No Way Senior Yena Is a Cock Rag... Or Maybe Not... I Don't Know... Let's Just Enjoy It♥♥♥
Swish—
Against my will, my lower body began to assert itself, standing stiffly at attention.
But Assistant Manager Yena didn't stop pressing the tissue firmly against it with her sticky hand, whether my cock was rising or not.
“Assistant Manager…! W-wait a second!”
“Hm?”
“Y-you can stop now. I'll take care of it myself.”
Only then did her hand, which had been diligently rubbing my crotch, come to a halt.
Lee Yena's large eyes wavered as she alternated her gaze between my face and my groin.
“Huh…? Dohyuk, do you have something in your pocket? There's something huge… and hard sticking out. Is it… an e-cigarette?”
“N-no, it's not! I don't have anything in my pocket! That's not an e-cigarette, it's—!”
“Come on, don't lie. I felt it clearly with my hand. Hold still, it feels wet too. I should take it out first…”
With that, she blatantly brought her fingers to my zipper, as if to check for herself.
This was insane.
If I left it like this, on my very first day, my female superior would end up seeing my grotesquely erect cock right here on the break room floor.
In a panic, I sat up and grabbed Lee Yena's slender wrist tightly.
“S-Senior! Your skirt is soaked too! This isn't the time to worry about me!”
“Oh my… you're right.”
“Please get up quickly. The coffee's still lukewarm—it'll irritate your skin. Augh, it's all my fault for showing off with the cup…”
“No, you don't need to blame yourself. You were just trying to catch me when I fell.”
Even as she spoke, Lee Yena glanced at my pants and continued.
“More importantly, Dohyuk, your pants are soaked all the way through, aren't they?”
“…Yes. Seems that way.”
The coffee had already seeped through my thin trousers and dampened my underwear as well.
Only now did the unpleasant sensation register.
Hearing my answer, Assistant Manager Yena grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet.
Her eyes, looking up at me, were far more intense than before.
“This won't do. Dohyuk, I'll wash them for you right now.”
“…Excuse me? W-wash them? Wash what!?”
“Your pants and underwear. You can't walk around the office smelling like coffee on your first day. There's a dryer in the 3rd Floor Laundry Room, so they'll be dry and fluffy in an hour.”
“…Then what am I supposed to wear for that hour? I don't have any spare clothes…”
At my question, Lee Yena smiled seductively.
“Don't worry about that. It's a lingerie company—do you really think we wouldn't have a single scrap of clothing?”
Without giving me a chance to protest, she snatched my wrist and dragged me away.
At the very end of the deserted third-floor hallway, in the most secluded spot, was the laundry room.
She pushed me inside.
.
.
.
The laundry room was quiet.
Sample underwear of all kinds hung from racks on every side, and one wall was lined with a massive washing machine, dryer, and styler.
A strangely sweet scent and feminine body odor lingered throughout the space.
“After we do fitting tests on sample products, we wash and organize them here. You probably won't come here often, but it's good to know.”
“Yes…”
“Well then.”
Senior Yena stood facing me.
Then, with a determined, almost solemn expression, she jerked her chin.
“Take off your pants.”
“Eh? Right now?”
“I'll wash them. Underwear too, everything.”
“B-but…”
“Hm?”
“How am I supposed to take them off with you staring right in front of me? I can't go to the bathroom either… Should I go to that corner? More importantly, I don't have anything to change into right away.”
At my words, Lee Yena casually began rummaging through the pile of underwear hanging on the rack.
A cold sweat ran down my spine.
Surely… she wasn't about to hand me one of those lewd women's panties from the rack?
…She had clearly said it earlier.
The hierarchy in a female-dominated company was stricter than the military.
What if the angelic Senior Yena grinned mischievously and ordered me to wear a mesh T-back panty with the butt crack completely exposed?
Just imagining it was humiliating. Please, anything but that.
“Ah, found it.”
But what Assistant Manager Yena held up was, fortunately, a large pair of men's boxer briefs.
The design had a slightly provocative sheen, but the pouch for the cock was clearly bulging outward—it was unmistakably men's underwear.
“Phew…”
A sigh of relief escaped me automatically.
“Change into these. Give me the wet ones.”
“Yes, understood.”
To give me space to change, Lee Yena coolly turned her back and headed toward the underwear pile again.
Taking the opportunity, I quickly unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants. The sticky coffee-soaked underwear clung to my thighs and pubic hair, making it difficult to remove.
“Hm-hm~”
With her back turned, Lee Yena hummed a little tune as she searched for something.
“Having a diligent new hire in the department really makes things fun. The same old office life every day was… so boring.”
“Thank you for saying that. I'll do my best!”
“Good. I like that—”
While buying time with conversation, I finally stripped off my damp pants and underwear completely.
After roughly wiping the coffee from my groin with a provided towel, I stepped into the panties Senior had given me.
But then—
‘…Huh? Why does the fit feel like this?’
The moment I pulled them up, a gasp of admiration escaped me without thinking.
It was on a completely different level from the cheap cotton underwear I usually wore.
The soft material, flowing smoothly like high-grade silk, wrapped snugly yet comfortably around the contours of my glans and balls without any pressure.
It felt light, almost like wearing nothing, yet somehow supported my lower body. So this was the technology of a major lingerie corporation.
Even the slightly provocative texture…
While I was marveling alone—
A rustling sound of fabric came from Lee Yena's direction.
“Senior, I'm done chang—huh.”
When I turned my head without thinking, I froze on the spot.
A scene reminiscent of a strip show was unfolding.
Senior's skirt and panties were also soaked with coffee, so she had casually stripped them off completely for washing.
Gulp.
During the interview, I had forcibly torn her panties with my own hands, but this time she was removing them herself.
And in this cramped laundry room, with her male junior right behind her, acting as if it were nothing.
I couldn't look away.
Her plump, white buttocks were fully exposed beneath her blouse.
Soon, even the coffee-stained panties were unceremoniously dropped to her ankles.
The moment she lifted one leg slightly to remove the panties from her right foot—
Between her round cheeks, the vertical line of the red, plump pussy that had captivated my eyes last time came into view at a precarious angle.
“This is driving me crazy…”
My cock, comfortably housed in the panties, could no longer endure the soft texture and the lewd visual stimulation before my eyes. It began to swell.
Getting hard at the sight of a naked woman like a knee-jerk reflex was inconvenient at times like this.
The sexual desire of a vigorous twenty-three-year-old was completely uncontrollable.
Regardless—
Lee Yena also picked up a new pair of panties and was stepping into them.
But the panties she was putting on looked familiar.
They had the same pattern as the ones I was wearing…
“…Huh? No way…”
“……!”
At the sound I made without thinking, she whirled around, her lower body clad only in panties now fully exposed.
“…Dohyuk? Were you watching me from behind this whole time? Geez… how embarrassing.”
“Ah…! No, I wasn't! I-I mean, I saw, but I saw it with blurry eyes!”
After blurting out that ridiculous excuse, she let out a small laugh.
Then, barefoot without stockings, she began walking toward me.
“W-wait… Assistant Manager? Why are you coming over…?”
“What? We already tore my panties during the interview, and now you're acting shy all of a sudden?”
“O-of course I'm embarrassed…!”
Before I knew it, Senior Yena's heavy breasts were right in front of my nose.
The overwhelming volume strained the buttons of her blouse to their limit.
When she leaned forward slightly, her deep cleavage came fully into view.
Thump-thump—
My heart felt like it was about to burst.
‘Just because I tore her panties… she's this comfortable with it…!?’
Just as I squeezed my eyes shut and swallowed hard—
“I just came to pick up the wet clothes. What were you thinking about all by yourself to overreact like that?”
“…Aah?”
She was right.
I had been the only one overreacting.
She had simply come to pick up the pants and underwear I had left on the floor like a shed skin.
Nonchalantly gathering my clothes, Senior Yena swayed her plump buttocks as she walked back toward the washing machine.
“Twenty minutes on high-speed wash, about ten minutes to dry.”
“Yes…”
“What should we do in the meantime? Want me to give you a theory lesson while leaning on the washer for thirty minutes?”
“Whatever is convenient for you, Senior.”
“Really? Then again, if someone sees us alone like this from outside, they might get the wrong idea…”
Senior Yena hung a [In Use] sign on the outside door handle, stepped inside, and clicked the lock shut.
“Huh…? You don't really need to lock it…”
The moment I asked in confusion—
Seeing her lower body properly as she turned around, I was suddenly at a loss for words.
“Hold on… Senior, the panties you're wearing right now.”
“Hm?”
The panties wrapped around Assistant Manager Yena's hips.
They had the exact same pattern as the boxer briefs currently struggling to contain my cock.
“Ah, these?”
Lee Yena traced her smooth thigh line with a finger and smiled seductively.
“It's the new sample couple's underwear line. You and I are wearing matching couple panties right now.”
The locked door.
Whirrr—
The washing machine spun noisily.
And my female superior, wearing nothing but couple panties with her lower half exposed.
The air in the laundry room grew thick and humid.