Chapter 76
Chapter 76
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 76
Chapter Title: EP.76
Monday morning.
Right after the internal meeting wrapped up, Team Leader Choi Yura grabbed me and headed out on an external errand.
"Seonghwa. I'll drive, so hop in the passenger seat."
'What's this about?'
The question popped into my head first.
Normally, I'd be the one driving as her subordinate, but she wasn't handing over the keys—instead, she was insisting on driving herself.
'Do I seem that unreliable? Or could it be...'
I'd seen a scene like this in some old drama.
Will you eat? Or fuck me?
Will you eat? Or die with me?
'She wouldn't be holding my life hostage like in that drama to demand sex, right?'
Touch me? Or let me touch you!
Fuck me? Or die with me!
'Nah, no way... I called Choi Yura crazy before, but even she wouldn't go that far.'
Even if she did, it wouldn't scare me.
A car accident wouldn't even scratch me.
Anyway.
It felt a bit off, but I got in the passenger seat without a word.
The air inside the car was strangely stuffy.
It wasn't just the heater.
A thick, dense perfume scent wafted from Choi Yura next to me, way stronger than usual.
Not like she'd bathed in it.
More like she never wore it before, so now it stood out sharply.
And for good reason—she'd always rib me if even a hint of perfume lingered on me, asking if I'd come to the office to date.
For her to show up wearing perfume?
'Maybe it's an important meeting and she's putting in extra effort.'
I snuck a sidelong glance at her.
Her outfit today was noticeably bold.
The tight black H-line skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh as she sat in the driver's seat, and the top two buttons of her blouse were undone.
The seatbelt crossed between her ample cleavage, creating a precarious valley with every breath.
'She'd been dead quiet all week like a mouse.'
And even at a stoplight, she couldn't sit still.
Swish. Swish.
Her skirt hem kept creeping higher as she crossed and uncrossed her legs repeatedly.
'Who's driving, and she's messing around with her legs like that...'
That's when I noticed something.
Black stockings peeked from under her skirt.
At the thigh, where the flesh showed faintly through, there was some alien lace strap.
'A garter belt...?'
Wearing a garter belt to the office.
Anyone not an idiot could tell this woman had come prepared for battle today.
"...Seonghwa."
When the light turned red and the car stopped.
Choi Yura asked in a voice that trembled ever so slightly.
"Got time after today's meeting?"
"No. Gotta head back and write up yesterday's overdue reports."
"You don't even know when it'll end."
"If it wraps early, I'll handle work early. You hate slacking when there's nothing to do."
I threw up an iron wall casually.
"Reports? Those can wait."
She leaned slightly toward me.
A glimpse of a red lace bra flashed through her open blouse.
'Garter belt and sexy lingerie?'
She'd come fully committed.
"My head hurts so much right now..."
Choi Yura's hand crept over the gearshift, onto my thigh cautiously.
"How about it? Can't you help me out a bit?"
Her palm rubbed over my pants.
Hot heat transferred through.
'Well, well.'
I smirked inwardly.
A week must've been the limit of her patience.
'No chance.'
I gently took her hand and moved it off my thigh.
"Team Leader. Light's green."
"...Huh?"
"Green light."
Choi Yura's ears turned beet red as she started driving again.
But soon after, she pulled over to a quiet shoulder and killed the engine.
"...? Is the meeting here? Even so, not a parking lot—why park in a place like this?"
Choi Yura ignored my question.
"We need to take care of this first... Otherwise, I'll screw up the meeting... Right...? It's a work issue, so can't you help...?"
Her forced excuse nearly made me burst out laughing.
No, a sneer was already tugging at my lips.
"You seemed to be holding out fine. Why give in now? Don't you always say you don't need to beg me?"
"Th-that's...!"
Choi Yura's face flushed bright red.
Just that much provocation, and shame twisted her expression.
She bit her lower lip hard.
"...I lose."
"Pardon?"
"I lost. So..."
Choi Yura suddenly unbuckled and twisted fully toward me.
She gripped her skirt hem with both hands and yanked it up over her thighs.
Shrrk.
My vision turned red.
Red lace panties connected to black garter straps.
Her intimate spot was brazenly exposed in the cramped car space.
And the center of the lace panties was already darkened, soaked wet.
"I'm begging like this..."
With trembling hands, she pulled my hand toward her.
She pressed it against her wet panties, right at the source of that hot heat.
"Touch wherever Seonghwa wants. Anywhere you like."
Finally, Choi Yura—the proud career woman—was hiking up her own skirt in front of her subordinate, me, begging like a bitch in heat.
"Don't you want to touch? I'm going crazy here..."
I didn't need words.
The damp wetness seeping through her panties spoke volumes of her arousal.
I didn't pull my hand away.
Instead, I pressed lightly on the soaked fabric.
Squelch—
"Haah...!"
I looked at her with a wicked grin.
"Forgot what I said last time already?"
"Hng... Hnngh! Haa..."
"I said beg politely. Never told you to act like a cheap slut."
Her body stiffened at my words.
She snapped her eyes open and glared at me.
"Cheap slut...? You, you really...!"
"Spreading your legs first thing—what else is a cheap slut? Team Leader's ruining her boss image."
I withdrew my hand from her panties and wiped my wet fingers on her thigh.
Every move was perfect mockery, trampling her pride.
"Haa... I'm begging like you said... Even dressed like this... You're really gonna pretend not to notice...? How much more polite do I have to be...?"
"Team Leader's grown a bit."
I chuckled and added,
"Fine. I'll help."
"R-really?!"
Choi Yura's eyes sparkled, as if the humiliation didn't matter.
"Yes. But... in this cramped car, make me satisfied yourself. No hands."
"...What?"
Choi Yura's eyes shook wildly.
"Yourself? What do I... how...?"
She stammered in panic.
She'd only ever given orders as a boss—never serviced a man directly, it seemed.
"I said make me satisfied however. Do I have to spell everything out?"
I smirked mockingly and lightly caressed her soft cheek.
At my touch on her bare skin, she flinched.
"Team Leader doesn't seem quick on the uptake for this, so I'll be direct."
I adjusted the passenger seat position.
Click-whirr.
The seat slid back, creating space in front of my legs.
I nodded at the open spot.
"Kneel here and service my cock with your mouth. Think you can?"
"...What?"
Horror washed over Choi Yura's face.
"Don't get it? I'll pull out my dick, so can noble Team Leader suck the head nice and sloppy?"
"...!"
Her face turned crimson, like it might explode.
'Humiliating, huh. Say no, get pissed, and floor it. That's more your style, Team Leader.'
But her reaction didn't come right away.
Her body froze like she'd been hit by Red Fox, eyes darting lost and frantic.
'Oh... She's actually thinking about it.'
Honestly, unexpected.
I figured she'd slap me at least.
A shameful demand: kneel in the car for her subordinate and give a blowjob.
It'd drag her lifelong pride through the mud.
"Can't do it? Fine by me. No skin off my back. Let's go—we'll be late for the meeting."
That moment.
"I-I'll do it..."
A mosquito-like whisper.
"I can do it..."
Choi Yura hung her head, answering in a quivering voice.
Tears welled in her eyes, but insatiable lust had overtaken her.
"Good."
I smiled in satisfaction.
"Then what're you waiting for? Get over here and kneel."
Choi Yura hesitated a beat, then extricated herself from the driver's seat.
In her tight skirt and garter belt, she awkwardly crawled over the console to my footwell.
Thud.
She knelt between my legs.
Her red lace lingerie on full display—she didn't even try to cover up. Pathetic.
I unzipped my pants.
Pulled out my rock-hard cock and thrust it toward her face, commanding,
"Suck."