Chae Dayeon in the Conference Room (1)

"I'll head out first, then."

"Sure. I'll be right behind you."

With that, Min Seoeun dipped her head in a short bow and left the small conference room.

No doubt about it. Min Seoeun had a bit of an impatient streak — but then again, so did I. How would that expressionless face of hers change? How high would that low, steady voice climb? Just how tight would a body that toned squeeze down? Of course I was curious. Curious enough that, if I had my way, I'd take her right then and there.

But there was no need to rush — not from where I stood. It wasn't that Min Seoeun was lacking; I'd even told her as much. Spend a little time aging her, and she'd taste far better than she would right now.

And to find the right seasoning for that flavor...

"Ugh, I have to make an account."

Alone now in the small conference room, I pulled up an adult toy site on my phone. After wading through a mildly annoying signup process, I dropped a few items into the cart.

"This one. And this, and this..."

But the more I thought about it — if I was going to buy this stuff anyway, why limit myself to toys I'd only use on Min Seoeun? Why not stock up on things I could use on the other women too, so I'd have them ready whenever I needed?

Min Seoeun still needed time to ripen, so that was fine. But the ones I could already say I'd started something with... Lim Jiwoo, for instance. Chae Dayeon.

Han Minah, though... maybe it was because of her image, but toy-assisted sex just didn't come to mind. I passed on her.

First things first.

"This one. And this too."

I added everything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I figured I'd use on Lim Jiwoo and Chae Dayeon — and, further down the line, probably Ju Harin as well.

The total came to about a thousand bucks.

"...You crazy bastard."

The self-deprecating curse left my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mouth, but my thumb was already punching in the payment PIN.

Ding—

A thousand dollars vanished in an instant, but before the crash of reality could even set in, the plays I could run with these toys lined up neatly in my head, one after another.

And of course, that made the lust come surging up.

"...Ah."

As if I needed the help — Min Seoeun had just told me she wanted me right then and there, and I'd been swollen since. Trying to figure out how to put that to rest, I called Chae Dayeon.

I'd called her to take care of this right now.

Min Seoeun needed time. Ju Harin would need even more. I'd just had Lim Jiwoo yesterday, so she needed to sit for a bit. That left Chae Dayeon and Han Minah — and Minah was out on a business trip, or maybe a field visit; either way, she wasn't at her desk.

Having to pick Dayeon over Minah — was I disappointed? Of course not. If anything, limited to the present circumstances, she was the one who got me even harder.

Because...

Because we were going to do it at the office.

When Chae Dayeon stood up from her desk, the people nearby turned to look.

"Dayeon, where are you going?"

"Where are you off to?"

"Where are you headed?"

Strange as it might sound, the ones paying attention to her weren't the men. Most of them were women.

Baby kitten. The same word that came to me whenever I looked at Chae Dayeon was something most of the Secretary Team felt too. Which was probably why she spent her workdays wrapped in the protection ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of her senior colleagues.

"I'm just going to see someone from my orientation class."

"Which one?"

"The one in Planning."

Not that the men were uninterested — they clearly were. But the women on the team held slightly more sway, so the guys were just watching for an opening, waiting for a chance to get closer.

Not that any of that mattered to her.

"I'll be back."

Leaving those words behind, Chae Dayeon pattered out of the secretary's office with quick little steps.

Mid-March. On top of that, it was lunch hour, the sun sitting at its highest point.

"...Cold."

The weather was starting to warm up, but Chae Dayeon still felt the chill. And she was dressed exactly the way someone who felt the cold always dressed.

A thick suit skirt. A neatly buttoned jacket. Black pantyhose.

In that outfit, she trotted along until she reached the place I'd told her — Small Conference Room 2 on the 7th floor.

When she stepped inside, I gave her a light greeting.

"You're here? Want to sit down for a sec?"

"Ung."

Answering in that pronunciation that always came out closer to ung than mm, Chae Dayeon sat down across from me.

Maybe it was the contrast — passing through a hallway open to the outside air, then stepping into the warmth of the small conference room...

"Hnnnnnnnngh..."

She let out a long, languid breath, like a cat settling into a sunbeam.

Chae Dayeon had walked into the small conference room around 12:40. Considering afternoon work usually started at one, we were cutting it a little close — but both of us were free today, so going a bit over wouldn't be the end of the world.

Which meant...

"I was thinking we'd keep it simple."

"Simple?"

"Yeah. Even if we're free today, people might notice if we take too long, you know. And it's good for you to pick up points here and there like this."

"I mean, I guess so..."

But Chae Dayeon didn't look all that interested in promotion points. Which made sense — right now, she was far more interested in having sex with me than in getting promoted.

And looking at me sitting right there in front of her...

"...Hnnnnnngh..."

She was on the verge of losing her mind from wanting to lick me.

Like Min Seoeun, Chae Dayeon wasn't one for big changes in expression — just in a different way. But for once, her face had gone tight with frustration.

First things first.

Tap, tap.

"Dayeon, come over here?"

"Ung."

I patted my thigh, and she came around the table with those same quick little steps, stopping in front of me. She flicked a glance at my face, then carefully lowered her ass toward my lap...

and settled her weight across my thighs.

I pulled her into a tight hug and buried my nose in the nape of her neck.

"Sniiiff..."

"What are you doooing..."

"What do you think? Smelling you."

"Why are you smelling me."

"Because it smells good."

It really did. It smelled incredible.

After winding myself up on Chae Dayeon's scent, I reached out and started undoing the buttons of her jacket, one by one.

This was something else. We weren't somewhere private — we were at the office, and in a few minutes everyone else would be starting their afternoon work. The thought of doing it here sent a strange mix of anticipation and nerves through me.

Chae Dayeon, though, didn't seem to feel any of that.

"Should I take it off?"

"You want to?"

"Ung. Hold on."

With a perfectly calm expression, she slipped out of the jacket herself and hung it over the back of the chair beside us.

That left the blouse, the suit skirt, and the pantyhose.

"Dayeon."

"Ung?"

"Can I rip these again?"

"These..."

She'd let me last time. But last time had been at home, after work. This time, once this "test" was over, she had to go back to her desk and stay there until the end of the day. Wearing ripped pantyhose for the rest of her shift would be a problem, so I figured she'd turn me down...

"It's fine."

"You sure? Do you have another pair?"

"I carry a spare. But... in exchange."

"Yeah? What?"

"...Haah. I want to lick you."

Going by that, she'd probably been dying to lick me from the moment she first saw me earlier — and now that she was pressed this close, the urge had only gotten stronger. That was why she was offering this deal that wasn't really a deal... and of course I was fine with it.

"Sure. I'll let you lick me in a bit."

"Uuunnngh..."

The promise that she could lick me later pulled another one of those rolling little purrs out of her.

I'd take my pants off in a minute.

For now...

I pulled Chae Dayeon in closer, still sitting across my lap.

"Mmph... chup, chuuup... hnnph, chup..."

When I leaned in and offered my mouth, she took the kiss without a hint of resistance.

A kiss, looked at broadly enough, was just another way of licking me.

She twisted at the waist, wrapped her arms around my neck, and licked my tongue.

While she did, I moved my hand — not to her upper body, but straight down between her legs, to the inside of her thighs. It wasn't that I had no interest in her chest. Groping her over the blouse would wrinkle the fabric.

I'd already decided to leave her upper body alone as much as possible. With my hand resting against her inner thigh, I worked my way slowly inward, then pressed my thumb against her pussy.

"Nngh...!"

And right after that.

...Pop. Riiiiip—!

I pinched the pantyhose between my fingertips and applied a little pressure, and the fabric gave way with a tearing sound. When I slipped a finger through the hole I'd just made, I could feel her panties — already wet from getting worked up off our kiss.

Any other time, I would have dragged this out, scratching my fingers over the fabric. But neither of us had much time, so I hooked her panties aside and went straight in...

and raked my fingers rapidly over the outer folds of her pussy, which was already sloppily slick with her juices.

"Nn... nnnngh, nnnnngh... ahhnnph, chup, nngh... nngh, hnnph, chup, hnnngh... hngh, nnnnnnngh...!"

When she kissed me — more precisely, when she licked me — Chae Dayeon got turned on. And with direct stimulation hitting her pussy on top of that, those cute little moans of hers stretched out louder, and she locked her arms even tighter around my neck.

Which was when I slid a finger inside her.

"Hnnnnngh...!"

She broke the kiss and let out a moan that was far too loud. The small conference room was decently soundproofed for security, but if she went off like that in the open, it could still leak out.

"...Dayeon. You can't be that loud."

"Ung, nnnnngh..."

I gave her a light warning. She said she understood, but she clearly wasn't happy about it — her face pulled into a faint, sulky little pout.

"Nnnnph...!"

God, she was too cute.

I kissed that slightly protruding lower lip and that disappointed expression, and at the same time curled the finger I'd put inside her upward. The spot my fingertip caught was that slightly ridged patch along the upper wall of her pussy — the so-called sweet spot.

The moment I hit it, Chae Dayeon—

Squeeeze...!

"Nnnn... nnnnnnph... chup, ha, nnph, chup, chuuup...!"

—locked her arms around my neck again and sealed her own mouth with mine.

But people are funny like that. She was trying so hard to keep quiet, and that just made me want to break her.

So I did.

Press. Press. Press. Press.

I kept bearing down on that ridged spot, hard, over and over, tormenting her.

And then...

"Nnnn... n, n, ahhhnnnn... nnnnnn...!"

She couldn't hold it. She pulled her mouth away entirely, buried her face in my chest, and shook.

Not long after.

Squeeeeeze...!

"Hahnnnnnn... nnnnht...!"

She clamped down hard even on my finger — so much thinner than my cock — and shuddered all the way through it.