Childhood Friend Jo Minji
Shin Jiye took two steps back. Her expression was exactly the kind that would scare Jo Minji, yet it was obvious there was no malice behind it. Jo Minji seemed to sense that too; her slightly trembling hand finally steadied. I thought about chasing Shin Jiye off, but it felt like an overreaction, so I let it go.
That girl… she wasn’t one of the ones who bullied Jo Minji.
Jo Minji tugged at my sleeve. “L-let’s go… okay?” The eyes looking up at me wavered. Running into a girl from the same middle-school class must have been difficult for her.
Shin Jiye watched Jo Minji and felt a bitter twist in her chest. She hadn’t bullied her, but strictly speaking she had been a bystander. Well… standing here like this feels pretty shitty to me too.
Shin Jiye glanced down at herself. A puffy jacket that looked like cheap padding, track pants with three white stripes. Nothing wrong with the outfit itself, but her pointless inferiority complex made her feel like a pathetic, jobless slob.
…Fuck. This is garbage.
A sudden wave of self-loathing crashed over her. Every time this happened she hated the version of herself that had bragged about becoming an idol. They probably didn’t even know she’d failed. That was exactly why meeting old middle-school classmates always left her feeling like shit.
Without realizing it, her gaze drifted to Kim Junyoung’s clothes.
…Huh?
His already solid, impressive frame was wrapped in refined luxury items. The sweater, shoes, pants—how much did all of that even cost? What the hell was he?
They weren’t flashy pieces that screamed their brand. Instead, they were the real thing—quiet luxury whose drape, design, and fabric naturally radiated high-end elegance.
Was he born with a silver spoon? I don’t remember any rumors like that…
Right then, an employee came running out of the Mercedes showroom.
“Sir! You forgot your phone!”
“Ah.” I scratched my head and took the phone back. That phone was the latest model too—nothing like the cracked-screen, two-year-old device Shin Jiye carried.
But that wasn’t the most important part. Shin Jiye barely managed to speak.
“You… came out of the Mercedes store…? Why?”
“Huh? I came to the dealership to buy a car. Why else?”
His casual answer carried an air of natural confidence. It was completely different from the way she spoke with a trembling voice driven by envy. It looked cool.
“…R-really? So… did you buy one? What model…?”
“Mercedes.”
“Huh?”
“You idiot.”
The man standing beside me—my friend, presumably—let out a heavy sigh and spoke up with a curse. “If you just say Mercedes, who the hell knows what you mean? Mercedes-AMG.”
“Ah, right. That one.”
“A-AMG…?”
Her eyes widened so much they looked ready to tear. An ultra-high-end model that started at two hundred million won even in base trim. And he bought one? A twenty-six-year-old guy the same age as her?
Her teeth ground together. Self-loathing stabbed at her heart. Forcing a smile, she opened her mouth.
“I-I’ll be going now! Let’s meet again sometime!”
“Huh? Hey, at least give me your—”
I tried to stop her, but Jo Minji yanked hard on my clothes and cut me off. By the time I looked up again, Shin Jiye was already sprinting full-speed into the distance.
“…Did she have something urgent?”
“Haa… haa…” Jo Minji breathed a sigh of relief. I pulled her into my arms.
“Who was that?” Park Youngmin asked.
“A girl from our middle-school class. She was an idol trainee.”
“For real? Wow, you’ve got a celebrity classmate?”
“Well… I’ve never actually seen her on TV.”
“Huh? What? Did she quit?”
“Looks like it.”
Tsk. My appetite vanished. She used to have such a delicious-looking body back when she was aiming to be an idol. Along with Jo Minji, she had been one of the prettiest girls in the whole school. Too bad I didn’t have her contact info; we probably wouldn’t meet again.
…Wait. No, that’s not true.
Would you like to start Modification Mode?
Target: Shin Jiye
Oh. It works.
I closed the app after confirming. Now, whenever I wanted to target her, I could summon her to any specific location. Not right now, of course.
Right now… I need to focus on Jo Minji.
I looked down at the pitiful little creature still trembling in my arms.
“Was it that hard?”
“…No, it’s just…”
Jo Minji had never gotten along well with her classmates in middle or high school. With her looks that surpassed even celebrities, she had become a natural target for the jealousy of sensitive adolescent girls.
Plus… she’s pretty introverted.
She behaved without restraint in front of me, but Jo Minji struggled to talk to strangers and found it difficult to grow close to anyone. The person she was closest to at the company after me was Park Youngmin, yet they still acted awkward around each other. That said everything.
There had been no extreme bullying like violence or profanity. But Jo Minji had clearly been ostracized—isolated and slowly bled dry in a subtler, more painful way. In crude terms, it was the classic “invisible bullying” phenomenon.
It worked in my favor, though.
I had been the only person Jo Minji could call a friend. Back then I stood beside her as both support and shield, firmly establishing my position as her emotional pillar.
…I’m not completely innocent either.
I had driven away every man who approached her. Jo Minji herself already felt uncomfortable around men, and every guy I failed to filter out was ultimately rejected by her anyway. Even if the door to the cage I built for her swung open, she chose to stay inside and never flew away. In return, I took care of her that much more.
Still, I might have contributed to her isolation for my own dark desires.
“It’s okay. I’m here. Back then, now, and in the future.”
“…Yeah.”
I felt a little cringe saying it out loud, but it seemed to work—Jo Minji’s trembling stopped. Adorably, she burrowed deeper into my chest and rubbed her face against me.
Well… it doesn’t matter if I’m a bad guy.
In the end, Jo Minji had become mine. That was enough.
She’s mine.
This lovable girl belonged to me. Whether she agreed or not. For the rest of her life.
She would live looking at me, spend my money, find happiness because of me, and give birth to my children. She would stay by my side until the day she died.
“Heh heh. Let’s go eat.”
“…Okay.”
I caught a taxi and headed to a nearby hotel. Watching Jo Minji marvel at every dish of the hotel course meal, I enjoyed a delicious dinner.
+++
A week later, the weekend arrived again.
Ding-dong— Creak—
“Please come in.”
Seong Yua opened the door. I took off my shoes and stepped inside her home.
“Whoa…” As expected, it was spotless. Cushions and blankets arranged with military precision. Exercise equipment lined up neatly. The faint scent of a pleasant air freshener. It was exactly the kind of house I would expect from Seong Yua.
“Has any man other than me or your family ever entered this room?”
“No, sir. Why do you ask?”
“Good. I seem to be taking many of Team Leader’s firsts.”
As I had heard before arriving, Seong Yua appeared to have been working out. The gray leggings and tank top she wore were soaked with sweat, darkening the fabric. The tight workout clothes clung to her body and vividly displayed her sensual curves.
“It’s only been a week, but your figure looks even more stunning.”
“Mr. Kim Junyoung remains diligent regarding the project as well. To engage in sexual harassment the moment you see me.”
It wasn’t a rebuke—it was praise. To her, sexual harassment was simply a tool to arouse me for the sake of the project.
I moved closer to touch her.
“Please do not approach.”
She stepped backward.
“The smell of sweat is quite strong. Since I showed you my workout attire as you requested over the phone, I will shower and change into a suit.”
“No. We’ll do it like this today.”
“That is unacceptable. Poor hygiene will negatively impact your arousal, Mr. Kim Junyoung.”
“I don’t think so.”
I pulled Seong Yua into my arms, hugging her tight. I sucked hard on the nape of her neck and squeezed her ass like I meant to burst it.
“Hngh!? K-Kim Junyoung!”
“Slurp… suck— haa… The smell of your sweat, the taste of your sweat… it’s so fucking hot.”
I slapped her ass with a loud smack, then squeezed it again as if trying to pop it. Treating a woman without consideration, using her purely as a sex toy—this lowly behavior filled me with a thrilling sense of immorality.
“Wow… the texture of these leggings is incredible. I’m really looking forward to today’s sex.”
“P-please stop! Cease this immediately, Mr. Kim Junyoung!”
Seong Yua’s face flushed slightly as she struggled.
I pulled out my rigidly erect cock and rubbed it against her stomach.
“Look at this. It’s fully erect. Team Leader’s sweat has no negative effect on my arousal whatsoever.”
“E-even so, please wait. At the very least, allow me to wipe away the sweat…”
I slipped my hand into the front of her leggings and thrust a finger into her pussy.
Squish—
“Hng, uht…!”
She grabbed my wrist with both hands and pressed down.
“Team Leader is surprisingly shy. That part of you is incredibly arousing.”
Squelch, squelch…
“Th-thank you… hu, hngh…! Your finger, just for a moment, please…”
“Suck— haa… The smell of your sweat is really…”
When I buried my nose against her nape and inhaled deeply, her pussy tightened with shame, squeezing my finger.
Seong Yua lived like an ice sculpture, never revealing her emotions. Yet among all the women I had been with so far, she was the one who felt the most embarrassment.
“That is why we must do it exactly like this while you are feeling shy. My arousal is directly tied to work efficiency. You understand, correct?”
“…Understood.”
Seong Yua nodded with clear reluctance. No matter how embarrassed she felt, carrying out her duties was as important as life itself to her.
I pushed my finger deeper. As I stirred her intricate inner walls, the love juices that had pooled inside began to flow freely.
“We need to get you properly wet first, so please masturbate using my finger. Move your hips yourself.”
“Understood.”
Still holding my wrist, Seong Yua began to rock her hips.
“Ungh, hng… hup, kuh… ha, haat…♡ hup!”
She clenched her teeth to hold back her moans, but whenever a cute sound slipped out by mistake she immediately covered her mouth with one hand. Each time, I felt her pussy suddenly clamp down hard. Then she would lower her hand again, grab my wrist, and resume moving her hips.
I matched her rhythm, moving my finger in time.
Squish, squelch, splash…
“Hng, ha, huut…♡ mmph… K-Kim Junyoung. Please keep your finger upright and still… huu… stay completely still. I know the spot where I become wet easily, hng… so I will focus on stimulating that area.”
“Yes, go ahead.”
I pushed my finger as deep as possible and held it upright and motionless.
“Huu, hu, haat…!”
“Is it too deep?”
“N-no, it is… exactly right. Yes.”
Seong Yua spread her legs slightly, bent her knees a little, leaned her upper body forward, and pushed her ass back as far as it would go. Her hips twitched as she rocked back and forth. It looked like slow-motion twerking.
Whoa, damn…
Such a vulgar movement, like a whore. Seeing someone as refined as Seong Yua masturbating in such a lewd position was insanely arousing.
Squelch, squelch, slurp, thrust…
The wet sounds grew progressively louder and deeper. Seong Yua closed her eyes slightly and focused entirely on the sensation of my finger. She was truly giving her all to soak her pussy.
Squelch, squelch, squelch…
“Eut, hu, haat…! Hu, huut… heuk, there…♡ heup…!”
The way she bit her lip hard while shaking her hips made it clear she was completely lost in the act. I wondered what felt so good.
Let’s hear it.
“Please give me a briefing.”