Chapter 60
Chapter 60
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 60
Chapter Title: Addicted to the Touch
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Choi Yura had been feeling it since earlier.
This guy, Kim Seonghwa, was the real deal.
'From the moment I first held his hand, it was an absurd level of comfort.'
Days filled with grueling company work every single day.
Was there even one day without stress? Not even on weekends, she could say for sure.
Yet the instant she took Kim Seonghwa's hand and let him lead her, an unbelievable peace flooded in.
It was something so alien it felt like the serenity a Buddha might experience upon enlightenment.
'Back then, I had no idea it would be this intense...'
Choi Yura kept thinking.
This has to be the placebo effect.
Just because she believed he was an Awakener, every point of skin contact sent strange tingles through her.
Until now, there had never been any occasion for their bare skin to touch, naturally.
So maybe she was just reacting to this unfamiliar itchiness.
'But when he touched my chest...'
It was borderline miraculous.
Choi Yura had desperately mind-controlled herself right up until she guided his hand onto her breast.
'Even if it feels weird, I absolutely won't react.'
She couldn't let herself flinch at the touch of some mere subordinate.
'Not even the tiniest change in expression. I won't let him see my real feelings. No way.'
She had repeated that to herself over and over, fully prepared.
But the moment she placed his palm on her breast...
"……!"
Her pupils trembled ever so slightly.
The mental wall she had built up nearly crumbled at that light contact.
'Even with all that focus and preparation, I almost couldn't hide my expression...'
At that moment, it felt like energy from his palm flowed along her heartbeat, spreading through her entire body.
'Warm—no, hot energy...'
A refreshing openness like clogged sewers bursting clear, following that energy.
A lightness like the lifelong burden on her shoulders vanishing.
'I somehow bit my tongue and endured up to that point...'
But when Kim Seonghwa's hand suddenly gripped her thigh...
"Ha-eut?!"
A moan escaped her unwittingly.
Even when she had braced herself with full concentration, she had nearly collapsed—what chance did she have when off-guard, ambushed in an unexpected spot?
The touch transmitted through her black stockings was on another level from the one over her blouse.
This wasn't a realm that could be rationalized with words like "comfort."
"Haa... ha-eut...!"
When his fingers teasingly rubbed the inner flesh and stroked upward, she nearly toppled over.
Did Jeong X-su feel this electrified from the taser?
'Crazy... it's too hot...!'
The pleasure of her mana circuits clearing?
That was secondary by now—her mind went blank.
"Such thick thighs. No wonder you're proud of your legs."
Kim Seonghwa's voice reached her in a haze.
This was blatant sexual harassment. And now it had escalated to assault.
'I have to refuse... get angry...'
But her mouth wouldn't move.
She was too busy feeling the heat from his palm seeping through the gaps in her stockings, warming her skin.
"Haa... haa...!"
Far from getting angry, Choi Yura couldn't control her upper body pitching forward on its own.
Her legs had gone weak; she couldn't stand without leaning on something.
'Haa... no... I have to grab onto something...'
In the end, she chose to bow her head deeply and clutch Kim Seonghwa's shoulder.
There were no other options. Otherwise, she'd have collapsed ugly and earned his mockery.
His hand kept moving.
Starting from above her knee, inching higher.
To more secretive, deeper places.
'What do I do... it's coming...'
Passing mid-thigh, brushing the deep inner part as it rose.
'This feels too weird...'
Choi Yura's heart pounded wildly.
She felt like she should refuse right now. Push him away. This was forbidden territory.
But her body reacted the opposite.
Her legs parted slightly on their own.
Wanting to accept his touch deeper.
Craving more of the flames blooming wherever he touched.
"Ha-eut! Ha-uk!"
At the instant his fingertip grazed near her panty line, brushing her Y-zone, Choi Yura's body shuddered violently.
'Ah, no... this doesn't feel like healing...'
In a blow to her pride, her lower belly throbbed, her womb contracting, her pussy clenching and gushing hot fluids.
'It's too good to refuse... my head's going crazy...'
The sticky, lewd sensation of her panties soaking wet and clinging to her inner thighs.
'I don't care anymore... go higher... rip the stockings and shove your fingers inside...'
Reason had numbed.
Grand desires like sprouting wings like Min Seola were gone.
Only a primal craving remained: for his hand to touch her soaked panties—or better, inside them.
'Yes...! Just a little more...!'
As she closed her eyes, biting her lip in anticipation of the climax...
Drip.
The touch stopped.
"Ha-eut?!"
Choi Yura's eyes snapped open.
The heavy pressure and heat filling her thigh vanished like a lie.
All that remained was the cold air swirling in the void.
"It's been way past ten seconds."
Kim Seonghwa had already stepped back a pace.
He looked at her with an utterly casual expression—no, a strangely sly smile.
Seeing that look snapped her back to reality.
At the same time, an unbearable sense of loss crashed over her.
Like a drug addict in withdrawal, every cell in her body screamed.
The stuffiness of veins clogging again.
The emptiness in her hollow lower belly.
'Why stop here... what the hell...'
That was when it happened.
"How about it? Want me to keep going?"
Kim Seonghwa tilted his head and asked.
It was mockery. Clear mockery.
Choi Yura ground her molars.
Her usual self would have slapped him across the face and yelled, "You crazy bastard, get out!"
'Daring to toy with your superior as a mere subordinate? You think this makes you something special? Don't get cocky.'
She wanted to lash out like that and storm out to vent.
But.
Her mouth wouldn't open.
No—her lips quivered, wanting to spit out something else instead of curses.
'Yeah... keep going. Please touch me again...'
As she wavered on whether to voice that shameful plea...
"Doesn't seem like you want it, so I'll be going now."
Kim Seonghwa shrugged and turned away.
"……!"
Choi Yura's body moved before her thoughts.
She desperately reached out and snatched his wrist.
Thud.
Choi Yura gripped his wrist tightly.
Her face burned crimson, as if it might explode.
'This is... the absolute worst...'
Tears of humiliation welled up.
But she couldn't let go.
If she did, it felt like she'd never get another chance.
'If I just grit my teeth this once...'
Throwing her pride to the floor, she mumbled in a crawling voice.
"...Touch me more."
*
I had to bite my lip to stifle the laughter bubbling up.
The hand clutching my wrist was trembling so hard it was slick with sweat, burning like a hot coal.
'Oh man, this is bad.'
Where had all that morning bravado gone—the threats to expose me, the demands?
Behind me now was just a loser crumbling after ten seconds of caressing, begging for more.
'She's adorable.'
More than that, one thing was unexpected.
Choi Yura wasn't the type to cling like this.
Which meant the chances she was truly an Awakener were high.
'Not just empty bluster after all.'
Whatever the case, this was my victory.
I could lay the Team Leader out on the desk and thrust into her right now, and she wouldn't refuse.
No, she'd spread her legs and squirt all over.
'Sorry, but I have no intention of giving it to you that easily. After all you've put me through, it'd be no fun.'
I planned to turn her from superior into slave.
In other words, it was time for a perfect hierarchy reset.
I slowly, but firmly, pried her hand away.
Not harshly, but gently. Like scolding a child.
"……."
Choi Yura's hand fell limply.
I turned to face her.
Glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, panting lips.
It was a sight.
"Team Leader."
I said seriously.
"It's work hours right now. The staff are waiting outside. This is a problem if you keep this up."
"B-but..."
"And."
I stepped closer.
Choi Yura flinched back, bumping her hip into the desk.
"Your begging attitude is still a bit lacking."
"...What?"
"Your expression looks so forced... it kills the mood. Why would I do something I don't feel like?"
"You... you did this on purpose..."
Tears welled in Choi Yura's eyes.
Frustration, humiliation, betrayal from being toyed with, despair from rejection.
All those emotions radiated from her trembling, lip-biting form.
"Later."
I brought my lips to her ear.
"When you truly want it, come find me then. Politely. That time... it won't end with just hands."
"……!"
Choi Yura held her breath.
I turned away without lingering.
Then strode off, pausing midway.
"Oh, and."
I glanced back over my shoulder.
"In case you forget, I'm saying it twice: next time, show some proper begging manners."
"……."
"Otherwise, I won't follow unfair personal orders outside of work. Got it, Team Leader?"
*
In the closed conference room after Kim Seonghwa left.
Choi Yura sat collapsed on the floor.
"Haa... haa..."
Her legs had no strength.
She barely held herself up by gripping the desk leg with shaking hands.
"That crazy bastard..."
Even as curses spilled out, her head buzzed.
The pain was gone, but what filled its place was a far worse thirst.
Her veins felt like they were scorching.
The touch that had caressed her thigh just moments ago.
That hot, heavy sensation lingered like an illusion, tormenting her skin.
"Ha-euk..."
Choi Yura clutched her own thigh.
The exact spot Kim Seonghwa had touched still burned.
"Haa..."
Her hand unconsciously slid higher.
Inside her skirt, toward her groin.
Squelch.
Her panties were drenched.
In just those brief ten seconds, she'd soaked like a bitch in heat.
"Kim Seonghwa... you son of a bitch..."
She glared at the closed door, grinding her teeth.
Being toyed with by a mere subordinate infuriated her.
And being callously discarded was unbearably humiliating.
But.
'If just touching does this much...'
A greater emotion than anger was stealthily consuming her.
She wanted that touch again.
No, she wanted more.
'That bastard... he's toying with me again...'
Kim Seonghwa's whisper in her ear.
'It won't end with just hands.'
Those words echoed in her mind, making her womb throb.
"Just you wait..."
Choi Yura staggered to her feet.
Her eyes gleamed with venom and desire.
"Even if I have to pin you down..."
She gripped her soaked thigh tightly.
"I'll make you use your ability on me like crazy."