#9 Finishing Touches, Shipping Prep (Reserve Product Seo Eunha - Status Check, A Bit More, More... Thrust Harder Please♡) (2)
"What a pain..."
Intern Kang Rita from Healing Soul clicked her tongue softly as she looked up at the officetel in front of her. This was the apartment of Choi Sua, the product she was in charge of.
I messed up. Didn't expect her family to show up out of nowhere.
The reason Rita had come here was a message she'd received on her smartphone that morning. All the products' phones were confiscated, but she kept them powered on and checked them constantly just in case. When training a product overnight, she always laid the groundwork so no one would notice. For Sua, she'd faked a flight schedule and sent it out to anyone who might contact her. She'd even posted a plausible itinerary on her SNS profile to avoid suspicion if she went radio silent for a few days.
But that morning, shit hit the fan. A message from Sua's mother.
She'd shared the schedule with family too. But even knowing it, Mom announced she'd swing by to stock the fridge and clean while her daughter was away. Of course, she knew the passcode.
If Mom found Sua's passport, tablet, or carry-on—the stuff she always took on flights—inside, it could raise red flags. So Rita had come herself to retrieve anything suspicious.
It was unexpected, but no big deal. Just annoying.
"This is all that intern's fault. Fucking asshole. Drop dead."
Rita chewed on Han Igyeol as her scapegoat. His charge, Seo Eunha. If he'd finished her first round sooner and brought her in, Sua's schedule could've been bumped up, avoiding this hassle.
Not that it mattered—she'd hate on Igyeol anyway. She just despised the guy. She could list a hundred reasons, but even without them, she would've. Some people just rubbed you the wrong way on instinct, pure loathing for no reason.
Venting internally about Igyeol lifted her mood a bit. Rita adjusted her mask and hat, then rode the officetel elevator up. The numbers climbed fast, and it soon reached Sua's floor.
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No one's home again today. Where the hell is she?
Detective Kwon Jihyun had visited Seo Eunha's place again. She knew her original target, Choi Sua, was away on flights for a while. So she'd tried contacting Eunha instead, but she hadn't been home for days either.
No outbound travel records. Too long for a casual domestic trip.
Checked her family home too—not there. Even her friends have no clue...
Suspicious as hell. With full police resources, tracking her would be easy. But without hard evidence or probable cause, digging into a civilian's movements was abuse of power. If it turned out she was just on a solo vacation, it could jeopardize the already shaky TF team's position.
Another bust today. Jihyun stood by the elevator, disappointed. Someone must've been heading up—pressing the button got an immediate ding, doors sliding open.
Out stepped a strikingly beautiful woman. A unique peach-colored ponytail peeked from under her hat. Not Eunha or Sua. Probably another resident.
She brushed past without a second thought—
Bzzzzt—click!
"...?"
"Oh, sorry. Got spooked by a bug."
The woman glanced curiously at Jihyun's twitch but lost interest and left. Jihyun clenched her wrist and stepped into the elevator. Pretending to hit a button, she sharply tracked the woman's retreating figure.
Just before the doors closed, she saw her stop at Sua's door. Punch in the passcode with familiar ease.
Then the doors shut, blocking the view.
"......"
Only then did Jihyun release her wrist. A worn red cord bracelet with a bell dangled there—a protective charm from her active exorcist sister. It rang at non-humans or special energies like mana or yokai power.
It had chimed. When passing that woman.
Something's off.
Down on the first floor, Jihyun hid in a dim corner overlooking the lobby. The woman emerged soon after, dragging a large carry-on that hadn't been there on the way up—rattling loudly.
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Ever since arriving in this world, I'd picked up a habit. Like when walking down the street. Or meeting someone, visiting somewhere. In those everyday moments, I'd size up the people around me one by one.
Could I hypnotize this one? How? How deep? How long would it take?
Still an amateur hypnotist, but honed by the president's secret manual. I could gauge most civilians with a quick glance. Like spotting the path to my destination, signposts everywhere.
Where to poke for reactions, where to strike for weak spots—it all showed up.
Chatting sharpened it. Even without, expressions, build, micro-muscle twitches revealed the path.
"...?"
That woman looked... off to my eyes.
I'd just left my cramped studio, seen off by the ex-idol who'd served me devotedly all last night. Heading to work in an unusually satisfied mood.
At the crosswalk near the office, my gaze snagged on a woman who oddly drew it. Hat pulled low, oversized baseball jacket. Tall for a woman, and even obscured, her beauty was obvious.
Damn, that body...
Her voluptuous curves peeked through the baggy jacket. Tempting, sure—but not the main reason she caught me.
Maybe a factor, but nah.
She looks tough to hypnotize.
Not impossible, just hard. The path others showed was faint. Like a fortress walled off tight.
Toppling her would take time and effort. Hot, but one I'd rather skip.
But...
Light turned green. Crowds crossed, but she stood still. Waiting for someone?
Not that weird.
Feels like she's staring toward the office.
I casually looked away, blending into the crowd. Hypnosis trick—adjust gait and breathing to vanish in plain sight.
Just to be safe, I entered through the back door today.
…Was I overreacting? Hope so.
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Seo Eunha had no idea how many days she'd been here. No windows or clocks in her sleep room or the hallway she could access.
Meals gave a rough count, but blackouts made it pointless.
She learned it was day 7 when I told her.
He'd skipped yesterday—day off—and returned with lunch today.
The bastard who'd tricked and kidnapped her. Who trained young women with futures, defiled them, sold them off.
I deserved her hate and contempt. But after two days apart, seeing me sparked affection and joy.
I hate him! Really hate him! Why do I feel like this?!
She should hate me. But she couldn't.
It confused her.
"You've improved so much in a week, unrecognizable. Much richer sex appeal, skin bouncier and clearer. Filled out more too, right, Eunha?"
"...Dunno... about that..."
"You don't? Really?"
Summoned to the training room, she stood naked in the center, slowly appraised.
I was right. Her skin glowed with unprecedented elasticity and purity. Even body hair gone, baby-smooth—Kim Alice's work, section chief for mods and drugs.
Her special cosmetics and nutrients perfected products beyond client specs.
Sensitivity jacked up too—now she felt multiples of before, no hypnosis needed.
"This area's pristine too. Alice's depilatory cream is top-tier."
I squatted between her legs, inspecting the shameful slit. Eunha spread wide, arching forward for better view.
My long finger trailed her smooth mound. Brushing the swollen petals sent her jolting like electrocuted, sensitivity amped.
I toyed relentlessly with her sensitive spots. Sticky nectar oozed greedily from the red cleft.
Hnng... Ah... Haa...
Ah... More... Deeper...♡
My finger probed her wet hole—but only teased the entrance mucosa, never deep.
She wanted deeper thrusts. Sanity slipping, she curled her hips, desperately trying to swallow my finger.
But I cruelly ignored, circling shallowly, frustratingly.
"Ahh... More... Deeper...♡ Just a bit... deeper... please...♡"
Desperation built. She begged unwittingly.
"Eeeek~~~♡"
And she came. Barely penetrated. Unsatisfied shallow digs.
Yet orgasm hit. Lingering itch made her hips twitch wildly.
I licked the juice off my fingers, watching.
"Yeah, condition's perfect. Good job, Eunha."
Good job what?
"Uhhn... Haa...? Good...? What... More than that... more..."
Just craving proper thrusting, she kept seductively writhing her hips.