Just in Case We Actually End Up Having Sex... Pack a Condom...♥
Chapter 11: Just in case, maybe, if we really might have sex... bring condoms...♥
My name is Cha Dohyuk.
Have I ever been to a woman's house before?
…No.
I'd been invited to that forbidden zone by Seohye.
"Sure… I've got plenty of time."
"Okay! Then see you after work!"
"Uh… yeah."
Two twenty-three-year-olds with very healthy sex drives.
Our places were only ten minutes apart.
The reason we were both single was probably because every decent person around us was already busy having sex.
Get a grip.
…This is work.
We're just using the 3D pattern fitting as an excuse to legally(?) touch her body in a room.
Plus, Yoon Seohye would be either completely naked or in some dangerously half-dressed state.
I'd be the one holding the measuring tape, wrapping it around her underbust, lifting and lowering those heavy breasts over and over.
Just imagining it made my cock twitch.
Cock, what the hell are you reacting to…!
Seohye, who had been waiting for my answer, let out a cute little huff through her lips.
"I knew it. Asking you to stay late for personal stuff is too much, isn't it…"
"No… it's fine."
"Huh?"
"Let's go. Your place."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I've got time."
When Yoon Seohye grinned, her big breasts bounced once.
.
.
.
In the afternoon, I learned the general workflow of each department.
Even while preparing for the presentation, I couldn't slack off on regular duties.
I'd have to squeeze in prep during any free moments. It might turn into a brutal schedule for a new hire.
I followed Assistant Manager Lee Yena around all afternoon, learning from behind her.
Of course, most of what I learned was just staring at her kind smile…
Eventually I even started fantasizing about dating her, marrying her, and having grandkids together.
'No… she lets me hold her hand like it's nothing… we exchanged numbers… and she said I can ask her personal questions too, not just work stuff…'
Was this the start of something?
If I were to ask a personal question…
I'd love to send her an "open panty" message every morning.
- Assistant Manager, what panties are you wearing today?
- …T-back♥
- Oh… show me…
-(photo)
Just imagining trading messages like that made for an erection-filled morning.
Whew… calm down.
Don't get ahead of yourself.
The only employees I was allowed to treat casually were the ones listed in the slut notebook.
Assistant Manager Lee Yena had a certain purity and something different from the usual company sluts. She didn't belong in that notebook.
While I was lost in deep thoughts about company life, Seohye came running over from afar.
"Dohyuk!"
"Huh? Hey. Don't run."
Your chest… it's bouncing way too much…
I couldn't finish the sentence.
"Hm? Why?"
"…You might trip. You already look like you're struggling to keep your balance."
"What? Are you worried about me?"
Whoa whoa.
It was just a greeting.
Don't blush!
"If you get hurt, we can't prepare for the presentation! That's important to me too!"
"Uung?"
Yoon Seohye made a round-eyed face.
Whether she understood or not, I turned toward her apartment.
*
Seohye's place was in the villa complex right next to our apartment building.
So close that if I looked down from my veranda, I could see her window.
I'd glanced down a few times when I was bored or doing laundry, and now knowing she lived there felt strange.
As I was walking along, a thought hit me.
"…Seohye. Shouldn't we buy some fruit or something?"
"Why?"
"I mean, we're going to your house… shouldn't I bring something for your parents?"
"…Dohyuk. My parents aren't there. I live alone."
"Gasp."
Shit.
I meant to gasp in my head, but it came out loud.
How to describe it.
Half surprise, half delight at her unexpected living situation.
Wasn't a woman who lived alone ranked third on every guy's ideal type list?
Second was a woman who could hold her liquor.
First was just a pretty girl…
She had all three. How could I not be shocked?
"Why are you surprised?"
"No… I just assumed you lived with your parents. Want me to grab drinks instead of fruit?"
"Hmm… then should we have a beer after we're done?"
"Sounds good. I'll buy."
"No, I'll buy."
"No, I will. How much are we drinking?"
"I… get drunk after half a beer…"
"Got it. I'll go get some!"
I stopped Seohye from coming and ran to the convenience store.
She gets drunk after half a beer?
This was the ultimate coworker — lived alone and couldn't hold her liquor!
Plus, my fingers were tingling with a pleasant signal.
Like something was about to happen.
I casually grabbed the thinnest, nicest-smelling, ribbed condoms with the best performance from the shelf.
Three of them. Plenty.
Not that I'd definitely use them, but working at a company full of sluts, carrying some around seemed like a smart move.
"How much?"
"7,800 won."
"……"
Condoms.
Fucking expensive.
Better make them count…
With that, my steps toward Seohye's studio felt much lighter.
And my heart was pounding.
Who ever thought they'd actually go to a girl's place?
Beep beep beep beep—
I didn't mean to, but I saw her enter the code.
Four digits.
Password: 0628.
'…Isn't that a little too easy?'
Living alone as a woman and not even being careful.
The front door opened, and the scent from Seohye's clothes washed over my face.
Mmm.
Smells good.
How to describe it.
Not the smell of home-cooked food, not the mysterious bachelor smell of my own room — just a fresh, pleasant scent.
Seohye rushed inside and started sweeping up the clothes and stuff scattered across the living room.
"Aah! I was rushing to get ready for work and didn't clean…! I swear I'm not usually this messy…!"
"Nah. It's pretty clean, actually."
Still embarrassed, she dumped everything into her bedroom and shut the door.
Thud!
What the hell.
She was acting like a shy high school girl.
I looked around the living room.
Cute little household items.
No expensive electronics or furniture, but everything was neatly organized in pink storage bins.
And the veranda.
Underwear was hanging on the drying rack.
Probably just male instinct.
What I was scanning for were traces of another guy.
First things first.
No guys confirmed.
Seohye, having put the beer in the fridge, let out a relieved sigh like she'd passed one hurdle.
"Whew, should we start right away?"
"Yeah."
Seohye laid out the measuring tape, pins, pattern paper, and sample fabric from work on the living room table.
"To make a 3D pattern, we need reference lines. Dohyuk, you have to mark my underbust circumference and nipple positions exactly. If the wire angle is off, we'll have to redo it."
"Okay."
I picked up the measuring tape and stepped closer to Seohye.
The air felt different from when I'd groped her breasts at the company.
Back then, I'd been on a mission to humiliate her in front of a dozen people.
Now it was after-hours work in a cozy atmosphere.
Plus.
Right in front of me, Seohye was taking off her top.
A striptease happening in warm air and strange tension.
"Huh?"
"Yeah?"
Off it came.
Yoon Seohye, now wearing only a bra.
It was the second time I'd seen them, but those soft upper breasts still stole my gaze.
Just looking at them felt healing.
Some people enjoy staring at fire… I guess this would be staring at tits.
"You're taking it off?"
"Of course… We can't have even a 1mm error. I have to be completely naked."
Ah, look at that determined gaze.
Yoon Seohye was staking everything on this presentation.
In that case, I should treat it seriously too.
"Got it."
"Yeah!"
But.
When Seohye tried to remove her bra, she struggled, arms reaching behind her back.
"What's wrong?"
"Ah… I moved some fabric boxes earlier… I think I pulled a muscle. I can't even reach the bra hooks…"
"Oh…?"
"So, um…"
Seohye gave me a suggestive look.
"Can you unhook my bra for me?…♥"
"…Me?"
I asked, but she didn't wait for an answer and turned around.
Gulp.
I swallowed without meaning to.
Check out that back line.
Almost a perfect S-curve.
Above her waist, the bra hooks holding up Seohye's heavy breasts.
They looked stretched tight, barely managing to support her weight.
"Hurry up. We don't have time."
"Uh… yeah."
Seohye urged me on.
It felt like a couple who'd booked a motel room rushing to get through three rounds quickly.
Ah.
Of course, I'd never actually been to a motel.
I'd only learned about it from my friends bragging.
Anyway, with trembling hands, I unhooked it.
Click.
The bra snapped forward like it had been waiting.
…That hand feel.
Not bad.
'This is thrilling. New.'
But.
How was I supposed to measure her breasts with the tape?
I'd have to hold one end and pass the other around her with my free hand.
That meant hugging her was unavoidable.
When I wrapped my arms around her.
My hands naturally landed on her breasts.
"Nngh…♥"
Seohye let out a suggestive sound.
"Seohye… don't moan like that… it's making this hard for me."
"Hey…"
But her voice came out whiny.
"You totally touched my nipple on purpose!"
"What are you talking about? It was just an accident while passing by! Is that really the issue right now?"
It was.
"M-my nipples… they're getting hard…♥ Dohyuk, every time you touch them… it feels so lewd…♥"
She was right.
Seohye's nipples had perked up the moment my fingers brushed them.
My cock too.