Harin, I Don't Like Spanking You (2)
Sliide... sliide... sliide...
A man's hands stroked slowly across her ass.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Patting it.
Smack!
"Nnh...!"
And then hitting it.
If someone were to walk in on this — if anyone at all saw what was happening in this room — they would land on one of two conclusions.
The first: Ju Harin is being sexually harassed by Woojin.
If some well-meaning soul took pity on her and filed a report, she might feel a flicker of grim satisfaction. In practice, though, Ju Harin would have no choice but to stop that report from going anywhere.
She needed the promotion.
As long as Woojin was the only person who could get her promoted, his leaving the company over something like this would bring her path to advancement to a dead stop. Which meant Ju Harin would have to lean on the second interpretation and shut any report down before it started.
That second one.
Smack!
"Haaah..."
Woojin and I have this kind of relationship.
In other words, she would have to trot out some utterly ridiculous logic — that Ju Harin liked getting her ass spanked, and Woojin was simply doing her the favor of working out her sexual frustration. And the person who would have to make that argument was none other than Ju Harin herself.
Smack!
"Ah—!"
She hated both options. But if she had to pick the one she hated less, it was obviously the latter. If her promotion path got blocked, she could at least look for another job — some kind of backup existed. But this?
Smack!
"Hah...!"
I like getting spanked? By this bastard? And I asked him to hit me?
Of course it would never actually come to that. But even imagining that someone out there might think it was enough to make her skin crawl.
Smack!
"...Nnh, nnhh...!"
Her thoughts were one thing. Her body, little by little, was becoming honest.
Wetness spilling out of her. Her thighs trembling. Her lip caught hard between her teeth.
Smack!
"Haaaaah...!"
Even her breathing was turning hot, and then—
Sliiiide...
Poke.
"Hyeuh...!"
The same hand that had been stroking her ass pressed firmly against the fabric over her pussy. In truth, the gesture itself barely did more than stir up the pleasure that had been building from the spanking. What really fanned that heat into something sharper was Woojin's voice.
"What's this, Harin? You said you don't like getting spanked, but you haven't even taken that many hits and you're already so much wetter than before. Are you going to be able to go back down to the office after this? At this rate, you might not even be able to wear these panties for the rest of the day."
Her body was already flushed and overheated. The moment his voice reached her, her legs started to shake.
Ju Harin had no idea the HR Management App existed, let alone that several Remarks had been attached to her. Her mind raced to analyze what was happening to her anyway.
"Let me finish up first. Right — Harin. How many do you have left?"
"F-four..."
"Four. Got it. I won't stop in the middle with any weird comments this time, so don't you go making any weird sounds either. It'll be uncomfortable when you're trying to work later."
"W-what's going to be uncomfortable?"
"What do you think? Your panties are soaked. They're already this wet, and if you take more on top of that... will you be all right?"
"......"
It wasn't his voice. It was the words. Everything Woojin said kept digging straight into her shame.
You're a pervert who likes getting spanked, aren't you?
That's why you get this wet from it.
You going to be okay? If you're this soaked, work is going to be miserable later.
The shame she had recognized in herself without meaning to made the pleasure of each slap land that much harder.
Smack!
"Haaahn...!"
It was getting difficult to hold the moans back at all.
Lim Jiwoo was a Brat. Min Seoeun was a Servant. I was planning to cook up a fitting inclination for Chae Dayeon and Han Minah before long, too.
And I intended to give Ju Harin one of her own.
Smack!
"Hnnnnh—!"
Listening to her now — not a cry of pain after each hit, but a moan of pleasure — you could be forgiven for thinking the inclination I had in mind was masochist, or spankee. Those weren't entirely off the table.
But the one sitting a little higher up the chain was Degradee.
It might have been a somewhat niche preference. Put simply, it looked like this.
Smack!
"Haaaaah...!"
"That's ten. Good work, Harin... wait. That wasn't hard work for you at all, was it? You actually seemed to enjoy it. So doesn't that mean I was the one who suffered? You like getting your ass spanked, after all."
A disposition that got aroused by shame. Taken to its extreme, that kind of shame was supposed to bloom into things like outdoor exposure play — I wasn't sure we'd get that far yet. What I was planting in Ju Harin right now was verbal degradation.
"Come to think of it, that whole thing about taking points for letting me spank you because I like doing it... looking at it another way, didn't you just make that up because you wanted me to hit you?"
"Hah... haaah..."
It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say I had entered the second Remark specifically to build a Ju Harin who got turned on by being torn down.
There was no universe in which Ju Harin would get aroused by my voice under ordinary circumstances.
Poke.
"Haaang...!"
"See? I told you, Harin. I touched you here, yes — but you know as well as I do that I wasn't doing it to turn you on. I was just checking whether you were wet or not..."
But if I locked in a condition that she got aroused by my voice, and then degraded her on top of it, I could force the conclusion that she was getting wet because of the degradation.
...Preeesss.
"H-hyeuhhhh...!"
"You're leaking again, Harin."
Just like that.
If it were up to me, I would have hooked her panties aside and put my hands directly on the soft flesh that felt so yielding even through the fabric. That felt a little dangerous at this stage, though, so I pulled my hand away.
Still. Just watching Ju Harin's profile as she slumped against the wall, panting, was satisfying enough. That was as far as we'd go today.
Besides, after what had happened here, the next time she came looking for me she would have no choice but to bring a much stronger tribute.
"Harin."
"Y-yes...?"
"Let's wrap this up."
She'd figure out what that meant on her own.
A short while later.
Once she had composed herself, Ju Harin snuck a glance at me and tugged her skirt back down over her ass. The fabric had picked up a few wrinkles, but something else seemed to be bothering her more — she looked ready to bolt. I stopped her.
"Harin."
"Y-yes?"
"Ah."
I had almost forgotten, now that the spanking was over. The condition that she got aroused by the sound of my voice was still in effect — even a simple call of her name made her jump.
"Let me make this perfectly clear, right here. I don't actually like spanking your ass."
"...For someone who says that, you sure look like you're enjoying yourself. That expression of yours."
"I said I'm not."
The fact that she could still snap at me with that venomous look on her face told me she had plenty of nerve left.
"Anyway. I think you did well today."
"...You just said you don't like spanking."
"I don't. I don't like it — but what did I tell you last time? What were you thinking when you came to see me today?"
"......"
"I told you that you're on my line, so I can take care of you. And that all you have to do is the things I like. That's why you came here thinking you'd get points for letting me spank you, isn't it?"
She clearly didn't want to say it, so I said it for her.
"That's what you did well. The direction was wrong, sure — but the fact that you came here trying to do something with me in mind. That's what you did well."
"...Ah. Yes. Is that so?"
"Yes. So if you want special points again, come find me for a different reason. Next time, I'll have no choice but to give you a lot — even if I don't want to."
"......"
Ju Harin narrowed her eyes into something lethal, then walked out of the small conference room.
I stayed behind for a moment and pulled up her page.
First, I gave her one point.
Then I started thinking about what she ought to bring with her the next time she came looking for me.
I would leave the first Remark — the one tied to the HR Management App — as it was. The second Remark, which became even more effective when I was having sex with Harin, could stay too.
What I wanted to edit was the third Remark.
The line about leaking every time I spanked her ass would become...
Believes that Choi Woojin wants to have sex with her.
Leaving the small conference room and heading back toward her own office, Ju Harin took the empty emergency stairwell and vented every ounce of irritation she had.
"Are you insane? You crazy bastard. You son of a bitch. Haaaaah... fuck. So annoying. So fucking annoying..."
The one mercy was that nobody else was here, which meant she could snarl as much as she wanted without anyone making it worse. Any other time, the slightest hint of a bad mood would have every kind of man in the building coming to hover, and that would have pissed her off even more.
Looking faintly worn, Ju Harin stepped carefully down onto the next stair.
And then—
"Nnh..."
She flinched at the strange sensation blooming across her ass. Almost the same feeling as last time.
"...No."
She shook her head hard, trying to deny it — and that was when she felt it. She had received the promotion points.
One point.
Just as Woojin had said, getting a promotion point for ten slaps to the ass was a bargain, if you looked at it that way...
"...How am I supposed to fill it all like this."
Ten hits for one point. A hundred for ten. A thousand for a hundred.
Never mind the time it would take. She had no confidence she could physically survive a thousand hits. And more than that — if that bastard decided it was too much trouble and refused, she wouldn't even have an argument.
Naturally, her thoughts drifted back to what Woojin had said a few minutes ago.
"No choice but to give you a lot of points..."
And then, unbidden, a method that made spanking look like nothing at all drifted into her head.
"Ah... no. That's really, really not... not that..."
Even what she had already been through was something that should never have happened. And now more than that? Far more?
Setting aside whether it was morally acceptable, the fact that it would mean setting down her dignity as a woman made her shake her head hard enough to rattle.
She dismissed it as complete garbage and went back to her desk. Then, if only to settle her nerves a little, she turned to the group chat where her friends were gathered. It was obviously not something she should have been doing during work hours — but the strange, lingering comfort of having banked even a single promotion point made it possible.
Except...
Her friends' messages made Ju Harin uncomfortable all over again.
Friends she had known for nearly ten years were celebrating Jung Taekjin making the promotion evaluation as if it were their own good news.
But.
"......"
Ju Harin could not congratulate him with a pure heart.