Precarious Afternoon
"Remember it?"
Seeing me hesitate without answering, Seoyeong pressed again in a slightly more forceful tone. And then she started inching closer to me, her body drawing nearer.
"..Yeah.."
Why's she getting so close..?
I tried to back away to keep some distance from the approaching Seoyeong as I answered, but there was only so far I could retreat on the sofa. Before long, with nowhere left to go, I ended up lying back—and Seoyeong straddled me on top.
Ugh... This position was all too familiar now... The posture of being devoured...
But Seoyeong ignored it, gazing down at me with serious eyes as she continued. "You know I hate it when things drag on, right?"
Nod, nod—pinned beneath her body, I nodded at her faintly threatening tone.
"So... answer properly. If you keep me waiting, I'll strip you one piece at a time."
Her words sent chills racing over my skin, my eyes trembling slightly. Now fully astride my hips, Seoyeong pressed down to pin me in place, ensuring I couldn't escape. I was helpless now. Nothing I could do but answer, trapped under her superior strength.
What the hell is she getting at..?
I sensed the situation veering into strange territory, but it was too late to back out. No choice—face it head-on.
"I confessed to you that summer night."
"...Yeah.."
"Back then, I didn't know you were a spy. Right?"
"...That's right.."
With her prompting the words, memories of that day flooded back into my mind. I was a fresh executive then, crushed under the weight of my spy mission. The constant terror of discovery meant death, clashing with the growing bonds with my fellow executives—it left me drowning my sorrows every single night.
And the one I'd grown closest to during that time... was Lee Seoyeong, staring down at me right now.
Assigned to the same missions by chance multiple times, we'd drawn closer, sharing drinks after work and opening up more. As the alcohol flowed, I kept letting my exhaustion slip out to her. But I never explained why I was suffering. Telling the truth... would have meant no guarantee on my life.
Time passed like that, until one evening, in a park with a cool breeze blowing, Seoyeong confessed. She'd make things easier for me if I came to her.
Honestly, I nearly gave in—I was that desperate... I wanted to reach for her hand. But we'd gotten close too fast; I couldn't trust her fully. It wasn't so much that I liked Seoyeong—it was more about easing my torment by dating her...
And with my spy work growing unbearable, I figured my cover would blow soon anyway. Even if it did in the worst way, no assurance she'd side with me.
So... I turned down her confession. Because I was a spy... it could never happen.
"Back then... even if there were other reasons, you rejected me because you were a spy, right?"
Her words hit me so bluntly, so directly.
"....Yeah...."
"So... did you have at least a little bit of a crush on me back then?"
Hearing that twisted my thoughts into knots. What had I felt for Seoyeong then...? Comfort... friendship... fear... hope... gratitude... I couldn't pin it down. Too many tangled emotions, impossible to sort.
"Hoo... I said I hate dragging things out..."
Seoyeong's face soured a bit as she looked down at me.
"Ugh... Honestly, I don't know... It was all too complicated back then..."
I squeezed out the words desperately, trying not to irk her.
"Then... what about now? About me."
Seoyeong pressed her body closer as she asked. Dressed in thin dolphin pants, the soft feel of her thighs came through vividly, distracting me despite my efforts to ignore it. What I thought now... about the current Seoyeong... She wasn't bad. Honestly, she was good. Second only to Chaeryeong in looking after me, treating me warmly even after we made up.
"Now... I think you're a great executive who takes good care of me."
I figured that was a solid answer... but Seoyeong's expression soured just a touch. What does she want to hear?
"One more question."
"I know you're a spy now. But if... I still like you... what would you do...?"
Seoyeong's face as she spoke was more serious than ever. Her unwavering gaze seemed to demand only the truth.
Thump! Thump!!
My heart pounded wildly at her words. My head rang like it'd been struck with a hammer; my body froze solid.
She... still likes me...? Even knowing I'm a spy..? This has to be a joke... It doesn't make sense...
"Just answer honestly. What do you want to do?"
Seoyeong placed her hand on my chest, over my heart. The frantic thumping transmitted straight through her palm, raw and exposed.
I couldn't speak. It was so sudden, so unexpected—my mind wouldn't turn.
"Not gonna answer..?"
As I fumbled, she slowly lifted my shirt. My abs came into view... nipples almost exposed next.
Ugh... this is bad... gotta say something!
I opened my mouth in panic. "I... I...!!"
Then—the door opened, footsteps entering.
"Oh... bad timing?"
In came Chaeryeong, grinning slyly with a bright voice.
"Sis...? What the—! No heads-up...!"
The serious Seoyeong vanished; she startled off the sofa, back to her usual self.
Hah... hah... Nice timing, Chaeryeong...
I panted in relief, inwardly thanking her profusely for the save.
"How'd you get here?"
Seoyeong tilted her head.
"Why? To see you... and Minseo!"
Chaeryeong beamed, hugging Seoyeong tight. Seoyeong tapped frantically, suffocating against those massive breasts.
"Hoo... can't breathe... What? Just for that...?"
"Just for that? I came to check if our Seoyeong was behaving."
Chaeryeong's eyes gleamed faintly mischievous as she said it. And that sly gaze turned to me.
I flinched but bowed my head in greeting. "Hello, Chaeryeong."
"Hey. Doing well? You too, Minseo?"
Chaeryeong plopped naturally onto the sofa beside me, looping her arm around mine.
"Not here for me... for Minseo, huh—"
Seoyeong snorted... then suddenly charged at me.
Eh..? What—!!!
She jumped, landing plump on my thighs. "Guhk—"
A mild pain shot through; I groaned.
"Minseo's... mine."
Straddling face-to-face, Seoyeong smiled down and hugged me tight.
Her soft breasts pressed into my chest, that pillowy sweetness making my thighs quiver faintly. Her arm around my neck pulled us fully flush; a moan escaped me automatically.
"Ahh... Seoyeong... too much stim... ngh.."
Was she doing it on purpose? In her dolphin pants, she ground her lower body against my hips, teasing with lewd friction. Her thigh's softness transmitted fully; my cock began heating up, swelling instinctively despite my resistance.
No... not here...
"That's for Minseo to judge, right?"
Chaeryeong countered, slipping her hand under my shirt to caress my abs... and nipples.
"Ahh... seriously... wait..."
The onslaught bucked my hips. Chaeryeong's touch was insanely soft and warm, like a massage.
"Who do you like more? Minseo?"
Seoyeong grinned mischievously, pressing her face close.
Was this the same serious girl from moments ago..? Like split personality...
My mind reeled at her duality.
"Who do you like more...?"
Chaeryeong twisted my nipples slow and sticky, tormenting.
Seoyeong... Chaeryeong... No way to choose. Even if I did... I couldn't handle the fallout later.
"Haaah... I can't choose... I like both so much—!"
Pleasure slurred my voice into a plea.
"Hmm... really?"
"Mm..."
Did "both" please them? They paused the torment, seeming to ponder seriously.
"Sis, truce for now?"
"Fine."
Like scripted, they shook hands. Wait... what about my say..?
The words rose but stayed lodged. Seoyeong dismounted; Chaeryeong withdrew her hand. Tension eased.
"Hoo... thirsty."
Chaeryeong's words perked my ears.
"Want me to grab drinks?"
I beamed, seizing the escape.
"Yeah, sure? Blueberry yogurt for me."
"Lemonade!"
I left the office at their request.
"Hoo... gonna lose my mind."
Just the two executives drained my energy. Or because they're both women...?
Anyway... was Seoyeong's serious question earlier... for real? Liking me even as a spy..? Or another playful joke.
Only she knows if it's true.
I shook my head to clear the growing tangle and headed to the kitchen.