair swaying, releasing a wash of perfume and shampoo. A hand that naturally found his arm, his shoulder.
Lim Jiwoo's fox act was meticulous and seamless, designed so the other person would never even notice they were being worked.
Except.
"Sure. Let's go in."
"Ah... okay."
Woojin already knew Lim Jiwoo was a fox.
Anyone else would have flinched a little at this kind of treatment, or hesitated, or at least broken into a sheepish grin. But Woojin just let her entire fox performance roll off him like it was nothing — and that, more than anything, threw Lim Jiwoo off as she followed him into the motel.
Pay at the front. Get the key. Pick up the toiletries.
To get up to the sixth floor, Lim Jiwoo stepped into the elevator with Woojin. But motel elevators tend to be cramped, which meant she ended up pressed right up against his side.
And Lim Jiwoo...
Tap.
"Ah."
...wasn't about to waste the opportunity this tight space offered. She let her shoulder bump into his, just enough to draw his attention.
However.
Ding.
"Let's get off."
"...Okay."
Woojin still wasn't giving her any real attention.
Watching him step out of the elevator ahead of her and head for their room, Lim Jiwoo tried to figure out what she was missing.
Why? Why isn't he interested? Don't tell me he's actually, genuinely, only thinking about the exam? I mean, even so...
"I'll shower first, Senior."
"Ah — yes!"
Whether she should call it lucky or not, Lim Jiwoo had been given a little more time to think.
After I finished my shower and came out wearing the robe the motel had provided, Lim Jiwoo was perched on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
"You should wash up too, Senior."
"Okay..."
The awkward smile on her face suggested those thoughts had run pretty deep.
A short while later, Lim Jiwoo emerged from the shower wearing the same white motel robe as last time — or rather, the same as me. Except she'd tied the waist sash so loosely that her cleavage was on full display, along with her stomach, and even the faintest glimpse of her pussy kept slipping into view.
And yet Lim Jiwoo...
"Did I keep you waiting long?"
...flashed that pretty eye-smile as she walked up to where I sat on the edge of the bed, and bent at the waist.
Then, with a soft slither, the sash of her robe came undone, and the white fabric fell open to either side.
Even with her breasts fully exposed...
"Woojin-ssi. We can start right away, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then..."
She planted her hands on my shoulders, as if she wanted to put her chest on even more shameless display.
I watched to see what she was planning.
With an oddly composed look on her face, Lim Jiwoo tugged my robe off my shoulders. But unlike last week, her Promotion Desire wasn't locked at Very High — just a comfortably High — and it showed.
"Hmmm..."
Gone was last week's flustered, I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-doing energy. Instead, she looked thoroughly at ease, happily puzzling over how best to take me apart.
It was almost funny. Last week had been the first time in her entire life, and now here she was, strategizing how to wring me dry.
Still. That face of hers did a lot of the work.
Lim Jiwoo put her hands back on my shoulders and leaned in, bringing that fox-like face close enough that just the sound of her breathing could have seduced a man.
"Haaa..."
Last week, she'd gone straight for my neck. This week, she slowly brought her face toward mine, as if she actually meant to kiss me.
Was she really going for a kiss?
"Mmh..."
...She wasn't. Just like last week, she started by licking my neck.
"Mmh, mmh... nnh, mmh..."
But she seemed to want the atmosphere of a kiss, at least. Or maybe she just wanted to pull a reaction out of me. She lifted the hand she'd left on my shoulder and, with exquisite care, stroked my cheek as she licked my neck.
Then, just as slowly, she drew her face upward from my neck and started on my ear.
"Mmh— nnh... mmh, mmh... nnh, ahn, nnh, mmh..."
And she wasn't just licking. She let out these little intentional whimpers, the kind designed to drive a man crazy.
I started to put my arms around her, just a little.
She dodged my hands with sharp instincts, then quickly dropped her face lower.
From my ear to my neck. From my neck to my collarbone. From my collarbone to my chest. And then she was on her knees in front of me entirely.
She planted a little kiss on my cock, then flashed that wicked eye-smile.
"Heh..."
Having thoroughly captured my attention, she stuck out just the very tip of her tongue and licked the head.
"Mmh."
That was how Lim Jiwoo teased me — slow, maddening, just enough to make me ache. She'd nibble the tip of the head with her lips. Part them just barely and suck at the slit for a second. Or drag her tongue in one long stroke from the base all the way up to the head.
"...Nnh— mmh..."
She even threw in an eye-smile while looking right at my face.
"Heh..."
And then Lim Jiwoo blew a puff of air across the head of my cock.
"...Hoo—"
I'd more or less programmed her to act like this, but actually being on the receiving end was starting to piss me off. It was frustrating as hell.
And Lim Jiwoo, who obviously knew exactly how I was feeling, opened her mouth wide and took my cock in deep.
"Aah—"
And then, like that, she sucked me off using nothing but her mouth and the movement of her throat — no hands. The entire time, her eyes never left my face, and that eye-smile never once dropped.
"Mmh— nnh, mmh... hah, haah, mmh—!"
Just as the frustration got to me and I started to push her head down, Lim Jiwoo pulled off my cock, pretending she was out of breath.
"Pwahhh..."
At a glance, it might have looked like she was trying to manage my orgasm — the usual edging routine.
Not even close.
If you considered the Remark I'd placed on Lim Jiwoo, her nature wasn't sadistic at all. If anything, she leaned masochistic.
Which meant...
"Haa... Woojin-ssi."
"Yeah?"
"Do you like it when I use my mouth?"
"I do. Of course I do."
"Mmm... I see. You like it. So you'd want me to keep sucking, right? But what do I do? My jaw's starting to hurt, so doing it with my mouth is actually pretty hard. And when I move like this, my throat hurts too."
She was going to provoke me like this.
"So I think I'll just stop the blowjob he—"
I shoved it back in.
"Mmmpphhh—!!"
—and goad me into ravaging her.