High Spirits and Hefty Offers

"Woojin-ssi, you seem to be in a good mood today?"

Tat dat tat dat.

I returned to the office and got back to work.

Come to think of it, I'd blown off the entire morning, so I was swamped now.

When I couldn't focus, nothing beat cracking open a Monster.

Chiiik—!

I popped the can and chugged the drink down.

I could feel Ryu Su-yeon's gaze from across the way.

I glanced over casually.

"Eut…!?"

The moment our eyes met, she ducked her head in a panic.

She was trying to hide her face, but I'd already seen it flushed beet red. Ryu Su-yeon.

She was already hyper-aware of me and my cock.

Right now, I could probably make her submit with just my dick appeal…

No, not yet.

Ryu Su-yeon was still hesitating.

Weighing her pride against life as my slave.

I mean, after two years of treating me like shit, dropping that and kneeling before me right away wasn't easy.

Especially since she'd been one of the worst offenders in ignoring me.

Plus, switching from her femdom persona to a full masochist? That wasn't your everyday turnaround.

But ultimately, this was all up to Ryu Su-yeon's mindset.

Her fall into slavery was just a matter of time. The question was whether she'd admit it to herself.

To speed that along, a little subtle appeal was in order.

I quietly stood up from my desk. The section chief glanced my way, so I winked at her on purpose.

"……."

She looked embarrassed too, whipping her head away.

I left her be and approached Ryu Su-yeon.

"Su-yeon-ssi."

"Hiiik—!!"

Her sudden shriek drew every eye in the office to her.

"Ah…! I-I got startled…. S-sorry."

She stood up, apologized all around, and sat back down.

Even after sitting, she wouldn't meet my eyes, just staring at her screen.

I could see her hand trembling on the mouse.

"Wh-wh-wh-what… do you w-want…?"

She was being way too obvious about her fear. I wasn't planning to play master here in the office.

"No, just—I sent those photos earlier, but you haven't checked them yet. Not even the messenger."

"Ah. Ah. Ah. M-messenger…. Y-yes. I'll ch-check now."

Click.

Tremble tremble….

Click.

Her shaky hand moved the mouse and clicked.

Our chat window popped up, showing the bundle of photos I'd sent.

"I-I saw them. Th-thanks…."

She still wouldn't look me in the eye.

I took a sip of my Monster.

"Su-yeon-ssi."

"Y-yes!?"

"You're acting weird today. Something wrong?"

"……."

Her trembling hand on the mouse froze.

Her conflicted face reflected in the monitor as she debated what to say.

Should I bring up Momster Man?

Or would she stay quiet?

Didn't matter either way.

"Th-that is…."

"Hey~ what are you two chatting about?"

Fuck. A guy's voice cut in out of nowhere.

Bae Jeong-woo sidled up, striking his classic 'senior guiding the junior' pose.

"I tried talking earlier, but you weren't at your desk. What's this? You two got something going?"

"No. Nothing like that, Deputy Bae."

"So stiff. Woojin-ssi? I told you not to show when you're in a bad mood."

This motherfucker….

"What's with Su-yeon? Bad mood today? Oh, did Kang Woojin bothering you?"

"N-no, not that…."

This fucking prick. Just you wait.

Should I just blurt out that I fucked Min-seo?

Nah, hold it. Opportunity's coming soon. Gotta hit him with the decisive blow. Not now.

"Then no need to be so stiff. We've got the workshop in two weeks—time to loosen up."

"Workshop?"

Oh yeah, the section chief mentioned it this morning.

"Heh… word is, family can come too? So I was thinking, bring Min-seo along, introduce her to the company folks, hand out invites~."

Hold up. Bringing Min-seo? To the workshop?

Sure, I'd always hidden my face as much as possible when fucking Ha Min-seo, but not as rigorously as with Seo Ji-ah or Ryu Su-yeon.

And Min-seo was sharp…

This could backfire if we ran into each other.

Nah, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠no need to worry.

Meet Ha Min-seo as 'Kang Woojin'? At an overnight spot for a full day and two nights?

This might be the perfect chance to fuck over Bae Jeong-woo.

"Our Woojin-ssi too, right? Been a while since you saw Min-seo."

"…Yeah."

Bae Jeong-woo thought Ha Min-seo and I were college seniors/juniors.

He even believed he'd swooped in and stolen her from me back then.

"Man~ by then, you'll see Min-seo in a whole new light compared to college days. Bottom-rung employee and his boss fiancée. Heh… way different from our college days. Totally different."

And there it was—he was already planning to lord it over me at the workshop.

Who'd end up feeling superior might differ, though.

"How 'bout it? Excited already? See how much prettier Min-seo's gotten. Right? Woojin-ssi?"

Pat pat.

He patted my shoulder with a sleazy grin.

I couldn't hold back a smile either.

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to it too, Deputy."

"…Why the creepy smile?"

I flashed him a bright, innocent grin.

Bae Jeong-woo stared at me like I was a lunatic.

Not the reaction he expected—his face hardened.

"Hope I get to see our Min-seo properly then too."

"…Y-yeah."

Something off, huh, you bastard?

Sensing that unspoken awkwardness, Bae Jeong-woo's expression stiffened more.

I turned to Ryu Su-yeon.

"Have fun at the workshop too, Su-yeon-ssi. Got it?"

Pat pat.

I patted her shoulder.

"……!"

Normally, touching Ryu Su-yeon's body would've been unthinkable.

She never hid her disgust at even a brush from me.

Bae Jeong-woo shot me a 'what the fuck' look. I ignored him.

Instead, I stroked her shoulder.

"Su-yeon-ssi? Answer me."

"…Y-yes…."

"Answer right away when I ask. Got it?"

"……Yes…."

Ryu Su-yeon just nodded as I kept patting her back, too stunned to speak.

Bae Jeong-woo, mouth agape watching this, finally piped up.

"What wind blew this way?"

"What?"

"…Woojin-ssi in a good mood today?"

"You know it. Something great happened."

"……Yeah?"

Bae Jeong-woo raised an eyebrow at me.

Keep staring, fucker. What're you gonna do?

I beamed innocently at him.

Our eyes met, and he looked away.

"Tch… fine. See you at the workshop, Woojin-ssi."

Bae Jeong-woo spun on his heel and headed back to his desk.

Retard fuck.

Yeah, I couldn't wait for the workshop either.

To see Bae Jeong-woo lose his shit watching me fuck his fiancée.

"Hut……."

I looked at Ryu Su-yeon, head down and silent.

"Su-yeon-ssi."

"Ha…! Y-yes…!"

"Reply to messages as soon as you see them. Got it?"

Company messenger or DMs, whatever.

She got the hint and nodded.

"Y-yes……."

***

After work, I handled account management.

Starting with TrXtter, now OnlyXns too—way more to do than expected.

Videos tiered by subscription level were ready. Just needed to go live with sales.

Bundles featuring Seo Ji-ah and Ha Min-seo.

Short ones at 5 minutes, long ones pushing 50.

Of course, they'd put in the work to film that much.

Share the profits once revenue rolls in? They were the stars, after all.

Nah… buying them tasty shit and pounding their pussies harder—that was profit-sharing for them, right?

Getting railed for free by my massive cock? They'd be thanking me.

The Momster Man body cam storm was dying down, so new DMs had dropped off sharply. Used to be 2,000 a day; now under 100—easy to check.

Made each one more intriguing….

And then.

Persistent DMers started standing out.

Not just one-offs—women sending dozens over days, weeks, until I noticed.

At this point, they seemed dead serious about the dick. Scary serious.

Topping the list? This one, hands down.

Not content with daily persistence.

Now dropping luxury pics too.

And those? Shot against high-end hotel backgrounds, screaming 'I'm loaded'.

Authenticity certificates, department store bags, receipts—all legit.

"Hmm……."

Not that I'm swayed by luxury.

Sure, there's a watch Bae Jeong-woo would brag about, but I don't wanna be tacky like him. I'd take it if offered, though.

But….

"……What?"

I doubted my eyes.

Rubbed them and checked the screen again.

Wh-how'd she know…?

Activity peaked on weekdays nights and weekends—easy guess, really.

"……Ha. Check this bitch."

Trying to buy me?

Thinks I'm some whore?

"……."

…Too sweet to turn down.

But me, Momster Man Kang Woojin.

Not some guy who sells his body for cash.

No interest in ugly chicks or aunties for money.

"……."

Too firm a rack to refuse.