Min Seoeun's Stay Training (2)
The next day, I packed the one item I needed into my bag and headed to work.
Not particularly late, not particularly early. Just an ordinary commute. And when I arrived, there she was, exactly as I'd expected: Min Seoeun already seated at the desk beside mine.
"Good morning, Assistant Manager."
"Morning, Seoeun."
I set my bag down under the desk, pulled out the chair that had been tucked away, sat down, and pressed the power button on my computer. Just the usual motions of an employee who'd freshly clocked in — except the gaze from the seat beside me was starting to feel distinctly persistent.
I glanced over at Seoeun.
Normally, when eyes met like this, you'd look away out of embarrassment if nothing else. Seoeun, though, seemed to take it as an invitation. She stared even harder.
This was probably enough of a cue to say something.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"We talked about this yesterday, right? There's going to be a simple test around three this afternoon."
"Yes."
"Also what we discussed yesterday — even if today isn't that packed, we can't let the schedule slip because of the test. Let's wrap things up as quickly as we can, even if we've got time to spare. I think that'll put you more at ease when you sit for it."
"Understood."
Seoeun nodded with that expressionless face of hers — a face that somehow made her all the more trustworthy — then turned back to her computer.
Meanwhile, I pulled out the HR Management App and opened Min Seoeun's page.
What I focused on, of course, were the Remarks.
Looking at Seoeun's remarks, there was nothing like the clause I'd written for Lim Jiwoo, Chae Dayeon, and Han Minah — the one that forbade them from telling anyone else about the "test."
Having sex to earn promotion points, then using those points to get promoted? If that ever got out, it would be a disaster, which is why I'd sealed those three women's lips in advance. Seoeun, though, was free on that front.
Unlike the other three, whose relationship with me was itself a test for promotion, Seoeun's test was about earning the qualification to sleep with me.
Even if word got out, it would just look like Seoeun had done it because she liked me. And more than that — with loyalty like hers, she'd keep her mouth shut on her own.
Because she'd think the person who'd take the biggest hit if this got out wasn't herself, but me.
"Hmm."
Having confirmed that Seoeun's remarks didn't need any tweaking, I slipped my phone back into my pocket.
And then, around three in the afternoon...
The clock in the bottom-right corner of the monitor. The instant it ticked over to three, Seoeun's head turned to the side.
Click-clack. Click-clack.
Woojin was still typing away, apparently not yet having noticed the time.
What should I do.
If she called out to him, he seemed too absorbed in his work. If she just waited, the restlessness would eat her alive. Caught between the two, the corners of Seoeun's mouth drooped ever so slightly.
It was such a minute shift that you'd never catch it unless you were watching closely — the kind of change only a close friend who knew Seoeun extremely well would even notice. But she was definitely feeling restless.
While she kept deliberating, the clock ticked over to 3:01.
"Ah."
Woojin made a sound as if something had just occurred to him, and Seoeun's head snapped back around. Like a Doberman leaping to its feet the instant its master picked up the leash for a walk.
But then...
"Where did I... save this again?"
Not picking up the leash for a walk at all — just grabbing it for a second to put it away. That flavor of disappointment.
The corners of her eyes. The corners of her mouth. Her shoulders. Even her waist — Seoeun let them all slump as she continued to watch Woojin's every move.
Then, at 3:03.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Could you... come with me for a moment?"
"Yes, understood."
The moment had finally arrived. Woojin had called for her, but Seoeun's outward appearance was no different from usual. Expressionless. Posture ramrod-straight. Speech clipped and hard. And with those crisp, measured strides, she followed Woojin out of the office and into the small conference room.
The instant they stepped inside, Seoeun moved ahead of him and pressed the button that would keep anyone else from coming in.
Click.
She knew. She knew that if what they were about to do got out, it would be all too easy for people to get the wrong idea about Woojin. Knowing that he was simply going along with what she wanted, Seoeun sat down quietly across from him.
Woojin then slid his phone — which he'd set on the table so she could see it — toward her.
"Let's get this part crystal clear first, Seoeun. You know what we're doing this for, right?"
"I do."
"Can you tell me?"
A soft slide. Recording.
Seoeun understood perfectly well how dangerous what they were about to do was, and she understood that Woojin was gathering evidence just in case. So she didn't hesitate.
"If I take the test Assistant Manager administers and pass, I receive the opportunity to sleep with Assistant Manager."
"And by 'sleep with,' you mean...?"
She'd been about to say it. But when it came to using the actual word — and knowing it was being recorded — a faint embarrassment crept in. Not shame, not humiliation, not mortification. Just a touch of awkwardness.
"I have sex with Assistant Manager."
Seoeun's expression barely changed as she used the most direct word possible.
That seemed to satisfy him. Woojin picked up the phone and stopped the recording.
Watching that, Seoeun felt a twinge of disappointment — and at the same time, relief. Disappointment that Woojin still didn't fully trust her loyalty. And relief that now, perhaps, he would.
Once those complicated feelings settled, what rushed in to take their place was tension. Just what kind of test required equipment, and needed time set aside like this?
"First, Seoeun..."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"...Could you take off just your skirt?"
"Understood."
Tension or not, Seoeun stood up immediately.
A crisp white blouse. A neat black jacket. A black pencil skirt that fell to her knees. And dark pantyhose clinging to those long — truly long — legs that suited her five-foot-seven frame so well. Seoeun's outfit was the very picture of what you'd imagine when you heard the words "office look."
And then she moved. Apparently deciding the jacket would get in the way of taking off her skirt, she slipped it off and draped it over the back of the chair she'd been sitting in.
With the jacket gone — the one that had given her upper body a slightly broader silhouette — Seoeun's lines were laid bare. Shoulders that fell in a clean, elegant line. A waist that cinched beautifully inward. Hips that flared out, strikingly wide. And those legs. God, they were long.
Seoeun brought both hands to her hips and unfastened the button of her skirt. A soft click, then the zipper whispering down. And then, without a single moment of hesitation, she drew the skirt down and off.
Draping it over the jacket, Seoeun looked at me with that same unchanging expression... no, wait. I could actually read her face a little now.
"Shall I take off the blouse as well?"
Anticipation. In this situation where she could prove her loyalty to me, Seoeun looked like she'd strip everything off in a heartbeat if I told her to. Like she'd do anything I asked once she was naked.
I liked that. But using Seoeun right here, right now, would be a bit of a waste.
"No, that's far enough."
"...Understood."
See? I'd told her the skirt was enough, that she didn't need to take anything else off — and Seoeun actually looked disappointed.
I didn't need to let that disappointment sit forever, but if I let it simmer just enough, I had a feeling she'd give me a truly beautiful expression later.
So.
"What should I do next?"
"Seoeun, over here. Come stand in front of me."
"Understood."
I called Seoeun — wearing nothing but her blouse and pantyhose — right up in front of where I was sitting. Maybe it was those long legs, but her stride was wide. She reached me in just a few steps.
I looked her over in silence, from top to bottom, taking my time. Long, straight hair that left her pretty forehead exposed. A chest that swelled quite distinctly. Ivory-colored panties, darkened by the pantyhose over them.
Even in a situation that felt like I was appraising her, Seoeun stood still and silent in front of me. No — if anything, she pushed her chest out slightly, as if anxious I might fail to find her attractive.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Your stockings and panties. Could you pull those down just a little? Roughly down to below your ass."
"Understood."
The moment I gave the order, Seoeun slipped both thumbs inside her panties without a millisecond of delay. She straightened her arms, and her panties and stockings slid down together. But the hem of her blouse, which hung below her belly, kept her pussy from view—
—except she fixed that herself. After leaving her panties and stockings hooked below her ass, Seoeun grabbed the hem of her blouse and lifted it slightly.
"Can you see clearly like this?"
"Uh... yeah."
And then, as if she understood exactly what I wanted to look at, she even spread her legs a little. The stockings kept her from opening them all the way, but this was more than enough to get a good look at Seoeun's pussy.
I went further. Leaning forward slightly at the waist, I stared at her. She should have been feeling far more shame or humiliation now than when I'd been looking her over like merchandise. And yet Seoeun felt none of that. If anything, she pushed her hips forward slightly so I could see her most private place even better.
Thanks to that, I could examine Seoeun's pussy from barely a handspan away.
"It's pretty. Down here, Seoeun."
"Thank you, Assistant Manager."
A handspan. I had my face less than a foot from her, and there wasn't the faintest scent.
Satisfied, I sat back up.
"Seoeun, come a little closer?"
I adjusted her position, and she stepped right up in front of me. I swept my eyes over that still-impassive face, then reached out...
...and pressed my fingers against her.
"Hnnn..."
When I touched her pussy, Seoeun responded with something closer to a slightly deeper breath than an actual moan. And it was the same after that. Even when I gently rubbed the outside of her. Even when I gently rubbed her clitoris. Even when I spread her open with my index and ring fingers and stroked her inner flesh with my middle finger.
Even then. Even as my middle finger slipped inside her, Seoeun only breathed. No look of arousal. No voice of excitement.
"Hnnnnn..."
Not that she wasn't aroused. Far from it. After I'd been touching her pussy for a while, a slick, wet sound answered me.
Seoeun's juices had started clinging to my fingers.