Chapter 75
Chapter 75
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: EP.75
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"It's far more incredible than I ever imagined."
Red Fox panted as she spoke.
She gently stroked my hair, gazing at me with hazy eyes.
"It felt more eternal than even stopping time..."
Her voice carried a strange, lingering resonance.
A tone that went beyond mere sexual pleasure, infused with some deep emotion.
"You know, I actually feel at ease when everything's frozen like this..."
She suddenly confessed her inner thoughts out of the blue.
"Flowing time is too fast and cruel. Everything changes and vanishes."
Her fingers brushed my cheek.
A time-stop ability user.
To her, who had locked herself in eternal solitude, the world must have seemed unbearably noisy and fleeting.
"But with you... time passing doesn't feel like a waste..."
She smiled shyly.
No trace of a villain's malice or a hero's dignity.
Just the expression of an ordinary woman in love.
I was the sole reason she didn't want to stop—the one thing worth letting time flow for.
"......"
I couldn't say a word.
Her true identity remained a mystery, but the emotions she showed me now felt utterly genuine.
"Thank you for giving me this experience. So it really was thanks to you that Min Seola sprouted wings."
Red Fox sat up.
She fumbled to zip up her suit and tidy her disheveled hair.
"You should get dressed too. It'll wear off once I leave."
At her words, I hurriedly pulled up my pants.
Red Fox gave me a faint smile at the sight, then lightly turned away.
She seemed about to leave just like that, but paused.
Turning back, Red Fox met my eyes again.
She approached, stood on tiptoe, and planted a light kiss on my cheek.
Chu.
"Let's meet again sometime."
She flashed a bright smile and turned away once more.
This time, she vanished from sight without looking back.
And soon after...
The world's clamor poured in like a bursting dam.
"Your iced Americano order is ready!"
"Hey, so yesterday..."
"Excuse me, coming through."
Colors returned, and the frozen people began to move.
I blankly took in the entire scene.
It felt like a dream.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Sunday afternoon.
Choi Yura sat on the sofa, staring blankly at the TV.
But the sounds from the TV registered as nothing more than white noise she couldn't even hear.
"Haah..."
She pressed her throbbing temples and let out a deep sigh.
A full week had passed since that overtime night with Kim Seonghwa.
In that time, she had executed her meticulously calculated strategy.
'I figured if I ignored him, he'd get antsy and come at me... but what the hell is this?'
If teasing his lust wasn't enough, she'd go the opposite route: total indifference.
No nagging like usual, no overt seduction like last time.
Just stiff, business-only talk. Even when he glanced her way, she'd avert her eyes.
The psychology she was banking on was simple.
A woman who's practically yours suddenly turns cold? He'll approach out of curiosity at least.
'For Kim Seonghwa, I thought he'd provoke me by pretending to mess up and touch me anyway...'
She planned to stay cool even then, sparking his competitive streak to push boundaries further.
Like that overtime night—acting unfazed by his touches until insertion.
Then play hard to get, reluctantly yielding while seizing control.
'It was a perfect scenario. Why?!'
Kim Seonghwa didn't budge an inch.
No—he thrived like a fish in water.
As if her silence meant smooth sailing, his work efficiency soared, and he clocked out on time every day.
'He didn't even seem like he was hiding frustration.'
Even when their eyes met occasionally, he looked at her purely as his team leader—no hint of impatience whatsoever.
'This thick-headed bear bastard...'
No, not a bear—a fox.
He definitely knew and was playing dumb to mess with her.
Weekdays were somewhat bearable.
Just sharing the office space let her bask in the faint aura emanating from him, easing her headache like an illusion.
The brief brush of fingertips when handing over approval documents felt like a drop of water in the desert, quenching her thirst just a little.
But weekends were different.
A long, gaping void since he casually left Friday evening.
If she hadn't known the sensations he provided, it might've been fine—but the first weekend after discovering them was pure hell.
"Haa..."
Her head felt like it would split open.
Her chronic mana buildup had flared up again, clogging her veins.
'I was used to this state... Is it because I experienced relief once? Some kind of afterimage...'
She'd downed a handful of painkillers, but they did nothing.
Her body, having tasted his touch, refused to settle for mere chemicals.
'It has to be Kim Seonghwa...'
It wasn't just pain.
Her lower abdomen throbbed heavily.
Not mere lust, but an instinctive craving for survival.
'I tried to hold out somehow... but today, I just can't...'
Choi Yura staggered to her feet and headed to the laundry room.
She pulled out the items buried deepest in the pile.
The clothes she'd worn that day when Kim Seonghwa toyed with her under the guise of a massage.
White blouse, black H-line skirt.
And the black stockings and panties he'd gripped so hard they bore the marks of his hands.
She still hadn't washed them.
"...I'm really resorting to anything now."
Choi Yura settled on the bed with the clothes.
She picked up the stockings and panties, pressing them to her nose.
"Sniff... haaah..."
Kim Seonghwa's scent was faint.
Only touched by hands, and time had passed—it was inevitable.
All she caught was mostly fabric softener and her own sweat.
But sniffing like a dog eventually unearthed it: a whiff from deep within, reviving memories of that day.
The hot, heavy afterglow of his body heat trailing where his hands had roamed.
"Mm... Seonghwa..."
She rubbed the stockings against her face and closed her eyes.
In her imagination, his hands climbed her thighs again.
The rough nylon grazing her cheek felt like his palm cupping her face.
Choi Yura's hand slipped between the buttons of her pajamas.
Since she wore no bra, pinching her stiff, erect nipples like a pervert was easy.
"Ahhng! Haht!"
That day, the upper part of her chest he'd touched.
The impossible pleasure against her bare skin revived, stabbing her spine.
The hand tormenting her breasts now slid into her panties.
Squelch.
She was already soaked.
Just from the scent, from imagination alone, she'd reached this state.
She frantically rubbed her clit with her middle finger.
"Haaahng... Feels so good... Kim Seonghwa... You jerk... Touch me with your hands... Harder..."
She buried her nose in the dampest part of the stockings, inhaling deeply as she lost herself in masturbation.
"Haaang! Hngh! I'm gonna cum already! Cumming!"
Climax hit quickly.
But what followed wasn't satisfaction.
A greater, deeper void.
"Haa... haa..."
A emptiness fingers couldn't fill.
A thirst no fading scent could quench.
'Even the smell's gone now...'
The faint remnants had vanished as her senses adapted.
She couldn't hold out with this anymore.
That's when her full-length mirror caught her eye.
And in it, a flushed-faced woman met her gaze, stockings pressed to her nose.
"......"
A team leader at a major corporation, once dreaming of being a hero.
And here she was, sniffing unwashed stockings on a weekend afternoon, all for one subordinate—masturbating like this.
Self-loathing washed over her.
But more terrifying was the excitement bubbling up at the thought of seeing him tomorrow.
Yet seeing him meant enduring again. Pretending indifference.
Could she survive another round of that hellish test of patience?
'No. I can't. If this goes on, I'll wither away—or snap and jump him right in the middle of the office.'
Pride and face be damned.
She needed to breathe. Right now.
'Time to change tactics.'
No more passive plays.
She grabbed her phone.
And immediately texted Kim Seonghwa.
-Seonghwa. Accompany me on an errand tomorrow morning. Client meeting's set, so come dressed accordingly.
-Important, so pay attention to your outfit.
The perfect excuse for just the two of them.
Outside the office—no prying eyes.
'Not secure enough yet.'
Choi Yura rose from the bed, stumbling to her dressing room.
She pulled out crimson lace lingerie and a garter belt to hug her thighs.
The boldest, sexiest set she'd bought on a whim, wondering if the day would ever come.
"Tomorrow... I won't let you slip away..."
She held the lingerie against her body and glared into the mirror.