Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: President Darae
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Shooooaaaah-!!
Standing under the cascading shower, Darae cranked the water temperature to as cold as it would go.
"Huuuuh...!!"
Even as the icy water poured over her body, the heat refused to fade completely.
"Darae, snap out of it... You're not a lesbian...!!!"
Clenching her fists tight, Darae let her mind replay the events under the streaming water, wondering how it had all come to this.
*
About an hour or two earlier.
"Wanna come back to my place for a drink, if you're okay with it?"
"...Sure. I don't mind."
"Gulp...!!"
Darae drove them back to her apartment.
She made a quick stop at a convenience store along the way.
Skipping the cheap soju, she picked out the most expensive wines they had, along with the priciest, best-reviewed snacks for accompaniments.
And condoms, too.
Even between girls, you needed them—for using toys like a penis strap.
She ended up grabbing several packs.
The penis strap... surely that crazy psycho lesbian Geum Mari had one.
'Wh-why am I the one buying condoms?!'
Flustered, Darae nonetheless stuffed the condoms into her pocket where Geum Mari wouldn't see them, then hurried back to the car.
"Here, you like wine, right?"
"Yeah."
Composing herself as if nothing was amiss, Darae handed over the bag with the priciest wine from the store.
Groan!
That woman's totally geared up for it!
Does she know Geum Taeyang's a guy?
Geum Mari's shadow boiled with rage at the sight, but Darae didn't notice.
"This is my place."
"Ooh~"
She hadn't upgraded her car yet, but it was a pretty upscale apartment complex, so Darae pulled in with a hint of pride.
Seeing Darae—who lived in the same building as Park Hana and Dongman—Geum Mari let out an impressed exclamation.
Honestly, she'd figured that beat-up car meant a tidy villa or studio at best... This was unexpected.
Once inside, Darae suddenly remembered something and plopped Geum Mari on the living room couch before darting into her bedroom.
"Just a sec...!!"
Darae scrambled to tidy her bed.
She shoved all the dildos and towels from last night's wild session under the bed, out of sight, before finally relaxing and heading back out.
She grabbed wine glasses right away and started pouring.
Glug-glug-glug-!
The red liquid swirled and rose in the glasses.
At the same time, a sweet scent wafted into Darae's nose...
Too sweet!
"Eut...?!"
Like the liquid in the glass, Darae's face began to flush red.
'Do convenience store wines smell this good these days?!'
Darae found herself sniffing deeply without realizing it.
But she was mistaken—this wasn't the wine.
The gym had been well-ventilated to mask sweat smells, so she'd never gotten this close before. It was the thick, musky pheromone of a male.
With the doors and windows sealed tight.
In this enclosed space, Darae handed Geum Mari a glass, oblivious to how she was getting addicted.
"Sh-shall we drink?"
"Yes. Thanks for this."
"Eat some snacks too...!"
Darae pushed over the pig's feet, sliced pork, and other premium convenience store bites she'd splurged on, downing several gulps of wine herself.
She started getting tipsy fast.
The alcohol seeped into her brain, taking hold.
Processed through her liver and into her heart, it stabilized her mana circles.
The male pheromones retreated to the corners of her brain and heart, as if unable to affect her anymore.
"Hey... Geum Mari."
"Yes, President."
Emboldened, Darae laid into her as the boss.
"You brat. No matter how much your girlfriends love it, you can't bring them to work and do that stuff. Got it?"
"You saw?"
"Not exactly saw... but leaving traces in the bathroom like that...! You think I wouldn't notice?!"
Darae had peeked her head in on the first day to check what was going on.
But she played it off, pretending ignorance and only mentioning the bathroom evidence.
"Sorry. But it's only during breaks... I'll clean up after. My girlfriends kept begging me."
"It's not about cleaning...!!"
Darae jumped up at Geum Mari's words.
Did she seriously think this was a cleaning issue?
Before cleaning, bringing your girlfriend to your workplace and playing lesbian games in the bathroom wasn't normal!!
"Must be pretty good if your girlfriends are dying for it. Even coming to work just to get eaten out? Geum Mari, get a grip. We pay you well to work, not mess around."
"...Yes. Sorry, President."
Satisfied at Geum Mari's seemingly repentant look after her lecture, Darae took another sip of wine.
This wine... the aroma was incredible.
Taste was meh, but she got why it was pricey. That smell alone...
"Won't let it happen again, President."
Thump♡
It was then.
The moment she deeply inhaled what she mistook for wine aroma—the pheromones flooding her lungs.
A voice slithered into her ear, stirring her female instincts.
The alcohol invading her brain began breaking down rapidly.
The thick male pheromones took over her liver's job, decomposing it and reclaiming her brain.
Alcohol was like phlegm damaging the brain with every sip.
But male pheromones were like an elixir for a woman.
Dopamine and adrenaline from her brain became slaves to the pheromones, driving out the alcohol.
Then, a question bubbled up in Darae's mind.
"But is it true those haughty girls really beg you, crying for it?"
"Yeah. I'm just that good."
"Bragging..."
Darae downed more wine.
Really... just once... maybe try it with Geum Mari?
'I'm not playing the guy... If she does, it'd be good practice for serving at night.'
Darae began falling under Geum Mari's pull.
She finally crossed the line.
"You that good? Then do me once."
"For real? You might never want to stop."
"Y-yeah. So hurry up!!"
Smooch-!
With permission granted, Geum Mari grabbed Darae's breasts without hesitation.
And whispered commandingly.
"Darae. Wanna shower first?"
"Uh? Y-yeah, sure."
That whisper was devilish temptation; Darae forgot her boss calling her casually by name and using informal speech, heading straight to the bathroom.
*
And now.
Snapping to under the cold water, Darae pounded the wall and stomped her feet.
"No... I need to show her who's boss this time."
Darae figured it was for the best.
She had a long string of well-used towels from solo sessions.
Her well-trained pussy could handle even a lesbian opponent.
Maybe Geum Mari would be the one begging and crying first.
Then she wouldn't have to pay as much...
'But she boosts sales, so gotta pay well.'
At least it might prevent her from suddenly quitting.
"Alright. Let's go. I'll conquer that insane psycho lesbian bitch!"
Clenching her fists, Darae stormed into the living room—only to freeze.
Geum Mari wasn't there. Her bedroom door was open, so she'd gone in.
"This punk, barging in without permission..."
"All clean, President? But wow, so many toys... Rotor, dildo..."
"G-give 'em back-!!"
Entering the room, Darae saw Geum Mari—who'd been casually calling her by name moments ago—back to formal "President" and polite speech.
But embarrassment over her toys being discovered hit first.
Darae rushed to Geum Taeyang, who was sitting on the bed examining the hidden stash, and snatched them away.
"Wh-why touch my stuff?! Y-you, go wash up quick... I'll give you hell."
"I think I'm good. You'll clean me with that soft tongue soon anyway."
"What?!"
What kind of confidence...
"Ha... Ridiculous. You told me to shower casually, but won't yourself?"
"Yeah. Figured you'd like it. Right?"
"Mmph-!!"
About to snap at Geum Mari for skipping the shower, Darae froze at the soft sensation covering her mouth.
'This psycho... straight to kissing?'
True crazy psycho lesbians were on another level.
Going for the kiss right away.
Darae tried to push away in shock, but with each kiss, her strength ebbed strangely.
'Why's this bitch so good at kissing!?'
Kissing women in this world was like practicing on a wall with paper.
You could imagine tonguing a mouth, but not practice it—your tongue hits the wall.
But Geum Mari's tongue?
It moved freely, pressing Darae's clenched teeth open, toying with her tongue...!
"Hah... hah... Y-you... kissing without asking..."
Thoroughly ravished, Darae pointed a shaky finger at Geum Mari, her blue lip balm smeared on her lips.
"Darae. I'll make you feel so good. Just sit quietly."
"..."
But her raised finger drooped awkwardly as Geum Mari pulled her hand, ending up straddling her.
A position where only Geum Mari could freely control Darae's body.
