Chapter 20: I Should Break This Habit for Good (2)
Chapter 20: I Should Break This Habit for Good (2)
[Friday | 8:43 AM]
'Just get through today, and it's the weekend.'
The thought that I'd have two whole days off after today lifted my spirits. As I stretched my drowsy body before starting work, arms extended overhead—
"Haa..."
My eyes met Do Seo-yun's as she entered the office.
"Good morning."
"Ah, hello, Senior."
'She must not have slept.'
Her face was gaunt, as if she'd pulled an all-nighter. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot, too.
It reminded me of my college classmates who'd cram all night before exams after slacking off all semester.
'Of course she couldn't sleep.'
Who could sleep when one wrong move could ruin their reputation? She must have scoured my account by now. Not that she'd find anything—it was just an empty burner account.
'I can't wait for 11 o'clock.'
I'd set the trigger for 11:01 AM. At the sound of rapid keyboard clicks, I glanced sideways at Seo-yun.
She was hunched over her desk, staring holes into her monitor while clicking her mouse and keyboard. The screen showed the company messenger.
'She must be checking employee emails.'
Probably trying to match the writing style to someone.
'As if I'd use my real account. That'd be stupid.'
She could search all day and find nothing.
'Time to get to work.'
I opened yesterday's draft and began editing, checking the time between tasks. Seo-yun kept checking too—her phone, every few minutes.
Her anxiety was palpable.
'No need to check before 11.'
I got so absorbed in work that before I knew it, 11 AM arrived.
[Friday | 11:00 AM]
'One more minute until the reaction.'
The clock ticked from :00 to :01. I rolled my eyes subtly toward Seo-yun. Her phone vibrated. Like she'd been doing all morning, she checked it—then bolted upright.
Her gaze darted around the office.
'That's right, wonder who sent it.'
It'd be great if she suspected another employee. That would keep the heat off me. Once the second message goes out, I'll be completely in the clear.
'Two minutes. It should've arrived.'
She checked her phone again, then rushed out—face pale as a sheet. Once she was gone, I quietly picked up my phone.
'Scheduled messages are perfect.'
No one can tell they were pre-set. Even better.
'Bulk cancellation works too.'
I opened SNS and swiftly canceled all pre-set messages. Above them were the ones I'd sent:
<Send pics of your bra and panties within 10 mins. You know what happens if you don't.>
<You've got time to spare, huh? I see you trying to figure out who I am. Clock's ticking.>
The second message anticipated her behavior—most people would scan the office first.
'No way she suspects me now.'
Phase one: success.
Even as she entered the bathroom stall, her mind raced.
'Who is it?'
Her thoughts were a tangled mess. Hard to pinpoint anyone. When she first checked the message and scanned the office, half the staff had their phones out.
Same when the second message arrived.
'To think I'd get targeted by some pervert...'
[K]
The alphanumeric sender ID told her it was a burner account.
Still, she'd stayed up all night searching for it, then combed through similar accounts at work—all for nothing.
[Send bra/panty pics within 10 mins. Or else.]
[Wow, so much free time to stalk me. Keep this up and time's up.]
The fact they knew she was investigating meant they weren't hiding being a coworker. She gritted her teeth.
[5 mins left.]
'I have to comply.'
She couldn't risk them leaking those photos. Fingers trembling, she unbuttoned her blouse—this time, the act felt nothing like usual. Same as she slid her skirt down.
In moments, she stood in just her underwear. In a public restroom, where anyone could walk in.
'I'm burning up...'
Specifically, her lower abdomen. She rubbed her thighs together to cool down—somewhat effective. She opened her phone's camera app.
Switching to selfie mode, her half-naked body filled the screen.
'Why does this feel so... wrong? I'm being blackmailed.'
Nothing had changed since yesterday. Only the platform—from public SNS to private DMs.
'Just take it...'
She snapped the photos quickly on silent mode. Like yesterday, they showed her cleavage, bra, stomach, navel, panties, and thighs.
[Upload?]
[Yes / No]
'If I send these, they'll demand worse...'
She hesitated. This was handing over the leash. Then a notification popped up:
[1 min left.]
No—the leash was already in their hands the moment she got caught. She had no choice.
'...Send.'
She hit upload, squeezing her eyes shut.
<This enough?>
[That's it? Where's the enthusiasm?]
<Is this acceptable?>
[Damn, those are huge. Lucky boyfriend.]
The sexual harassment made her instinctively clench her thighs. She rubbed them to cool the heat, then left—she couldn't stay absent from work too long.
'Watch for clues on the way back.'
Maybe she'd spot the blackmailer.
'This won't be the end.'
She was right.
[K]
[Send more like last time. 10 mins.]
[Or else.]
[Photo attached.]
[I'll share this one.]
'...You bastard...'
The demands continued through Saturday. She had no choice but to comply.
<Is this okay?>
[White underwear today?]
[Even white looks sexy on you. Guess you're just that hot.]
[I'm so horny.]
'Horny?'
She knew exactly what 'seggs' meant—sex, sanitized. The messages got lewder. She even received dick pics. All ignored, of course.
'Just gross harassment. So why am I... burning up?'
By Saturday, she still didn't realize—those demands were just the beginning.
Peaceful Sunday. She was reading when her phone buzzed.
[K]
[Bra/panty pics are getting stale. Let's raise the stakes today.]
'Raise the stakes?'
How? Before she could wonder—
[Show me your tits.]
<Excuse me?>
[Take off your bra and send pics.]
'My... bare chest?'
Her heart raced. She'd never shown anyone before. Never planned to—until she met the right man, her future husband.
'Someone like Senior Dae-hoon...'
The senior who patiently guided her through mistakes.
Who treated her respectfully despite their age gap.
Who never treated her differently for being the CEO's daughter.
She'd never admit it, but her eyes always lingered on him.
[I can't do that.]
<You think you have a choice?>
<This alone would cause a scandal. I'd love to see it.>
The same person demanding bra/panty pics.
'...You devil... This was wrong from the start.'
If only she hadn't posted those revealing photos online.
'Too late now.'
She locked her bedroom door—her parents weren't home, but they could return anytime. Peeled off her T-shirt.
"Haa..."
Today, the air felt icy against her skin. Next, her pants. Soon she stood in just underwear—but couldn't stop there.
'The bra...'
She unhooked her bra. It slackened instantly. She slid it off.
"Hah..."
She took it off daily for showers, yet this felt entirely different.
'The photo...'
She placed her phone on the desk, sat on the bed, and took the shot—one hand covering her flushed face, legs pressed together, body curled slightly.
'This should be okay...'
Her already pounding heart raced faster seeing the image.
'Crop out the face.'
With her face hidden, it felt slightly less violating.
Yet the thought of sending this to some faceless coworker—whose name, age, personality, even appearance she didn't know—made her heart threaten to burst.
[Upload photo?]
'...Send.'
She clenched her eyes shut and hit 'Yes.'
<Is this enough?>
[What's this?]
[No face, barely any panties.]
[Do it again.]
'...You bastard.'
She repositioned her phone. Spread her legs wider to reveal more panty, more thigh.
'Not too much, right?'
She refused to expose everything. Checked the new photo.
'One breast is covered... Should be fine.'
Sent it uncropped.
[Your nipples look so biteable.]
'Bite...?'
[I'd cover your tits in hickeys.]
She looked down at her chest—specifically, the nipples at its center. Against her will, she imagined it—nipples marked with teeth, breasts dotted with love bites.
[This is the standard from now on.]
"You trash..."
Blatant sexual harassment. Her hand drifted downward—to her chest. When fingers brushed a nipple, her body shuddered involuntarily.
A jolt of pleasure shot through her.
'Maybe... just a little?'
The debate was brief. As her legs shifted to rub her thighs together, her fingers circled a nipple.
"...♥ Nn...♥ Ah...♥"
Despite biting her lip, sweet moans escaped. She muffled them, continuing for ten straight minutes.