Let Me Take a Call from My Husband (4)
Needless to say, no one came into the office.
The deserted hallway, lights still burning over empty floor, was more than quiet—it was cold. Inside the office itself the silence had thickened into something almost uncanny, a stillness so complete it set the nerves on edge.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Hh, nn, nnnn… nngh, haah, haah, W-Woo… Woojin, haah, haa-nngh…!"
Han Minah, who had no way of knowing any of that, kept trying to make me stop. She twisted around with her hand clamped over her mouth, eyes shining with a desperate, pleading look. She reached back and clutched my arm. She shook her head no, over and over, as if that might be enough.
But her body told a different story.
Squeeze…!
Han Minah's pussy, utterly at odds with the rest of her, kept rippling and writhing around me—begging me to finish inside her, and to do it now.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"So what? It's a test."
"Ah… n-no, haah, I kn-know, hnn, nngh, ah, haah… aah, aah, a-nnn, nnn, nnnn—!"
She'd get it.
The Remarks had made her forget for a moment, that was all. The second I spelled it out, Han Minah would remember. She knew our sex wasn't an affair—it was an exam—and she'd been working hard to think of it that way. Whether someone else saw them, though, was a completely different problem.
Because of the second Remarks field, Han Minah couldn't tell anyone that the content of her promotion exam was satisfying my stamina—or, to put it bluntly, having sex with me. Even if she did, how the other person would react was almost beside the point. She would still have to talk about the sex itself… and no matter how you turned it over, the only word that came to mind was affair.
An affair in an empty office after everyone else had gone home. With a male subordinate from the same team. Taking a creampie.
The moment anyone saw this, she was finished.
And yet… whenever I touched her, Han Minah got far more aroused than usual. The thrill of maybe getting caught, the sweet rotten kick of doing something she shouldn't—she felt those things as pleasure.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
Squeeze—!!
"Haaahhhhh… nnnnngh…!!"
Her pussy clamped down in a hard climax, writhing and milking my cock, and I slammed my hips flush against her ass and came.
Thrust—!
Spurt, spurt—! Spurt—! Spurt, spurt—!!
"Nnn… a-nnnn… nngh…!!"
Come to think of it, Han Minah might have been getting off on the thrill and the transgression this whole time.
A test?
Out loud she called it a promotion exam, not an affair, and she'd been making a point of talking about work before and after we had sex, as if she needed to keep reminding herself. Asking me to look after the new recruit. Bringing up Min Seoeun. Running through the details of a project that was coming in soon.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haah… aah, nn, nnn, nn, nngh, haah, haah, a-nnn, nn, nngh…!"
But after today, she probably wouldn't be able to pretend this was anything other than a full-blown affair.
Wanting to grab dinner together after work. Wanting to meet up on the weekends and go on actual dates. Sleeping in the same bed, waking up in the same bed. And of course, having as much sex as we could stand.
If this relationship ever came to light, it wouldn't just be Han Minah walking off a cliff. I'd be right there with her.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haaaah… aaahnnnn… nnh…!"
But with the HR Management App, I could keep all of that in hand. The thought of that—of being able to settle in and enjoy a thick, lingering affair with a married woman whose fire had only just been lit—sent a fresh rush of heat through me. That heat went straight to the base of my cock, and when the climax finally broke I filled her again without the slightest hesitation, pouring myself into her until there was no room left.
Thrust—!
Spurt—! Spurt—! Spurt-spurt-spurt, spurt—!
"Haaaaaaaah… nh…!"
Whether she'd forgotten there might still be someone in the office, or simply given up caring—Han Minah took every drop, her thighs and ass shuddering as she came all over again.
That should be enough.
"Haah… ah, nn, nnnnh… haah, haah, haaaaah…!"
"They're gone."
"They're… gone?"
"Yeah. I don't think they noticed us. They came in, put something down, and left right away."
"Haaaah… haah, haaah…"
The moment I told her that the someone who'd been holding her hostage—a someone who had never actually existed—was gone, the look in Han Minah's eyes shifted. At the start she'd been lost in nothing but pleasure. When I'd said someone was coming, her face had gone tight with that dizzy, electric panic.
"Haah… Woojin… haah… you're going to keep going, right?"
Now the danger had passed, and her eyes shone like there was nothing left to hold her back.
I had every intention of continuing.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haah, haah… a-nn, nngh, haah, haah, haaah…!"
I answered by rolling my hips, and Han Minah stopped covering her mouth. She was still trying to keep the sounds down, but it wasn't the same clenched, hunted posture as before. If anything, she looked like she wanted to feel the thrill and the transgression properly this time—the ones she'd been too panicked to enjoy.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haah… Woojin… Woojin, hh, ah, haang, haaah… a-nngh, Woojin, c-can you… touch my chest? Please? Haah…!"
She even asked for more.
It was the same request as before—rub my breasts—but something in me had loosened too. I slid my hand toward her chest… and then kept going, past where she expected, without actually groping her yet.
I even slowed my hips a little so I could work the buttons.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.
I got her dress shirt open at last and hooked her bra up over her breasts, and the heavy, struggling weight of them spilled free. I set my bare palm on bare skin and kneaded her carefully, and without the stiff fabric of the shirt in the way there was nothing in my hand but softness, her breast warping and yielding under my fingers. I worked the whole of it with my palm and caught the stiff peak of her nipple between thumb and forefinger and twisted.
Pinch—
"Haaaaang…!!"
Han Minah cried out like she'd forgotten she was supposed to be quiet. She caught herself a beat later and clapped a hand over her mouth, but it was already too late.
And then—
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haaaaahnnnnnnnnn…!"
—I didn't need to concentrate on buttons anymore. I drove into her harder, and Han Minah collapsed forward over the table and just sobbed.
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Ha… aang, aang, a-nngh, nn, nn, nnnngh, haah, haah, Woojin, haaah… Woojin, it's too… nngh, haah, haaang…!"
Even if no one was coming, I was being rough and I knew it. I had a reason, though. I needed to be this rough.
Thrust—!
Spurt—! Spurt—! Spurt-spurt-spurt, spurt—!
"…Ah, nn, h-nh, ha, haaaaah…!"
"Hooo…"
I wound the climax all the way up and then spent it inside her again. A lot. A whole lot.
I eased back from behind her, thinking I might as well check my work. The moment my cock slipped free of the pussy it had been packing full—
Gluck—!
"Hnn…"
"Wow…"
A frankly absurd amount of cum spilled out of her, so much I almost couldn't believe I'd put it there. That alone would have been obscene enough. Add the rest of her: those soft thighs still trembling with aftershocks. The pale ass I'd been gripping so hard it still had my handprints on it. Those breasts, heavy enough that when she folded over the table they spilled out sideways. And then her face—
"Haah… haaaaah… haah, nngh, haah, haaah…"
—slack and wrecked, doing nothing but panting.
I stepped in behind her again, already decided I wasn't done, and that was when her phone started ringing.
Rrriing—!
I froze. So did she.
"I'll grab it. One second."
"Y-yeah… please."
She had her slacks all the way off and her shirt hanging open. I only had my cock out. Between the two of us, I was the one who could move.
I poked my head out of the pantry, checked the hall, and snatched up her phone—
"…Her husband?"
—and stopped.
The name on the screen was My Hubby ♡.
I carried the still-ringing phone back into the pantry and held it out to her.
"It's your husband."
"My husband? Ah… yeah."
She put a finger to her lips—shh—then braced one hand on the table and lifted the phone to her ear.
"Yeah, what's up? Mm. Right now? No, I think I'm going to be pretty late. Yeah, go ahead and eat without me. Sorry, I should've let you know earlier."
Right. The man Han Minah loves is her husband. I'm the exam proctor. If I'm being generous with myself, the other man.
"No, it's fine. Lately, though… yeah. There's this one subordinate who's really good at his job. Things have been a lot easier thanks to him."
She glanced back at me as she said it, and she smiled, and something strange moved in my chest.
I held onto that feeling and stepped in behind her again while she faced forward, absorbed in the call. I bent my knees a little.
"I'll just grab something simple here and head home. Yeah, you can go to sleep first if you—"
Sliiiide—!
"Hnnnnh—!!"
"Hnnnnh—!!"
"Huh? What's wrong?"
"Ah… w-wait, wai…t…"
Blank panic. In the middle of a call with her husband, Han Minah's mind went white. She twisted around, trying to understand what had just happened, and found Woojin buried inside her, smiling like he was having a wonderful time.
"Wait—wait a second!"
She yanked the phone away from her cheek in a rush, clapped her palm over the mic, and hissed at him as quietly as she could.
"What—what are you doing, Woojin…!"
"It's the exam."
"…What?"
"The exam. You can keep talking."
Keep talking, he said.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"…Nn, ha, ha-nn, hnnn…!"
Woojin rolled his hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, tormenting her.
"Hello? Minah, what's going on? Is something wrong?"
The call was still live. Hanging up out of nowhere would only make him suspicious. Talking in a voice that was already breaking would make him even more so.
"No, nooo…"
"Why do you sound like that? Did something happen?"
"It's not— haah…"
Woojin, please. Please stop. Please. Please?
She turned that look on him over her shoulder, and Woojin just kept smiling, with no intention of letting her off.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Hello?"
"It's nothing… I was fine, I really was, and then I heard your voice and I got a little… emotional, I guess. That's all it is."
"Aigoo… come on. I'm the one who should be sorry. I'm supposed to be making things easier for you."
If there was a mercy in it, it was this: Woojin wasn't slamming into her the way he had before, hard enough to knock the thoughts out of her head. He was moving just gently enough that she could, barely, hold on to herself.
"No, no. I—I do this work because I want to. You don't have to think like that. You really don't. It's okay."
"It's not okay. I feel bad, that's why I'm saying it. Remember what I told you before? If the job gets to be too much, you can quit whenever you want. Take it easy. You don't have to let the company own you."
"Yeah… I kno—"
And then, without warning—
Slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap-slap—!
"Haaaaaangh…!!"