Min Seoeun's Stay Training (3)
Squelch. Squelch.
Min Seoeun could feel her own slick dripping from her pussy — and of course, well before that sensation even registered, she understood exactly why she was wet.
Squelch— squelch— squelch— squelch—
"Hnnnnngh...."
Pleasure.
Min Seoeun was fully aware that what she was feeling was sexual pleasure. She just wasn't any good at showing it. But larger than the pleasure itself were the feelings she held toward Woojin, the man currently toying with her pussy.
"Haah... how is it, Assistant Manager?"
"It's pretty."
"Thank you, Assistant Manager."
Master thinks well of me.
Master is taking an interest in me.
Master likes what he sees.
It wasn't the sensation of someone touching her pussy that was doing this to her.
...Squish—! Squish—! Squish—! Squish—!
It was the knowledge that Woojin thought well of her that made the slick spilling from Min Seoeun swell even more.
Separate from the arousal, though, curiosity about the situation still lingered.
"Um... Assistant Manager. Is the content of the test... showing you this part of me?"
"Ah. Sorry — we should get to the test. Seoeun's pussy is so pretty I lost track of time staring at it."
"...Thank you."
Again.
The instant Woojin called her pretty, a gush of slick spilled from Min Seoeun's pussy. His fingers, now coated in it, finally left her. He seemed to be reaching into his pocket for something, then hesitated with his hand still wet, glancing around as if looking for a wipe...
"Assistant Manager."
"Yes?"
"......"
Reading her gaze, Woojin held out his hand. Min Seoeun—
Tap. Tap.
—dropped to her knees right in front of him and carefully took his wrist in both hands.
And then...
"Sluurp... lick, slurp, lick... slurp, lick, lick, sluuurp...."
She carefully licked her own slick from Woojin's fingers. Apparently pleased by the sight, he reached out his other hand and settled it on top of her head. And as he stroked her hair...
"Lick..."
"...What's wrong, Seoeun?"
"Ah. It is nothing."
Her heart kicked again. This time it didn't stop at a flutter in her chest — her body reacted in earnest. Her eyes widened a fraction. Her breath caught. A bead of slick slipped free.
This won't do.
She couldn't leave Woojin's hand in that filthy state. Min Seoeun went back to licking his fingers.
"Sluurp... lick, slurp...."
Honestly, the first time he'd seen Min Seoeun, there'd been something a little intimidating about her. Pretty or not, a person has a look — an atmosphere — and hers had been a lot to take in.
But now.
"Sluurp... lick, slurp...."
Watching her on her knees, licking his fingers, intimidating was the last word that came to mind. If anything, she was starting to look a little cute. That adorable dissonance of a big dog trotting right up to you and gently licking your hand, begging to be petted — that was exactly the feeling Min Seoeun gave off right now.
"Seoeun, that's enough."
"Lick... Yes. Understood."
True to a role that really was 'dog,' the moment he told her she could stop, Min Seoeun took her mouth off his hand at once.
"Want to stand up for a second?"
She rose the instant he said so—
...Thump—!
—and then she swayed, just slightly, as she got to her feet. He glanced down to see why.
"Mm..."
"Is something the matter?"
"No. Nothing."
He didn't know what had just gone through her, or what she'd been thinking — but a considerable amount of slick was pattering down from Min Seoeun's panties.
Well. His hand was clean now.
He slid the wireless vibrator from his pocket and held it out toward the space between her legs. Min Seoeun seemed to know what it was; she eased her thighs apart at once.
That was interesting enough to ask about.
"Seoeun, do you know what this is?"
"I believe I have a rough idea."
"An idea of what?"
"One of those things that vibrates... is it not?"
"That's right. How did you know?"
"It appeared in a... video I looked up recently."
So she'd watched some porn with this kind of play in it. That would make things faster.
"Until we clock out today. If you can keep this in and hold out, I'll count that as a pass."
"Hold out — in precisely what sense?"
"You can probably guess. You'll have this in, and I'll be turning the vibration on from the side without warning."
He didn't even need the dedicated remote. It paired with his phone, so he could run it from the app without drawing any weird looks.
"If you tell me you can't take it and ask me to take it out. If you're working and this thing makes it obvious you can't concentrate. Or if you finish from it, by yourself. Any of those is a fail, and we do a retest."
Play like this, depending on the situation, could even come off as cute and playful. Feeling anything cute and playful with Min Seoeun, though, was probably a lost cause.
"Here. You put it in yourself, then get your panties and stockings back on."
"Understood."
Not that it really mattered.
She slid the vibrator into her own pussy herself. Pulled her panties and stockings — soaked through with slick — back on. Stepped back into her skirt. And then...
A low hum.
"Ah..."
"You feel that?"
"Yes. I can feel it."
She said it with that same flat expression, reporting that she could feel the vibration inside her pussy. Of course, this look alone wasn't exactly unattractive... but it wasn't enough.
"I'll turn it off for now. Later I'll switch it on at random, without telling you. That's when I'll be watching how you react."
"Understood."
"Let's head back, then."
But once he had returned to his desk with Min Seoeun—
He had given the third remarks a subtle twist. The original entry had said that when she became aroused she would still get wet, but her expression wouldn't change and she would barely let out a moan.
The important part was the moaning. Not that she hardly made a sound — that she would try her hardest to hold it back. That distinction was what pulled a peculiar tension into the air.
Which meant that around 4:41 p.m., when Min Seoeun had let her guard down just a little, a weak pulse through the vibrator would be enough to make the woman at the next desk jolt and clap a hand over her mouth.
"Nnh—!"
Athletes — in other words, stamina. Stamina is vitality. And vitality, put another way, is sexual energy.
Athletes train and train, day after day, and in the process they burn off a libido that runs far hotter than an ordinary person's. But the moment they take a break, or quit, that leftover vitality — that leftover lust — has nowhere to go. It stacks. And stacks.
It was only that from the day she left taekwondo behind until recently, studying, college, and the job hunt had left Min Seoeun no room to feel any of it. Even after she got hired, settling into company life had taken everything she had — and more than that, the thought that she had to put Master first had kept the desire from ever surfacing.
She had considered that a blessing.
Vmmmmm—
Suddenly. Truly out of nowhere, a vibration bloomed low in her body, and Min Seoeun had to clap a hand over her mouth.
Why?
She didn't have time to reason it out.
"Nnh—!"
By any standard of common sense a modern person ought to have, getting caught at the office during work hours with a vibrator inside your pussy was the kind of thing that could bury you alive. Min Seoeun had accepted Woojin's test anyway, because recent experience had convinced her she could endure whatever it involved. And she had been enduring it.
But now...
"...Hh, haaaaah..."
Hand sealed over her mouth, barely able to breathe, Min Seoeun's complexion was not a color anyone would call healthy. Which, of course, was perfect for drawing a reaction out of the men. Everyone's impression of her was strong, upright, unshakable — so the moment that impression looked fragile, the contrast hit just right.
Jeong Minsu, sitting closest to Min Seoeun and Woojin, was the first to notice.
"Seoeun, what's... what's wrong?"
"......"
But Min Seoeun could not take her hand off her mouth. She knew. She knew exactly what this sensation was. She knew precisely what it was stimulating. She knew how her body responded to that kind of stimulation. Which meant she knew, all too clearly, what kind of voice would come out if she took her hand away and tried to speak.
"......"
"Seoeun. Are you okay?"
"I'm fi..."
Her molars locked. The corner of her eye trembled. The thin scrap of voice that escaped her as she tried to hold on made her sound even worse than she looked — and Park Chihyeon, her fellow new hire, who happened to be passing by, came straight over.
"Seoeun, what's wrong?"
"......"
"S-Senior Jeong, do you know why Seoeun is...?"
"I-I don't know. She just suddenly started doing this?"
This is bad.
She couldn't let them figure out what was happening — but she also couldn't keep her mouth shut forever. Of the two thoughts, Min Seoeun put the second first. Two men clustering around her desk for no apparent reason was already the kind of thing that drew eyes, and if this went on, more people would start to gather.
Slowly, she took her hand away.
"...I am fine. I am fine."
"Are you sure? You really don't look good."
"I am fine. I think I ate something wrong at lunch. My stomach is a little—"
VMMMMM—!
She had been doing everything she could to play it ordinary and let the moment pass. Then the vibration inside her suddenly surged.
In the end—
Her hand slammed back over her mouth.
"Ssshhk—!"
Min Seoeun swallowed the moan that had been about to slip free.
"Seoeun, are you okay?"
"Are you sure you're okay? You really don't look well..."
"I am fine... I am fine."
At least this jolt of panic was a little weaker than the first one, when the vibration had gone from nothing to something. That was enough for her to get the words out one more time.
Woojin, who had been watching the whole thing in silence, spoke up.
"Seoeun. If you're feeling that bad, maybe you should head home early today."
"......"
The words landed with more weight than they should have. Min Seoeun clenched her teeth and sat up straight.
Because—
"...No. I am fine. I am truly fine."
—up to now she had only been losing her mind to the vibration in her pussy. Woojin's voice was a stimulus of an entirely different order. The way watching porn while you touch yourself hits harder than just rubbing your clit alone. Woojin's mere existence was a reliable aphrodisiac where Min Seoeun was concerned.
"Mm... all right. If you say so, then that's how it is. But if it gets too bad, don't tough it out — tell me. And I'm not being cute about it. You've been working incredibly hard lately, so I'm actually worried."
"...Understood. If I truly cannot continue, I will say so."
"Chihyeon, Minsu — you heard her, right? She says she's fine. You know it just gets more annoying when people keep asking if you're okay after you've already said you are. I'll look after Seoeun. You two get back to what you were doing."
And then, just now—
"Ah. Yes, understood."
"Please look after Seoeun, sir."
"Yeah. I'll keep an eye on her."
He had praised her.
He was looking after her.
He was going to watch her.
The moment Min Seoeun heard Woojin's words, a surge of lust unlike anything she had ever felt tore through her.
Vmmmmmmmmm—
"...Haaaaaaaaaah."
And the vibrator worked that lust exactly the way it was built to.