Tormenting a Married Woman (1)

The next day, before I left for work, I checked the tracking on the adult products I'd ordered the day before — about a million won worth of merchandise.

"Haaah..."

Weekend orders must have backed up. I'd paid around lunchtime, so I'd figured the package would have shipped yesterday. Instead, all I had was a tracking number that hadn't budged an inch. They'd registered the invoice and called it a day.

"So it's going to be pretty late, then."

Given what was in those boxes, I'd put in my home address instead of the office. That meant I couldn't take delivery until tomorrow at the earliest, which pushed Min Seoeun's exam all the way to Thursday.

"Not that it really matters..."

Honestly, actual sex beat messing around under the guise of an "exam" any day of the week. And when the other party was a woman as starved as Han Minah, the choice wasn't even close.

I headed to work with only the faintest twinge of regret. A handful of the usual early arrivals were already at their desks, and —

"Good morning, Assistant Manager."

"Morning, Seoeun."

Min Seoeun greeted me looking immaculate, despite having clearly come in at an ungodly hour.

"Assistant Manager. About my exam... when might I be able to take it...?"

"I ordered the materials I need for it yesterday. Shipping's running a bit late, though. I'm thinking maybe Thursday."

"Thursday... understood."

She said she understood, but disappointment dripped from every line of her face. Which meant her loyalty was swelling by the day... Good. Very good.

"Your exam will have to be after hours, of course. You understand that work comes first, right?"

"I understand."

"So let's knock out our actual work efficiently. That way you'll have more time for the exam."

Finish the real work faster, spend more time on our work. To Min Seoeun right now, those words were more potent than any stimulant on the market.

"...Understood."

Her face hardened like a warrior riding out to single combat, and she started hammering the keyboard with terrifying purpose.

Meanwhile —

"Good morning, Team Leader~"

"Good morning, Team Leader."

"Morning, everyone~"

The instant Han Minah walked in, the entire office lit up.

But for just one moment —

"Nnngh..."

When her eyes met mine, she smiled in a way that was... different. Completely different from the smile she gave everyone else.

For all that bright, easy greeting, Han Minah was losing her mind.

Yesterday. She'd wanted to work off her desire with Woojin, but her husband had been home, so an overnight stay was out of the question. She'd been desperate enough to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠try using her husband instead — just a little, just enough to take the edge off —

"Haaah..."

But what? He was tired? Do it next time?

She'd thought she could at least put out the fire. Instead, her husband's exhausted brush-off hadn't dampened her need at all. The rebound had only made it burn hotter.

And yet.

"...Why."

A part of her was genuinely bewildered. Her libido had always been on the healthy side, sure — but never like this. Never the kind of hunger that made a person feel like they were going insane.

Why? Why on earth was she this worked up?

Han Minah's brow furrowed. Then her gaze snagged on the man sitting in her field of view, and she understood.

Woojin.

What had he said back then? That he was worried she'd keep using the exams as an excuse to come after him?

"Hah..."

She didn't want to admit it. It stung her pride a little.

But she had to. That pleasure — the real kind, the kind that made you feel like you were losing your mind — was something she had never once felt with her husband, or with any man before him.

And she was sliding into her mid-thirties besides, her appetites growing by the day...

"...When I think about it."

Right. When she actually thought about it — when was the last time she'd felt satisfied after being with her husband? She couldn't remember.

The discontent had been stacking up quietly, invisibly, for a long time. Woojin had been the one to blow it all open in a single night.

Which was why she couldn't stop thinking about him.

It was five o'clock.

"...One hour."

Just one more hour. She only had to last one more hour.

Even while I was walking Seoeun through her work, I could feel Han Minah's eyes on me the entire time.

Is she that desperate?

"Seoeun, start with this. Run through the whole thing for me."

"Understood, Assistant Manager."

Han Minah hadn't been lying when she said taking on a new recruit would lighten my load. Ever since I'd been assigned Min Seoeun, my actual workload had dropped off a cliff.

I handed Seoeun a simple task, then pulled out the HR Management App.

First things first...

That one could go. It had been useful back when things with Han Minah were still in that sweet, clingy honeymoon phase. Looking at her now, it didn't seem particularly relevant.

At this rate, she was going to jump me the second we walked into the motel.

In which case, something like this would do nicely.

...Yeah. That would do it.

I was idly picturing what the two of us were going to look like once we were alone when a notification chimed.

She was that impatient. Han Minah hammered out the messages in a flood, laying out the next half hour of our lives in real time.

I glanced over. The reply had stalled, so I checked what she was doing — and found her scratching her forehead, looking genuinely conflicted.

Looks like I'd written that third remark even better than I thought.

Anyway.

"Seoeun. Sorry, but I've got a prior engagement today. I'm heading out first."

"Ah — understood, Assistant Manager. Thank you for your hard work to—"

She froze mid-sentence, then dropped her voice to the barest whisper.

"...Thank you for your hard work. Please travel safely."

Damn. Look at that awareness.

As her mentor, I couldn't just let a display that adorable go unrewarded. A small prize, at least, was in order.

I swept a glance around the office, confirming nobody was watching us.

Then — tap.

"Ah..."

I set my hand on Min Seoeun's head and stroked her hair, slow and easy.

"Keep up the good work, Seoeun."

"Y-yes..."

I gave her a few more light strokes, then stood and left.

Thump.

Thump-thump.

Thump-thump-thump-thump.

The moment her Master stroked her hair, Min Seoeun's heart slammed against her ribs like it was trying to break out.

In her elite athlete days — even at the national-team level — she had never been this tense.

It went without saying that the reason had nothing to do with being in love with Woojin.

"...The first time."

It was the first time. That was all.

She had been pledging her loyalty to him all this while, but she hadn't received a single reward in return. A simple head-pat was a light prize, yes — but it was more than enough to set her motivation on fire.

If she adapted to the company quickly and learned to pull her own weight, maybe she could ask for another reward then.

The hunger for that next prize took hold. Min Seoeun attacked her keyboard with terrifying speed, while across the room, Han Minah checked the faces around her and quietly rose from her seat.

"Heading out first, Team Leader?"

"Ah — yes. Sorry. I have a rather important appointment today. I'll be leaving a bit early."

"Yes, get home safely~"

"Take care~"

She looked so urgently pressed that nobody in the department even tried to stop her. Han ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Minah walked out of the office without a single obstacle and stopped in front of the elevator.

As if the universe had finally decided to cut her a break, the elevator bound for the underground parking garage arrived the instant she stepped up to the doors.

And — for once — it barely stopped. First floor, B1, B2, each just once, and then it was her floor.

Han Minah hurried out, found her car, and pointed it toward the place where Woojin would be waiting.

"Hah... I'm going to lose it."

The navigation said thirteen minutes. Without traffic it was a five-minute drive, but she'd hit rush hour dead-on, and the estimate had more than doubled.

Still. She forced herself to stay calm. If she got into an accident, the delay would be infinitely worse. Better to drive clean and get there in one piece.

She arrived with her posture as composed as she could make it and called Woojin the second she parked.

She'd made the reservation herself, so she already knew which room he was waiting in. Han Minah stepped into the motel elevator, punched the button for the third floor, and the moment the doors opened she strode straight to room 303 and pushed it open.

"You made it. You worked hard today, Team Leader. Are you sure you want to take the exam right after leaving the office, though? You must be tired."

"No, I... I'm fine. It's fine."

"If you say so, I won't argue. Well. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Go take a shower first, then."

"A shower. Ah..."

Right. She had to shower.

She'd been so desperate she'd imagined walking into the motel room and sinking straight down onto Woojin's cock. But no. That wasn't how this worked.

She had to shower. She had to give him foreplay, and receive it. The reason she and Woojin were in this room wasn't simply to work off her lust — it was so she could take his exam.

"...Okay. Okay."

"The toiletries are inside. Just go in and wash up."

"Okay."

Han Minah answered on autopilot and disappeared into the bathroom.

Clothes off, fast. Shower, fast. Motel robe on, fast.

She stepped back out and walked straight toward Woojin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed — one long stride after another — and then —

Shove.

"Wh—!"

She pushed him down by the shoulders, pinned him to the mattress, and climbed on top of him.