Chapter 84
Chapter 84
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 84
Chapter Title: EP.84
The sound of the coffee machine grinding beans filled the pantry, right as the espresso finished brewing.
Bang!
The pantry door flew open roughly.
I didn't need to turn around to know who it was.
'At this hour, only one person bursts in like they're heading into battle.'
The thought had barely crossed my mind.
Click.
The sound of the lock turning echoed.
"...Kim Seonghwa."
The voice from behind me was trembling.
"You done talking? Don't just spit out your side and run away."
I turned slowly.
Choi Yura stood there, back against the door handle.
Her face was flushed bright red, but her eyes showed no sign of backing down.
If anything, they burned with venom.
"Running? I just came for coffee."
I smiled leisurely and held up my coffee cup.
"Want me to make you one, Team Leader?"
"Is coffee the issue right now?"
Choi Yura strode toward me.
"A polite request? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Her face twisted more with anger than ever before.
"Should I get on my knees and beg to make you feel better? You pulled that on your boss—you should've gotten the hint by now. How long are you gonna keep playing hard to get?!"
She shouted as if deeply wronged.
'Well, from your prideful perspective, bending this much is more than enough... hell, it's generous.'
But by my standards, she was still miles short.
"Team Leader, how about an iced americano to cool you down?"
I added ice to my cup as I spoke.
"And kneeling doesn't make it polite by default."
"What?"
"It's about attitude. Huffing and puffing like this, acting like I'm holding out on something you entrusted me with—that's not a request, it's a threat."
I reached out and gently lifted her chin.
"See? Your eyes are full of venom."
Choi Yura flinched at my touch. Yet the venom lingered.
She didn't slap my hand away, though. Instead, heat seemed to spread from where my fingers met her skin, her breathing growing erratic.
"You need to show me you really want it. With your eyes, or your actions. I don't see any desperation saying 'please do it'."
Choi Yura's body shuddered.
She bit her lip, clenching her fists tight.
Her pride warring with her desire.
But in the end, what won was...
"...I want it."
Desire.
"I want it. Your touch... and more."
Her hand grabbed mine, guiding it toward her ass.
Over the tight black H-line skirt.
"Touch me..."
She pressed my palm firmly against her ass.
"This alone gets me soaked. Because of you."
Hot warmth transmitted through my palm.
And the faint tremor of her ass muscles.
She tried to slide my hand into the crease of her cheeks.
"Feel how serious I am now? So hurry up and fix it..."
She looked pretty desperate.
I gripped her ass firmly with one hand.
Yielding flesh filled my grasp.
"Haang!"
Just squeezing over her clothes, and her legs buckled—she clung to my shoulder.
But I let go right away.
"Ah..."
Choi Yura looked up at me with regret.
"Still not enough."
I said coolly.
"More desperately. You think I'll cave this easily? It's just switching from tits to ass—same as last time."
I picked up my coffee cup again.
"And it's work hours now. I'll head back to my desk."
The moment I tried to pass her.
Bam!
She blocked my path.
Like a sudden door guard possessed her, Choi Yura pressed her back to the pantry door, arms spread wide to seal the exit.
"No. You can't go. I won't let you leave like this."
"Move aside."
"No! Wanna see me die? I feel like a junkie losing their mind!"
"If you shout like that here..."
Before I could finish, Choi Yura's hand went to her skirt zipper.
"...?!"
No hesitation—she yanked it down.
Soon, the skirt pooled at her feet.
Choi Yura was bottomless in an instant.
She stood before me in just black pantyhose.
Thin stockings revealing her leg lines perfectly.
And the white cotton panties trapped inside.
"...Even like this?"
Choi Yura slipped her hand into her pantyhose and panties.
And when she pulled it out...
"You really won't even now?"
Her drenched fingers filled my view.
I'd already seen her panties soaked through anyway.
"Wow... Team Leader, you're one tough woman."
I couldn't help but admire her.
An boss stripping her skirt and fingering herself in the pantry, in front of a subordinate.
She's gone all the way.
"Kim Seonghwa. I'm dead serious right now."
"If we get caught like this, you won't handle it."
"Don't care... caught or not... fuck me right now. Or I'll rape you myself."
Her hand lunged for my pants.
The madness of a woman whose reason snapped.
Honestly, tempting.
I wanted to hoist her up, lay her on the table, and thrust in right then.
But this was the pantry.
Employees came and went constantly.
Even locked, someone could fetch a key or knock—we had no way to handle it.
"...Team Leader."
I grabbed her wrist.
"This is the pantry. Are you sane?"
"I said I don't care!"
"I do. Don't wanna hear I'm the guy who fucked his boss behind Min Seola's back."
I feigned distress and scolded her.
"Not here. I'll work late tonight. Hold out till then, okay?"
"No! I can't hold back on my own. I can't take it anymore!"
Her eyes were half-mad.
I even sensed desperation like she'd die if I didn't fuck her now.
'Damn... is this Yupia's aphrodisiac kicking in hard...'
No matter how broken Choi Yura was, it hadn't been this bad.
"Ha..."
Her attitude was far from polite, but leaving her like this would spell real trouble.
'No choice.'
My monster, my responsibility.
She's yielded plenty already.
"Fine. But let's move. Not here."
"Where?"
"Conference room. No one barges in while it's in use."
I picked up her discarded skirt and handed it over.
"Put it on first. Can't get caught moving."
Choi Yura put it on without a word.
Her face brimmed with anticipation.
"You go first."
I sent Choi Yura ahead to the conference room.
Then swung by my desk, grabbed a file folder, and followed.
Click.
I entered the conference room, locked the door, and drew the blinds.
"Why'd you bring that?"
Choi Yura eyed the file folder in my hand.
"This? Cover—if someone tries coming in, we say we were doing a work report. And two people entering empty-handed would've looked suspicious anyway."
She let out a disbelieving chuckle at my answer.
"Meticulous. Sharp where it counts, in the weirdest ways."
"Gotta put in effort to torment the boss."
I quipped, tossing the file on the table before perching on the edge.
Gulp.
She swallowed dryly.
The pantry frenzy had cooled a bit, but her eyes still burned hot.
"What're you waiting for? Come here."
I patted between my legs commandingly, and Choi Yura approached like she was entranced.
"I can strip you, right? Wait, you came asking for this—too polite of me?"
I smirked, unzipping her skirt again.
It slid to her ankles, and Choi Yura reached to remove her pantyhose and panties herself.
"Hold on, Team Leader. Let me undress you."
I laid her on the table.
Lifted her legs, slowly peeling down the pantyhose.
The rough nylon rasped against her skin.
"Haa..."
As Choi Yura's legs quivered, I stripped off the pantyhose and panties completely.
"Spreading your legs like you want it the second you're bare—what a slutty sight."
"...Aren't you gonna put it in?"
I just gazed down at the view instead of answering.
Blouse-clad, white legs splayed in an M.
Her twitching pink pussy, already drooling slick everywhere.
"What a view. Never thought I'd have the Team Leader's legs spread in a company conference room, pussy on display."
"D-don't look... hurry up..."
Choi Yura covered her face in shame.
But she didn't close her legs.
If anything, she spread them wider, like she wanted me to see.
"You're in a rush. Gotta inspect first."
I poked her pussy with a finger.
"Haeng!!"
"Hold in the moans."
I slid two fingers in, spreading the hole to inspect the pink insides.
"Pretty color. Nice smell too."
"Aang! Don't... say that...!"
"Why? It's a compliment."
I appraised her explicitly on purpose.
Licked the slick off my fingers, pinched her clit to gauge reactions.
"Looks like this is your weak spot. Wriggling like crazy from a light touch."
"Haaeng! Don't tease here too—hurry...!"
Choi Yura thrashed under my touch, out of her mind.
Just fingering her, and she already looked half-gone.
"Stop playing and fuck me... please... Seonghwa... yeah...?"
She even switched to a sweet nickname, begging.
"Now it feels a bit polite."
Maybe time to give it to her.
The moment I reached for my zipper.
Knock knock.
"...!"
Sudden knock.
My and Choi Yura's gazes snapped to the door.