The Work-Dumping Fox (1)
One of the things job seekers and students so often get wrong is this: the work itself is rarely what decides how hard office life really is.
Anyone who's been there already knows. What actually sets the difficulty of a company job is the personalities of the people you work with—and the ones you keep bumping into every day.
The job? The tasks? The actual labor?
No matter how brutal or complicated it gets, good people around you can drop the felt difficulty by a mile. Surround yourself with absolute assholes, though, and even something as simple as moving boxes in a warehouse becomes the hardest thing in the world.
So then.
What about someone with the kind of charm that softens everyone around them just by existing? How easy would company life become for a person like that?
Lim Jiwoo, who had been living that easy company life, found herself suddenly hit with a crushing wave of reality while hot water poured down over her chest.
Ssshhhhhhh—
"…Why am I doing this?"
Why? Seriously, why? For what? What was a promotion even worth? Why the hell did she have to have sex with that sucker of a guy? What was left after getting promoted, anyway?
Just for a promotion, she was supposed to give her first time to a guy like that?
"No…"
A promotion was nice. Sure.
Even just going from Staff to Assistant Manager had made Jiwoo's office life considerably more convenient.
One more step up from here and she'd be Manager-level.
It was already this comfortable. How much easier would it get once she hit Manager and could work even more people under her?
But did she really have to go this far—have sex with a guy she felt nothing for—just to cling to a promotion?
Did she have to?
No matter how she turned it over, this didn't feel right.
Squeak—
"……."
Jiwoo shut off the shower and towel-dried the water clinging to her skin.
Then, instead of the motel robe she'd brought out to wear, she pulled back on the suit she'd worn when she walked in, piece by piece.
When she stepped out of the bathroom…
"…Ha. Woojin."
Fucking hell.
Jiwoo was the type who almost never swore out loud—or even thought in curses—because she was always watching other people's eyes. The second she saw Woojin, though, the obscenities surged up her throat.
She was supposed to have sex with that guy?
No. Worse.
It wasn't even just about sleeping with him. She had to satisfy him.
Well. Fine.
Same company, man and woman, same department, a year apart as senior and junior.
You never knew how life would go. Maybe after a few drinks things could roll far enough that you ended up at a motel. Sure.
But that was the kind of thing that happened when you weren't in your right mind. Right now she was painfully sober… and it wasn't even ordinary sex. The very text of the condition—that she had to satisfy this nobody junior—was pure garbage.
This really wasn't right.
"Woojin. No matter how I look at this, I don't think—"
Jiwoo, already halfway to brushing the whole situation off and going home, froze.
"What was that?"
"……."
However easy her company life had been, she still had years of office experience under her belt. That experience made her analyze the line she'd just started to spit out.
Woojin, no matter how I look at this, I don't think— She'd gotten that far. Whatever came next had to sound like something that could actually follow.
What was she supposed to say? How was she supposed to cover?
"Sunbae-nim?"
"Ah—um… I, I mean, Woojin."
"Yes. Go ahead."
"I… have to sa-satisfy you, right? That's the thing."
"Yeah, that's right."
"I have to… satisfy you, so, um…"
It was already tangled beyond repair, but if she built the cover carefully from here, it could still work. So—
"Not just you doing everything. I mean, not only you—I should be active too, right? Isn't that what would actually satisfy you…?"
There was no order to the words spilling out of a flustered Jiwoo.
But the content itself—and the fact that Woojin was the one who'd put her in this state—meant he understood perfectly well what she was trying to say.
Which was why:
"So? What exactly are you saying you're going to do, Sunbae-nim?"
"First, Woojin, um… l-lie down…"
"Ah. Okay."
At Jiwoo's request to lie down, he stretched out on the bed without the slightest hesitation.
Unlike Jiwoo, who was still in her suit, Woojin was wearing the white motel robe the place provided.
And the moment he lay back like that…
Sliiiide…
"……."
The front of the robe slipped open at the waist, and Woojin's cock—standing high and hard—came fully into view.
Even Jiwoo, who had been about to move actively for the sake of her promotion, flinched at the sheer overwhelming size of it.
Meanwhile:
"Sunbae-nim, why did you come out in those clothes? Are you planning to do it while wearing that?"
"Ah, that's…"
Woojin asked the frozen Jiwoo with his arms casually folded behind his head, the picture of ease.
How am I supposed to cover this one?
"…I wanted you to watch me take them off… There's a, you know, a certain flavor to that kind of thing…"
Before the thought had even finished forming, Jiwoo put on the sly, fox-like expression that came so naturally to her face and delivered a line just as sly—something close to aegyo.
Whether it worked or not, Woojin let out a short laugh and nodded.
"Then go ahead and strip for me?"
"…Okay."
She'd said it. But the second the words were out, she realized what they actually meant. Coming out in her suit just so he could watch her undress meant she had to take it off in a way that got him hot.
Hot? How the hell was she supposed to do that?
Naturally, with zero experience, Jiwoo felt nothing but blank helplessness—plus the shame of having to strip sexily for a guy like him. She bit down on her lower lip.
In the end, she squeezed her eyes shut tight.
Sliiiide…
And slipped off her jacket.
She was definitely sly.
But if you looked only at Lim Jiwoo's physical specs, "sly" wasn't the first word that came to mind.
Tall—upper 160s.
Breasts that filled my XL hands completely, or maybe even overflowed them.
A wide pelvis that stood out even more under her pencil skirt.
With specs like that, "sly" wasn't the right word at all. If you wanted to be blunt about it, the honest reaction was just: hot.
And yet.
Slip, slip… slip, slip—
The way Jiwoo undid the buttons of her jacket was pure slyness.
Where did that slyness come from, when it didn't match the body? Obviously from that face of hers.
Fox-faced. And not just any fox face—the kind of wickedly sly fox face that pulled your eyes whether she did anything or not.
That face was wearing an expression of pure flustered helplessness, and the combination of that look with Jiwoo's whole atmosphere…
…Thump—
When she hung the jacket over the chair, it made me want to jump her right then and there.
I held back, though.
Thump— thump—
Because after the jacket came off, watching her undo the buttons of her blouse was more than worth the wait.
Thump— thump…
With every button Jiwoo opened, a little more of her white skin peeked through.
Her stomach.
Her sternum.
Her collarbones.
And between sternum and collarbone, a cleavage that looked deep enough to drown in.
But even after every button was undone, she hesitated at the last step, gripping the open front of the blouse like she needed one more round of resolve.
"……."
"What are you doing?"
"Ah—nothing…"
The moment I called her on it, she gave an awkward little smile.
Sliiiiiide…
Then she slowly peeled the blouse away, and her entire upper body came into view.
Breasts packed so full into a purple bra they looked ready to spill out.
Straight, clean shoulders and collarbones that cut deep.
A faint, clear set of abs—she must take care of herself.
And skin that painted every last bit of it pure white.
"Ha…"
Having barely gotten the blouse off, Jiwoo seemed to decide that chickening out this far in would only cost her more.
Ziiiiip…
She dragged the zipper of her suit skirt all the way down.
…Thump—
And let the skirt drop around her ankles, revealing purple panties that clearly matched the bra.
The panties were one thing, but once the clothes were gone, Jiwoo's wide hips jumped out even harder.
Part of it was that her pelvis was just broad to begin with—but set against that cinched-in waist, those already-wide hips looked even wider.
Slip— slip—
Next came her socks.
A little disappointing they weren't pantyhose, but today wasn't the only day. I could save that for later.
And now came the real thing.
…Click—
Jiwoo reached both hands behind her back and unhooked the bra with a soft snap.
She hesitated one more time.
Sliiiide— thump—
Then she pulled the bra off and set it on the pile of clothes.
After that she snuck a glance at me…
"……."
"Keep going."
…I kept my voice even, but that signature sly look of hers made something lurch hard in my chest for a second.
When I calmly asked for the next step, Jiwoo straightened her back again and showed me her bare breasts.
Definitely…
"…Sunbae-nim, what size are you?"
"E… cup."
"Pretty big."
"Th-thank you…"
Yeah. Big.
And not just big—beautifully shaped breasts that actually suited those faint abs.
Then, as Jiwoo's hands finally dropped to her waistband to take off the last piece, my eyes slid down toward her thighs.
"Sunbae-nim, do you work out?"
"Work out?"
"Yeah. Your body looks like you've been training."
"Just yoga… and stuff. Just for maintenance…"
"Ah, yoga. That explains it."
That face.
That atmosphere.
That body.
Put her in something skin-tight like yoga wear and it'd hit a whole different way. I filed that away for next time, too.
Sliiiiiiiide…
And finally, watching Jiwoo peel off her panties sent so much blood surging into a cock that was already rock-hard it almost hurt.
She set the last scrap of fabric on top of the bra and looked at me with an expression that said she had no idea what she was supposed to do next.
"So, Sunbae-nim—this is your first time, right? With me."
"…Yes."
"It's your first time. And you're okay doing it with me?"
"……."
Jiwoo hesitated for a beat.
"…It's fine. It's fine."
She smoothed over the hard question with a smile that had a working adult's weary resignation soaked all the way through it.
Which left me smiling, satisfied.
"From what you were saying earlier, it sounded like you'd already thought of something to satisfy me."
"Ah. Yes."
"Come up here and show me."
"Okay…"
Completely bare, Jiwoo climbed onto the bed.
Sliiiide— sliiiide—
With movements that were pure fox—built to bewitch a man—she crawled toward me little by little and stopped right over my thighs.
The moment my fully raised cock pressed against her lower stomach, Jiwoo lowered her eyes with a faintly trembling look and stared down at it.
Like she was measuring just how deep it would reach once it went inside her.
"…What."
"Are you going to put it in right away?"
"Ah—no. Then…"
Honestly, I wanted to put it in right then and there.
Ten times a day.
When I'd first typed that kind of spec into the Remarks field, even I had wondered if it would actually work—but looking at a cock that had genuinely grown to nineteen centimeters, it felt like I really could.
If I could go ten rounds, losing one to finishing the second I pushed in wouldn't even be a loss.
But she'd said she had something prepared, so I was holding back. Dragging it out like this was only making me more impatient.
She must have sensed that restless energy, because…
Sliiiiiide…
Jiwoo kept my cock pressed flat against her lower stomach and bent down over me.
I thought she was going for a kiss. She wasn't.
…Sliiiide…
She dropped her full weight onto me, and the pleasant heaviness of her body pressed down hard against my chest.
Right after that—
"…Chuuuup—."
Jiwoo started licking my neck, beginning her "service."