Chapter 68
Chapter 68
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Overtime Temptation
Choi Yura felt like her heart was about to burst.
The raw act she had prepared was completely seen through.
Her mind screamed at her to snap at him not to get the wrong idea, but her lips wouldn't move.
Kim Seonghwa's gaze traveled up her bare thighs and lingered right at the center of her skirt.
Choi Yura couldn't bear the burning sensation there.
She crossed her legs, terrified that he'd notice her panties getting wet, but that only intensified the stimulation.
"What are you talking about? Instead of saying weird stuff, focus on work so we can finish overtime!"
"Your flushed face is cute."
"What the hell are you doing, Seonghwa? Keep messing around? My face is hot because of the heater, so don't get the wrong idea!"
Choi Yura managed to force some anger.
But she couldn't hide her trembling voice.
'Ughhh! I should've just let him go! Let him leave! Get out!'
Even after she flirted so blatantly, he was still smirking at her with that relaxed look.
'Maybe he even saw how wet my panties got when I subtly flashed them while taking off my stockings?'
If he'd really seen her soaked panties right in front of him while she removed her stockings, that would be mortifying.
And though she hated to admit it, it was arousing and infuriating at the same time.
It meant he'd seen just how turned on she was and was mocking her despite knowing everything.
'If you're going to act like that... I absolutely... absolutely won't do what you want...'
That was when Choi Yura crumpled her stockings in her fist and tried to stand from her seat.
Drag.
She heard Kim Seonghwa rising from his chair.
Choi Yura flinched and couldn't lift her head.
'What's this, all of a sudden...'
He was approaching.
One step, one step.
The steady rhythm of his shoes matched her heartbeat.
Normally, she would've snapped, "What are you doing? Go back to your seat!"
But right now, her body craved his approach more than anger.
Even the excuse of mana buildup felt meaningless now.
All that remained was the instinct begging for his touch, that hot energy to ravage her body like last time.
Gulp.
When Kim Seonghwa stood right behind Choi Yura's chair, she could feel his body heat on her back.
And just as fear gripped her that her twitching core would give her away from that warmth alone...
"Given our team leader's personality, should I count this as an effort?"
Kim Seonghwa's voice dropped low.
He wasn't whispering in her ear, but it felt like hot breath, sending chills across her skin.
"...Seonghwa? What are you doing right now?"
Choi Yura barely got the words out, but her voice was already drenched in need.
Kim Seonghwa placed a hand on her shoulder instead of answering.
"You seem to have tried pretty hard for your pride's sake... No, no, your shoulders look really tense from overtime. Want a massage?"
His fingers pressed firmly into her shoulder muscles.
"Haht...!"
Choi Yura let out a moan without realizing it.
'What is this... It's just a massage... No... This guy knows his ability and is doing it on purpose...!'
Kim Seonghwa's hands didn't stop.
They slid past her shoulders, gently stroking the bare skin of her nape.
"Heut...!"
Everywhere his palm touched felt like it was set ablaze.
Kim Seonghwa whispered huskily down at her.
"Does my hand feel that good? It's the kind of touch that makes you want to ask nicely."
*
Choi Yura shuddered at my question.
Instead of answering, she leaned into my touch and tilted her head back.
Her white nape was exposed.
The taut lines of her neck and slender collarbone glimmered under the dim light.
"Heut... S-stop this...? This is sexual harassment...!"
She barely spat out a token protest, but her body reacted the opposite way.
Leaning fully against the chair back, there was no real resistance in sight.
'If she really hated it, she'd have slapped my hands away first.'
The old Choi Yura wouldn't have stopped at that.
She would've slapped my face without hesitation.
'Of course, I wouldn't have tried this crazy stunt on that Choi Yura either.'
The shifted dynamic kept making me chuckle.
"If you don't like it, I'll stop. I'm not forcing you."
I made to pull my hands away like it was no big deal.
Then Choi Yura reflexively grabbed my wrist.
"W-wait!"
"...?"
"I-it's not that... Now that I think about it, it's just a massage... I overreacted... My shoulders are really tense... Just a bit more... Knead them..."
Her face burned red as she spouted pathetic excuses.
Where was the confident, strict team leader? She looked like a drugged patient clinging desperately.
Watching her crumble like this was quite enjoyable.
"Got it. Your shoulders are that tense, huh."
I smirked and placed my hands back.
But not on her shoulders this time.
Slide.
My hand slipped inside her shirt.
Warm, soft skin met my palm.
I rubbed along her collarbone, fingertips gently pressing the upper swell of her breasts.
"Tense here too. They say lymph massages are great for women's beauty."
"Hauk! S-Seonghwa... Not there... Haan!"
Choi Yura's mouth tried to protest again but clamped shut, and no further resistance came.
"Team leader. Your moans are too loud."
I leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"The security guard outside might misunderstand. Think we're doing something naughty."
"Haung! Eut! Sh-shut up! Be quiet...!"
Choi Yura bit her lip and glared at me.
But her eyes were already glazed, oozing seduction rather than threat.
Squirm, squirm.
Still seated, Choi Yura crossed and rubbed her legs.
Her thighs between were visibly soaking through.
"Bad posture causes tension. Straighten your back."
One hand kept kneading her collarbone and chest, while the other slid downward.
Beneath the hem of her skirt.
"Hik...?!"
Choi Yura jolted in surprise.
Her legs were bare thanks to the stockings she'd tossed aside earlier.
'Felt it last time too, but our team leader's thighs... They're surprisingly fun to touch.'
My palm blatantly stroked the smooth inner flesh of her thighs.
Soft, resilient texture.
And the moisture trapped within.
"Oh?"
I feigned exaggerated surprise on purpose.
"Even after taking off your stockings, it's all soaked here? Sweat? Coffee? Or..."
My finger brushed her panty line.
The fabric clung stickily to my finger, drenched.
"Haaang! K-Kim Seonghwa! Where are you touching...! Don't touch without permission...!"
Choi Yura gripped the desk and bucked her hips.
Even as she said no, her pelvis twitched, welcoming my touch.
"Why keep up the pride? You like it this much."
I pressed my middle finger firmly against her soaked panties and rubbed.
A wet, squelching sound filled the air.
"Eug! O-okay! I won't be prideful! Haung! Don't tease... Put your finger in already...!"
Finally, her true feelings burst out.
No more pride—just raw, primal desperation to scratch the itch.
She rubbed her crotch against my hand, pleading.
"Put your finger in? Not sure where you mean."
"Haeng! Y-you know! Inside there... Thrust it in...!"
Total surrender.
I curled my lips and raised a finger.
"Here?"
I pushed her panties aside and touched the entrance of her twitching pussy.
Hot juices dripped down my finger.
"Ung...! Right there...! Haaut..."
Just as Choi Yura snapped her hips to swallow my finger...
Slap!
I yanked my hand away.
"Ah?!"
Choi Yura shuddered, then turned back with a dazed, desperate expression.
Her eyes mixed urgency and shock.
"Why... why stop...!"
She cried out, voice breaking.
I calmly pulled a wet wipe from the desk and cleaned my hand.
"That's enough. Any more and we'd really cross the line."
"What? Hey! Are you toying with me?!"
"Toying? I just gave you a massage."
I tossed the used wipe in the trash.
"And I still haven't heard that 'polite request' from you, team leader."
"...!"
Choi Yura's face paled, then flushed again.
'Even in this situation, bargaining must make me seem hateful. Tremble more. Get angrier.'
But could she?
She'd already tasted my touch.
'And this time, I even teased her entrance—way beyond last time.'
An unbreakable chain now bound her.
"Good job on overtime. I'm heading out."
The moment I turned away without regret...
"D-don't go!"
A desperate shout grabbed my arm.
Turning back, Choi Yura clutched my sleeve tightly.
Her face was beet red, eyes brimming with tears.
Skirt twisted, blouse disheveled.
"...More."
She mumbled in a crawling voice.
"Do more to me..."