Chapter 25, Lunchtime Fellatio.
Chapter 25, Lunchtime Fellatio.
"Hey, could you cooperate a bit?"
"...What did you say?"
"If you're this uncooperative to a reporter covering the public's right to know, that's a problem. You know what happens to the Hunter Management Bureau's image if we swing our pens just once?"
This was straight-up blackmail.
'You wanna see your organization get wrecked because of our articles?'
That's exactly what he was saying, just wrapped up nicely.
I felt a surge of anger boiling up instantly.
Me?!
Sure, I'm just a lowly 9th-grade newbie civil servant, but I'm still eating the nation's rice.
'A reporter comes and tries to threaten me?'
I can't let this slide.
I stopped in my tracks and stared the reporter down.
I was way taller.
I could feel him flinch under my downward gaze.
"Are you threatening me right now?"
"Th-threat? No, I'm just requesting an interview..."
"Write whatever article you want. But you know those words you just said could get you sued for obstructing official duties or blackmail? This whole situation is being caught on CCTV over there."
I pointed to the security CCTV mounted on one side of the parking lot.
Of course, no audio recording.
"No, sir? It's a misunderstanding."
"Why are you calling me sir?"
"We were in such a rush that my words came out wrong. Sorry."
The reporter tucked his tail and grinned obsequiously.
See? You gotta come out strong.
It was pathetic how he only picked fights based on who looked weaker.
"Interview, just one, really just one. Please? We're getting chewed out by our desk too."
He was acting like it was the saddest thing ever.
I let out a deep sigh.
Arguing here would just eat up my lunch time.
"Sigh... Really just one?"
"Yes! Thank you! Thank you so much!"
The reporter's face lit up.
The cameraman hoisted the camera back up.
I cleared my throat dramatically, posing like I was about to give a proper interview.
"Ask away."
"Do you know any specifics about this embezzlement case? Do you think it was a solo crime by that Grade 6 Clerk?"
The reporter shoved the mic in my face.
I stared straight into the camera lens and said in the clearest voice possible.
"Uh... y'know..."
"Yes!"
"I'm just a peon in the Civil Complaint Office, so I don't know a thing about that."
"What? But you just said you'd talk..."
"Good luck!"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I spun around and bolted at full speed.
From behind came a panicked "Huh? Hey! Wait!"
The cameraman tried to chase but couldn't keep up with that heavy gear.
Reporters can't enter the Headquarters building anyway.
Petition cops are stationed at the entry gates.
They'd just loiter around the Civil Complaint Office counter at best.
Panting, I dashed inside Headquarters.
Looking back, I saw the reporters peering through the glass doors.
"Hey! You there, stop!"
"Nyah nyah, losers."
I stuck my tongue out childishly to taunt them, then headed to the cafeteria.
Keep fuming out there.
I went inside and joined Kang Hyuk hyung and Ji-hye.
They'd been waiting for me, fiddling with their phones.
"I'm here."
"Oh, you made it? What took so long?"
"See that?"
"What, reporters?"
"Yeah, those reporters blocked my way."
I grumbled as I sat down.
Kang Hyuk hyung's eyes went wide.
"They already showed up?"
"Yeah. They were camped out in the parking lot. They bugged me for an interview, so I gave 'em a piece of my mind."
I recounted the story like it was an epic tale.
Kang Hyuk hyung chuckled and slapped my back.
"You've got balls, man. Good job. Those assholes who treat civil servants like dogs need to get fucked."
We had a good laugh, then he scooped a big bite of rice.
Today's menu was spicy pork stir-fry.
No way it could taste bad.
But Ji-hye, sitting across from me, had a terrible expression.
Normally she'd laugh and chime in, but she was just poking at her rice like she was counting grains.
"Ji-hye, something wrong? What's with the face?"
"Huh? Oh... no..."
Ji-hye shook her head weakly.
She clearly had something on her mind.
"You've been off since earlier. What's up?"
Kang Hyuk hyung spoke up first.
Ji-hye set down her spoon and sighed deeply.
"Well... earlier, the prosecutors came and took apart all the computer hard drives."
"Yeah?"
"Our section chief said... this case is gonna involve a ton of witness investigations."
Ji-hye's voice trailed off.
Witness investigation?
"That embezzling Grade 6 Clerk was tangled up in so many approval chains... I've approved stuff from him a few times too. So I might get called in..."
"Ji-hye, you didn't embezzle anything. Just go and say you don't know. Easy, right?"
I said it casually, but her face didn't brighten.
I was being too flippant.
For a 23-year-old newbie two years younger than me, getting summoned to the prosecutors' office was terrifying in itself.
Even innocent people shake at the thought of the prosecutors.
I get shaky just seeing a cop car.
She looked worried about slipping up and taking the fall.
"Then shouldn't we look into a lawyer or something?"
"A lawyer? Come on, for a witness interview?"
I kicked Kang Hyuk hyung's leg.
Don't say unhelpful shit like that.
"If you're really anxious, maybe get a consultation? There's tons of free legal advice these days."
"No. A lawyer... actually, I'm fine."
Ji-hye shook her head with a strange expression.
"Fine? You know one?"
"Well... my sister is a lawyer."
My spoon and Kang Hyuk hyung's froze mid-air.
Ji-hye's sister is a lawyer?
First I'd heard of it.
"Wow, Ji-hye, your family's elite? Sister's a lawyer, and you're a 9th-grade at the Management Bureau?"
"Personal practice? Or a firm?"
"Hangang Law Firm."
...What?
Hangang Law Firm is the biggest in Korea.
Lawyers there are top-tier, pulling in nine-figure salaries no doubt.
"Hey, no worries then! Just ask your sister for help."
"Yeah, but... I don't wanna worry her over nothing..."
"Your sister would worry about her little sister. If you don't tell her because you're worried, what would she think?"
"Urgh... yeah, you're right..."
Ji-hye trailed off and bowed her head.
She agonized like that for a bit, then turned her head my way and locked eyes.
Looked like she had more to say.
She glanced around, then leaned toward me.
"Oppa, um..."
"Yeah?"
Ji-hye brought her lips to my ear.
A sweet, sugary scent brushed my nose.
"My sister is super curious about what kind of guy you are."
"...Huh?"
My brain short-circuited.
What the hell?
Why is Ji-hye's sister curious about me?
"What do you mean?"
"Last time we were drinking... I ended up talking about you a bit."
"About me? What'd you say?"
"Not the naughty stuff... just that there's this fun oppa."
Ji-hye's cheeks flushed a bit.
"But she said... 'Sounds fun, wanna meet him sometime...'"
I nearly dropped the spicy pork in my mouth.
A Hangang Law Firm lawyer wants to meet me?
Why? To sue me?
Or did I commit some crime I don't know about?
Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Ji-hye was looking at me with some weird glint in her eyes.
We finished eating and returned our trays.
Kang Hyuk hyung headed to the smoking area for a cig.
Ji-hye and I left the cafeteria together.
"Oppa, over here quick..."
Ji-hye tugged my sleeve lightly.
The spot she pointed to was behind the Headquarters building, a narrow alley crammed with outdoor AC units.
A place nobody really went.
The kind of spot for office flings.
I followed her cluelessly.
Ji-hye looked around, then shoved me into the corner.
"This is... a CCTV blind spot."
"Huh? Why bring that up?"
Before I could ask more, Ji-hye pushed my body against the wall.
Then stood on tiptoes and covered my lips with hers.
Warm, soft sensation touched my lips.
"Mmph..."
I was flustered.
I'd just eaten spicy pork for lunch, no brushing—kissing?
What if my breath stinks?
But Ji-hye's mouth tasted not of pork, but fresh lemon.
Her tongue pried my lips open and rolled a small, hard something into my mouth.
'Candy?'
Not sweet candy, but the breath-freshener kind.
Ji-hye wrapped her arms around my neck, not breaking the kiss.
At the same time, her hand slid down to my pants.
"Ji-Ji-hye, doing this here..."
"It's fine. Nobody comes."
Ji-hye pulled back with an innocent smile.
A thin silver thread stretched between our lips before snapping.
"I always wanted to try this. Candy Kiss."
"Candy Kiss?"
"Yeah. Not bad, right?"
I nodded slowly.
I'd heard of it, but never thought I'd be on the receiving end.
Ji-hye seemed pleased with my reaction, her hand not stopping.
She gently caressed my dick.
"And... I figured you've built up a lot over the weekend, oppa."
"Y-yeah, kinda..."
"Wanna help you release once. I'll do it."
Ji-hye's eyes gleamed oddly.
Less like she was doing it for me, more like satisfying her own urges.
She quickly undid my belt, pulling my pants down to my thighs.
"Haa..."
A groan slipped out.
Ji-hye worked her hands everywhere.
Stroking up the shaft, then teasing the tip with her fingers.
"Feels good, oppa?"
"Y-yeah... good... but this is the office."
"Nobody's around anyway."
Ji-hye whispered mischievously.
Once satisfied, she knelt, taking my dick into her mouth.
The warm, wet mouth felt raw and intense.
Ji-hye looked up at me with upturned eyes, like she was savoring my reactions, tongue working hard.
It didn't take long to hit the limit.
"Ji-hye, I'm... gonna cum."
"Churu slurp..."
Ji-hye didn't pull away, swallowing deeper.
With that, the pulsing sensation hit, and hot semen poured out.
She took every drop without spilling.
A satisfied smile spread on her face.
"Nice meal, oppa."
"Haa... Ji-hye, you're insane..."
"I'll do it sometimes from now on. It'll be tough after the weekend."
I couldn't say the older sister taking care of it made it not tough.
Ji-hye fixed my clothes herself.
Pulling up my pants, buckling the belt meticulously—like a wife.
Well, not one who'd do this behind her hubby's office.
Ji-hye stood to leave.
Some stubborn urge hit me; I grabbed her wrist.
"Where you going."
"Huh? Lunch break's almost over..."
"Can't just be me feeling good. Your turn, Ji-hye."
I backed her against the wall.
Slid my hand up her skirt.
Smooth thigh skin met my palm.
Higher, fingers brushing the thin panty fabric.
"O-oppa..."
Ji-hye startled, grabbing my wrist.
Her face was beet red.
"N-no, not now..."
"Why? You did me."
"But... no time, and I'm still kinda embarrassed."
Ji-hye twisted away in refusal.
Not really hating it, just hesitating over place and time.
Fair enough—going full finger-bang here would blow lunch break.
"Later... we can take it slow later. For real."
"Hmm... fine. I'll let it slide this time."
I pulled my hand out, disappointed.
Ji-hye pecked my cheek lightly.
Then scurried off like someone might see.
I dusted off and headed to the office.
Body felt way lighter.
Maybe sage mode made the world seem peaceful.
Back at the Civil Complaint Office, the window side was noisy.
'What? Something happen?'
Up close, it was those parking lot reporters.
They were plastered to the full-glass windows of the Civil Complaint Office.
Like people gawking at fish in an aquarium.
Or reverse—fish peeking out?
They pounded the glass, yelling something.
Lip-reading: "Open the door!" "Cooperate with coverage!"
But Headquarters glass is thick double-pane, near bulletproof.
No matter how they screamed outside, nothing inside.
I sat, sipped coffee, and watched.
The pissed-off reporter's fuming face was entertaining.
Cameraman sweating buckets from the heavy camera.
"Aw, hot out there? AC's blasting in here."
Muttering to myself, I leisurely turned on my monitor.
Enjoying the silent movie comedy outside, I started afternoon work.