Min Seoeun's Stay Training (4)
Even so, Min Seoeun gritted her teeth and kept hammering at her keyboard, waiting for six o'clock to arrive.
Before long, Woojin seemed to shut the vibrator off; the buzzing vanished, and she could focus on her work again.
Every so often a soft hum… hum… still trembled up from below, but nothing like that first brutal wave. Just enough to confirm the toy was still working—and that Seoeun was still reacting the way she should.
Getting used to the stimulation did not mean she had gone numb to it.
…Mmm…
"Hh… nngh…."
Every time the vibration kicked in, Seoeun's body gave a sharp little jolt. She never let a sound escape, though. Not after earlier—she was terrified that if she made a noise, those indifferent men nearby might wander over again.
Her focus stayed locked, absolute and exclusive, on Woojin alone—until, at last, six o'clock arrived.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Could you come here a second?"
Unlike at three, the moment the clock hit six Woojin pointed toward the door with his eyes.
"And pack up right away. We'll talk for a bit, then head straight out. I'll drive you home."
"Ah… understood."
Ordinarily she would have declined. Of course riding home in Woojin's car sounded wonderful—comfort was secondary; what mattered was getting even thirty minutes or an hour alone with her Master. But she hated the thought of inconveniencing him.
If it had only been about her own comfort versus his trouble, Seoeun would have refused…
…Schlick—
"Eut…."
The mortifying wet sound that answered the instant she stood up left her no choice. Going home alone wouldn't hurt Woojin, but if she boarded a train and a bus looking like this—and if someone from the company saw her—and if they started looking strangely at Woojin, her Master—
That, she could not endure. So Seoeun quietly gathered her things and followed him into the small meeting room they had used earlier.
The moment they stepped inside—
Click—
The second they entered the small meeting room, Seoeun hit the In Meeting button so no one else could walk in.
I felt a flicker of pride watching her clear the space on her own—then it faded. I sat in a chair the way I had before, but instead of taking the seat across from me, Seoeun came around to my side and simply stood there.
"Have a seat, Seoeun. Why are you standing?"
"Well…."
What was this? The same Seoeun who looked like she wouldn't bleed if you stabbed her was actually flustered.
"What's wrong?"
"…It's a mess down there right now, so sitting is a little…."
"Ah."
So that was it. Hearing the reason straight from her made the panic written across her face suddenly make sense.
It was exactly that look—the one a dog gives you when you come home from work and find it peed somewhere other than its pad, and it knows it did wrong, so it keeps glancing up at its owner.
How the owner reacts in that moment matters. Yes, she messed up. It wasn't a good thing. But if you just start yelling, you can drive a wedge between you and the dog. Better to scold her gently.
"Seoeun."
"…Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Mind taking off your skirt again, like before?"
"Understood."
A dog through and through. Even flustered, Seoeun obeyed without hesitation—she slipped off her jacket and hung it on the chair, then peeled off her suit skirt with zero delay and set it on the table instead of on top of the jacket.
Back in just her blouse and pantyhose, she hesitated a beat, reading my face—then hooked her thumbs into either side of her panties and dragged them down.
Pantyhose and panties both bunched below her hips. Then, slowly…
Sss…
She lifted the hem of her blouse the way she had earlier, but this time there was none of that faint confidence. She raised her hands like someone who simply did not want to get scolded.
And there, fully on display, was Seoeun's pussy.
"Mm…."
"……."
"You're soaked, Seoeun."
"…Yes, Assistant Manager."
Just as she'd said—a complete mess down there. So wet it was a miracle nothing had shown through the seat of her suit skirt.
And even so, with the panties and pantyhose that had been gently compressing her gone, the vibrator still nestled inside her didn't slip out. That good a grip? People always said once you slept with an athlete you could never go back. Maybe Seoeun was that type.
"Congratulations, Seoeun."
"Y-yes?"
"You passed the test. I figured since you don't have any experience it might take a while, but you cleared it on the first try."
"Th-thank you, Assistant Manager."
"Why thank me? You're the one who held out. Anyway, a promise is a promise—I'll do it with you. I'll work around whatever time is convenient for you. When works?"
"Anytime is fine with me. I'll adjust to whatever is convenient for you, Assistant Manager."
If I handed the decision back to her, she would just hand it right back to me again. Better to lock in a time now.
"Then let's set it for next Friday. We'll leave work together, grab dinner, and head over."
"Understood."
The test was over and the result delivered. She was free to get dressed—but since I hadn't told her to, Seoeun stayed standing in front of me with her panties still down around her thighs.
A dog this obedient deserved a little treat, didn't she? Something like a squeeze of churu paste.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager."
"Next week is next week. But since you passed the test in one shot today, I want to give you a little reward of my own."
I shoved my jacket aside, stood, eased my pants down just enough, and presented the cock that had been standing stiff because of her.
"Want to suck it for me?"
The instant Woojin pulled his cock out, Seoeun's heart started hammering. Separate from that, she had been wondering why he was suddenly undoing his pants—
"Want to suck it for me?"
"……."
After all the videos she had been devouring ever since Woojin first mentioned the test, Seoeun understood exactly what he was asking for. And it was something she wanted too.
Of course she wasn't going to refuse. She dropped to her knees in front of him in a flash—
"Hold on, Seoeun."
"Y-yes?"
"Put those back on first. It'll be uncomfortable doing it with them off, so put them on."
"…Understood."
It wouldn't have been uncomfortable at all. Dropping to her knees with her pantyhose and panties half-down wasn't exactly a burden. If anything… Seoeun had been hoping that if she sucked him like this and he watched her juices drip, he might decide to "do it" with her right here and now.
A shame. Still.
Sss—
Without a word of protest she followed his order, pulling the half-lowered panties and pantyhose back up. The fabric clung damp against her from her own slick; she didn't let it show. Then she sank to her knees in front of Woojin again.
And right before her eyes…
"……."
"What is it?"
"N-nothing… sir."
Woojin's cock—the one she had dreamed about for so long—stood rigid and proud. Seoeun swallowed without meaning to, then carefully reached out and touched it.
Sss…
"Ah…."
This. This was exactly what she wanted.
Her hand trembled, just a little. Saliva kept welling up. Her breathing quickened. Clearly aroused, Seoeun leaned her head forward—
"Seoeun."
"Yes?"
"Wait."
"…Yes."
Again. Woojin stopped her again, and again she froze without complaint.
A few seconds like that. Even in those few seconds, the cock in her hand twitched and jumped, stealing her attention.
She was waiting because he'd told her to wait… but why? What was missing…?
"…Assistant Manager?"
"……."
Calling out to him did nothing. Woojin only looked down at her face with a faint smile.
Then something seemed to occur to him.
"Seoeun."
"Yes, Assistant Manager…."
"Stick your tongue out for me?"
"…Eh—"
Startled by the order but obedient all the same, Seoeun immediately stuck out her tongue. As if praising her for it, Woojin reached out and rested his hand lightly on top of her head.
Praise wasn't complete with just a hand on the head, though—you had to stroke, too.
Stroke— stroke— stroke— stroke—
Like that. After petting her hair a few times, Woojin's hand carefully, very carefully, drew the back of her head forward.
Naturally, his cock swelled larger and larger in Seoeun's field of vision. Closer, closer—
Tap—
"Uuh…."
The tip brushed her tongue. A sensation she had never felt before sent a tiny shiver through her whole body. That was all, though.
"Aei…?"
Assistant Manager.
He hadn't told her she could take her tongue back into her mouth, so Seoeun kept it poked out and called to him—but there was no answer. Only—
Sss…
"…Ae, aei…."
—Woojin took his hand off her head, as if to say his part was done.
What was she supposed to do?
Kneeling in front of Woojin. Tongue barely out, resting against the tip of his cock. And in that state, he neither moved nor spoke.
Unable to read his intent, Seoeun had no choice but to stay frozen exactly as she was.
Thanks to her exceptional strength and endurance, the posture itself wasn't hard. And the fact that it was a cock her tongue was pressed against—well, since the man attached to it was Woojin and no one else, the situation was, if anything, a good one.
There was just one problem. No—two.
First problem.
…Drip—
"Auuuh…."
With her tongue held out the whole time—and stuck to Woojin's cock, no less—swallowing the saliva constantly pooling in her mouth was difficult. She could have swallowed if she wanted to. But she didn't dare risk even that tiny motion, afraid her tongue might leave him for even a second.
So—
…Drip, drip—
—the saliva building in Seoeun's mouth ran along her outstretched tongue and onto the cock it was touching.
That much, at least, she could count as fortunate. Woojin watched his own spit drip onto his cock without the slightest look of disgust; he barely seemed to care.
She had only a moment to feel relieved before the second problem hit her far harder.
It wasn't anything else…
"…Chup."
…She wanted to suck.
The situation she had been craving for days was finally here, and all she was allowed to do was hold still. It was driving Seoeun crazy.
Just a little. Checking his face very carefully—
"Chup…."
—she moved her tongue the tiniest bit and licked him.
"Seoeun. You have to wait."
"……."
At the order to wait, a crease formed between Seoeun's brows. Not the kind that meant she was angry—the kind a puppy makes during stay training, pure frustrated longing.
Add a little whining sound effect and the picture would be perfect, Woojin thought, as he casually picked up his phone.
He tapped the screen—
…Vvvvvvvvv—
"Uuuhhhnnn…!"