Min Seoeun's Endurance Training (1)
Unless a woman already has a fairly settled disposition or some particular kink, the places a man is allowed to finish are pretty limited.
No—scratch that.
Limited doesn't even cover it. There's basically… no, not basically—there's almost nowhere but the stomach, is there?
The mouth? You're lucky if you don't get called a freak.
The chest? There's at least a chance, but it isn't exactly my favorite.
Inside? Unless it's a truly special case, almost no one ever allows that.
And that is exactly why men love finishing in those places.
Watching her swallow the load he put in her mouth.
Watching his cum drip and slide down her breasts.
Flooding her insides and feeling like he's conquered her completely.
And something that carries a meaning right up there with all of that is the face.
"My face?"
"Yes. If I come like this, it's going to land on your face, Team Leader. Is that all right?"
"Mm…"
Of course, just like with the other spots, there aren't many women who actually enjoy having cum splattered across their face. Without the kind of inclination or taste I mentioned earlier, most of them hate it.
But with Han Minah, I had a feeling she'd be willing to let me.
"…Yeah. Okay. If you want to come, just say so. I'll put my face out for you."
She wasn't merely going to allow it—she was offering to shove her face right in and fully satisfy a man's urge, as if it were nothing difficult at all. No—as if she herself had started to find the idea interesting.
"Chuuuup…"
Han Minah gathered a little spit and let it fall so the head would slide more easily, then lifted her waist just a fraction.
Until now her breasts had only been rubbing a little below the head. The moment she raised her hips slightly…
Squelch— squelch— squelch— squelch—
"…Haaaaah…"
Now she was openly, deliberately focusing on nothing but the head—a man's most sensitive spot—working it to milk the cum out of me.
It didn't take long.
"Hoo…"
"Are you about to come?"
"Yes, I'm— I'm coming."
"Mm. Come. It's okay."
At the news that I was close, Han Minah skillfully dipped her waist again so the tip of the urethra would clear her cleavage and point outward.
Brrrrrt—! Brrrt—! Brrt, brrrrt—!
"Nnnngh…"
Eyes half-closed, head bowed, Han Minah took every drop that splattered across her face.
And as if checking whether there was still more left…
…Squelch— squelch— squelch—
She kept rubbing her breasts together until even the last lingering spurts shot free.
The cum clinging to her face then followed gravity downward…
…Plop, plip-plip, plip—
And where it landed, of course, was still on Han Minah's breasts, wrapped snugly around my cock.
Just that alone was enough to drive me insane.
"Satisfied?"
"……"
With my white cum streaked across her face in places, Han Minah looked up at me and smiled sweetly.
Wednesday.
Thanks to the message Han Minah had sent me on Monday, I was able to leave the motel for work in a fresh change of clothes.
Same for her.
Her lust had clearly been thoroughly worked out; her face looked far fresher than yesterday… no, she almost looked genuinely younger.
"I'll see you there, Woojin."
"Yes, ma'am."
She smiled lightly and left the motel ahead of me.
With Han Minah heading in a little early, I used the remaining time to open her page.
First.
Current HR Evaluation Score — 5 pts (±)
Just as I had with Lim Jiwoo and Chae Dayeon before, I locked it in at five points.
She'd said she preferred receiving small amounts often, but whether or not I could attach one more Remarks slot made an enormous difference.
First.
Remark 3 — Cannot climax except when receiving creampies from Choi Woojin.
"This one can go."
She'd already been through several overwhelming orgasms from creampies, so the third Remark had dropped in priority. I deleted it.
That left me two new Remarks I could enter.
Remark 3 — Thinks of physical intimacy with Choi Woojin as playful teasing with a younger brother, and enjoys skinship with Choi Woojin.
The third Remark was the same content I'd set before.
Next time we met, it would probably happen again in that sweet, playful atmosphere, and this entry would help then.
Because of this next one.
Remark 4 — Becomes far more intensely aroused than usual when Choi Woojin initiates skinship.
"Okay."
I finished tidying up Han Minah's page and headed into the office.
Morning work.
Lunch.
Afternoon work.
And then, around five o'clock…
Ding—
"Oh…"
A text saying the gear I'd ordered on Monday had arrived at my place.
I turned my head a little to the side… Min Seoeun was hammering away at her keyboard, finally starting to look comfortable with the work.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
The instant I called her, Min Seoeun's head snapped toward me.
Her expression was still close to blank, but everything else about her made me think that if she'd had a tail, it would have been wagging nonstop.
Case in point:
"What is it, sir?"
The way she carefully lowered her voice when I called her and then didn't speak right away.
"It's nothing major. You know you have a test tomorrow, right?"
"…Yes. I'm aware. Is there anything I need to prepare separately?"
"There's nothing for you to prepare. But I'll need a little time tomorrow, so we'll probably have to step out for a bit in the middle of the day."
"May I ask roughly what time you're expecting, sir?"
"Around three in the afternoon? It might take up to an hour. We'll need to cover the work time we're missing in advance. You understand what I mean?"
"…Understood."
Her face said she'd stay late tonight if she had to, just to get tomorrow's work done ahead of time.
Just in case.
"That doesn't mean you have to rush through everything today. Both of us have a decent amount of breathing room, so just work at a comfortable pace, take the test, and that'll be fine."
"Ah. Understood, sir."
Wednesday at the company wrapped up as usual.
I said a quick goodbye to the people in the office, got home, picked up the box waiting at my door, and carried it inside.
One by one, I went through the devices packed into the box, checking them over and learning how to use them as I killed time.
"Mm…"
On the bus home, Min Seoeun thought about the test Woojin was going to give her tomorrow.
In the end, it was a test for sex, wasn't it?
Woojin had said he did it quite a lot, and that this was to check whether someone with no experience could handle all of it.
"Then…"
Min Seoeun might have been inexperienced, but that didn't mean she had no sexual desire. Of course she'd taken care of things herself more than a few times.
She just hadn't ever done it while watching videos…
"…I should look some up."
For that part, she figured she could search for videos and gather material.
Needless to say, the subject of the videos Min Seoeun intended to find was men.
Things like what a woman in a video did that made the man look happy.
Still, that kind of research was something she should only do after she passed Woojin's test.
It was a test to confirm whether she was qualified to have sex—there was no way the test itself would involve sex.
Even so, the reason Min Seoeun was confident she could pass came largely from the time Woojin had driven her home.
It had felt good. It was her Master touching her, after all—of course it had felt good.
But that had been a mental kind of pride. The physical pleasure hadn't actually been all that intense.
Min Seoeun decided this was because she, rather than herself, was trying to stay as calm as possible so that Woojin could feel good.
If that was the case…
Whatever test Woojin gave her, she could pass it easily enough—and when she actually had sex with him, she would move diligently for his satisfaction alone rather than her own enjoyment.
"…That's what I have to do."
And that was exactly what she had to do.
Meanwhile, at the same hour…
Ju Harin was having dinner with the friends she'd met last week.
Partway through the meal, her friend Choi Yunseo asked about Harin's life at the company.
"Harin, how's work?"
"Work?"
"You've just looked so… so exhausted lately. You did last week too."
"I…"
"Is it that rough?"
Ju Harin answered Choi Yunseo with an awkward smile instead of words.
Maybe it looked pitiful.
"Come on, let's have a drink."
"Drinks? It's a weekday."
"So what. We drank last week too. Just a little is fine. Excuse me!"
Choi Yunseo raised her hand and ordered soju in Harin's place.
Unlike last week, when nearly eight of them had gathered, this week it was a modest four.
But five soju glasses were set out on the table.
Right as the glasses arrived, the owner of the fifth one showed up.
"Sorry. I'm really late, aren't I?"
"Dude, you're way late. We already finished eating and were about to start drinking."
"I'll just grab whatever's left."
Kim Jitae.
The moment someone who made her uncomfortable appeared, Ju Harin deliberately kept her face turned away from him and sipped her drink.
Even knowing full well she was ignoring him, Kim Jitae said,
"But why the drinks? This isn't a drinking meetup tonight, is it?"
"Harin's having a really hard time. She says work is rough, so we're drinking to cheer her up. Comfort drinks."
"Comfort drinks… nice."
He took the lead in the mood with practiced ease and gathered everyone's glasses in the center of the table.
"So why, Harin? What's so hard about work?"
"Huh? Ah… just. Work. Company life is just hard, that's all."
After the light first round, Kim Jitae asked casually, and Ju Harin answered awkwardly.
But somehow that turned out to be a perfect opening topic, and her friends started unloading about their own struggles at work of their own accord.
Running into some nightmare customer while doing business.
Having a company president who was a complete idiot.
Job-hunting for a switch and finding it tougher than expected.
Hearing that everyone else was struggling too quietly loosened something in Ju Harin's chest.
…She knew she shouldn't take comfort from something like that, but after how thoroughly fucked—no, how rough—things had been lately, she couldn't help it.
Then a topic landed that immediately weighed her heart back down.
"You should start thinking about Assistant Manager soon. If you're planning to stay. I don't mean we all have to get promoted right this second. But if you start thinking ahead now and lining things up, you can move up at the right time. That's just a fact."
Coming from Jeong Taekjin, who worked at another major corporation just like her, the comment carried a heavy weight she couldn't ignore.
And it wasn't only Ju Harin… Kim Jitae, who had a habit of bothering her, also seemed interested for once, talking back and forth while looking at Jeong Taekjin instead of her.
Which left Ju Harin thinking of Woojin—the man who held her lifeline… no, her promotion line.
I'm on his line? If I understand that, I'll know what I need to do going forward to earn promotion points?
…There was one thing that came to mind. And it even had a certain logic to it.
"Haa…"
It was such an utterly fucked-up prospect that Ju Harin squeezed her eyes shut tight.
And Kim Jitae noticed.
"Harin, what's wrong?"
"…Nothing."
Ju Harin answered a little curtly, and…
…Stroke— stroke—
quietly rubbed her own ass.