Chapter 149
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 149
Harim’s gaze fell on Eun-ah.
There she was, sitting in the middle of the office, groaning as she stared at a document.
At a glance, she looked like she was concentrating on her work, but Harim knew better. That monster of a boss never groaned over paperwork.
If she was groaning, there was only one reason.
…Fuck.
It was boy trouble.
Harim gripped the pen in her hand so tightly it threatened to shatter and let out a sigh.
I want to ignore this. I don't want to get involved.
But she couldn't.
If her boss’s moping delayed the work, it would delay her own departure. And besides, as her direct subordinate, ignoring her superior's troubles went against her personal code.
Harim squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath.
She's my superior. My boss. My paycheck. My master.
She knew what was coming—another round of sickeningly sweet lovey-dovey nonsense that would turn her stomach.
But she had to ask.
Putting all those reasons aside, she absolutely had to leave work on time today.
Because…
I have a blind date to get to!
She finally had a date lined up!
After a long, long time of oppression and humiliation, she finally had a chance to have a love life of her own!
Picturing the upcoming date, Harim forced a wide smile and spoke to Eun-ah.
“Ma’am, is something troubling you? You don’t look well.”
“U-uhm, yes…”
Eun-ah gave a slight nod.
“H-Honeybee is trying to run away from home…” she said, her expression darkening.
As was to be expected, Harim tilted her head in confusion.
“…Excuse me?”
What was that supposed to mean? Was the man going through a late-onset teenage rebellion? Or perhaps an early midlife crisis?
As Harim stared blankly, trying to process a combination of words her mind couldn't comprehend, Eun-ah sighed and continued.
“H-He said he wants to work…. Th-that he’s going back to his job…”
Her voice grew more tearful with each word.
A dry laugh escaped Harim’s lips.
Ah, is that all?
So it was about that.
Harim was well aware of the situation. In fact, it would have been impossible for her not to know.
She was the one who had processed the paperwork for his leave of absence; it would be strange if she didn't know.
Well, it’s about time he started thinking that way.
Harim could sympathize with why Dokyun would feel that way.
It had been a while since the boss’s condition had improved, and it was now nearly half a year since he'd taken his leave. He was probably getting antsy.
And why wouldn't he be? It's human nature to start feeling anxious after playing around aimlessly for too long.
“Hic…”
But it seemed her boss didn't find it to be a welcome development.
Harim, flustered by the sight of Eun-ah on the verge of tears, forced a smile and replied.
“Isn’t that a g-good thing?”
“N-No, it’s not…”
Eun-ah’s eyes wavered. Her shoulders slumped, and the document in her hand crumpled into a ball.
“H-Honeybee isn’t supposed to leave…. H-He has to stay by my side…”
Eun-ah’s nose twitched. The look on her face was one of profound sorrow, as if she alone carried all the world's grief.
“H-Honeybee is for Eun-ah only…. H-He can’t leave…”
An obsession bordering on madness.
A string of frightening words that sent a shiver down her spine.
Does she even realize what she's saying?
As Harim felt goosebumps rise on her skin, Eun-ah continued.
“I-I can’t let other women fall for Honeybee…”
At that, the pen in Harim’s hand finally snapped.
Ppa-jik.
The pen broke with a sharp crack. At the same time, Harim’s dental health was officially in the red zone.
She wanted to shoot up from her seat and scream.
You’re the only woman in the world who would be obsessed with that man! And besides, he’s dating you! Does it make any sense for him to even look at another woman?
But Harim held her tongue.
First, she had no desire to boost the ego of a boss who was already rubbing her infuriating love life in her face. Second, Eun-ah had a look that said she wouldn't listen to a damn thing anyway, so Harim didn't want to waste her energy.
Instead, she replied with a hollow expression.
“Ah, I see…”
“H-Harim… what do I do…?”
Why the fuck are you asking me?
The words rose to the tip of her tongue, but thankfully, Harim had just enough patience to hold them back.
But that was her limit. She had no capacity to seriously empathize with this problem.
“Well, why don’t you just tie him up and torture him? That’ll make sure he can’t even think about leaving.”
Harim tossed the ‘thing that was once a pen’ into the trash can as she gave her reply.
Ah…
The blind date was the answer.
The blind date was the future.
Harim calmed herself by thinking about her upcoming date.
And so, she failed to see the way Eun-ah’s eyes lit up as she looked at her.
*
“Ah, welcome back. You worked hard today.”
At Dokyun’s words, Eun-ah’s heart began to pound as she threw herself into his arms.
“U-uhm… I did work very hard…!”
Dokyun chuckled at the sight of Eun-ah clinging to him and whining the moment she got home. He took her coat and continued.
“You’re home really early today, aren’t you?”
It was a full hour earlier than usual.
He had been just about to head out to meet her when he got a call from Eun-ah saying she'd finished early and was on her way home alone. He'd been so surprised.
She can commute by herself now.
A wave of emotion washed over Dokyun as he looked at her. Eun-ah nodded with a smile.
“Uhm… H-Harim helped me a lot.”
“I see.”
That Harim was a surprisingly competent person, quite different from his first impression of her.
To think he had worried about whether she and Eun-ah would get along. She had befriended Eun-ah so quickly it was almost funny, and she handled most of the work by herself even on days Eun-ah didn't go in. Her competence was truly admirable.
“She sounds like someone to be grateful for.”
“Yes…!”
“Well, it’s a bit early for dinner… shall I make you a cup of coffee?”
“Yes, yes…!”
Dokyun smiled at Eun-ah, who was nodding enthusiastically, and headed for the coffee pot in the kitchen.
Did something good happen? Her face was exceptionally bright.
Seeing Eun-ah looking so happy brought a smile to his own lips. As he was making the coffee, Eun-ah, who had followed him, asked a question.
“W-What did you do today, Honeybee…?”
“Ah, an older friend I know from my hometown moved up to Seoul recently. He said he opened a flower shop, so I went to see him for a bit.”
Dokyun recalled the events of the afternoon.
A sudden call from Geun-tae. He'd said he opened a flower shop in Seoul and told him to come visit, and since Dokyun had nothing better to do, he'd gone.
…His hair.
It was a tragedy.
Geun-tae looked as if he had let go of something, his face radiating a kind of enlightened transcendence.
And no, that wasn't a metaphor. He was literally shining.
He had shaved his head completely bald.
Geun-tae had become like the sun itself, with a dazzling halo behind him.
The memory resurfaced, and a sense of pity welled up inside Dokyun.
It was followed by a feeling of gratitude toward his parents for blessing him with strong hair follicles.
As Dokyun was lost in these complex emotions, Eun-ah replied.
“I-I see…”
She studied Dokyun’s somewhat wistful face, then clutched the strap of the bag she was still wearing.
Inside the bag was a trove of adult toys she had bought from an adult shop on her way home.
…It was Eun-byeol’s idea.
She had left a note in their shared notebook asking for help finding a way to keep Honeybee at home, and when she handed over control, Eun-byeol had emerged and given her that advice.
Eun-byeol’s words echoed in her mind.
The most effective form of torture is sexual torture.
Truly, the wisdom of a sage.
To ensure the plan was foolproof, Eun-ah had experienced something new today: switching personalities with Eun-byeol every ten minutes to brainstorm together.
Her own knowledge in that area was lacking, so she needed the help of the self-proclaimed expert, Eun-byeol.
The adult shop, which she had visited for the first time in her life, was a whole other world. It was a veritable treasure trove of all sorts of implements she had never seen or even heard of.
All kinds of creative devices that tested the very limits of human imagination.
Eun-ah felt a sense of reassurance from the bag stuffed full of adult toys.
If she used these one by one, she could melt Honeybee.
She could make it so he wouldn't even think about going outside.
Eun-ah gulped, picturing the flesh-colored scenes unfolding in her mind, and once again looked at Dokyun’s defenseless back.
The time of execution was late at night. The moment Honeybee lay down in bed.
*
Watching Dokyun’s back as he entered the bedroom, Eun-ah slung the bag she had left by the sofa over her shoulder.
She entered the bedroom, carefully hiding the bag from view, then placed it under the bed before lying down next to Dokyun.
“Ugh, I’m tired. It’s been a while since I went out.”
“U-uhm…”
Eun-ah gave a vague reply to Dokyun’s groan, her body tense with nervousness as she stealthily reached for the handcuffs on the headboard.
First, I’ll restrain his arms.
With that thought, she watched Dokyun with the eyes of a predator stalking its prey. The moment an opening appeared, she snapped the cuff onto his wrist.
Click-!
The sound of the handcuff’s latch locking.
Success!
Eun-ah cheered inwardly.
“…What’s this?”
Dokyun’s question followed.
He tilted his head, looking at Eun-ah, who was smiling after cuffing one of his wrists.
A moment later, his mind processed her intentions and arrived at an answer.
Ah, so today’s my turn to be tied up.
They had days like this every so often.
Whenever Eun-ah wanted to try something different in bed, she would cuff his wrists like this.
Today was probably one of those days. With that thought, Dokyun obediently offered his other wrist to her.
Click-!
The latch clicked shut again, and the restrictive feeling of being immobilized spread through his body.
Dokyun felt it and continued his train of thought.
How long will it last this time…
He recalled the past days when Eun-ah had tied up his wrists.
The time he spent pinned down like this would probably be less than ten minutes.
That's because Eun-ah would get lost in her own pleasure and, unable to bear the ecstasy, would end up undoing his restraints herself.
What followed, of course, was the inevitable ‘sow’ declaration.
Dokyun’s gaze shifted to Eun-ah.
Will she show some perseverance today?
As he watched her, Eun-ah lifted the bag from under the bed.
“Th-This is your fault, Honeybee…”
She said, a triumphant smile on her face.
Her expression was slick with excitement; she seemed incredibly turned on.
As he was observing her, Eun-ah unzipped the bag with a jjiik sound.
…Whoa.
A flood of adult toys spilled out.
There were items Dokyun recognized, as well as things that made him wonder what on earth they were used for.
He was wondering why Eun-ah had all this when his body flinched at the sight of what she picked up.
A pink bean connected to a switch.
Something Dokyun knew all too well.
“H-Honeybee… i-it’s time for your punishmeent…!”
Hahh, hahh. Dokyun’s eyes narrowed as she spoke between heated breaths.
He had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do.
…I could play along, I guess.
But he didn't want to.
At the edge of his vision, Eun-ah flipped the switch, and the bean began to vibrate with a jiiing.
Dokyun watched her, then let out a smirk and opened his mouth.
“Eun-ah.”
“Y-yes…!” she answered, her face flushed red. Dokyun rattled his cuffed wrists and continued.
“What’s the point of only tying up my hands? It makes it too easy to fight back.”
“Huh…?”
Dokyun ignored her dazed sound and quickly pushed himself up, pouncing on her.
Flump-!
In an instant, their positions were reversed.
Dokyun swiftly snatched the bean from Eun-ah, who was now pinned beneath him, and brought it to where it belonged: right on top of her clitoris.
“Too careless.”
What followed was…
“Kkyaaaaaah?!”
Eun-ah’s fountain show.