Chapter 52
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 52
Chapter Title: Drunk Boss at the Motel...
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Time flew by before anyone noticed, and the rowdy after-work drinks were winding down.
As team members started getting up one by one, I glanced sideways at Joo-young sitting next to me.
Just as planned, she was slumped in her chair, practically out of it.
Her pupils were unfocused, and her flushed cheeks made it painfully obvious just how drunk she was.
"Team Leader, are you okay?"
I called out to her in a concerned tone, and she slowly lifted her head to stare at my face.
"Ugh... I'm fiiiine. Not drunk at allll..."
Hmm. She's properly wasted.
Her slurred speech, tongue all twisted up, made me chuckle involuntarily.
I stood up and gently but firmly grabbed her arm to support her.
As I'd confirmed before when drinking with Mi-na, this body of mine doesn't even register normal amounts of alcohol.
"Come on, Team Leader. I'll take you home."
"I can go by myself, I told you... Hic."
Joo-young hiccuped as she tried to shake off my hand, but a drunk woman's resistance was just adorable.
I gave a little more force and practically hauled her to her feet.
As I steadied her wobbling body, her hot body heat and soft skin pressed against my arm.
"Hey, Assistant Manager Lee. Team Leader Kang doesn't look so good. You sure you can handle her alone?"
Just as we were heading out, another department head spotted me and asked.
With my arm around Joo-young's waist, I flashed a friendly smile.
"Yeah, no problem. I'll get her in a taxi and head straight home."
"Alright. Take care. See you next week."
"Yes, sir. Good night."
After a quick exchange of goodbyes, I ditched the group's eyes and half-dragged Joo-young out of the place.
The night streets were still bustling with drunks and flashing neon signs.
Without hesitation, I led her toward a dark, dingy motel alley near the bar.
As we stepped into the humid alley, garish signs blazed bright lights to welcome us.
Maybe because of the glare, Joo-young—who'd been leaning on my shoulder, totally zoned out—frowned and mumbled.
"Ugh... Here... Gotta go home..."
"Team Leader, if you go home like this, you'll just worry your husband. Rest here a bit till you're clear-headed, then head back."
Already under my suggestions and her judgment clouded by booze, she gave in to my plausible coaxing without much fight.
She might not even have grasped what I was saying.
I smoothly picked a noticeable motel and led her inside.
The lobby reeked faintly of cheap air freshener and stale cigarettes.
I tossed my ID on the counter, grabbed the key, and that was that.
Having done this before with Mi-na made it go pretty smoothly.
She's surprisingly useful in all sorts of ways.
Not that I'm forgiving her for everything she's done, of course.
I swiped the card key, and as the door slid open, I shoved Joo-young inside.
Then I followed, tossing her onto the bed without ceremony.
"Nngh...!"
She writhed on the soft mattress with a short groan.
But that was it—no energy left to protest or resist my rough handling.
"Phew."
It had been a long wait.
Finally, the time had come to toy with this haughty, finicky woman as I pleased.
No interruptions here, no prying eyes.
Tonight, I'd savor her slowly and thoroughly.
Licking my lips, I didn't hide my lecherous grin as I approached the helpless prey on the bed.
"Team Leader, must be stuffy. You should at least take off your coat."
Feigning concern again, I started undressing her piece by piece.
First, the high heels squeezing her ankles—off and tossed on the floor.
Then the fitted suit jacket hugging her curves.
Next, the silky blouse.
With each layer stripped away, peeling back her professional shell to reveal the flesh beneath, my groin heated up and my mouth watered.
"Nng... Min-cheol...? Is that you...?"
I was on the third button of her blouse when it happened.
Joo-young's eyes fluttered half-open, and she looked up at me, calling out someone's name.
'Her husband, huh.'
For a split second, I tensed, thinking she'd snapped out of it.
"Nng...? Min-cheol?"
But no—her eyes were still glassy, lost in drunken haze.
Still, mistaking me for her husband?
This is gonna be way more fun than I thought.
I just grinned and kept unbuttoning her blouse without a word.
She squirmed a little under my touch, like it tickled, but no real resistance.
"Drank a lot today, huh?"
Playing the husband, I probed casually, and she slurred back.
"Nng, yeah... Got carried away... Before I knew it..."
The blouse fell fully open, revealing the voluptuous breasts hidden inside.
The flashy, provocative black lace bra barely contained her tits—damn erotic sight.
I stripped off the blouse completely, then went straight for the side zipper on her tight skirt.
*Zzzip—* The zipper slid down, loosening the skirt around her body.
Grabbing the waistband, I yanked it down, exposing her lower half in just panties and pantyhose.
Sleek, toned thighs stretching smooth, the faint outline of secrets teasing through the stockings—it hit hard.
I swallowed dryly, stroking her thighs up and down, slow and full, savoring that springy nylon feel.
"Nnh...♥"
As my hand brushed her sensitive inner thigh, she twisted her hips and let out a sweet, nasal moan.
"You're so pretty today."
"Nng... What’s that all of a sudden..."
Whispering sweetly like her husband, she murmured back like she was half-asleep.
I didn't know her husband's speech patterns, but it didn't matter.
She wouldn't register anything I said properly anyway.
And from her reactions, she didn't seem to mind.
"Wanna do it? It's been a while."
At my blunt suggestion, she frowned slightly.
"Nng... I'm too drunk. Tonight... Maybe not."
"It's fine. Just lie there. I'll handle everything."
Honestly, I couldn't wait any longer.
I reached between her legs and ripped the crotch of her pantyhose hard.
*Rrrrip—* The black stockings tore ugly, revealing the black panties underneath.
"W-Wait...!"
She tried to say something in panic, but I ignored her, slipping my fingers between the ripped stockings and panties.
At first, I teased gently, rubbing circles on her soft folds.
"Nng, tickles..."
She wriggled and whispered.
Grinning, I found her clit and started rubbing it softly with my index finger.
The sensitive nub swelled hard under the stimulation—I felt it at my fingertips.
"Ah, hnng...♥"
I sped up, pressing and grinding her clit hard, and rough breaths mixed with high-pitched moans spilled from her lips.
"Ahn♥ M-Min-cheol! Not there...! Hnng♥"
Begging her "husband's" name while bucking her hips—it stroked my sadism perfectly.
I toyed with her relentlessly, digging into her most sensitive spot.
Spreading her entrance with two or three fingers and stirring deep inside made her back arch big.
"S-Stop...! I'm... Gonna cum! Ah...! Aahk♥"
Soon, Joo-young's body shuddered fine, riding the wave.
Helplessly climaxing from my fingers alone, she panted with her face flushed deep.
"Phew."
Her unbearably lewd look had me fumbling my belt buckle in a rush, pulling out my cock at the end of its patience.
I shoved her panties aside, and sticky strings of arousal stretched.
Pressing my glistening tip—slick with pre-cum—against her dripping entrance, I thrust in root-deep without pause.
"Hngk?!"
Her eyes flew wide at the sudden brutal invasion, but it was too late.
My rod sliced through her tight, hot walls unhindered, burying to the hilt in one go.
I'd figured the booze relaxed her, but surprisingly, she clamped down like she wanted to devour me.
The electric thrill drew a low groan from me unbidden.
"Ah, agh!? It hurts...! T-Too big...♥"
She screamed in pain-laced pleasure, but I ignored it and moved my hips.
Slow at first, pretending to let her adjust to my size, then ramping up speed and power.
"Aahn♥ Min-cheol... So rough♥ Oohk♥"
Squelching friction and her endless, breathless cries filled the cheap motel room.
Still mistaking me for her husband, she clutched the sheets, lost in my fierce pounding.
Tears streamed from her unfocused eyes.
"Nng?"
I was lost in mindless thrusting, drowning in pleasure.
Suddenly, a loud bell rang from Joo-young's handbag, tossed carelessly on the bedside table.
No need to check who it was.
At this hour, only one person would call her.
"Tch."
Right in the middle of the fun—worst timing.
I paused my hips and glared at the noisy bag.
"Huh?"
Then it happened.
Her legs, gasping beneath me, spasmed and locked tight around my waist, yanking me toward her.
Caught off-guard, my upper body tilted over her.
As I stared down in surprise, her slender arms wrapped my neck, her drunken, wet eyes locking straight on mine.
"Don't look away... Keep thrusting... Keep fucking me...♥"
My cock, still buried firm inside her, twitched wildly on its own.
Drunk and mistaking me for her husband was one thing—but this blatant demand?
Maybe all those suggestions synergized with the booze.
Either way, her clinging demand for my full attention ignited my dominance.
"Got it. I'll make it rougher, like you want."
I whispered hot breath in her ear and resumed slamming my hips like mad.
Now fully consumed by pleasure, she matched me eagerly, shaking her hips like a slut.
The wet, intense sounds filled the room louder than before.
*Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥*
"Min-cheol... Kiss... Kiss me, please?"
She pleaded with hot breaths.
Who knew she had a spoiled side.
I obliged her coquetry gladly.
I leaned down, claiming her plump lips and tangling tongues rough.
*Smack♥ Chuup♥ Churrp♥*
Our thick kiss—saliva and booze mixing—made her walls clench like a bitch in heat.
Her wild reactions and my pent-up load built faster than expected.
"Ah, right. Condom."
In the heat, I'd totally forgotten.
Creampie tempted, but unlike the elf hypnosis, if Joo-young got pregnant, variables galore.
Marriage fallout with Min-cheol, office rumors.
Even with the hypnosis app, dealing with each hassle sounded like a headache.
Sucks, but first load outside...
"Ugh?!"
But reason fled as she yanked my neck hard.
With slurred tongue but clear desire, she whispered in my ear.
"Inside... Cum inside... Feel your thick load after so long... Love it inside♥ Okay?"
Her legs locked my waist like she'd never let go.
This went beyond drunk husband confusion.
Maybe all her pent-up lust from suggestions exploded at once.
"Ngh."
Damn. How am I supposed to hold back?
The bell kept ringing, but it barely registered—more like exciting BGM now.
'Screw it.'
I cut reason loose, surrendering to instinct and desire.
*Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥*
"Oohk♥ Love it pounding deep♥ Stir my insides more♥"
Orgasm crashing close, I slammed against her cervix.
"Here it comes, Kang Joo-young...!"
My roar unleashed hot semen flooding her depths.
"Ohoooohk♥ Cummingggg♥♥"
She twisted in climax with me, screaming ecstasy.
Her walls milked from deep inside, squeezing every drop left.
"Haa. Haa."
Spent, I collapsed over her, panting rough.
Raw creampie in my ignoring boss—no rubber, no responsibility.
Primal sex chasing pure pleasure, consequences be damned.
And all real—not fantasy— the taboo thrill melted my brain.
...One taste, and I'll never quit this.
"One round feels too short. Wanna go a few more?"
I whispered low in her ear, her body still quivering faintly in afterglow.
Already came inside once—no big difference now.
Night's young, and tomorrow's the weekend.
Feeling my cock harden again inside her pussy, I started moving slow.
The next morning.
"Ugh."
Sunlight stabbed through the window, hangover pounding like a hammer—Joo-young woke with a grimace.
Every muscle ached too.
'What happened last night.'
She tried piecing it together through the fog.
Talking with Assistant Manager Lee Hyun-seong... Kept drinking...
After that, blank.
Did I make it home proper?
But her sharpening vision showed no familiar ceiling.
Tacky wallpaper patterns.
Faint disinfectant smell in an unfamiliar room.
And then—spotting the man sleeping peacefully butt-naked beside her—she froze solid.
"...!"
Why the hell is he here.
Naked. Right next to me.
"Ah, aa."
That instant, fragments of last night flashed: dragged to the motel by Hyun-seong.
Clothes stripped off by him.
Clinging to him, mistaking for her husband—mortifying.
And the obscene memories of wildly fucking him she wanted to deny.
Color drained from Joo-young's face, turning it ghostly pale.