The Witness
Iseul's sudden declaration that she wanted to become an actress meant lunch out was off the table.
Not that we could have gone anyway, what with the lunchbox she'd brought.
"Huh?? Han Iseul?!"
"Hello, Manager Oh Kyungjun."
"You're here! You're really here! If you were coming, you could've at least given me a heads-up, hahaha~"
"Ah... well, I didn't accept your offer, Manager. I accepted Oppa's."
"Pardon..?"
Manager Oh Kyungjun, who'd once handed Iseul his business card after spotting her on the street, tilted his head and stared straight at me.
"I'll explain the details later. Iseul, this way."
"Yes. Excuse us, then."
"Ah, right.."
Without so much as a glance at anyone else, I walked straight into the president's office.
And there, I proposed an exclusive contract between Iseul and President Hong Mincheol.
"If you'll excuse me for a moment."
Did he not like her?
President Hong rose from his seat, strode across the room, and walked out through the office door.
"D-did I... do something wrong..?"
"No. Just a second."
Leaving a fidgeting Iseul behind, I stood up as well.
The moment I cracked the office door open, I heard it—President Hong's urgent voice.
"Manager Park! Top-tier terms! Can you draft a contract in one minute?!"
"Yes. We already have the templates...."
Of course.
There was no way he wouldn't want Iseul.
I smirked, closed the door I'd barely opened, and returned to Iseul's side.
"Oppa... I think I overstepped... I'm sorry..."
"That's not it."
"But..."
As if cutting her off, the office door opened and President Hong returned.
"Pardon the interruption. Here is the formal contract. Please review it, and if anything doesn't sit right with you, speak freely—no holding back."
"Ah... yes.... So... does this mean I can become an actress here..?"
"Of course. We'll support you with everything we've got, hahaha~"
"Thank you! I'll work hard!"
"Save the thanks for after you sign."
"Yes!"
I'd have Attorney Park Min-guk review the contract separately.
I was the representative, sure, but there was always the chance of some buried poison clause. And with future contracts with other actors on the horizon, I intended to be thorough.
"If you haven't eaten yet, please join us. We're about to break for lunch—I'll treat you."
"Ah... well... I packed a lunchbox..."
"A lunchbox?"
"......"
Iseul looked at me, and I answered for her.
"She's a close younger friend of mine. She brought a lunchbox for me, so I think I should eat that."
"Ah... if I may ask—what exactly is the relationship between you two?"
I didn't need to answer that one.
"We're like siblings! It's not like that!"
"Ah, I see. Understood. Well then, enjoy your meal."
"Would it be all right if we used a conference room?"
"Of course. It's your company, Representative."
"Thank you."
We left the president's office, grabbed the lunchbox, and headed into a conference room.
The moment she sat down, Iseul started apologizing.
"I'm sorry..."
"For what?"
"For showing up without calling... for getting lipstick on your clothes... for calling you Oppa in front of people without asking... and also...."
"There's more??"
"Earlier, in front of the president... the way I shot it down so firmly... I didn't mean it like I hate the idea...!"
"I know. You did it so I wouldn't get in trouble."
"Thank you for understanding... and.. I'm sorry again..."
"There's still more??"
"....For getting jealous for no reason... I... I'm not even anything to you, Oppa... I'm sorry...."
I understood how she felt.
In a way, it was my fault too.
I still hadn't defined our relationship one way or the other—whether we were just an employer and a housekeeper trading services, or a man and a woman sharing both body and heart.
"H-hurry and eat before it gets cold!"
"Yeah, let's eat together."
"No! I don't need to eat!"
"What are you talking about? You're hungry too. Eat with me."
"No... I can have something else..."
"Something else?"
Iseul stood up and laid out the three-tier lunchbox in front of me.
Then she disappeared.
Under the conference table.
"Did you drop something??"
"Enjoy your meal..."
"Huh??"
"Then... I'll dig in too...."
"I-Iseul..!"
I frantically reached under the table, but her hands didn't hesitate for a second.
In a flash she undid my belt, pulled down the zipper, tugged my underwear just low enough, and took my cock into her mouth.
"Slurp.. suck... slurp..."
"......"
I clamped my mouth shut and clenched my fists.
Then I glanced behind me.
The conference room walls were glass.
Thankfully, the lower half was frosted, so from a seated eye level you could barely see outside.
"Iseul..!"
"Slurp..! Suck!! Slurp..!!"
"Ah..."
Outside, employees were still working.
A space full of other people—and not just any space. The company.
In this public place, Iseul was sucking my cock.
And she was doing it without the slightest restraint.
"Mmm... nngh... slurp...."
She straightened my cock, swollen to the point of bursting, licked from the base all the way to the tip of the head, then sealed her soft lips over it and took it deep into her mouth again.
I was going insane.
When the hell did she get this good at it?!
That was when it happened.
Knock knock knock—
The sound of someone knocking on the conference room door sent a jolt through my entire body like I'd been struck by lightning.
"We're heading out for lunch~ Enjoy your me— wait?? Where's Han Iseul?"
"Huh..? Ah... well....."
She's currently under the table sucking my cock.
I couldn't exactly say that, so I sat there flustered—while Iseul, still working my cock, suddenly thrust a hand up from under the table.
"My phone didn't break!"
"Oh..? Ah... th-that's a relief..."
"Ah~ so you dropped your phone. Well then, enjoy your meal~"
"Yes, you too, Manager."
Manager Park Eunmi closed the conference room door and left the office with the rest of the staff. And Iseul was still under the table, sucking my cock.
She handled a crisis like that without batting an eye?
Iseul, I think acting really is your calling.
And this other talent of yours seems pretty overflowing too.
"Ah..! Iseul, I'm gonna—! Nngh...!!!"
"Mmph!! Mmmph..!!!"
She made a sound like it was a bit much, but she didn't pull away.
She took every last drop, then crawled out from under the table.
Gulp—
Ah... she wanted me to see that....
"Haa...! Haa...! That was delicious...."
"......"
After swallowing the load filling her mouth, Iseul wiped the trickle of cum from the corner of her lips with a fingertip and slipped it back into her mouth.
Suck—
I'm going to lose it. Seriously.
How am I supposed to hold back after that?
"Hup!! O-Oppa..?"
I grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.
Then I sat her on the conference table, hiked up her skirt, and said,
"My turn to eat you first. This guy's hungry."
"Y-you just came..."
"Came too fast. Felt like a waste."
"Then..."
With her skirt pushed up, Iseul looked even more alluring. She hooked a slender finger under her panties, tugged them aside, and said,
"It's nothing fancy... but please enjoy.... Haah!!!"
I stripped her clothes, pulled her underwear open, and drove my cock into her pussy, thrusting like a madman.
"Hngh!!! H-how is it..? Does it taste good..? Haah!!"
"Eating it at the office makes it fucking delicious."
"Haang!! Haahng!! Don't leave any leftovers..!! Haaaang!!!"
Every employee had gone out for lunch.
I devoured Iseul without holding back, and filled her stomach—still not quite enough to satisfy her hunger—with a generous helping of protein.
"Haaa....! Haaa....! Haaa....! The lunchbox...."
"Sorry. I'm already too full."
"I worked so hard... making it...."
"I'll eat it at home. Stick it in the fridge."
"Okay....."
It was frantic sex.
I ate her up like an animal.
Still, once it was over, I behaved like a gentleman.
I cleaned her pussy—soaked with her juices and my cum—with wet wipes, then opened a window to air the place out.
The conference room reeked of sex.
Was lunch break already over?
We must have gone at it for at least thirty minutes.
"But isn't Han Iseul seriously gorgeous??"
"Agreed. I've been around enough sets to see every actress there is, and Han Iseul might be the best of them."
"Even as a woman, I think she's ridiculously pretty. But what's the deal with the Representative and Han Iseul? The way she calls him Oppa, they seem really close."
"They're definitely dating! The vibe was totally off the charts!"
"Let's not jump to conclusions. And let's not discuss this where people can hear. If you're curious, ask the Representative yourself."
"S-sorry..."
"Sorry, Manager..."
Talk at that level would've been fine, but Manager Park Eunmi wouldn't even tolerate that.
She really was a decent person.
More importantly, I needed to get Iseul properly dressed, and fast.
"Iseul, people are coming back up."
"Already..? I still.... m-my legs...."
With no other choice, I sat her up from where she lay on the table and neatly redressed her in the underwear and clothes I'd stripped off.
But hang on.
What was this feeling that I'd missed something?
"Representative... Representative...?"
"Yes..?"
"Oh crap!!"
I bolted back to the window.
And looked down at the employees chatting with coffee in hand.
She wasn't there.
Nowhere in sight.
The one person in this company who still didn't know I was the representative.
Right—the way the staff were casually calling me "Representative" meant Shin Yena wasn't in that group.
Don't tell me....
Whoosh!!!
I spun around.
Toward the office visible through the frosted glass.
"Phew.... nobody's—"
"......"
Our eyes met.
Shin Yena, duck-walking her way out of the office.
"Ye-Yena unnie!!!"
"I didn't see anything!!! Kyaaah!!!!!"
We're screwed.
We're completely screwed.
After Attorney Park Min-guk reviewed the contract, Iseul signed an exclusive deal with Art Company.
But I'd been genuinely worried.
One wrong word from Shin Yena and Iseul's acting career would be finished.
No—her life as a woman could be ruined.
But Iseul said it was fine, and she wanted to sign.
The contract was for five years, with a rough profit split of seven to three.
Compared to the industry standard for rookies—usually five-five or six-four—Iseul landed an excellent deal.
Which meant even people in this business found her looks exceptional.
So I planned to lean hard into that advantage and support her fully.
Alongside the most dangerous person involved.
"Hey, Yena unnie.."
"Hup!! Yes..??"
"......"
These days she jumped every time I so much as called her name.
The constant chatter she used to bring over every day had gone completely silent.
Not that I could blame her.
From her perspective, it looked like I'd brought a girl I knew into the company and done that.
With a newly contracted rookie actress, no less.
"Haa.... Come talk with me for a minute."
"C-can't we just... do it here..?"
"You know we can't. Meet me on the rooftop for a bit."
"The rooftop......"
I sighed at the earthquake going off in Shin Yena's eyes, stood up, and headed to the rooftop first to wait.
A few minutes later, she carefully pushed open the rooftop door.
"Um... why did you want to... meet up here..?"
"You saw that day, didn't you?"
"What??"
"Han Iseul."
"N-no! I didn't see anything! I didn't hear anything!"
"What didn't you see, and what didn't you hear?"
"Well...!! Anyway, I don't know! I really don't know!! So... kyaaah!!! Don't touch me!!!!"
"......"
The second my hand brushed her shoulder, Shin Yena thrashed like she was having a seizure, flailing both arms. She pressed her back against the closed rooftop door and crossed her arms over her chest.
"What on earth are you thinking?!"
"I mean...! I'm... not ready yet....."
"Ready for what?!"
"To join... Eunho's harem company lifestyle....."
"......"
This woman—what the hell was going through her head?!