If Woojin Is Really Momster Man...
"...Is this the place?"
Seo Ji-ah checked her phone and headed to the meeting spot Momster Man had mentioned.
This time, inside Seongsu Station, right near the office.
Normally, she'd never meet here no matter what.
But it's the weekend, so it should be fine.
And what if I pick the wrong spot and we miss each other...?
It had been three days since his last message—she didn't want to blow the meetup over something stupid like location.
Once we head to the hotel, who cares who sees us anyway?
"Hoo..."
She let out a deep sigh and scanned the area.
Even on the weekend, the crowd around Seongsu Station was thick—day-trippers, college kids, foreign tourists...
Men glanced her way as she leaned against the wall, fiddling with her phone.
Some stared outright.
Why's everyone staring extra today? Is it the suit on a weekend?
"Whoa... fuck, those tits."
"Damn... they're huge."
Of course, the real reason was her absurdly massive breasts.
But Seo Ji-ah chalked it up to her outfit.
A full business suit, like she wore to the office. She'd even grabbed her employee ID.
Not that she was actually heading to work on a weekend, obviously.
—What kind of play are you in the mood for this time?
'What... kind of play?'
She'd agonized over Momster Man's DM.
The office roleplay from their first time had been amazing.
The outdoor exposure play... wasn't bad either.
But outdoor stuff carried way too much risk.
What if I run into someone I know like last time?
That time, it was just the rotor play, so she could brush it off.
But if they crossed paths mid-fuck...?
"Ah..."
After mulling it over, Seo Ji-ah sent her reply.
—Like last time... somewhere like an office.
—Got it.
Will he do the security guard bit again?
Just imagining it got her a little excited.
Caught acting like a total perv in the office...
And getting utterly violated for it.
Her breath quickened.
To make it feel even more real, more immersive...
Wouldn't showing up in a suit be perfect?
That's what she'd worn last time, after all.
In the end, Seo Ji-ah changed into her suit at home before heading out.
Not for decorum or dignity.
Purely to satisfy her lust in the most realistic way possible.
Wearing a suit for this...?
I wonder what he'll show up in.
—The clothes aren't quite security guard material, so it kills the immersion a bit.
He'd said that during their first meetup too.
Maybe he'll bring a proper uniform this time?
Outwardly, she stood quietly checking her phone, waiting.
Inwardly, her heart pounded uncontrollably.
This is... too exciting.
Getting blackmailed by that man again.
"It's about time..."
"You're here early."
"...Ah!"
She checked her watch, then whipped around at the familiar voice.
And froze solid.
"Sorry if I kept you waiting."
"........."
The clothes are the same...?
Exactly like what Woojin had worn at the cafe earlier.
Perfectly matching.
"......"
No way...
She'd suspected it, honestly.
Similar build, hair, voice—almost identical.
Even the bulge straining over his pants...
But deep down, she'd hoped it wasn't true.
Clung to that belief.
But this... there's no denying it now.
No such thing as coincidence.
Woojin.
Her subordinate, employee Kang Woojin...
Momster Man?
"Hello?"
"Ah...! Y-yes. Yeah..."
"You okay? If you're not feeling well, we can reschedule..."
"No. I'm fine. Really."
His mention of "next time" made her blurt out a frantic denial.
Thump-thump.
Thump-thump.
Her heart raced, refusing to calm.
Aah...!
If Woojin really is Momster Man...
I sought out some stranger's body cam first.
Messaged him. Begged to meet and fuck.
Suggested roleplay. An office scenario.
And. And...!
—Something like getting caught and blackmailed... that'd be great.
—Mister... sex... please fuck me. Put it in my pussy...!
—She pretends to be so diligent at the office, but really she's a pervert dying to get caught masturbating...! Put your cock in this slut's pussy, mister...!
All those things she'd said... he knew every word?
She couldn't calm down.
Every memory of her depraved acts hit her like a truck.
Her true self—the side she should never show anyone.
Exposed entirely to him.
To her office subordinate, Woojin...
"Eaten yet?"
"...Huh?"
"Food. It's early for a weekend meetup—didn't know if you'd grabbed a bite."
"Ah... Yeah. I ate."
"Good. I did too. We can head out right away, then."
...What?
Momster Man—Woojin's reaction was totally normal.
No shock. No surprise. Just casual chit-chat about meals.
He had to know she was Seo Ji-ah.
Had to have known from the start—that's why he was so chill?
'Does Woojin even realize I know who he is?'
No way he didn't. It was all out in the open.
Sunglasses and mask again, sure—but the mask hung loose around his chin, barely worn.
Coming out in the exact same outfit...
He clearly wasn't trying to hide.
Was he teasing her on purpose?
Testing how much she knew?
Seeing how she'd react now that she was onto him?
"Shall we?"
Slide.
"Ah."
The man—Woojin—wrapped an arm naturally around her shoulders.
Knowing full well she was his boss.
Treating her like his girlfriend...
"This way. It's closer."
"......"
Part of her wanted to snap that he was being insolent.
Instead, she let him lead her by the shoulder, silent.
This is bad...
I should run. Right now.
He knew everything already.
Yet she still wanted to fuck this man?
Her own subordinate, of all people... Woojin?
Her rational mind screamed coldly.
Stop this. Now.
Are you insane, screwing around with a junior colleague?
This isn't roleplay anymore—it's real leverage.
Your career, your daily life—everything's at risk.
Something's wrong. All wrong.
But...
"This... way?"
"Yeah."
This exit led toward the office...
She couldn't tell if Woojin's choice was deliberate or coincidence.
Either way, she followed obediently.
"Hold on tighter."
"...Okay."
She accepted the firm grip of his embrace.
Let her younger subordinate's command guide her without question.
Her head kept yelling no.
But infuriatingly...
Her body knew.
Obeying this man would feel good.
"Take good care of me today too..."
Her mouth blurted it out on its own.
Her body had decided long ago.
"That DM you sent earlier."
"...Yeah."
"You said you wanted to get fucked in an office like last time, right?"
"......"
Of all the DMs to send...
Walking the street beside Woojin, Seo Ji-ah's face burned.
She couldn't even lift her head to meet his eyes.
Just stared at the ground, trailing obediently after him.
"I... didn't know what else to suggest."
She tried to play it off with a lame excuse, pretending otherwise.
"Could've fooled me—you got pretty detailed about what you wanted."
"Th-that's... um..."
Ugh...!
Squirming at a single remark from her much younger, lower-ranked subordinate.
Mortifying. Embarrassing.
But she'd done it—too late to take back.
Should I just ask? 'You're Kang Woojin, aren't you?' Rip off those sunglasses?
"......"
Plenty of thoughts, but no courage to voice them.
"For the roleplay guy—same security guard as last time? Or something new?"
"......Something new."
"Like what? Any role's fine. Say, a company subordinate."
"...!"
He knows... and he's saying it outright!
Exposing his identity like this.
If she called him out now—"Take off the glasses, you're Woojin, right?"—would it even matter?
Nothing would change.
She'd just embarrass herself more...
For now, he was playing dumb.
She could at least pretend the other guy was just "Momster Man."
Asking outright would shatter even that illusion.
That terrified her.
"...Go with that."
"Which?"
"What you said... subordinate..."
Reluctantly, she gave in to what Woojin wanted.
"Ah, got it. What about titles, then?"
"Titles...?"
"Last time with the guard, 'miss' worked fine. But for a company sub—to keep it real—titles matter."
"......"
"How should I call you?"
"......"
He knows everything.
Her name, rank, position—he knew it all from work.
Pretending otherwise, asking like this...!
But because he knew...
This twisted urge to be called exactly like in reality—what was it?
"...Section Chief."
"Pardon?"
"Call me... Section Chief."
"Ahh, Section Chief? Got it. Section Chief."
"......"
Exactly like how Woojin says it at work.
"So you're a section chief? Pretty high up for someone so young."
"...Doesn't matter. It's just roleplay."
"Haha. Sure, I'll buy that."
"......"
She was past caring about his teasing now.
How did things end up like this?
Too late for regrets.
And besides.
She'd had every chance to turn back.
Yet here she was, meekly following him.
Making her just as guilty.
"Still, seems like you—Section Chief—keep work and play strictly separate."
"...Work and play?"
"Nah, just that folks with tastes like yours sometimes get caught doing weird shit at the office. But handling it like this? Clean separation."
"......"
Not that separate...
Memories of masturbating in the company bathroom flashed.
"I keep 'em separate too. This is just my Twitter persona—I'm not like this in real life. Don't get the wrong idea."
Woojin chuckled.
Is he saying it on purpose? Draw the line between work and personal?
Woojin had met her twice now, knew her identity fully.
Yet at the office, he'd never let on.
If anything, she was the one acting awkward...
So this meant...
Keep office and this separate.
Pretend not to know, just enjoy the moment?
Hard to fully buy it.
He was being so obvious about who he was.
But it sounded like a promise to keep their office secret.
Seo Ji-ah felt relieved.
"...I'll trust you."
"For real?"
"Yeah... I like guys who separate work and play."
If they could treat this apart from office dynamics.
Just enjoy this moment...
Wouldn't that be okay?
Even knowing each other's identities, keep it secret.
Pretend not to know and keep savoring his cock...
If he did that...
Knew everything but didn't weaponize it.
Just pure fun, no strings.
A thorough guy like that.
Woojin seemed... kinda decent.
"We're here."
"...Huh?"
At Woojin's words, Seo Ji-ah looked up.
A towering, all-too-familiar building loomed.
The one housing her company, Nobel Corporation.
"This is our 'office' for today's play."
"......"
Her lips clamped tight the instant she saw it.
'Wasn't this supposed to be separate from work, Woojin...?'