Chapter 36: If I increase the hardness now…!
Chapter 36: If I increase the hardness now…!
'How am I supposed to know this?'
I glanced sideways at the object Seo-yun had handed me. I could probably figure it out if I examined it thoroughly, but I didn't want to waste energy on something trivial first thing on a Monday morning.
[Do Seo-yun]
<Can't you just tell me?>
[No. Please figure it out yourself.]
'...Seeing how bluntly she answers, I guess I should at least pretend to try.'
I examined it properly. A pink, rectangular object. At the top was an LED, with a button beneath it.
'Seeing "On/Off" written here, this must be the power button.'
Click.
I pressed what appeared to be the power button and observed. Nothing changed except for the LED turning on.
'Is it on? The light's on, so I guess it's working.'
Click.
I pressed the button labeled "Mode" below it, but nothing changed there either.
'Seeing the infrared sensor at the end, this must be a remote.'
I couldn't figure out what kind of device this remote controlled. And I couldn't be bothered to search through countless objects.
'Should I just say it's a remote?'
It wasn't technically wrong—just a bit broad in scope. I didn't ponder for long.
<It's a remote, right?>
[It is a remote, but you also need to guess what kind of remote it is.]
'...Guess I have no choice but to test it one by one.'
First, I pressed the power button toward the monitor in front of me.
'Of course, it doesn't turn off.'
Next, I tried pressing the power and mode buttons toward other electronic devices like the desk fan and computer tower, but nothing changed.
'Is it for the air conditioner?'
I pressed the power button while looking at the air conditioner. It remained eerily silent, as if nothing had happened.
'There's nothing it matches with at this rate.'
I needed to think.
'Why did she give this to me?'
She wouldn't have handed me a remote for no reason. As I lowered my gaze to the remote, I glanced sideways, rolling my eyes to peek at Seo-yun.
Her face was flushed red, and she kept moving her legs—rubbing her thighs together. Her hands were resting on her stomach.
'Why is she acting like... huh?'
Suddenly, it hit me. The vibrator from adult videos. The all-purpose kind that could stimulate nipples and clits or be inserted for extra pleasure.
'No way.'
But there were too many signs pointing to "yes." The lack of response from other electronics, the remote with only power and mode buttons, her exhibitionism, and her current strange state.
'Should I press the mode button?'
The button I'd pressed so casually just moments ago now felt heavy in my hand. Still, I had no choice but to press it.
Click.
"...Hn♥"
The moment I pressed it, the sound of high heels clicking. The calves beneath her black stockings tensed, and her body curled up even more.
'This is insane.'
My dumbfounded stare lasted only a moment before I sent a message.
<It's a vibrator, isn't it?>
[Correct.]
'You're seriously a pervert.'
I had a lot of questions, but there was something more urgent—turning it off. With 9 AM approaching, more employees were starting to arrive at the office.
I pressed the power button.
"Hngh♥"
Her body curled up even tighter.
'What the hell? Why is this happening?'
Wondering if it hadn't registered properly, I pressed it again.
Click.
"Nghh♥"
Seo-yun, slumped over her desk. Her legs trembled like leaves in the wind. Her ears, visible through her blonde hair, were unmistakably bright red.
'Doesn't pressing it once turn it off?'
Even phones from the same company have different ways to power off depending on the model. Some turn off by holding the power button, while others require pressing the power and volume buttons simultaneously.
<How do I turn this off?>
I asked immediately. No point in fumbling around and making things worse for Seo-yun. She checked her phone while still slumped over, then moved her fingers.
[Hoold poweer]
[buttn]
The message that arrived.
'Hold the power button.'
[Press and hold]
'So I just need to press it?'
The fact that there wasn't even a proper message showed how urgent this was. I pressed and held the power button. Only then did the LED light above the button turn off.
'Ah, so it's off now. No manual, what a pain...'
To confirm it was properly turned off, I glanced at Seo-yun. Her legs were no longer trembling, meaning the stimulation had stopped.
Judging by how she remained slumped over the desk, she seemed to be trying to cool down her heated body.
"Good morning."
"Good morning."
"You're here?"
"Hello, Department Head."
'She looks at least five years older.'
Never had the phrase "aging ten years from stress" felt so relatable.
'This remote was probably given to me precisely for this kind of stimulation. As a "gift."'
If it was given under the pretense of being a gift, the intention was obvious.
'No matter how I think about it, I really picked the wrong one.'
But there was no way out now. Not after we'd so enthusiastically tangled our bodies together during that business trip.
I was lost in thought, still holding the remote, when—
"Hey."
"?"
I looked at the department head.
"We have a weekly meeting at 9:30, Dae-hoon."
"Yes."
"Can you reserve the meeting room?"
"I'll do it right away."
"Thanks."
'Normally the newest employee would handle this, but no way she'd make Seo-yun do it.'
She'd never assigned such tasks to her before.
As I turned to the monitor, I naturally checked the time. It was exactly 9:00, the official start of the workday.
'When did it get so late?'
I must have been lost in thought longer than I realized.
"I've reserved Meeting Room 3."
"Room 3? Okay. By the way, Seo-yun? Are you feeling unwell? Your face is red. Now that I look, your ears are red too."
"Ah... I think I'm coming down with a slight cold."
Did she develop cold symptoms just now? I turned to look at Seo-yun. Our eyes met. The moment they did, I realized—she was making excuses.
"If you're feeling under the weather, you should take sick leave. Go home early."
'Her tone changed. When I said I was sick and wanted half a day off, she told me to just take medicine.'
But this wasn't the first or second time, so I wasn't even surprised anymore.
"It's really just a mild cold, I'm fine."
"If you say so... But if it gets worse, let me know. I'll send you home immediately."
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Department Head."
'Being the favorite sure has its perks—the atmosphere's so nice. She'd faint if she knew it wasn't a cold.'
A brilliant idea struck me.
'Should I activate it during the meeting? Might as well show her what happens when you entrust me with something like this.'
Not a bad idea.
'9:30... Not much time left. Since I thought of it, I should prepare and head over.'
Reserving the room wasn't the end of it. I had to prepare everything so the meeting could start immediately upon entering.
"Department Head."
"Yes?"
"I'll go prepare the meeting room."
"Okay. Thanks."
After a nod, I entered the meeting room. Preparation wasn't particularly hard—especially compared to organizing the storage room last time.
Just turn on the lights, the TV, and set up the cables. Done. Returning to my seat, I tapped the keyboard until it was 9:30.
"It's 9:30. Let's head to the meeting."
"Room 3, right, Dae-hoon?"
"Yes. Meeting Room 3."
We entered the prepped Room 3 and took our seats. The department head at the head of the table, the deputy manager facing her, and Seo-yun and I opposite each other.
'Perfect for observing her reactions.'
"It's Monday, so I know everyone's tired, but let's push through this discussion."
"Yes."
"Okay."
I pressed the button on the remote in my pocket—silently, so the others wouldn't hear.
Click.
The moment my finger pressed the button, our eyes met. Her pupils dilated into perfect circles, likely from the rising vibrations. The corners of her lips twitched upward.
'The initial level should be fine.'
The vibrations would be weak at first.
'Probably pressing the power button once adjusts the intensity.'
When I'd pressed it repeatedly earlier to figure out the remote's functions, she'd completely lost control of her body.
'Let's try up to level 3. I don't know how many levels there are.'
I planned to increase the intensity while observing the reaction. The current goal was to induce shame, not to reveal to the team members that I was carrying a vibrator.
'Level 3 seems fine.'
Outwardly, nothing seemed different. I pressed the button once more. As I adjusted my seating position, our eyes met again.
'Starting from level 4, I can feel it gradually. I'll let them adjust for now.'
To allow them to get used to the vibration and also focus on the meeting, I took my hand out of the pocket where I had been holding the remote.
"This week, we'll need to finalize the proposals a bit more concretely. Since the schedule is tight, we'll have to move quickly. Can everyone manage?"
"Yes."
"That shouldn't be a problem."
The meeting proceeded smoothly.
***
Buzz♥ Buzz♥
'I keep feeling it...'
The vibrations from the egg-shaped vibrator inside me continued to rise.
'It's not even that strong compared to earlier.'
Earlier in the office, I thought I was going to die. Up to the middle levels, it was fine. It was bearable, almost unnoticeable. Especially compared to the end.
Near the very end, since I wasn't told how to turn it off, I experienced the strongest vibration out of the 20 intensity levels.
'When are they planning to increase the intensity?'
From earlier, the intensity and pattern had remained the same.
I couldn't get a read on it. They seemed completely unconcerned, resting both hands on the desk.
'Is it because the other team members are here? It's driving me crazy.'
This wasn't a regular office but a closed meeting room with facing desks where everyone could see each other clearly. Just as I was staring at the senior's arm...
"Seo-yun."
At the manager's voice, I immediately turned my head.
"Yes?"
"What are your thoughts, Seo-yun?"
"I think..."
That was when it happened. As I felt the team members' eyes on me, the vibration intensity from the vibrator below suddenly increased—three levels faster.
'If they raise the intensity now...!'
I clenched my lower lip tightly and tensed my toes. If I hadn't bitten down, a moan would have definitely escaped. Right in front of the manager, deputy manager, and team leader.
'You're insane, Senior...♥'
Realizing this, my face flushed red.
"Are you coming down with a cold?"
"Your face is all red. You don't look too well."
Everyone seated seemed to have noticed my state.
"No... I'm fine."
"Don't push yourself too hard, Seo-yun."
"No, no, I'm— Ugh."
'They even changed the mode...♥'
The intensity grew stronger. The familiar, steady buzz had shifted into an irregular pattern. I crossed my thighs and placed a hand on my stomach.
'This is dangerous. Dangerous.'
Alarms blared in my head. If I got caught here, I'd be branded an irredeemable pervert. Rumors spread fast—soon, the entire office would know.
And then my parents would hear about it too.
'That can't happen.'
"You really don't look okay."
"That's what I'm saying."
But it was only temporary. Perhaps sensing something was wrong, the vibrations tormenting my stomach suddenly stopped. Keeping my hand on my stomach, I feigned discomfort, furrowing my brows as I explained.
"I'm fine. I must have eaten something bad yesterday... My stomach hurts, that's all."
If I removed my hand immediately, it would definitely raise suspicions.
"Um... Can I go to the restroom?"
"Do you need help getting there?"
"No, I can manage."
Being escorted would only complicate things—I'd have to act even more.
"Come back quickly. If it gets unbearable, let us know. We'll let you leave early."
"Okay."
"It's 10:30 now. Let's take a break until 10:40."
Leaving the meeting room, I hurried to the restroom. Entering an empty stall, I immediately pulled down my skirt. Carefully, I ran my right hand over my panties.
"...♥"
'It's completely soaked...♥'
As if announcing how aroused I was, my panties were drenched. I grabbed my phone.
[Senior Dae-hoon]
<Are you free after work today?>
'If you have any conscience, you better make time today, Senior...'
After teasing me like this, it would be inhuman not to. About ten seconds later, a reply came.
<See you after work.>
'Perfect.'
It was the answer I wanted.