What Kind of Reaction Will She Have When She Sees My Package?
“Hah. Manager Kim. Let’s be human beings about this and wrap it up before we go home.”
It was around six in the evening, just as quitting time was drawing near, and Department Head Pyeon let out one sigh after another at the work that still showed no sign of moving forward.
No matter how many times he’d rushed him, nothing changed.
No—if anything, it only got worse as time went on.
“Y-yes. Sorry.”
“Everyone else has already gone home. Stop worrying about other people and just get it done.”
Department Head Pyeon knew very well why Manager Kim was acting like this, but he pretended not to.
He’d once considered investing himself, but with a family to think about, he’d been too scared and had ended up putting his money only into stocks.
And even then, into the supposedly safest ones: American stocks.
But Song Manager never showed any signs at all.
Looking at the charts, there was no doubt the market had crashed and plunged more than once during the period when Song Hoon must have been investing.
And yet he hadn’t noticed a thing. Not once—at least not until Song Hoon showed up driving a foreign car.
Even now, seeing Song Manager preparing to leave work with no particular reaction at all was astonishing.
It was the same despite the way the world around him had changed so dramatically.
Should I call him bold, or just fearless?
The longer he watched, the more Department Head Pyeon’s evaluation of Song Hoon kept climbing straight upward.
“I’ll head out first.”
Song Hoon slipped past Manager Kim, who still had his face buried in his keyboard, with not a single change in expression, and left the office as casually as if nothing in the world concerned him.
“Manager, give me a ride!”
On the way home, Seol Yeomyeong climbed into Song Hoon’s passenger seat as if she’d been waiting for him.
“You mean you want me to take you home?”
“Aww, you know that already~ My boyfriend’s on a business trip and won’t be back for three days~”
Ah. So at the very least, she wouldn’t be sleeping alone for the next three days.
***
Seol Yeomyeong wrapped herself up in the blanket as a slightly chilly breeze slipped through the room.
The once-crowded house now felt strangely empty.
They were days away from moving, so everything they didn’t need had already been thrown out, boxed up, and stacked in piles.
“Mmmngh….”
When Seol Yeomyeong woke, she jabbed at Song Hoon’s still-sleeping body with her finger.
He felt strangely sturdy. It really hadn’t been that long since the first time they’d had sex, and yet his body had somehow changed.
Off-season body? Something like that? Did he start working out again?
There were bite marks and red welts all over him. Jealous, she’d gone around biting and sucking every inch of him, determined to cover the old marks with new ones.
“Seriously, what kind of stamina is this….”
Her hunch had been right. There was no way she could handle this man’s sex drive by herself.
Looking at those bite marks, it seemed like less than two days had passed since they’d last done it, and yet last night he’d been pounding into her womb again until morning.
But if he asked to go again right now, would she refuse? No chance.
“But why does it feel even bigger? Is it just my imagination? It definitely got bigger.”
The memory of that cock stabbing at her womb all night long made her head go white even now.
Even this cock, limp in sleep, was huge.
“But that doesn’t even make sense, does it?”
Long and slack between the bristles, the cock was big. Really big.
Ugh.
A cold, fishy smell rose up as she took it into her mouth, but even that somehow made her feel hot and bothered.
Like Pavlov’s dog, her lower belly went slick and wet all on its own.
“Ptooey—”
But when a handful of the bush-like hair surrounding his cock got into her mouth, she spat it out.
“Ugh… what are you doing?”
At the sound, Song Hoon, awakened by the spitting and coughing, looked over at Seol Yeomyeong as she coughed up the cock hair.
“Manager, are you ever going to wax this?”
“Huh? Out of the blue?”
He’d never particularly felt uncomfortable with it before, so at the sudden mention of waxing he tilted his head in confusion.
“It’s way too much of a jungle. Honestly, even if it gets hard, it’s still huge, so it’s kind of the same—but sometimes the hair gets in my mouth.”
“Really? Hmm. Maybe I should trim it?”
“Yes! If you shave it, it might be even better to suck.”
It really was lush. A jungle, plain and simple.
“And your eyebrows could use a little cleaning up too. Same with your armpits. Winter’s almost over, and then spring and summer’ll be here. If you’re going to do it, you might as well go all the way.”
“Is that so? Then maybe I should shave it all off, and Yeomyeong can be the first one to suck it.”
“Of course. And honestly, with your build, if you worked out just a little more, you’d probably go to the beach shirtless and have women lining up behind you.”
“Hmm… waxing, huh.”
Seol Yeomyeong stroked his cock slowly and nestled into Song Hoon’s arms.
“Hey! Manager, you’re not thinking about going to get waxed just so you can fuck the waxer, are you?”
“Hm? The waxer?”
He’d only been thinking about trying waxing for himself, but at Seol Yeomyeong’s words—
“Right now, I’m the one who’s going to fuck you?”
“Haaah—! So sudden!”
Without warning, Song Hoon shoved into her, and she let out a sharp, pained moan.
“Ahh, it hurts.”
She wasn’t fully wet yet, so there was a little bit of friction, but the instant he entered her, Seol Yeomyeong’s pussy started pouring out slick like someone had turned on a faucet.
“Does it still hurt?”
“Nooo. It feels gooood.”
Chrup—
They kissed as their lower bodies rocked together.
“But I have to go to work….”
“I’ll fill you up quick. Right to the brim inside your pussy.”
“Eep—”
The word quick sounded terrifyingly fast to her. She had no way of knowing just how much thrusting that would actually involve, and that uncertainty was its own kind of fear.
Calling it a bad idea to tease him now, Seol Yeomyeong swallowed back a whimper and took Song Hoon’s massive cock in stride.
“Hngh. So mean.”
“What’s mean? You’re the one who started teasing me by sucking cock first thing in the morning.”
It was sex purely for the sake of cumming. No foreplay, no affection—just raw, powerful fucking, and Seol Yeomyeong’s whole body jolted with it.
His sex drive really does seem stronger now, doesn’t it?
It was obvious. Ever since he’d eaten that dice candy, both his lust and his stamina had clearly become stronger.
The difference before and after was as clear as night and day, just like one of those commercial slogans.
“I’m cumming!”
“Inside. Please cum inside. I’m going to go to work with your cum stored in me.”
Before long, Seol Yeomyeong was being swallowed up by pleasure too, turning into a complete little bitch in heat.
In a short time, a great many things had already changed—and were still changing.
***
“Put it over here. That one goes in that room.”
On moving day, Song Hoon ran back and forth nonstop through the house from early morning on, swarmed by appliances and furniture deliveries.
He sorted the boxes, placed the new furniture, signed the forms, made the payments.
“Where should I put this, boss~?”
“Yes, yes. Put that over there, inside. Just install it, please.”
And each time the house was filled, piece by piece, with something new—
Song Hoon felt excitement.
The thrill of filling empty space with new things.
“Jeez, what a mess. What a mess.”
It looked like it would take three or four days just to finish sorting the moving boxes.
“After I get everything organized and buy whatever else I still need, it’ll probably take a month before things are actually settled.”
It would be a hectic month, but probably the most satisfying month he’d ever had.
“Boss! Where’s the master bedroom!”
“This room!”
And the most important thing of all:
The king-size bed had arrived.
These days, from what he’d learned through sex, bigger beds were simply better. Better alone, better together—just better.
“Whew. Looks like that’s about it. I think everything’s finally here.”
TV, washing machine, bed, refrigerator—one thing after another.
Because of the boxes he still hadn’t unpacked, there was barely room to step anywhere in the house.
“Jesus, what the hell is all this? Hey, is the organizing done yet?”
By the time the installation of all the appliances had mostly wrapped up, Kim Geonjae came in, waving a hand over the place as he looked around the house.
“Done? Not even close. I’m thinking it’ll take at least a month before everything’s finished.”
“That’s how it always is. You’ve been living like a minimalist, so maybe you didn’t know, but life is supposed to be maximalist, bro. If you need something, buy it. If you don’t need it anymore, you can just sell it later on Carrot Market, right?”
Kim Geonjae laughed and grabbed some trash, then started helping clean up the place.
“It’s big, too. What kind of single guy gets a three-room apartment? The rent must’ve been fucking expensive.”
“Look at you, talking nonsense the second you show up. You were just preaching maximalism a minute ago.”
“Puhaha. Still, seeing you spend money like this makes me proud as your friend.”
In a way, Kim Geonjae was almost the complete opposite of the old Song Hoon.
Especially when it came to women and spending habits.
“Still, a guy needs to look good on the outside if he wants women chasing him. Unless you’re in the top one percent in looks, you’ve got to throw around a little showing off and a little luxury.”
With that, Kim Geonjae looked Song Hoon up and down and rubbed his chin.
“Now that you’ve cleaned yourself up… you do look different. Taller too, maybe? And your proportions… yeah, working out really does wonders. You really were an unclaimed lottery ticket.”
Apparently even his best friend was changing so gradually that he still couldn’t fully feel just how much.
***
One day after the move, though the boxes still weren’t fully unpacked, Song Hoon lay on the bed and searched for the waxing shop Seol Yeomyeong had mentioned a few days earlier.
Come to think of it, hadn’t there been times when he sucked a hairy pussy and got strands in his mouth? And with summer coming soon, he’d probably need to trim things down if he planned to wear swim trunks.
“Hmm… the price isn’t bad. And if possible, I’d rather have a female waxer.”
Leaving his cock in the hands of some man? Unthinkable. He wasn’t gay, and the mere idea of another man touching his cock was disgusting.
“If someone beautiful is going to touch it, that’s even better.”
Rrrr—
He scrolled the mouse wheel and browsed the waxing shops near his place.
“Hmm… this one looks good.”
One place had proudly displayed the waxer’s photo right at the front.
The owner and one waxer.
“Her face is kind of sexy.”
The waxer’s photo had a distinctly sultry air to it.
Maybe she even had a mixed-race look.
In any case, she was a slander—strike one, she passed. And from his experience with several women, she gave off the feeling that she’d probably be fairly open, and maybe even quite bold with touch.
“Of course, there are quite a few reservations.”
Maybe most of those reservations were from men.
“Ugh. Anal waxing too… and underarms. I have no idea why anyone would wax their ass, but whatever.”
If he was going to do it, he might as well do everything. Eyebrow cleanup, cock waxing, anal, underarms.
He clicked every single option.
And he booked the very last slot of the day, 9 p.m.
“I wonder what kind of reaction she’ll have when she sees my cock.”
There probably weren’t many like this one.