Woojin as Momster Man? I'm Losing My Mind.
"Hey, Section Chief! Over here."
"Hoo…."
A sigh escaped me the moment I spotted Woojin.
That over-the-top waving in the cafe.
No wonder he's been stuck as a temp forever.
I walked over to the table where Woojin was sitting and plopped down next to him.
"Made you wait long?"
"Nah, not really. I got here ten minutes early myself."
"Can't you show up that early for work too?"
Irritation bubbled up again, and nagging came out first.
Here I was, wasting a precious Saturday afternoon….
But as his boss, I couldn't just ignore a subordinate asking for help.
...Not that I had any other plans anyway.
"So. What's so urgent that you had to call me for help?"
"Oh, it's nothing major. Just handling some issues for a service launching today…."
It wasn't a big deal.
The kind of thing that would pass without incident if no issues cropped up.
But was this really his job?
"As far as I know, this is Deputy Bae's responsibility. Why are you doing it?"
"Well… Deputy Bae's swamped with wedding prep…."
"Haa…. That guy again?"
Looked like Bae had slacked off and dumped it on him again.
Woojin taking on someone else's work he didn't even know how to do….
"I don't know much about it, but I can't just ditch the work."
"……."
...He's more diligent than I thought.
He looked a little different today.
If he was always like this, how great would that be.
"Got it. I'll help, so don't worry too much."
"Really? Thank you, Section Chief. Knew I did right asking you."
"…Who'd complain about someone working hard."
I scooted my chair closer to Woojin.
We peered at the laptop screen together, prepping responses.
As I skimmed the docs, Woojin brought over a coffee cup.
"Your coffee, Section Chief. Americano, right?"
"Thanks."
He even knows what I usually drink?
My mood lightened a bit.
"Buying this is my thanks for the help."
"…Thanks. Smells good."
The coffee aroma wasn't bad.
Honestly, I hadn't wanted to drag myself out on a weekend.
But sitting here like this… my mood was improving somehow.
Why?
I'd never seen Woojin as a man before.
Not even close to a catch.
Yet this subtle sense of ease creeping in… what was it?
Seo Ji-ah couldn't quite grasp the odd sensation.
"Service launch is at 11 a.m., Section Chief."
"Thirty minutes left?"
"You can rest till then. Rare for you to come in on a weekend."
"Nah, it's fine. I'll review the docs."
Seo Ji-ah fiddled with Kang Woojin's laptop, checking the materials.
Yeah….
At least work would distract her from stray thoughts.
"Hoo…."
I still hadn't checked Momster Man's DM yesterday either.
Three days now.
At this point, either he really hated me,
or something had come up.
If he hated me, just say it. If busy, say that.
The silence was the worst.
"Hoo…."
"You okay, Section Chief? You look pale. You've been sighing nonstop."
"Have I?"
"Yeah."
"Sorry. Didn't sleep well last night."
I'd waited past midnight, thinking a DM might come today.
All I could do while waiting was fantasize about him,
or rewatch that 30-second clip he'd posted on SNS.
That brought back the pleasure from that day, over and over.
In the end… I'd masturbated for nearly four hours yesterday.
Couldn't sleep because of it.
Everyone kept saying I looked exhausted.
Self-care in the gutter.
But I couldn't stop.
If I don't even masturbate… I can't hold back.
Meeting that man had ruined me.
The thrill of almost getting caught exposing my perverted side to someone else.
The rush when on the verge of baring my lewd self.
The reality of things I'd only vaguely imagined.
And… that overwhelming sensation of being pierced by his massively huge cock.
Just two days, and it had completely changed me.
Waiting desperately for one man's message,
letting it mess up my daily life—all because of him.
But I couldn't turn back now.
Even knowing it was wrecking my routine,
I craved him more.
Craved… exposing myself again.
The heart-pounding near-miss of discovery.
The blackmail if caught.
All of it… felt so good….
Slowly….
Slide. Swipe.
I started inching my skirt up, ever so slightly, without thinking.
Swipe. Swipe.
Aah…!
Weekend afternoon. Crowded cafe.
Woojin right next to me.
And here I was, hiking up my skirt beside him….
I'm crazy. Crazy…!
Something I'd never do normally.
Something I'd only fantasized about, never acted on.
Sloooowly….
Actually doing it next to a man… my skirt….
"By the way, Section Chief, that outfit looks great on you."
"Hik!?"
"Section Chief?"
Almost caught…!
Skirt almost all the way up.
One more inch and my panties would've shown…!
No way he saw…?
I turned to Woojin, barely steadying my shaky voice.
"Wh-what…?"
"Your clothes. Maybe 'cause I only see you in suits? Feels fresh."
He hadn't seen?
His eyes weren't drifting down.
Purely complimenting the outfit.
"You should wear stuff like this more often."
This was close to date wear, like last time.
"…Thanks, but there's a dress code at work."
"C'mon, this much is fine."
"Not for me."
Doesn't fit my image….
Still, the compliment felt nice.
"Thanks anyway. You look good too… Woojin."
My voice trembled as I said it.
"Oh yeah? Feels the same as usual to me."
"…Better than usual."
Kang Woojin's outfit was standard casual.
The perfect low-key boyfriend look, nothing flashy.
I scanned him up and down, checking his gaze.
Good, he hadn't noticed the skirt thing….
But if he had…
What then?
Would Woojin blackmail me?
— Smart girl like you knows what I mean, right?
"………!"
What kind of fantasy….
I imagined Woojin as Momster Man.
Blackmailing me.
Grabbing my weakness, smirking, ordering me around.
"Thanks, Section Chief. Dressed up nice 'cause you were coming. Didn't wanna get dinged on attire."
Wait… but.
Why did his voice feel… off?
Kang Woojin and Momster Man were totally different people.
Sure, similar builds, but so did lots of guys.
But the voice.
Could voices match that closely…?
"Even I wouldn't nitpick attire on a day like this…."
"Yeah? Felt like you might. You're so strict."
"Not that strict…."
"C'mon. All about principles, by-the-book. That's you, Section Chief."
"…You teasing me right now?"
Listening again, it matched.
I'd vaguely thought so before.
Now that I was aware, it sounded even more alike….
I turned to look at Woojin.
Something about him… overlapping.
Woojin and… Momster Man.
Slap a mask on, and they'd look alike.
Come to think of it, his pants last time….
"Oh, Section Chief. One minute left."
"Huh? Oh. Right."
We were here to work.
No. Snap out of it. Focus on the job.
Slap slap.
I smacked my own cheeks twice.
Woojin as Momster Man? I'm losing my mind.
Ridiculous thought.
"…Woojin?"
"Yes, Section Chief."
"Nothing. Forget it."
Has to be nonsense… right?
Throughout working with Kang Woojin,
Seo Ji-ah kept stealing glances at him.
Especially at his pants.
***
"That wraps up the issue response."
"Yeah. Lucky nothing major came up."
Fortunately, things wrapped by afternoon.
No big problems, just tense waiting and answering occasional queries from the manual.
"Gonna hit the restroom quick."
"Sure."
Woojin headed to the bathroom.
"Haa…."
Tension melted away.
Even while working, my eyes kept drifting to Woojin's pants.
Staring at a guy's crotch like that….
My subordinate's, no less.
Felt like a pervert boss. Sorry to Woojin for it.
But I couldn't help it.
After seeing that bulge in his pants before.
Today it seemed less… maybe not as tight-fitting?
Or maybe I'd mistaken a pocket bulge.
Or….
Bzzz— bzzz—
"…Huh?"
The phone vibration was different.
Not a text or call.
"It's here…!"
A DM from Momster Man.
Finally. From the one I'd been waiting for.
Of course. We have to meet…!
My heart screamed it.
But stay cool.
Can't look desperate.
Play it a little coy….
My typing fingers shook.
Seo Ji-ah suppressed her joy, typing carefully.
She had no time to wonder why the DM arrived at this precise moment, with Woojin in the bathroom.
And that evening.
Seo Ji-ah froze the instant she met Momster Man.
Same clothes… as Woojin…?