#6 Kang Rita Hates Her Junior (Seo Eunha - Motel Training, Naked Pervert Hypnosis♥)

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I'd had a satisfying weekend. But satisfying weekends have a way of flying by all too quickly.

The merciless weekend vanished, and Monday morning arrived. I dragged myself to work as usual, squeezing into the subway packed like a steaming bamboo steamer full of bean sprouts.

I still didn't have a strict obligation to clock in, but today there were materials I had to pick up first thing in the morning—aside from cleaning. They weren't for me, of course. They were for the president and the other higher-ups. But sorting them out was my job. Because I was the intern.

On the way to work today, instead of the president's usual secret book, I rewatched the videos I'd shot over the weekend. Seo Eunha's hypnosis training footage.

Of course, it wasn't anything suitable for public viewing, so I'd cast a simple hypnosis on the people around me. They wouldn't care what I was watching, or if they glanced over, it'd look like something totally innocuous.

Mmm… Not quite enough.

Watching it like this, I can see tons of room for improvement. A~bsolutely tons.

If I had to score it, maybe 30 out of 100… Not sure if that'll cut it for a passing grade this time… Big problem.

I let out a deep sigh ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and spent the ride to the office meticulously reviewing Seo Eunha's videos.

When I got to the office, the deliveries were already piled up like a mountain in front of the door.

And standing in front of that mountain were two people. Well, one of them made me freeze in the open elevator doorway.

Kek. I seriously debated just heading back down right then and there. But in that brief moment, they spotted me first.

"Igyeol, you're here! Good morning!"

Lee Joohee greeted me with her usual bright voice. Even on a Monday, there wasn't a hint of shadow on her face or in her tone—it was so healing just to look at her.

And standing next to Lee Joohee was…

"…Tch."

A beautiful girl glaring at me with obvious displeasure.

"Good morning, Senior Kang Rita. It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Why are you so late?"

"Late? It's still five minutes before official start time."

I'd actually arrived right on the dot, five minutes early. But facts like that didn't matter to Senior Kang Rita. I'd learned that the hard way over the past year.

"Do you know what time these arrived? Do you even know what's inside? This stuff isn't for public eyes, and if even one item goes missing, it could be a huge disaster. You were just gonna leave it all out here for tens of minutes? Can't you ever show up on time?"

She was full of energy first thing in the morning. Her attitude was harsh, but she wasn't wrong, so I bowed my head repeatedly and apologized profusely.

Our office was a yokai office, after all—not your average workplace. We had plenty of things that couldn't be seen by outsiders, including some cursed items that required careful handling.

She wasn't wrong at all. I turned to Lee Joohee beside me.

"So, when did this stuff arrive?"

"About fifteen minutes ago—the last box just got moved in."

She whispered that I'd timed it perfectly. When I glanced back at Senior Kang Rita, she'd already shifted her gaze from me to inspecting the boxes one by one, completely ignoring me.

Whatever. Her venomous side wasn't new. I rolled up my shirt sleeves and started hauling the big boxes inside one by one.

* * *

Peach-colored hair tied up in a ponytail, cherry blossom eyes. A stunning beauty who stood out just as much as those colors.

That was Kang Rita.

Senior Kang Rita was an intern like me, but she'd started about three months earlier. A year and three months in as an intern.

It didn't mean she lacked ability. Word was, the average intern tenure here was two to three years.

"Surviving over a year is impressive in itself," Section Chief Park Sea had said once.

Most newbies got deemed "unfit" and fired before hitting the one-year mark.

So even as an intern, she wasn't someone to underestimate. And according to Section Chief Park Sea, "She's about to get promoted to full-time soon? At an unprecedented pace~"

Turning full-time after just ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a year as an intern was rare. It meant Senior Kang Rita was exceptional.

In contrast, I'm just your average powerless human.

Dropped into a game world with no special perks or abilities. No status screen, no gallery, just me as the lone human in a yokai office (excluding company slave Lee Joohee, of course).

I'd cleared the game, but all I remembered were a few useless story bits, and even those were fuzzy.

I did know what horrific fate awaited if you got game over—fired. Small mercies, I guess.

Anyway, Senior Kang Rita was competent, and I was useless. The gap between us was like heaven and earth.

And Senior Kang Rita hated me. Or at least, she seemed to. Why, though? Really, why?

"Hoo… This is exhausting…!"

The morning labor kicked off, and when I came to, lunch hour had already flown by.

Hauling dozens of kilos' worth of massive boxes into the office, cross-checking the contents against invoices, sorting them into the warehouse and supply room—it had left me drenched in sweat and utterly drained.

I could've taken it slower, but with Senior Kang Rita glaring daggers, no chance.

One slip, and she'd unleash that sharp tongue again. Better avoid that if possible.

"Can't we take a break, Senior? Aren't you tired?"

"Some of these goods degrade if exposed to outside air too long. Rest after those are done. And stop making me repeat myself, Junior Han Igyeol."

Even as she spoke, Senior Kang Rita kept fiercely inspecting items and logging them without pause.

Lee Joohee wasn't around—I'd sent her to lunch first. No, she'd sent her. That woman was kind to pretty much everyone but me.

Aigoo. If Senior won't rest, I can't either.

I resigned myself and lifted another heavy box. But I stopped short.

"Junior Han Igyeol."

"Huh?"

"You've got that special assignment from the company lately, right? Something beyond the usual chores."

Her tone was loaded.

"Ah… Yeah, something different from the routine. Been busy with that lately."

"What is it?"

"Hmm~ Not sure if I can say. President's direct orders—top secret, need-to-know basis, all that."

Senior Kang Rita looked up from her ledger and shot me a piercing glare. Then she snorted and looked away.

"I already know without hearing it from you. There's only ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠one kind of job the president assigns personally. You're solo-targeting your assigned mark, right?"

If she knew, why ask? I thought it but didn't say it.

More importantly, her saying 'you too' means she's got the same assignment?

During that interview, President Berze had shown me two photos and made me pick one. Probably the one I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠didn't choose went to Senior.

"Do it right. If I decide you're even slightly harmful to the company, I'll kill you."

That last part didn't sound like a joke at all. And with Kang Rita, she'd absolutely follow through.

After that, we worked in silence. We only broke when Lee Joohee returned from her errand with lunch boxes for us.

* * *

"Oh, Teacher Eunha, heading out early already? You left early yesterday too—what's up?"

"Yes, I have an appointment today too. I'll head out first."

"Alright~ Take care and get some good rest."

Seo Eunha left work early again today. Two days in a row now, just like yesterday.

With finals over and vacation approaching, teachers were usually swamped—grading, updating records, end-of-term paperwork piling up.

But Seo Eunha had already knocked out most of hers last week. So this week, she was leaving early with a light heart.

Normally, she'd have pulled an all-nighter.

Ever since fleeing her old school half a year ago like a criminal, being alone at home stirred up all sorts of thoughts. That's why she'd lingered at school, burying herself in work. At least then she could focus.

But not this week. Because she'd been told to come early.

Instead of heading home, the early-departing Seo Eunha went straight to a nearby motel.

She followed the address and room number from the phone message, knocked, and a familiar face greeted her right away.

"Hello, Igyeol. Please take good care of me again today."

"Eunha, you're here. Come on in."

Han Igyeol—more familiar now than friends or family—led her inside the motel room, her first time in one.

After the weekend together, Seo Eunha had grown even closer to Igyeol. He'd said so himself, so it must be true.

The weekend had been incredible. In that time, she'd learned so much from him.

"I-I'm undressed now, Master Igyeol…♡"

In the middle of the motel room, Seo Eunha stood naked. Her shirt, skirt, and underwear were neatly folded nearby.

Igyeol pressed his face close, scrutinizing her like he couldn't get enough.

The musky female scent wafting with her day's sweat, her endlessly captivating nude form—he savored it all calmly.

Just that was enough to make Seo Eunha's breath quicken, her body heat up. Her pussy grew wet on its own.

Ah, ahh… He's watching… Being seen… It feels so good…

Hoo… Hoo…♡ Seo Eunha's breathing grew ragged.

Over the weekend of "education," she'd been imprinted with all sorts of sexual knowledge and habits. The plain sex ed had been restored when she was released at the end, but the new, twisted ones remained.

Getting aroused from showing herself to him was one such habit.

Ahh… Being seen… It feels so good… I'm such a pervert, it keeps building… This tingling… It's rising, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cuuum…♡

Igyeol feasted his eyes on her aroused nudity for a good long while. Then, suddenly, he reached out.

"Ah…"

As she focused intently, his deliberately slow hand finally touched her slick slit. The finger pressed firmly against the sopping wetness, then schlurp… slipped effortlessly between her folds without resistance…