Chapter 67
Chapter 67
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: EP.67
Choi Yura clenched her fist around the documents as she returned to her seat, pressing her thighs tightly together.
'Haa...'
A short moan nearly slipped from between her lips.
'Kim Seonghwa...'
All day today—no, ever since Kim Seonghwa had so brazenly kneaded her thigh—her body hadn't been normal.
'If you're going to do it, at least ask properly.'
That cheeky tone and voice he'd thrown at her.
And those eyes that seemed to mock her while piercing right through everything—they were burned into her mind, impossible to erase.
'How dare he...'
Normally, she would've shredded his performance review on the spot or exploded in rage.
'I definitely should've done that...'
But she hadn't.
On the contrary, the moment she'd heard those words, her lower abdomen had betrayed her with a sharp tingle, surging with something hot.
'I'm losing my mind, seriously...'
Choi Yura desperately fixed her gaze on the monitor, but her nerves were entirely focused on Kim Seonghwa.
Especially whenever he passed by her desk on his way to the bathroom—her breath would just stop.
'He won't sneak a touch as he goes by, right...? If he does, I'll kill him... No, if he touches me like that...'
Just thinking about it sent a jolt through her body.
'He was staring at my ass earlier when I came back to my seat, wasn't he? I could definitely feel his eyes on me from behind.'
Normally, she would've made a huge fuss.
His gaze had been that piercing.
'But why does that look feel so different today...'
Thinking of Kim Seonghwa made her chest tighten, her bra feeling tighter than usual, pressing down on her.
She resented her body for getting dizzy and thrilled just from his lingering stare.
'At least he said he'd review it and give me an answer...'
That was clearly a sign he'd understood her signal perfectly.
Choi Yura threw herself into work, waiting desperately for that moment.
'...He said he'd give me an answer, so when's he coming over?'
Before she knew it, quitting time had passed.
People were starting to leave one by one.
"Team Leader, I'm heading out now."
Kim Seonghwa's voice rang out.
Choi Yura felt her heart drop.
'You said you'd give me an answer!'
But she couldn't bring herself to say it.
This damn pride of hers.
And everything she'd done to him up until now.
'No, because of all that, shouldn't he be even bolder about demanding it outright? Should I just tell him straight up? Yell at him for messing around?'
Choi Yura shook her head.
Do that, and this relationship might sour even more.
'Should I just let him go today...? Did that bastard play me again...'
Irritation boiled up, but there was nothing she could do right now.
Still, she couldn't swallow her pride and just send him off like this.
'If I let him go now, I'll be thirsting until tomorrow... Probably worse than yesterday...'
Choi Yura steeled herself.
"Hold on a sec, Kim Seonghwa."
The moment he stopped and turned, her heart pounded even harder.
"This proposal's full of typos. The data verification's a mess too. You can't leave until it's all fixed."
It was a ridiculous excuse even to her own ears, but nothing else came to mind.
'I can't just beg him outright... Not with that smug face of his! Never!'
Whether he knew her inner turmoil or not, Kim Seonghwa raised an eyebrow.
"You mean overtime?"
"Yeah. When the team leader says do it, you do it. Got a problem?"
"No, none. Of course. Especially since you want to be alone with me."
Her face flushed hot at his words.
'That arrogant little...'
She started to snap back but shut her mouth.
Retorting would just leave her burned again.
*
'Our team leader's so transparent it's almost painful.'
She was dying to keep me here, it was obvious, but she had to prop up her pride to the end.
I told her to just ask nicely, but no—she makes up some work excuse and orders overtime like an idiot.
'Even if she'd surrendered easily, I wasn't gonna give in anyway. I just wanted to tease her a bit and see her reactions... but she's not backing down.'
Still, that desperate act of hers was strangely stirring up my desire to conquer.
A woman who'd always been so stiff and proper was suddenly throwing her whole body into this frenzy.
'Wonder what bullshit she'll pull now that she's stuck me with overtime.'
I sat back down and turned on my monitor.
But work was the last thing on my mind.
At the edge of my vision, Choi Yura's every move was captured perfectly.
She headed back to her seat—or seemed to—then stopped near my desk.
Then she deliberately dropped the stack of documents near my feet.
"Oh my."
A fake gasp.
Choi Yura bent over slowly, right in front of me.
'Well, well. Put on a show, why don't you.'
I thought it to myself, but my eyes went there anyway.
Her black H-line skirt stretched taut—it was more tantalizing than I'd expected.
'Team Leader's showing off her ass a lot today.'
Her plump rear curved out dramatically, on the verge of bursting.
The spandex fabric dipped precariously into the cleft of her buttocks, obscenely clear.
'If I were hungrier, that could've been dangerous.'
Especially when she bent her knees slightly to pick up the papers—the hem of her skirt rode up, revealing her slender thighs and the black lace panty line at the top, right in my direct line of sight.
'Tch, weak sauce. Not falling for that.'
I snorted inwardly but openly admired her secret spot.
'She's doing all this crap on purpose to be seen, so she can't complain if I look. Probably gets a thrill from it.'
Feeling my gaze, Choi Yura paused while picking up the papers.
Her white nape flushed red in an instant.
"...Kim Seonghwa, what are you staring at? Never doing any work—just peeking at my legs all day your hobby or something?"
She straightened up, her breathing ragged.
"I was gonna offer to help since you dropped so much, but figured it'd be overstepping."
"You know it. Get back to work."
She brushed her hair behind her ear, flustered.
But Choi Yura wasn't one to stop there.
She went to the break room, made some coffee, then on her way back to her seat, "accidentally" tilted the cup onto her thigh.
"Ack, hot!"
I nearly burst out laughing.
Forget no steam from the cold coffee—the acting was way too obvious.
'I've been watching the whole time, Team Leader, so I know that wasn't an accident.'
She must've thought she was nailing the performance.
Still pretending to panic, she hiked up her skirt right in front of me without hesitation.
"Oh no... it's soaked."
"You okay?"
"N-no, Seonghwa... don't worry, just focus on work..."
What nonsense.
Though I was talking nonsense too.
Asking if she was okay, even knowing it was all a show—duty as a subordinate, moral obligation or whatever.
'So that's what she was going for.'
Her thin black stockings soaked through, clinging wetly to her skin.
Aware of my eyes, she propped one leg on the chair and gripped the band at her thigh.
Riiip—
The friction of the stockings peeling from her thigh skin echoed stimulatingly in the quiet office.
She slid them slowly down to her ankle.
'Always seen her in stockings—first time for bare legs. Didn't know they'd be that pale.'
Her creamy flesh emerged from beneath the wet nylon.
Her thigh jiggled elastically, freed from the stockings' compression.
'Alone together and she launches straight into a strip show.'
Every time her fingers brushed perilously close to her inner thigh, that sensitive spot—Choi Yura's eyes trembled.
She was the one seducing, yet she was the one getting drunk on my gaze, breathing heavily.
"Team Leader."
I called her softly.
Her hands froze.
"Huh? W-why'd you call me, Seonghwa...?"
She looked expectant.
Those eyes were cute—and ridiculous.
'Damn, she's making me wanna laugh again.'
The reason was simple.
I hadn't called her for what she wanted.
"You can't just strip like that here. Even if it's just me—who you don't even see as a man—we're still alone. Shouldn't you handle that in the bathroom? You used to snap at me all the time for sexual harassment."
Her face turned beet red at my mockery.
One leg bare, the other half-stockinged in a ridiculous, lewd pose—she glared at me.
"I told you to mind your own business and work, but you were watching? You pervert, Seonghwa? I just spilled hot coffee—how am I supposed to make it to the bathroom? You want me to get burned?"
I almost applauded.
Finally snapping—'You've held out a long time, Team Leader.'
"Right? Better to flash your panty line stripping in front of someone you don't see as a man than risk ruining those pretty legs with a burn."
I added it with a mocking grin.
"But seriously, Team Leader. Why make it so hard? Just ask nicely like a normal person."