Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Stalker Secretary (2)
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"She's really pretty. And that body is just mouthwatering."
He says that while draping a warm blanket over me.
His praise makes my heart swell even more.
I nearly smile at those sweet words.
I nearly bolt up and hug him tight.
I want to, but he still doesn't see me as a woman.
If anything, he seems like he's trying to keep some distance.
Is he disappointed after all? Because I went and stalked him.
And I impulsively confessed after thinking he had a girlfriend...
"She'll figure out how to get home on her own..."
As expected, he mutters to himself and heads off to work.
I figured he'd be considerate if I pretended to be asleep, snoring softly.
Now I'm alone in the Station Director's house.
My eyes snap open.
Pretending to sleep: success☆
Of course, my body was exhausted, eyelids heavy—I probably could've fallen asleep right then if I'd wanted to.
But this time was far too precious to waste on sleep.
"To catch the Station Director's eye, I need to do more..."
I toss aside the button-popped white blouse and start snooping around his house.
A chill runs over my skin, and it's a little embarrassing, but no one's here, so it's fine.
More than that, the whole place reeks of his scent, and the wider I explore, the more my anticipation builds with every step.
That's when, after rummaging through this three-story house...
"Here it is!"
I found the treasure room.
The place where he spends the most time.
The space where he lets his guard down completely, maybe even leaking fluids everywhere.
The Station Director's bed♡♡
"Heh."
Brimming with excitement, I approach to note the pillow height, the colors of the sheets and comforter he prefers...
"Kyaa! What the hell is this!"
The bed... the sheets were discolored and soaked through.
Well, soaked before.
Now it's dry, not damp, but anyone could tell some impure liquid had thoroughly stained the center of the sheets.
What could it be...? Oh.
Right, Sua, that bitch.
I'd heard that when a man and woman get it on, the woman's love juices squirt out like a fountain.
Even a shy girl like me knows that much.
But I heard it only happens at climax, and climax only comes after going wild...
This massive territorial marking...
Aah... they must've had an amazing time together.
"Kkiyaaak!!!"
My mind hurts.
If she's coming over to a guy's place for one-nights, isn't she a total slut?! You filthy bitch!
With that prim, elegant face, pulling off this lewd shit.
Should I just expose her?! I have photos of her coming into the Station Director's house!
The essence of stalking is photos of your beloved and their surroundings. That's why I always carry a good camera in my bag.
But blowing it up would hurt the Station Director too, so no.
I snap a few pictures first.
Evidence of how messy the bed got from their fuck session. Then, like a madwoman, I gather up all the sheets, pillowcases—everything stained with that bitch's fluids—hug them to my chest...
Ding-ding-ding-
And toss them in the washing machine♡
Hoping to purify the impurity.
Plus, even though it's his house, I can appeal as a neat freak who can't stand filth♡
Hating that bitch who plays cute for fans and spreads her legs in men's beds, I stare at the washing machine spinning for a good while.
Then suddenly...
"Argh, this is frustrating!"
Impatience surges.
I still haven't gotten into the Station Director's bed!!!
"Kkiyaaakang!!!!"
Rage boils up, I tear at my hair, and finally, unable to hold back, I decide on a little self-comfort.
I head straight out of the laundry room, rummage through the master bedroom, and find spare bedding.
"Great. Thank goodness there are extras!"
I pull them out, make the bed pretty like a proper wife, then flop!
Down onto it.
"Fuuuuwung♡"
And roll around wildly, making sure my scent clings stickily everywhere.
Leaving strands of my hair in the sheets somewhere, so he can smell my thick, unwashed aroma from stalking all night♡♡
Roll-roll-roll-♡♡
After rolling for a while, I remember what I originally came to do and leave the master bedroom.
This was my goal all along—that's why I cried in the car until dawn.
Obviously, I knew I'd get caught if morning came and he left the house.
So I did this on purpose, to snoop around his place.
"There was risk, but the rewards are huge!"
That thought energizes me, and I scour every inch of the house.
That's when I spot a room a bit smaller than the master.
Unlike the bedroom for sleep and rest, this seems like a personal space.
Of course, I barge in and open the closet first.
Mostly black clothes.
Some white too—he prefers black-and-white combos.
Note-note!
Winter clothes: few parkas, mostly coats and knits.
Summer: no sleeveless at all. Doesn't like showing shoulders.
Note that too!
Close the closet door, then to the desk.
The desk is neatly organized, just a monitor on top. Bookshelves line the side.
First, I snap photos of all the books on the shelves.
I'll buy the exact same ones later.
Open drawers: check watches, valuables.
He likes this stuff.
Click.
Turn on the computer, but sadly, password-protected.
I could crack it, but it'd leave traces, and I've already hacked his office PC anyway.
I inspect and record everything: types of paintings on the walls, contents of other rooms.
"Perfect. Now I won't get rejected...!"
Even though my love gurus are gone now, I can perfectly analyze his tastes, revamp myself, and try again.
I can make sure he doesn't abandon me like my parents did.
"......"
That realization brings up old memories.
Apparently, my parents saw me as an illegitimate child.
A mistake from an affair.
So from childhood, I got shuttled around relatives' and grandma's houses. Never knew where home was.
Of course, no love either.
I stayed quiet and studied hard to avoid being thrown out completely.
At twenty, they kicked me out as an adult—figure it out yourself—but good grades got me scholarships and dorms, so no issue.
...My heart felt empty, starved for something, but it didn't hinder living, so I called it time to be independent.
But the first man I ever fell for? I don't want him to reject me. I need affection.
I'll make him mine no matter what...
-Promise me. No more stalking.
A deep voice echoes in my brain.
The promise I made with the Station Director just hours ago.
-Break it, and you'll never see me again.
Aah... aah...! No no no no.
Come to think of it, what I'm doing right now... is stalking again...
Not just looking around—I'm searching the place...
If he finds out...
Imagining it darkens my vision, my hands droop.
The camera and notebook in my hands drop too.
Stalking... I promised not to...
"As long as I don't get caught, it's fine!"
So I snoop even harder♡
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I considered waking the Secretary, but she seemed wiped out, so I left her crashed out and headed to the station.
Walking steadily to my office, but it feels empty without my usual tail-wagger.
I think of the Secretary who always greeted me right up to the door.
Her plump, pale cleavage comes to mind too.
A lot happened this morning.
"The Secretary likes me, huh..."
I drew lines for various reasons, but I'm not heartless.
So my mind's a mess.
But work's work.
I grab the intercom and call someone.
"Kim Young-jun PD? This is Station Director Kim Han-seo. Can you come by for a sec?"
"Ah, yes, Station Director! On my way!"
"You called for me, Station Director?"
Kim PD shows up instantly.
Word must be spreading like a plague that I'm getting hands-on with programming now.
Didn't expect him to sprint over barefoot, though.
For reference, Kim Young-jun PD specializes in idol variety shows.
His programs always hit above average, so I'm grateful.
Anyway, I look at Kim PD standing politely by my desk and speak.
"Yeah. I heard you needed a female guest recommendation for your variety show..."
"? Me? No, I never said that..."
"Really? Oh, then I'll ask someone else~ I thought you needed it, my mistake. Sorry. You can go."
I extend my arm toward the door, gentlemanly gesturing him out.
It works like a charm.
"...Ah, no! Yes, it's me! I needed a female guest. Wow, didn't expect you to care, Station Director—got flustered there, haha! Please recommend someone!"
An PD would've jumped at it immediately. Kim PD's sharp too, good instincts.
What I'm doing now is slotting Sihyun and Harang into his variety show.
They serviced me so well at the last entertainment that I got hyped and promised them spots.
Time for their diligent pussy work to pay off.
"Then how about Rize's Sihyun and Harang? They seem solid."
Solid? They were fucking phenomenal.
Her soft tits and tight grip still feel vivid!
"Ah, yes. Got it! I'll contact their agency. But Station Director, mind if I ask for one more? It's a travel special—three female guests would be perfect."
One more...? Oh, then...
"S-Su, Sua!"
"...Pardon?"
"Ahem! Not super famous, but there's this girl Sua from Ceria. She seems like she'll blow up."
"Aah, yes. I'll plan it that way!"
"Sure. If you want a specific slot next quarter, let me know. Do good work, and... I'll pull some strings."
"Yes, thank you, Station Director!"
Kim PD, thrilled, bows 90 degrees and leaves.
First time... putting idols who serviced me... on air...
Haha, this... this is...
I'm so fucking horny...
My dick throbs insanely, rock-hard.